Outside, Huangsha City.
"court death!"
The old man smiled ferociously, unable to bear the murderous intention towards Wang Lu and Zi Ji.
As soon as he moved his hand, he placed the pitch-black bone flute on his mouth. Amidst the whining sound, a sound that seemed to blow the soul sounded.
In the eyes of the old man, monks like Wang Lu and others in the realm of becoming gods are like ants.
Under his cultivation in the Void Refining Realm, he could kill people in a matter of seconds without any effort. In the old man's heart, this small amount of time would not delay him from protecting the Dharma for Master Qinghuan.
The bone flute was playing, and gusts of gray wind floated out from the sound of the flute, drifting towards Wang Lu and the others.
Li Duo, who was the weakest in cultivation, was the first to react. His originally extremely vigilant expression suddenly changed, his face was as pale as a piece of white paper, and his body moved.
The Nascent Soul that was hidden deep in his dantian rushed out of his body in an instant without him summoning it. He was also swaying and unable to support it.
The little Nascent Soul's eyes were also closed, and the Nascent Soul essence was floating on the surface, with signs of pouring out!
The monk who transforms into gods has already cultivated his Nascent Soul to be extremely strong. It will never fly out of his body without the master's call.
But at this time, Li Duo's Nascent Soul came out of his body.
Moreover, Xia Kui, Wang Lu, and Zi Ji were also affected to varying degrees. Once the spiritual essence in their bodies was blown away, they would all end up dead.
"Now if you beg me for mercy, I might let you go. How about it? Who wants to beg for mercy?"
The old man looked at Wang Lu and others who were desperately insisting, and sneered.
"Hmph, asking me to beg for mercy from a bad old man like you is really a dream!" Wang Lu looked extremely pale, but he still gritted his teeth and spoke.
Zi Ji and Xia Kui looked coldly and remained silent.
Purple lightning flashed all over the purple eagle, and its demonic power seemed to be out of its control and was about to explode from its body.
But it's still fierce.
Although Li Duo was frightened, his eyes turned cold when he heard the old man's plea to surrender, and he gritted his teeth and roared: "Even if I lose this life, I will never betray Senior Ning. "
The old man who saw this scene became even more angry and said in a gloomy tone: "Since you are desperately seeking death, I won't hold back anything more."
Suddenly, the sound of his playing became louder.
woo woo woo woo.
Just when Li Duo's Nascent Soul Essence was about to completely escape his control and fly away, a sudden change occurred.
A dim gray shadow flashed past.
Before the old man could react, like a piece of inconspicuous gray lightning, it stabbed towards Qinghuan Zhenren's forehead.
hiss!
There was a very slight sound, like the sound of a hair falling on the ground, as small and undetectable.
At the same time, a string of crystal-clear blood beads that looked like rubies spilled out, the gray light suddenly stopped, the sound of sword chanting sounded, and the Xuanyuan Divine Sword's body appeared in the gray light.
…
In fantasy.
As those little pink flower spirits disappeared, Master Qinghuan gradually revealed his true form.
She was full of surprise and kept repeating: "Why? Why can you break my illusion, why is the power of your consciousness so strong!"
Ning Chen calmly said: "I was not trapped by you in the beginning, I just pretended to be trapped by you. The power of my consciousness is enough for me to see through all the illusions you have here. .”
"Besides, before I met you, I was trapped once by Master Yun Xing using illusion methods. With experience, wouldn't I be able to deal with you more easily?"
It was precisely because of this that Ning Chen was able to see through the true face of Master Qinghuan.
His power of consciousness is too powerful.
"Giggle... So what, at most, you and I will continue to waste time and stay in our illusion. So what if your power of consciousness is strong? No matter how powerful your power of consciousness is, As long as you fall into the illusion I constructed, don't try to escape easily." Master Qinghuan's expression changed, and he suddenly thought of something again, and laughed out loud.
Ning Chen looked at him quietly.
"I have a subordinate who is in the stage of refining the void outside. Once you are unable to get out of the illusion, my subordinates who are in the stage of refining the void will slaughter all the people around you. I can continue to consume you. What about you?"
Qinghuan Daoist's cold wood flashed and he spoke cruelly.
"Do you still want to influence my mind now and take advantage of my weakness to attack me again?"
Ning Chen spoke calmly, without any fluctuation in his mind due to the threat from Master Qinghuan.
His calmness at this moment was absolutely without any pretense, it was true calm confidence.
"I really admire you. You can still remain calm now. Sure enough, a monk at our level has no regard for the lives of some of the people under his command. They are as ordinary as an ant. Who would Are you sad because of the death of an ant?" Master Qing Huan attributed Ning Chen's calmness to his indifference.
Ning Chen shook his head and said: "I'm sorry, I'm not like you. Although I can't completely get rid of the illusion you created, if a trace of divine consciousness and a command of mine are transmitted, I will be completely free from the illusion just now. It can be done.”
"And unfortunately, I have a spiritual sword with autonomous consciousness. It can break through your defense very easily."
Ning Chen spoke quietly.
As he spoke, Master Qinghuan's expression became increasingly grim. He knew that everything Ning Chen said was true.
Ning Chen's murderous intention flashed and he was no longer hiding it.
Master Qinghuan's face showed a light of fear. When she was about to take the initiative to break the illusion, it was already too late.
The moment the Xuanyuan Divine Sword passed through her head and brought out a string of crystal-clear blood beads, the aura of Master Qing Huan completely disappeared.
At this time, the illusion world was like a strong earthquake. Large areas dissipated and collapsed. Even the figure of Qinghuan Master finally dissipated with the collapse of the illusion.
With one strike of Xuanyuan Divine Sword, Qinghuan Zhenren was completely killed, his spirit and soul were destroyed!
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The outside world at this time.
The old man's smug smile suddenly froze on his face the moment Xuanyuan Divine Sword appeared. His expression suddenly changed, revealing a look of panic. His eyes turned and he looked at Master Qinghuan.
At this time, Master Qinghuan still had no breath at all. A pair of lifeless eyes were full of confusion, unwillingness and deep doubts, staring straight at the old man.
