Ying Shuixian didn't know what Qin Changsheng wanted to do, but she really didn't have a good solution at the moment and could only agree.
She felt her eyebrows heat up, and there was an inexplicable back figure in her mind.
Facing the billowing power of heaven, his back remained motionless.
I saw the figure from behind pulling out his sword, and a sword beam appeared across the sky, and then a hole opened in the sky.
Under the thunder of the mighty sky, the back figure disappeared.
"This is……"
Ying Shuixian sensed the artistic conception of this sword and was shocked in her heart.
This sword actually has the prototype of the second-level Shinto technique.
Of course, the power is not yet there, but it is enough to kill Tianmen with a sword.
The shadow of this sword was deeply imprinted in Ying Shuixian's heart. As long as she wanted to, she could mobilize her magic power and wield this sword.
Of course, the sword she used only had its form, not its meaning.
However, the blessing of her cultivation is enough to solve the current difficulty.
"Junior Brother Qin, I really don't know how to thank you."
Ying Shuixian looked at Qin Changsheng with burning eyes, and the more he looked at him, the more pleasing he was.
Qin Changsheng's face looked a little weak, and the Kaitian Sword of the Sword Sect's Patriarch was imprinted on the heart of the Quasi-Emperor Dzogchen. This was a huge drain on him.
If he hadn't stepped into the third level of the Holy Law of Fighting and his soul had been greatly improved, he might not have been able to do this.
"It doesn't matter, it's all for the sake of Immortal Palace."
"Junior Brother Qin is righteous, I will report this matter to the elders."
Ying Shuixian took out some soul-nurturing elixirs and handed them to Qin Changsheng: "You rest first and let's see Senior Sister win again."
She stepped forward confidently, and the narcissus in her hand slowly fell off, turning into a broken sword.
She came to Jingshi Zhangxu, and then swung her sword.
The dazzling sword light appeared from the sky, stayed in the air for a moment, condensed into a sword mark, directly crossed time and space, and pierced Jing Shi's heart.
Jing Shi, who was using all his strength to activate the Luofu Great Light to Destroy Illusion Scripture, felt his heart go cold, and there was a thunder-like sword light in his body that split his soul.
Jing Shi opened his eyes, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.
When he was dying, he asked in confusion: "Aren't you a genius in illusion? How come you know the way of the sword?"
Jing Shi passed away with deep doubts.
Guang Guang had a gloomy face. After looking at Qin Changsheng, he waved angrily and threw two blood streaks at Ying Shuixian.
Ying Shuixian took the bloodshot and threw it directly to Qin Changsheng without looking at it.
"This is what you deserve."
Holding the blood thread, Qin Changsheng clicked his tongue.
Does wealth come so easily?
Guang Guang snorted coldly, then closed his eyes to rest and stopped looking at Ying Narcissus.
The outer disciples can't go up. With Qin Changsheng in charge, every one of them will die.
The inner disciples now encountered the same problem.
Who can stop the illusion?
The ancient Buddhist scriptures restrain illusions, but people don't need illusions to deal with them. They just raise their hands and strike with a sword.
No comparison!
The morale of the disciples of Tianmo Sect and Ancient Buddha Sect is low.
They are waiting for the arrival of the Temple of Destiny. Perhaps the Destiny Technique can break through the obstruction of the Eternal Palace of Immortality.
In Jixia Academy.
Tantai Feiyun's eyes were gloomy, and the nails of his hands under his wide sleeves had been dug into pieces.
Wang Teng, on the other hand, had a smile on his face.
He looked at Qin Changsheng with a more appreciative look.
However, this is not enough.
A trace of sadness appeared on Wang Teng's face.
The Temple of Destiny is the real opponent of the Eternal Immortal Palace.
The weird destiny magic was unstoppable, otherwise he would not have stayed in Jixia Academy and not left. He would have waited for the Temple of Destiny to come forward first before he left.
In this attack, their Eternal Immortal Palace cannot lose!
"How many bloodline roots have we mastered?" Wang Teng asked.
Tantai Feiyun was stunned for a moment and said: "Senior Brother Jiu's group has eight tracks, Senior Sister Shuixian's group has seven tracks, and my group has six tracks. In addition, Senior Brother Jiu won two tracks, Senior Sister Shuixian won four tracks, and Junior Brother Qin won one, there are twenty-eight in total. The source of Tao bloodline."
"Um."
Wang Teng narrowed his eyes.
"It seems that the Jixia Academy in the Tailing Realm is well managed. When this attack is over, you can share a share. You don't have to hand over the offerings within a hundred years."
"Okay." Tantai Feiyun nodded and looked outside again.
Outside the mountain gate of Jixia Academy, the three sects stood in a tripartite position.
The Tianmo Sect and the Ancient Buddha Sect suffered heavy losses this time, with only one of the three inner sects being killed.
They were waiting for the Temple of Destiny to open this breakthrough.
I don't know how long it took, but Qin Changsheng understood the formation patterns and upgraded the formation method to the mid-seventh level. The talents of the Temple of Destiny arrived late.
The four sects send the same number of people to the lower realm, with one true disciple leading three inner sects and ten outer sects.
The other three sects had some degree of damage on the inner and outer doors.
But in the Temple of Destiny, only one inner disciple did not come.
Qin Changsheng naturally knew that the inner sect who did not come was Sikong Zhen.
This guy might be healing somewhere.
Seeing the leader's true biography, Ying Shuixian's expression was very solemn.
"The true biography of Siming Palace, Long Kexian."
Qin Changsheng looked at Long Kexian, who was white-faced and beardless, sitting in a wheelchair, looking terminally ill.
Looking at his appearance, Qin Changsheng knew that this guy's life skills were very powerful.
"How does it compare with Senior Brother Wang Teng?" Qin Changsheng asked.
As far as he knew, Wang Teng was at the Great Perfection of the Emperor Realm, not to mention the Divine Realm, but he could still escape unscathed from the powerful men of the Divine Origin Realm.
Anyway, in terms of strength, the two true disciples of Tianmo Sect and Ancient Buddha Sect are no match for Wang Teng.
Ying Shuixian said: "Imperial Realm Dzogchen, I have used life skills to kill strong men in the Divine Origin Realm. Although they are in the early stage of the Divine Origin Realm, the opponents are also in the Divine Origin Realm of the pseudo-gods and are very powerful."
Qin Changsheng clicked his tongue. Can someone in a big realm be killed?
Sikong Zhen is like this, and Long Kexian is like this too.
Are the disciples of the Temple of Destiny ranked among the top geniuses?
"So, Senior Brother Wang Teng is not Long Kexian's opponent?"
"Not necessarily!" Ying Shuixian shook his head: "In terms of hard power, Senior Brother Wang Teng is the strongest among the four. Long Kexian will not be able to escape death even if Senior Brother Wang Teng gets close to him. It’s impossible to guard against it, so don’t offend the people in the Temple of Destiny easily.”
Qin Changsheng suddenly realized that he thought of Sikong Zhen.
This guy is not dead yet. What if he recovers from his injuries? Will he change his destiny through time and space and curse himself to death?
It's possible!
Qin Changsheng's heart gradually sank.
It seemed that he had to seize the time to improve his strength, and then catch Sikong Zhen and press him to death, so that he would not be afraid of being cursed.
Long Kexian came to the crowd in a wheelchair.
His eyes swept over everyone's bodies one by one. Those who were caught by his eyes only felt their hearts tightening, fearing that they would be cursed to death.
Long Kexian looked at Ying Shuixian and asked, "Where is Wang Teng?"
"Senior Brother Wang Teng is still in the academy."
"Let him out."
Long Kexian's tone could not be rejected.
But Ying Shuixian smiled: "You must defeat me first before you can enter Jixia Academy, otherwise there will be no need to talk!"
