"No!" Ye Ziyu had a headache. She tried her best to catch the familiar shadow, but some invisible force tried her best to stop her. Inexplicable panic, inexplicable familiarity. Tears welled up for no apparent reason.
"Good opportunity!" Yang Feng saw Ye Ziyu almost losing control. Yang Feng was overjoyed. The purple lightning fell and Lu Xiaotian was submerged in the purple lightning. There was no way he could be spared. Even Yang Feng didn't know the mist in Lu Xiaotian's body. Whether the sword fetus will be wiped out as a result, what can be controlled now is the sword fetus in Ye Ziyu's body. The only regret is that the misty sword fetus in Ye Ziyu's body is not enough for him to advance to the next level. Even if Ye Ziyu is killed, the purpose of this trip will not be complete.
Whoosh, Yang Feng turned into a misty sword and shot towards Ye Ziyu. At this short distance, even if the black hawk puppet is sacrificed again, it will never be able to miss the sword embryo's blow.
However, Yang Feng's eyes flashed inexplicably. Lu Xiaotian, who was supposed to be buried under the purple lightning, appeared out of thin air and stood in front of him.
"Teleportation magical power!" Yang Feng's face was full of horror, and he immediately thought of the method Lu Xiaotian used at this time. Chi! Purple lightning followed like a shadow, Lu Xiaotian reached out with his palm and pushed Ye Ziyu further away, but Yang Feng was not so lucky. The purple electricity directly split Yang Feng's sword body into two halves, and Yang Feng's body and spirit inside were directly turned into fly ash.
After Lu Xiaotian inhaled the spirit of the demon thunder kite in the middle stage of integration, his body was already filled with cracks due to the violent force, and a large amount of blood burst out from the cracks. The violent thunder power has nowhere to vent.
Lu Xiaotian held Fang Tian's painted halberd, and a huge bloody demonic kite rose up from behind, roaring wildly at the purple lightning. Fang Tian's painted halberd and the bloody demonic kite crashed into the purple lightning at the same time.
"Brother Lu!" At this time, Ye Ziyu, who was pushed far away by Lu Xiaotian's palm, looked at Lu Xiaotian, who was submerged in purple lightning, with tears streaming down his face and lost his mind.
The screams of the Bloody Demonic Kite and Lu Xiaotian were completely drowned out by the purple lightning. Purple thunder fell from the sky one after another. The position where Lu Xiaotian was standing was originally halfway up the mountain, but now it had turned into an abyss under the purple thunder.
The violent purple thunder and lightning made it impossible for Ye Ziyu to get close. After Yang Feng's misty killing sword was split into two halves, it flew around like two broken leaves in the angry sea.
I don't know how long it took, half of the separated floating sword body rolled with purple electricity and floated towards Ye Ziyu, and the other half was smashed into the deep water, seeming to be greatly pulled, and was submerged into a piece of black carbon.
Until the purple lightning in the sky subsided, Ye Ziyu could no longer care about the remaining half of the sword body, which turned into a stream of light and sank into the deep stream.
As Ye Ziyu cried deeply, he saw a humanoid black carbon holding a Fangtian painted halberd, still standing at this time. Ye Ziyu covered his mouth and twitched. Even though the person in front of him was unconscious at this time, he still held the Fangtian Painted Halberd and looked up at the sky with an unyielding attitude.
"Lu, Brother Lu!" Ye Ziyu muttered as he stared at the man who was still standing in front of him.
Ye Ziyu's hand touched the black man's face. When he was about to touch it, he shrank back in fear. She was afraid that once she touched it, the black coal in front of her eyes would scatter in the wind like fly ash. The entire mountain was split open, forming this deep gray ravine thousands of feet deep, not to mention the flesh-and-blood Lu Xiaotian in the center.
Brother Lu, Ye Ziyu felt sad in his heart. After all, his hand touched Lu Xiaotian's face, and he retracted it like lightning. But Ye Ziyu's face looked like one of overjoyed surprise. She looked at her fingertips in disbelief. Just now, she actually felt that the black coal in front of her was warm, and she could even feel the elasticity of its face.
Ye Ziyu's heart was beating wildly, and he reached out to touch Heitan's face again. Yes, it was indeed warm.
"Brother Lu, Brother Lu, are you okay? Wake up!" Ye Ziyu was like a drowning man grasping for life-saving straws. Surprised and inexplicably, he hugged Lu Xiaotian directly. No matter how much he called, there was still no reply from Lu Xiaotian.
Ye Ziyu was startled, and when his spiritual consciousness entered, he suddenly felt that Lu Xiaotian's body was empty, more like a godless body.
"How could this happen?" Ye Ziyu panicked again. He checked it carefully and found nothing wrong at all. But there was no sign that Lu Xiaotian was about to wake up.
"Back to Yuanling City, my father will definitely find a way." After Ye Ziyu was helpless, he thought of the only way out and immediately took out the Black Eagle Puppet. At this time, Yang Feng's remaining half of the floating killing sword fetus floated in at the right time. Hesitating between Lu Xiaotian and Ye Ziyu,
While the half of the floating sword fetus was swaying between the two of them, Ye Ziyu suddenly saw blood stains starting to appear on Lu Xiaotian's body, and blood seeping out of his body. But there was no look of pain on his face.
Ye Ziyu was surprised. At this time, Lu Xiaotian was obviously in a state of silence. If this situation is allowed to develop, it is unknown what changes will occur later.
This floating killing sword fetus is a great tonic. In this situation, it would be unreasonable not to take it. Ye Ziyu directly sacrificed the Misty Sword Embryo and swallowed up half of the ownerless Piaomiao Sword Embryo. The Black Eagle Puppet was destroyed before it could be retrieved in the huge minefield. Ye Ziyu picked up Lu Xiaotian and disappeared into the dense forest in the distance. .
"Boom..." When the purple lightning was swung down, Lu Xiaotian's body was numb under the unavoidable thunder and lightning. Even the power of the spirit of the demon thunder kite in his body was inferior to the power of this purple lightning. Even the power of a small witch can be compared to a big witch. With little resistance, he was defeated by Zidian. Strictly speaking, Lu Xiaotian spent a large amount of spiritual crystals to buy the mid-stage Fusion Demon Thunder Kite Yuanshen, but he could not fully use it once, so it was consumed by Zidian under such circumstances.
However, it cannot be said that it is useless at all. At least at the moment when the purple electricity entered the body, the soul of the demon thunder kite played a very short-term buffering effect. Purple lightning surged through Lu Xiaotian's body, causing Lu Xiaotian to almost stoop and lose consciousness.
In order to prevent his soul from being directly destroyed by this purple lightning, Lu Xiaotian's soul was hidden directly in the Qingguo barrier. Ever since he advanced to become a god, the Qingguo Barrier has become a state of chaos. It is no longer possible to cultivate spiritual plants as before. However, the soul can still escape unimpeded, and the purple electricity is still poured into the physical body. Lu Xiaotian knows that if this continues, his physical body will never be able to hold on, and will eventually turn into ashes. After Yuanshen escaped into the green fruit barrier. Lu Xiaotian tried his best to open the green fruit knot. At this time, apart from the green fruit barrier, Lu Xiaotian really couldn't think of any other way to save himself.
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