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Chapter Thirty-Four The Holy Maiden's Asylum

.      The magic rice Zishen met instantly, the former rotted all things, "The latter reached the extreme of yang, and the two sides converged, causing an explosion in an instant, forming a huge diffusing light ball, which swallowed hundreds of feet in the radius in the blink of an eye.

At that moment, a loud noise shook the sky, the air flow spread, and the high-speed vibrating waves of Yuanli were like countless fine rotating gears. Everything wherever it went was broken and turned into dust.

Hong Chengchou's body was shocked and he was bounced away on the spot, seriously injured and vomited blood.

Yitian circulates and moves, and cooperates with the red cloud cover on his body, effectively resolving the destructive power generated by the explosion.

In the air, Dongfang Xiao was bickering with the saint Zihua, but was disturbed by the shocking explosion and subconsciously looked down at the center of the explosion.

The continuous explosion swept across the audience, forcing many parties to fight to make way for them.

Zhang Xue is protecting Wang Jiu at this moment and is working hard to open the defensive barrier. Meng Qianhua's Xuanhuang Heavenly Tribulation has passed most of the time and is gradually coming to an end.

The battle between the Heavenly Eagle Zhu Zhi and Xiaoyao Hou He Xian was fierce. When the explosion came, they both opened the defensive barrier and secretly paid attention to the situation of Yitian and Hong Chengchou.

When the Tianying Zhu Zhi realized that Hong Chengchou was seriously injured by Yitian, he immediately left Xiaoyao Hou He Xian and flew towards Hong Chengchou.

Xiaoyao Hou He Xian did not stop him and quickly came to Zhang Xue's side and recalled Yin Tianzheng, intending to leave immediately after Meng Qianhua's Xuanhuang Tianmao passed.

The explosion light drowned Yitian's figure. Dongfang Xiao observed for a long time and found Yitian's traces until the light dissipated.

The reason is that Yitian restrained his breath, aiming to gain time so that Dongfang Xiao would not find himself immediately.

When the light of the explosion disappeared, Meng Qianhua's Xuanhuang Heavenly Tribulation had already ended, and Xiaoyao Hou He Xian had already taken the chaos to take Zhang Xue, Meng Qianhua and others away.

At the same time, Gongsun Weiwo and Gongsun Ding also wanted to escape in the chaos, but unfortunately they were the target of public criticism. Many experts were paying close attention. In the end, the grandparents and grandsons failed to leave as they wished and were still locked in the nearby area.

Gladiated at Yitian, Dongfang Xiao didn't bother to bicker with the saint Zihua. His body flashed and he waved his hand and a blow.

With a mysterious smile, Yitian's body instantly shattered and turned into countless dust, and the next moment it appeared near the Saint Zihua.

"Thank you, the saint, for winning me a moment of time and saving three people, which is also considered an immeasurable merit."

Zihua said nothing, just stared at Yitian quietly, her eyes puzzling.

Dongfang cums back and appears near Yitian, and sternly said: "Stinky, don't run away if you have sex."

Yitian glanced at Dongfang and smiled, saying, "I have precious time and I don't have time to mess around. If you know the fun, leave quickly. Don't disturb me and have a heart-to-heart talk with the saint."

Dongfang Xiao was angry and said angrily: "Nangong Feiyu, don't be arrogant. If I don't kill me, I will not Dongfang Xiao!"

Yitian was not angry, stared at Zihua's eyes and smiled and said, "The saint is merciful, you can't see Si and not save him."

Dongfang laughed and scolded: "Shameless people actually ask for protection from women."

Yitian retorted: "Are you unwilling to accept it, or are you unwilling to accept it, or are you jealous?"

Dongfang yelled with a smile: "I'm convinced, I'll kill you."

The words were still in my ears, Dongfang laughed and bounced his fingers, and a spiraling light shot straight into Yitian's chest.

This beam of light was silent, and there was no trace of vibration, which had broken through the limitations of space.

Yitian's eyes moved slightly, and his body subconsciously watched the Saint Zihua approaching, but there was no sign of dodging or defense.

The saint Zihua's eyes changed slightly. As Dongfang Xiao's finger approached, golden light suddenly appeared outside his body, and countless Buddhas gathered into a six-inch square golden light shield, quietly bounced back the beam of light.

Dongfang Xiao was shocked when he saw this, quickly moved several feet horizontally, avoiding the rebounding light, and roared: "I really want to go against me?"

The saint Zihua shook her head and said, "I am merciful. If I can let go of my hatred and resolve this grudge with him, it will be a great merit and a destiny that can be changed."

Dongfang smiled and snorted, "I don't want to eat this set."

Saint Zihua was silent for a moment, and said in a slightly low tone: "If you insist on not turning back, you will definitely put si in his hands and think twice."

Dongfang smiled and shouted, "Fuck! What is he? He dared to threaten to kill me. It's really overestimating his ability.

Yitian glared at Dongfang and smiled, and said to Zihua: "The saint does not have to be serious with these vulgar people. Such people are stubborn and stupid, so there is no need to waste energy."

Looking at Yitian's eyes, the Saint Zihua didn't react much, making people unable to guess what she was thinking.

Dongfang Xiao was humiliated in public by Yitian, and his lungs were irritated. The anger in his heart made him forget his concern for the time being. The energy in his body began to flow rapidly, and a shocking momentum spread wildly, containing the power of destruction.

The saint Zihua frowned slightly and shouted softly: "The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, and turning back is the shore."

The short eight words with a specific rhythm, suppressed the powerful momentum on Dongfang Xiao's body at the moment, and shocked him back on the spot.

At the same time, the evil god prince and Wei Tianming were also shocked. The evil spirit in their bodies kept rolling, and they were both forced to retreat in panic and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Zuo Junxi, the young master of the Yin Demon Sect, was also greatly affected and was injured on the spot and left in a hurry.

Dongfang Xiao turned backwards, and his handsome face looked horrified, and he looked at the saint Zihua in horror. He seemed to realize that this Buddhist saint could not afford to offend him.

The buzzing sound returned in the void, and the endless sea of ​​suffering turned back was the shore, which shocked everyone present.

When the sound disappeared, the invisible shock returned to everyone's minds. It was not until a while before everyone gradually woke up.

Yitian had a weird expression and he was also affected to a certain extent, but he had a special physique and had practiced many magic tricks, but it was not a big deal. He was the first to recover from his sobriety.

Staring at Dongfang Xiao, the saint Zihua's eyes were filled with smiles, surrounded by Buddha's light, which was extremely sacred.

Dongfang Xiao could not bear the look of the saint Zihua, and was forced to bow his head to avoid it. After persisting for a while, he had no choice but to leave.

"Nangong Feiyu, if you have the ability to follow the woman forever, otherwise I will kill you sooner or later."

The unwillingness turned into a curse, and Dongfang Xiao was not good at making a move, which caused a big blow to him.

After all, it is indeed a shame that a Martial Emperor was forced to retreat by a Martial Emperor and was forced to the point of being in a dusty state.

On the ground, everyone was wearing the Saint of Zihua, and was extremely shocked by her cultivation.

Hua Jiugong and Fang Hongyi's faces were gloomy. Both were Emperor Wu, but when they faced the saint Zihua, they felt an invisible pressure and felt a kind of fear from the bottom of their hearts.

This is the psychological pressure brought by the gap in cultivation. The Saint Zihua is known as the number one in cultivation among the top ten beauties in Yunhuang. It is indeed well-known.

Gongsun Ding looked at the saint Zihua, thinking about how to get out.

Nowadays, the evil god prince Gao Junde, the young master Wei Tianming, and the young master of Yin Demon Sect Zuo Junxi have all left one after another. Among the masters present, the only ones who can pose a threat to Gongsun Ding are the only forces of Wuque, Feifan prince, Hongyun Saint, Tianying Zhu Zhi, Nangong Chengzhi, Fan Tiancheng, Zhitian Venerable, Huanglong Zhenren and other forces.

The situation has improved compared to before, but it is still quite difficult to leave.

Among them, the three major forces such as Wuque, Feifan, and Hongyun Saint Maiden have been holding back their troops. Nangong Chengzhi, Fan Tiancheng, Zhitian Venerable, and Huanglong Zhenren are always paying attention to Gongsun Weiwo to prevent him from leaving.

Watching Dongfang Xiao leave, the saint Zihua glanced at Yitian, then looked down at Gongsun Weiwo, and then passed away in a flash, leaving no words left.

The threat was lifted, and Yitian was not in a hurry to leave, but released the five people, Xiao Mingyue, Lan Xin, Blind Taoist, Chen Yulan and Mu Qingshu, who were under the cover of the fairy weapon, to pay close attention to the situation in the field.

With the departure of the Saint Zihua, the atmosphere at the scene became active again. Everyone once again focused their attention on Gongsun Weiwo, and they all wanted to take Gongsun Weiwo and master the secret of the sword-making tripod.

Hong Chengchou glared at Yitian in the air and was discussing with the Heavenly Eagle Zhu Zhi, because the immortal weapon Red Cloud Cover was on Yitian, which was the treasure of the Red Cloud Empire, and it had to be recaptured no matter what.

In the field, Gongsun Weiwo and Gongsun Ding leaned against each other, staring at Nangong Chengzhi, Fan Tiancheng, Zhitian Venerable, Huanglong Zhenren and other four saint emperor-level masters with a vigilant look. The situation was quite unfavorable.

Gongsun Ding has the cultivation of the Holy Emperor, but Gongsun Weiwo is just Xuan Emperor. The two ancestors and grandchildren join forces, and it is difficult for them to compete with the attacks of the four great saints.

In addition, there is also Emperor Wu present. If he wants to keep him, the two grandparents and grandchildren will definitely not be able to leave safely.

Doing it even though you know it is impossible is a helpless choice.

Unfortunately, human nature is like this. Even if there is only a shiny opportunity, I will never give up. Yitian looked at the overall situation and was thinking about how to make a decision.

From Yitian's standpoint, he could not ask or rescue him, but the result was completely different.

It is a wise choice to watch the changes and not ask about them.

If the opportunity allows, he will rescue him, that is his friendship with Gongsun Wei.

"Young Master, should we trek into this muddy water?"

Paying attention to the situation in the field, Lan Xin asked softly.

Yitian pondered: "Let's watch the changes first, and then make a decision later."

Gongsun Wei-I was involved in the extremely wasteland city. Without him, the extremely wasteland city would not have been born.

Because of this relationship, everyone would not kill Gongsun Weiwo, but they did not allow him to disappear from everyone's sight.

Yitian also considered this point, so he decided not to intervene for the time being. It would not be too late to consider Gongsun Wei-min's affairs after the emergence of the Bordered Desert City.

Under the night, many forces stared at Gongsun Weiwo with covetous eyes, and the situation was about to break out.

And at this moment, a faint sound of flute came from the night wind, which seemed far and near, and was floating and hard to find.

Yitian noticed something and turned his head to pay attention to the surrounding environment. A trace of doubt appeared on his handsome face. The sound of the flute was difficult to tell the authenticity and find traces.

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