The foundation-building monks can only walk in the face of the killing of Jindan Zhenren, that is, escape and run away desperately! But now the two sisters are banned by Fang Ling. Even if they escape Wang Hetong's pursuit, they may die under Fang Ling's ban attack. The chapter is updated the fastest

Yi Zi frowned and said in a deep voice: "Escape, we both have no second way to go except for escaping."

"Sister, but Fang Ling is making a pill. Once Wang and Tong attack in, he will definitely be dead!" Yi Ling's words seemed a little anxious. Moreover, she had more intentions, as if she wanted to stop her sister from doing this.

Yi Zi snorted and said, "We are also dead. If we escape, use the method of clouds and smoke given to us by Master, and we may have a way out. As long as we find the ancestor as quickly as possible, although this forbidden prohibition is powerful, it may not necessarily take the lives of you and my sisters."

Yi Ling's heart moved. If it were in the past, she would definitely agree with her sister's method. But now, Fang Ling's vast and irresistible aura has been deeply imprinted in her heart, making it difficult for her to have the slightest resistance from Fang Ling.

The thought of abandoning Fang Ling and leaving flashed in her mind, and then disappeared without a trace. She then said in a deep voice: "Sister, let's fight together. Maybe he will be out of seclusion after a while."

Yi Zi cursed her sister in her heart and was so confused, but at this moment, she couldn't hold Yi Ling's hand and pull her away. Just as she was about to speak up and persuade her, Wang and Tong shouted in a deep voice, and two surging sword lights fell fiercely from the void.

"Dangdang!" Fang Ling ambushed the golden light mirror around the cave. It exploded half in an instant. You should know that although these treasure mirrors are of average quality, they are all magic weapons. It is extremely difficult for ordinary foundation-building monks to break the Thousand Illusion Golden Light Mirror. However, the King and Tong Yujian attacked the treasure mirror and most of them broke.

"Let's go!" Yi Zichen shouted, pinched the magic trick in his hand, and his whole person turned into a cloud of smoke and rushed towards the distance. In just a moment, Yi Zi had already flew more than a hundred feet away.

The Wang and Tong looked at Yi Zi who was about to leave. He sneered and said, "It's too late to leave now!" As soon as the words fell, a white light flew out from Wang and Tong's small universe bag. In the flash, it turned into a white bone skeleton more than ten feet tall, blocking Yi Zi's front.

The bones on the skeleton were as crystal clear as jade, standing in front of Yi Zi, which made Yi Zi's mind involuntarily feel a little fear. As a top disciple of the Cainu Sect, although Yi Zi did not practice any magical powers of ghosts, she would not be scared by a skeleton. The reason why she was afraid was because the pressure brought to her by the white bone skeleton made her feel scared. This skeleton also had the strength of the golden elixir level! This thought flashed in Yi Zi's heart, which made Yi Zi feel a little cold in his heart in an instant. The skeleton would not wait for Yi Zi's reaction, but saw its big hands swaying, and the palms of the five white bones instantly swelled ten times. It grabbed Yi Zi like a rootless spear.

Yi Zi casually sacrificed a high-level magic weapon to resist the white bone palm, but unfortunately the size magic weapon had just emitted a rolling golden light. It was directly grabbed by the white bone hand, and a faint green light flashed by, and the ruler magic weapon fell to the ground like a piece of scrap iron. Fortunately, Yi Zi saw the opportunity and avoided the attack range of the white bone hand like electricity. But just as she landed on the ground, the white bone hand flipped again, and five white smoke bound her like a long snake.

At this time, Yi Ling was in a more dangerous situation than Yi Zi, because she was directly facing Wang Hetong. Wang Hetong showed a sneer on his thin face. He pinched the magic tricks in his hand, and two silver sword lights slashed straight towards Yi Ling. The sword light was powerful and had locked Yi Ling's mind before it even fell. For a moment, Yi Ling felt like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and under the rolling sword light, he could not raise the slightest resistance. Just die under the sword light of a Jindan real person like this?

Yi Ling was unwilling to give up. She felt that she had a lot of things to do, especially the person who was deeply imprinted in her heart. Thinking of the safety of that person, Yi Ling gritted her teeth and prepared to use the blood and blood in her heart to spread the desperate magic trick.

"Don't you think it's too boring to bully a junior?" In a faint voice, a sword light flew out from the void, blocking Wang and Tong's two sword lights. As the two colored sword lights flew up, the pressure pressing on Yi Ling disappeared without a trace. She listened to the familiar voice, and a hint of joy rose in her heart. She turned her head and looked at the door of the cave, and saw Fang Ling, wearing a green Taoist robe, stepping out of the cave.

Fang Ling was still the same Fang Ling, and there seemed to be no difference from before. However, when Yi Ling looked at Fang Ling, she felt that the man standing in front of him was as if he was integrated with the world of the four directions.

Golden Pill, he has formed a golden Pill!

This thought made Yi Ling feel a little surprised, which comes from the heart!

Fang Ling sensed the joy in Yi Ling's heart. He nodded at Yi Ling. With his thoughts flashing, he called the White Tiger Seven Killing Picture into his hands. As his mind activates the White Tiger Seven Killing Picture, a fierce murderous aura rushed out of his body. This murderous aura became stronger and stronger, and in an instant, there was a momentum that swept across the world. Although the rolling murderous intent did not point to Yi Ling, Yi Ling felt that under this murderous intent, he could not raise any resistance at all.

Wang Hetong's faces changed. The moment Fang Ling walked out, he only showed a trace of solemnity. After all, he had been a period of time to achieve the Golden Pill, and he had a magic weapon handed down by the ancestor of the Nascent Soul. Although Fang Ling was in the early stage of the Golden Pill, he did not take it seriously.

But as the cold murderous intent rose, Wang Hetong felt danger. In his feeling, this murderous intent was like a rising flood, which eventually broke through the shackles of the dam and drowned him in the murderous aura.

Wang Hetong, whose face changed, slapped his own small Qiankun bag, and a small black and red arrow suddenly rose above its head. The small arrow was only half a foot long, but as the small arrow flew out, a cyclone filled with black and red colors formed on Wang Hetong's head in an instant. A stream of black and red light continued to inject into the small arrow.

"Divine Killing Arrow!" Yi Ling looked at the short arrow and couldn't help but exclaim. As for the short arrow, she heard from the ancestor Yin that it was the treasure of the Qianzhu Sect. Once it was released, even the ancestor of the Nascent Soul could not resist it. The rolling murderous intent kept hovering in the void. Fang Ling and Wang and Tong looked at each other coldly, but neither of them took the lead.

Fang Ling's eyes were cold, and he kept calculating his chances of winning in his mind. He was sure to use the White Tiger Seven Killings Picture and smash Wang and Tong into pieces as soon as possible. However, the murderous intent from the black and red arrows made him feel a deep sense of fear. He had no doubt at all that when he slapped Wang and Tong to death, the black and red arrows could penetrate him. Fang Ling didn't want to die, so he could not take the lead. For the same reason, he could not stop. At this moment, the two of them were in one go.

The same feeling as Fang Ling, Wang Hetong's spirit was also highly concentrated. He also didn't want to die, and at this moment, he still had a hint of gratitude in his heart. If he hadn't brought the magical arrows given by the ancestor, he would never be able to withstand the surging murderous attack.

"Ah!" A shrill crow sounded in the ears of the two of them. Accompanied by the crows, a black crow half a foot long flew ten feet above their heads. But the moment it flew past, two corpses of crows were added to the ground. The moment the crow landed, a half foot small arrow flew up one foot in the air, and the white tiger above Fang Ling's head also jumped high!

The two of them were only a little closer to a life-and-death situation. Fortunately, the two of them were well-behaved and suppressed the earth-shaking blow. Finally, Wang Hetong spoke first, and he asked in a deep voice: "Wang Hetong, under the Xiaqianzhu Sect, may I ask you the great name?"

Qianzhu Sect, Wang Hetong. Fang Ling had never heard of this name, but at this moment, he couldn't care about so much. After pondering for a moment, he said in a deep voice: "Ling below, he is also a disciple of Qianzhu Sect."

Wang Hetong's eyes suddenly widened a lot. He knew all the Jindan real people of Qianzhu Sect. It was so funny that Fang Ling dared to call himself a disciple of Qianzhu Sect in front of him, but at this moment, Wang Hetong couldn't laugh. His life was just a matter of the other party's thoughts. Although he was sure to let the other party be buried with him, Wang Hetong was unwilling to do such a business that both sides suffered.

Wait, Fang Ling's name seems a bit familiar. By the way, it seems that there was such a person among the foundation-building disciples who flipped through the sect a few days ago. Wang Hetong, who had a flash of thoughts in his mind, had a silver token in front of him. This was the token of the Jindan real person of the Qianzhu Sect. It not only could identify the identity, but also use it in front of the magic weapon, but it was just average in power.

Seeing this token, Fang Ling pondered for a moment, and patted his little Qiankun bag, and took out the token of the Qianzhu Sect Foundation Building disciple who had never used before.

Although this token cannot be compared with Wang Hetong's silver token, Fang Ling's identity can be determined from this token. Looking at the black token with a shining light, Wang Hetong smiled and suggested: "Fellow Daoist Fang, since we are all fellow disciples, why not use our magic power at the same time and take back their magic weapons?" (To be continued...)
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