Chapter 413 Desperate Situation
The moment the Holy Dragon Emperor's Secret Spear came into contact with the Death Scythe, Ji Wantang groaned and his body trembled for a moment.
Lin Zhao wasn't just trembling. She was knocked out by Ji Wantang and fell heavily to the ground, gasping for air.
As she panted, Lin Zhao's hand holding the Holy Dragon Emperor's Secret Spear also lost strength and hung down limply.
——Her hand was directly interrupted by Ji Wantang.
Even though Nirvana was quickly repairing her injuries, it was difficult for her to recover from her injuries after falling into Ji Wantang's Tai Chi formation.
Lin Zhao felt the pain coming from his hands, and across from him, Ji Wantang walked towards her holding a forest-white bone sickle.
"Lin Zhao, you know me very well, but do you know that I want to kill you every moment?"
Lin Zhao didn't have the strength to reply to her words, so he let Ji Wantang's white bone sickle pierce his waist. Hearing the sound of flesh and blood bursting, Lin Zhao gritted his teeth and used all his spiritual energy to hang his right hand, the Holy Dragon Emperor's Secret Spear. Dissipating in her hand, she held the blade of the white bone sickle and pulled it out from her waist.
As the blade was pulled out, blood flowed from her waist.
Lin Zhao took out the talisman paper from his sleeve and punched it on his waist. He temporarily stabilized the injury and dodged the punch Ji Wantang threw again.
Ji Wantang shook his head: "Now, let me send you away."
Ji Wantang stepped on the Tai Chi plate, and thousands of white lights behind her gathered towards her. Her black and white eyes fell into the void in front of her, and countless complicated ancient characters were reflected from the light in her eyes.
Ji Wantang stood in the sky, his body full of divinity, and his pretty face was filled with seriousness and indifference.
Lin Zhao covered the injury on his waist and managed to use a spiritual energy shield.
She understood that Ji Wantang was gathering momentum, and judging from the speed at which Ji Wantang was gathering momentum and the changes in the Tai Chi disk, it seemed that what Ji Wantang was about to perform on herself might be her most terrifying spiritual skill today.
Lin Zhao clenched his fists
At this moment, due to the lack of spiritual energy in the body, neither the Sky Phoenix Bone Sword nor the Holy Dragon Emperor Secret Spear appeared.
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In the Ancestral Phoenix Plane, when the five true immortals saw this scene, Wu Ya from Guangming Hall finally let go of the frown he had been frowning on since Lin Zhao appeared on the screen, and smiled at Huo Feng: " It seems that Brother Huo Feng’s prediction was wrong. Also, you, the Phoenix clan, have always respected the Phoenix, so Feng Ye really has no discernment.”
Linghe next to him heard this and smiled: "Wuya, you are so promising, I don't think you can sit with the Phoenix Clan's Phoenix Clan."
It has always been difficult for a phoenix from the Phoenix family to appear. Once a true phoenix is born, it can be said that it will definitely become a true immortal.
To a certain extent, the status of true phoenix is higher than that of true phoenix and true dragon.
How could the True Phoenix, who was destined to become an immortal, be willing to sit with powerful people like them from the lower world?
Ling He's words really slapped Wu Ya's face.
But this time Wuya was not angry, he just smiled slightly, looked at the dying Lin Zhao in the light curtain with satisfaction, and said: "I hope that after the election, the people from Lingtian Pavilion will still be qualified to compete with our people from Guangming Hall Talk like this.”
When he said these words, not only Linghe and Huofeng glanced at him, but also Elder Tianyin of Hehuan Palace and Elder Qianxuan of Diyin Sect couldn't help but change their expressions.
Although everyone knows that after Ji Wantang becomes the Ancestral Phoenix Emperor, he will definitely support Guangmingtang to its absolute pinnacle, but now that Wuya is acting so arrogantly and arrogantly, it feels a bit like a villain has succeeded, so how much do these few people feel? I feel a little unbalanced in my heart.
But what if it’s unbalanced?
Ji Wantang came out of Guangming Hall. After being seriously injured, Ji Wantang completely accepted the inheritance from the ancestral spirit plane. Not only did he recover from his injuries, but his strength also increased greatly.
If it weren't for Lin Zhao's sudden rise, there might not even be a single young man in the Ancestral Phoenix Continent who could fight Ji Wantang.
But this rising star can only go so far. Wu Ya said lightly: "All geniuses will become Ji Wantang's stepping stones to achieve a higher future for her."
At this moment, no one could refute him. Even Huo Feng just frowned, turned his eyes away, and replied: "You also know that in the Phoenix clan, it is enough to respect the Phoenix."
This is still the case on their side, let alone the reaction of Yang Jingjing and others below when they saw the blue figure half-kneeling in the Tai Chi formation, even the spiritual energy surging on his body was weak.
Xu Lewei took a deep breath: "If Lin Zhao dies, will it be our turn?"
Li Changhao moved his lips and said, "Lin Zhao didn't hide anything from us before. Didn't Ji Wantang not want to kill us?"
Yang Jingjing calmed down enough and glanced at him with a half-smile, feeling ridiculed by his somewhat simple and ignorant statement: "If Lin Zhao hadn't appeared, I'm afraid your ability to speak would have been beaten by Ji Wantang now. No, I took Lin Zhao’s elixir and hoped that Ji Wantang would give you a way to survive after beating you like this?”
The young master of the Holy Phoenix Palace frowned, but did not speak. His gaze on Li Changhao expressed that he had the same position as Yang Jingjing.
Chi Yuan pursed his lips and sighed: "Even if she doesn't want to kill us, it's true that after killing Lin Zhao, she wants to swallow our spiritual energy for herself."
Lin Zhao just said that Ji Wantang didn't intend to kill him, but it didn't mean that she really let these people go. .
If it was just to force Lin Zhao into a life-and-death fight, they could just be trapped here without having to use the sacrifice formations like Kung Fu's subordinates.
No one among the influential people present is a fool.
It's just that in desperate situations, everyone can only have a little unrealistic hope. .
That little bit of hope is called a miracle.
It would be a miracle if Ji Wantang was willing to let them go.
Or an even more impossible miracle.
——Let Lin Zhao, who has almost lost his fighting ability, defeat Ji Wantang.
"Is there really nothing we can do?" Li Changhao also knew that his idea was ridiculous, but what could he do now?
Go up and help Lin Zhao?
His fighting ability is not even as good as Lin Zhao, who is now only breathing.
The speaker in Guangmingtang has been silent since Lin Zhao appeared. Seeing Lin Zhao being forced into a desperate situation, and hearing other people's speeches, he just closed his eyes.
No matter what Lin Zhao said, it was a fact that all the disciples of Guangming Hall died except him.
This is not only Ji Wantang's handiwork, but also the reality that Guangmingtang, a so-called giant-level force, has spent its blood and lives to pave the way for power.
At this moment, he no longer knew whether he was looking forward to Ji Wantang winning, or whether he was looking forward to her losing like everyone else.
On the Tai Chi plate, the blue figure was covered in blood. Even though the elixir was taken in, her injuries and spiritual energy were still recovering slowly under the suppression of the Tai Chi plate.
Lin Zhao raised his head and looked at Ji Wantang, who had fully gathered his strength.
What surprised her was that after Ji Wantang fully gathered his momentum, the mysterious ancient characters turned into a huge gray-white pupil, and the light and shadow in front of the pupil turned into huge white phoenix birds.
"The fate of the blood phoenix merges with the power of judgment of the ancestral spirit..." The eyes between Ji Wantang's brows slowly appeared.
The slightly cold voice was like a god from above making the final judgment and issuing instructions to the subjects kneeling at its feet.
"This is the oath of reincarnation."