Chapter 349 Goodbye Zi Ling
Thunder Escape Technique!
Elder Xuanji's heart sank, and with a flash of inspiration, he was about to fly upwards.
After a long battle, he was at a disadvantage and was suppressed by the opponent everywhere. He had completely lost his fighting spirit.
But at this moment, a note like a yellow bell came into his ears.
"Definitely!"
Yang Qian teleported out through the Ziyun Wings, his pupils glowed with golden light, and he uttered a word like thunder in his mouth.
A rumbling sound followed, and an ancient text flashing with golden light appeared in the sky. There was a loud bang without any warning, and the ancient text exploded. In the flash of golden light, Elder Xuanji's physical body was frozen in place. .
Although it was only a short moment, a look of despair appeared in the red-faced old man's eyes.
"No! You have actually mastered the true power of Tianluo!" Elder Xuanji was horrified, and the sound of the body-protecting spiritual light breaking followed.
A golden palm covered with scales, with a hissing sound in the air, pierced through his exposed abdomen and caught the Nascent Soul in his dantian that was about to escape.
The next moment, Yang Qian twitched his arm without hesitation. Elder Xuanji's body and limbs became limp, and he suddenly lost the power to move.
Then purple flames burst out, and Elder Xuanji's remains were instantly wrapped and turned into a pile of flying ash.
In the end, it was really hard to predict that it was the "Tian Luo Zhen Gong" inherited by his Wanfa Sect that died.
Just when Elder Xuanji Yuanying was so frightened that he was out of his wits, he found that the golden hand that was tightly clasped around him suddenly emitted a slender electric arc, and he fell unconscious immediately.
Yang Qian narrowed his eyes slightly, and the light in his hand flashed, and he actually performed the soul search technique directly in the hall.
After a full stick of incense, Yang Qiancai relaxed his frowning fingers, and the Nascent Soul with a dull face in his palm suddenly exploded into a sky full of stars.
"Liu Dao and the crazy woman actually plan to join forces with the monsters in the outer star sea." Yang Gan muttered to himself, then turned his head and looked at the barefoot young man in the corner.
His face was filled with fear, and his whole body was bound by golden arcs several times, preventing him from moving. The small silver bell under his feet was full of cracks, and his spiritual energy had long since disappeared.
This person was none other than Wen Tianren, the descendant of the Six Paths, who had long been defeated by Yang Qian's divine thunder flying sword.
Under the impact of the lightning arc from the thunder sword, Wen Tianren's originally handsome face was burned beyond recognition, leaving only a pair of frightened eyes intact.
Around it, a bronze shield broken in half and hundreds of broken gold needles were scattered on the ground, densely packed like stars.
Those golden needles were the last ancient treasure that Wen Tianren took out in desperation. It seemed that he wanted to rely on these golden needles to save his life from Yang Qian's divine thunder flying sword. Unfortunately, everything was in vain.
After all, although Wen Tianren is a descendant of the Six Paths Supreme Saint, he is just a monk in the late stage of pill formation. Even though his strength is far higher than that of the same level, in the face of the huge gap in cultivation, he can't even withstand a single move from Yang Qian. was restrained.
Several ancient treasures that the other party took out one after another, including a bronze shield, a small silver bell, and a strange golden needle, were all destroyed.
Yang Qian didn't care at all. Although the power of these ancient treasures was reasonable, they did not improve his own strength.
Yang Gan walked over steadily under Wen Tianren's frightened eyes.
He stretched out his hand gently and instantly grabbed Wen Tianren's Tianling Cap. The purple spiritual power on his fingertips shone like a cheetah.
Time seemed to have frozen at this moment, with only Yang Gan's fingers flickering with a terrifying light. He held Wen Tianren's Tianling Cap tightly, and the purple spiritual power invaded Wen Tianren's body like a cold current silently.
It didn't take long.
I saw that Yang Gan's fingers with a strange color on his face loosened, and Wen Tianren fell down weakly like a broken doll.
But just when Wen Tianren's body was about to touch the ground, the golden arc on his body suddenly exploded, swallowing him up instantly.
At this time, Yang Qian's other hand was holding an exquisite storage bag.
"The net worth of ordinary monks in the late stage of forming a pill is several times higher. Tsk tsk, compared to the heirs of such a big force, it is really difficult for casual cultivators." Yang Qian sighed softly, as if recalling all the past.
In Wen Tianren's storage bag, there were not only several ancient treasures, but also two good magic secrets, as well as more than 300,000 spiritual stones. Various cultivation materials were piled up in the corners of the bag like hills.
Among the high-level monks Yang Qian had killed, few could compare to Wen Tianren. He was truly worthy of the name of the successor of the Six Paths, and his net worth was no worse than that of the ordinary early Yuanying monks.
The next moment, Yang Qian appeared on the top of the spirit boat. He stretched out his hand and grabbed a small bag at the waist of layman Qingyi.
Yang Qian curled his lips speechlessly as his spiritual consciousness penetrated into it. As a casual cultivator, layman Qingyi's net worth was even far lower than that of Wen Tianren in the later stage of pill formation.
Shaking his head, Yang Qian turned over the small bag and put it away, then turned his eyes and glanced around.
After the battle just now, the entire spirit boat was full of devastation, with less than half of it damaged. It was trembling and might not be able to hold on for long.
After pondering for a moment, Yang Qian lowered his head and looked intently. A blue light flashed in his eyes, and the light in his eyes shot towards the central quiet room of the spirit boat.
Smiling slightly, the golden scales on Yang Qian's body and the sharp corners of his forehead receded like a tide in an instant, and he returned to his original graceful appearance. Then his figure swayed, and several slender arcs of electricity danced, disappearing in the blink of an eye amid a burst of thunder. .
In the quiet room of the spirit boat.
A beautiful figure is sitting in front of the table. She is wearing a white gauze dress, her skin is as creamy as jade, her satin-like black hair hangs down her shoulders, and her appearance is extremely beautiful. It's just that this woman's face is slightly pale and lacks a layer of blood, making her look like a fairy who doesn't eat fireworks, as if she is in a dream.
It is Zi Ling.
She was in a daze, looking at the night pearl on the table in the quiet room, wondering what she was thinking.
Suddenly, that familiar voice sounded behind her, with a hint of gentleness and intimacy in it.
"Zi Ling, what are you thinking about?"
Hearing this sudden inquiry, Zi Ling was not surprised, as if he had known about it for a long time.
"Brother Yang, I was just thinking, after so many years of not seeing you, will you still be the same as before?" Zi Ling turned his head after hearing the words, with a smile on his beautiful face, and a pair of beautiful eyes shining like stars. , a sweet and seductive voice came from her cherry lips.
"Oh?" Yang Qian walked gently, walked out of the darkness in the quiet room, and came to the girl with light steps, "Then you can see how I have changed?"
Zi Ling stood up, her graceful body drawing charming curves, "I dare not say anything else, but Brother Yang's strength is becoming more and more unfathomable, and"
(End of chapter)