Chapter 329 This director (Master Fang) is too immersed in the role! The sudden saint? Not interested in. He is devoted to the Tao, how could he be greedy for beauty? A hundred miles away, Li Xunhuan put the cloak into his body and his speed gradually slowed down. During the backward flight, there was still time to observe with the naked eye, and I saw that the spread of the black hole had visibly slowed down. He stroked his chin with one hand, a thoughtful look on his face. So, the range of the Immortal-Destroying Pearl is just over a hundred miles in radius? From this perspective, it does pose some threat to the Jindan cultivators, but not much. Perhaps what the divine cultivators in the human world are afraid of are just the many Immortal-Destroying Pearls.

Suddenly, he looked through the black hole and saw the other side three hundred miles away, and a look of surprise flashed across his eyes. Still alive? It was Li who underestimated you. Well, I'll give you a ride. Then, it turned into a rainbow, bypassed the black hole, and headed to the other side. . . . At the same time, in the void eight hundred miles in the sky, two old men were sitting upright. They were like gods, quietly looking at everything below. When they saw Li Xunhuan appear, they couldn't help but chuckle. On the right, the old man with a bun on his head and tied legs is none other than Feng Lao Mo. He suddenly clapped his hands, smiled, and said to the old man in the yellow silk robe, "Brother Xiang, there is one less thing in this world that can pose a threat to the Divine Transformation cultivators." "Don't be careless. After all, it can still break through our spiritual shields." "You are just too cautious. You have the ability but you are still keeping a low profile? Your training is in vain." Xiang Zhili did not answer Feng Lao Mo's words, but just stared at Li Xunhuan, thinking about something. "I'm curious, how did he avoid it?" "This young man is rich in resources. He has also cultivated a physical skill and a magical power. Even his life magic weapon has incorporated a large amount of precious spiritual materials. What's so strange about having an ancient treasure of escape magic?" Feng Lao Mo didn't care and explained casually, then rolled his eyes, laughed strangely, and said, "After observing this far, I think this is what this young man is doing. So let's go and meet him." Xiang Zhili nodded slightly. Some things needed to be discussed. Even if you can't get the coordinates of the spiritual world, you can still get some useful things. As for whether it can be done? This didn't worry him. After all, there is a huge gap between the God of Transformation and the Queen.

At this moment, Xiang Zhili stretched out one arm to stop Feng Lao Mo, and looked towards the northwest and southwest, frowning and saying "Don't worry." . . . Back to the front of the battlefield, the explosion of the Immortal-Destroying Pearl spread over a hundred miles and then slowly stopped. Then a huge suction force was generated inside, causing an unprecedented storm in a radius of two hundred miles. The Baizhang cultivator above the Tiannan army and the handsome young man with spiritual skills above Mulan both made hand gestures, circulating spiritual power, and resisting the storm. After half a day, the storm gradually subsided. The Baizhang cultivator and the young man with spiritual skills also disappeared with the wind, and the ripples in the sky above the formation gradually dissipated. The hundreds of thousands of monks inside all looked up, staring quietly at the black hole hanging high in the sky, without even blinking. Lao, the ancestor is dead? For a moment, the interior of the black hole was mysterious, and it seemed that even their consciousness was deprived. Under the central formation, many people looked at Linghu, and Linghu looked at his left forearm, only to see it flashing with yellow light, and he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. He smiled at everyone and waved his hand to dismiss them. "Alright, alright, your ancestor Li Xun Huan is fine. He should be coming here by now. Go do what you need to do." After hearing Linghu's words, the worry on Li Huayuan's face disappeared and his body relaxed. He closed his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, then straightened his back, stared at the thin old Taoist beside him with his tiger eyes, and said unhappily, "Old Ghost Fuyun, I told you that my senior brother is fine, but you still don't believe me? My senior brother is such a great man." The corner of Fu Yunzi's mouth twitched, and he didn't know who was the first to get anxious and pull him over. Now they are talking about him, which is really shameless. Besides, I've told you so many times that you have to call me uncle. He opened his mouth to correct me, but suddenly thought of something, rolled his eyes, and said maliciously, "Brother Huayuan, let's talk about the iron essence." "What do you mean by iron essence? I don't understand. Don't talk nonsense. It's impossible." . . . Nearly twenty miles above their formation, Sect Master Fang sat cross-legged in the air, refining the elixir in an instant, and immediately a hint of color returned to his pale face. He stood up, first glanced up at the sky with vicious and resentful eyes, then turned into a shocking rainbow and came to a height of a hundred feet in the center of the battlefield. He glanced at the entire place, but did not find any Nascent Souls from Yue, Yuanwu, Cheqi, and Jiang, or the army, especially the Huangfeng Valley. He could not help but feel furious. An unhealthy blush flashed across his face, and he groaned, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. He wiped it off and said directly to the audience in a tone that was almost declarative: "Li Xunhuan fell into the devil's way. He was outnumbered and outnumbered by us. He exposed his devil's magic weapon, causing the deaths of all my fellow Taoists in Yinluo Sect, Tiannan, and the grassland." He said this at the top, and the audience in the arena and outside the ring, all over the mainland, were blown away. In the eyes of all the cultivators present, it was clear that Li Xunhuan was displaying his supernatural power. He killed several Yuanhou and dozens of Yuanying in an instant, and slaughtered Sect Master Fang and others like chickens.

I never expected that Sect Master Fang could be so distorting right and wrong. Really, I have never seen such a shameless person! However, due to their standpoint and the reason for killing their ancestor's enemies, they did not refute and continued to listen to Sect Master Fang's long talk. "So, please ask Daoist Mulan to take care of Tuwu, Daoist Hehuan to take care of Tiannan, and my Yinluo Sect only needs Yueguo." Something unexpected happened to Mulan, and the old demon Hehuan came to control Tiannan? As soon as these words came out, the breathing of all the monks in the room suddenly became heavy. It's no wonder they are like this, it's really tempting. As the saying goes, only where there is territory can there be resources, so it is conceivable that their cultivation will definitely increase. As for fame? Can it be used to make a living? Who knows, many people might envy them and scold Li Xunhuan for being a fool for doing good things. And He Huan and Mu Lan, the skinny old man, came directly to Sect Master Fang, looked at each other, and said in unison, "Yue should be jointly in control." "can." Sect Leader Fang pretended to be in a difficult position and after some bargaining, he reluctantly agreed. He secretly calculated in his mind that he would make any plans after the sect recovered its strength. However, outside the ring, their actions made people all over the continent burst into laughter. The man from Dajin blushed and covered his face with his hands, feeling deeply ashamed for the Yinluo Sect. They glanced at a picture outside the main screen and saw Li Xunhuan flying on the other side of the black hole above their heads. Wow, the person isn’t even dead yet and you’re already dividing the inheritance? Southern clam. At this moment, countless people across the continent burst into laughter. By the way, he also came back to his senses from the terrifying Li Xunhuan and the tense battles between the previous Nascent Souls. Afterwards, they each packed up briefly and looked at the screen again, waiting for the next scene to begin. In fact, they didn't have to wait long. "The three Daoists are in a good mood. If you are interested in the Yellow Maple Valley, why bother with this?" When Jinghong settled down, Li Xunhuan was dressed in green, and he said with a smile in the corner of his eyes. "How is it possible? How could you still be alive? It must be fake." Sect Master Fang’s eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, and he couldn’t help but exclaim. Before he could finish his words, he came towards him with a spear, then turned around and ran away after walking less than ten feet away. Needless to say, the result was worse than being besieged, not to mention the injured bodies. As the breeze blows, dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth.

On the contrary, the military supervisor, the broken-armed He Huan, and the skinny old man Mulan, the divine master Zhu, had already flown a hundred miles away because they still had enough vitality and they had run first. He looked in the direction of the two people, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised, and he said meaningfully, "finally come!" (End of this chapter)