Everyone followed Di Jing's gaze and saw that the person he invited was actually Ye Ziyin, a woman who was out of vulgarity. They couldn't help being surprised and full of imagination.
Ye Ziyin is indeed beautiful and charming, and Bai Bi is flawless, but beauty and strength are completely different things. On the battlefield, you will not be merciful just because you are beautiful. Everyone thought before that Di Jing should seek help from Tiandu and Yongshidao's seed candidates anyway, because other people simply did not have the strength to fight the Fengshen Pavilion.
What's more, this Ye Ziyin was a disciple of Fengshen Pavilion. Although he did not stand with Nangong Huan and others against Di Jing, it was impossible to help Di Jing deal with Fengshen Pavilion.
Was Di Jing's brain kicked by a donkey? Or is he just trying to attract the attention of this stunner to see his invincible demeanor
"Di Jing, you want to control Miss Ye again. Today is the time of your death. After you die, everything with Miss Ye will stop!" Lu Tong was furious. He always thought that Ye Ziyin had the handle in Di Jing's hands as a threat and control. . Even thinking that Di Jing might have done something nasty to Ye Ziyin, is even more angry.
"Miss Ye is my disciple of the Conferred God Pavilion, how can I listen to you?" Someone said loudly to please Lu Tong.
"Are you desperate and desperate to go to the doctor?"
The people in the Fengshen Pavilion ridiculed Di Jing angrily. In their opinion, Di Jing was a dead end and had nothing to do.
However, Nangong Huan didn't think so. He looked at Ye Ziyin and saw that there was no wave on Ming Yan's moving face, and there was no surprise because of Di Jing's words. For a time, I was up and down, and felt that things might not be as simple as imagined.
"Isn't Ye Ziyin so simple on the surface?" Tuobahen and the others also noticed something strange, thinking that things were a bit weird.
Ye Ziyin's white clothes fluttering, graceful and graceful, asked faintly: "Why should I help you?"
Di Jing smiled and said: "I have two high-grade blood flames in my hand, five medium blood flames, and six low-grade blood flames. If you help me defeat them, these blood flames can divide you in half!"
The blood flames in this ancient place of Brahma Curse are all original blood flames, and each one has the opportunity to make a monk break through the realm and become a true blood realm master. All the people present had not yet refined the blood flames. At this moment, when Di Jing heard that he had thirteen blood flames in his hand, he immediately exploded the pot.
That's all about the inferior blood flame, but the superior blood flame is a treasure, even if it is a seed candidate, in the past few years, when the ultimate blood flame has not appeared much, it is a crazy fight. Now in his hands, there are actually two, which is simply a huge wealth.
Many people's eyes were red. Although this ancient place of Brahma curse dropped thousands of blood flames, it was hundreds more than in previous years. However, these blood flames are mostly of the lower ranks, and a few are medium, while the upper and extreme blood flames are rare, and all have spirits. After they descend, they become hidden, and they are rarely found.
Di Jing had more than ten flowers in his body, and most of them were ready to move.
Those monks who were taken away by Di Jing's robbery were even more dry-mouthed. Those blood flames originally belonged to them, but they are now being used by Di Jing as a bargain. It's really abhorrent!
When Ye Ziyin heard that Di Jing had so many blood flames, his dark eyes lit up, and a charming smile appeared on his cold face. He said, "Okay, I'll help you once."
Lu Tong said anxiously: "Ye girl, don't be fooled by him. The power of blood and flames, you know clearly, they are incompatible with each other, and if they are a little closer, they will have destructive power. How could he have more than a dozen at the same time?"
He didn't think about whether Ye Ziyin had the strength to fight against the Fengshen Pavilion, but he knew that if Ye Ziyin got involved, he would definitely not be able to attack this woman.
"He naturally has the means to accommodate more than a dozen blood flames at the same time. You are so insightful, how much can you know?" Ye Ziyin choked at him without even looking at Lu Tong.
"Miss Ye, you are a disciple of the Fengshen Pavilion, do you really want to help him deal with our Fengshen Pavilion?" Nangong imagined that Ye Ziyin had promised so readily, and his previous guesses were correct. Women, really have the strength to contend against seed candidates.
"I don't know the origin of Miss Ye, Di Jing, but I know that she never put the Fengshen Pavilion in my eyes!" Di Jing ran the real thunder tribulation technique, and his whole body flew with electric lights, and the momentum was terrifying! The exercises were carried to the extreme, causing the thunderclouds to gather in the sky, hiding the power of destruction.
"It's useless to say more, let's fight!" Di Jing yelled, rushing to the people of Fengshen Pavilion.
Yan Wushuang looked at Ye Ziyin with disdain in his eyes, and shouted, "The bitch who is struggling to get rid of outsiders, I will teach you a lesson first!"
The same women, there are comparisons between each other, especially between beautiful women, they are even more contending with each other. Yan Wushuang has always been arrogant and beautiful, but after entering the Fengshen Pavilion, not only was a charming and enchanting Luo Ji robbed her of the limelight, but also a superbly beautiful Ye Ziyin that attracted everyone's attention, making her unprepared for this beauty. The woman felt hatred.
Yan Wushuang's bare palms turned into the air, his sleeves were flying, and the radiance between his palms was flaming, which was actually a trick to kill.
People like Qin Xueyan, Xie Feilan, Wu Yuanshang, Zhao Yixiao, and others have seen Ye Ziyin's methods in the underground palace of the Mingtu Wasteland. The Primordial Race Mochizuki Remnant Wolf used its talents to attack with supernatural powers, and they were all injured by Ye Ziyin. This Yan Wushuang confronted alone at this moment, and most of them had nothing but hate.
Sure enough, Ye Ziyin's figure suddenly moved, Zheng Qi Xuan Jin came out, put his hand on Yan Wushuang's arm, and instantly turned the other side's strength upside down, causing chaos.
Snapped!
With a crisp sound, Ye Ziyin's hands were extremely fast, and he slapped Yan Wushuang's pretty face with a slap, and immediately five fingerprints appeared on that delicate face.
"Your mouth is not clean, you should teach it a lesson!"
Everyone was taken aback, rubbed their eyes, a little unbelievable. Ye Ziyin's speed was too fast, and he couldn't see clearly. Yan Wushuang was still full of vigor at the first moment, but the astonishing aura was completely dissipated in the next moment.
"You dare to hit me in the face?" Yan Wushuang touched his hot face, with crystal tears flashing in his eyes, and seeing many male monks distressed.
"This girl is going to tear your face today!" Yan Wushuang shouted angrily, and took out two swords from the magic bag, the double fronts were clear water, and the ice was biting.
"Yan Wushuang, don't mess around! We should focus on Di Jing!" Lu Tong hurried forward, trying to stop it.
Yan Wushuang ran across with a sword, reached his throat, and said, "Get out of the way, you idiot!"
Lu Tong was frightened by her and hurriedly backed away, his expression dull, and the word "stuffed" was still muttered in his mouth.
Yan Wushuang's two swords came out together, approaching Ye Ziyin, the swords bloomed with light, and each move would cost multiple lives. Ye Ziyin was filled with anger, calmly responding, his fingers rushed out, and he fought with each other.
"If you don't teach you a bitch today, you won't be called Yan Wushuang!" Jian Guang circling Jiwu.
Facing Yan Wushuang's life-threatening killer move, Ye Ziyin also raised an ignorant karma fire in his heart.
The monks around saw a chill, and the women fought. Although it was pleasant to the eye, the cause of the struggle seemed to have nothing to do with the cause of the battle itself. Instead, it was mostly the contest between the two women.
With the power of thunder on his body, Di Jing rushed into the Fengshen Pavilion, opening and closing, showing the world's glory. When the Fengshen Pavilion disciples touched, they felt pressure like a mountain and it was not easy to resist.
Nangong's phantom eyes were cold, holding a blazing purple gold hammer, and attacking frontally. The torture wielded an iron rod, advancing from the side, his speed is very fast, the offensive is dense, and his repeated moves made Di Jing confused.
Dozens of people besieged Di Jing, and Nangong Fantasy and Cruelty took the lead in the attack. The two were powerful and not simple. Together, they were extremely powerful.
The rest of the Conferred God Pavilion disciples swept the formation from the side, not allowing Di Jing to breathe.
Di Jing also felt uncomfortable under this kind of intensive offensive, and thunder shot from both palms, forcing everyone to retreat. Immediately raised his palm to the sky, condensing thunderpower, and saw the thunderclouds in the sky, he immediately split a thunder, and he held it directly in his hand.
"Nine days of thunder!"
Di Jing yelled, pulled a bolt of thunder and lightning, and threw it at the Nangong attacking forward! Thunder and lightning flashed out like a poisonous snake, seeming to be able to tear through space.
Nangong Phantom's hand slammed the flame purple gold hammer fiercely, hitting with thunder and lightning, and it shook back two steps, and his face was full of horror: "The person who I saw that day was actually you!"
Half a year ago, on the eve of Tianshenshan's selection of disciples, Di Jing practiced True Thunder Tribulation in the mountains outside the Guardian City, which attracted a huge thundercloud, which attracted many monks in Guardian City to watch, but was blocked by a force of power. . At that time, Nangong Huan had also visited and concluded that it was the work of a senior with advanced cultivation, and did not care. Today, seeing Di Jing completely use the thunder technique, it suddenly dawned on him.
Di Jing didn't know what he was talking about, and he ignored him.
The cruelty didn't dare to resist, relying on the speed to flash past, but a monk behind him was hit by the thunder and lightning, the meridians in his body were broken, and his cultivation was greatly reduced.
Nine days of thunder, thunderous sky! Di Jing was bathed in electric light, like a killer, with his hands kept, pulling down dozens of lightning currents, throwing them in all directions.
The monks watching were frightened. They never thought that there would be a cultivator of the Transmigration Realm that could have such a powerful combat power. The physical body and the thunder were combined to drive the thunder and lightning to fight.
"Di Jing is the number one person in the transformation realm, invincible!" Tuobahen stared at the man bathed in thunder, with a deep jealous look in his eyes.
Tuobahen's words made Dugu Shenqi and Ye Ming deeply agree. Although they are also tough, they can fight a dozen or twenty people in the Dzogchen of the Normalized Meridian Realm, and they may not even defeat the fearless dragon and lion against the Shang Duan Shao Xing, but if such a fierce thunder and lightning are entangled on their bodies, they will not. dare.
"This battle is eye-opening. There are people outside the world and there are days outside the sky. This is true. Di Jing has reached the extreme in this state, and I can't wait for it!" Ye Ming's stiff face like a dead corpse , Also slightly moved.
Duan Shaoxing was floating in the air, his heart fluctuating. He thought his strength was similar to Di Jing. If he displayed his talent and supernatural powers, he would probably be able to overwhelm Di Jing. But now it seems that once the gifted supernatural powers appear, it may not be able to defeat this person.
"Lu Tong, Ge Luochen, what are you waiting for?!" Nangong Huan shouted at the two.