The long-lost purple jade flute suddenly appeared across the sky.
Following Yun Yang's thoughts, he moved towards Ning Fengxue lightly.
Ning Fengxue frowned and said calmly: "How come you have reached this point and you still want to struggle?"
The castration of the right hand remained unchanged, but the speed increased instead of increasing, and the palm was outrageous!
At the same time, the purple jade flute followed the trend and silently faced Ning Fengxue's palm!
The purple jade flute that came with seemingly no force, as if there was no wind or movement, was not an accident at all to Ning Fengxue. It could barely be regarded as a joke, but it was not even funny: You can't even move now. Using your mind to drive a purple jade flute, you want to fight for a chance of survival for yourself under the semi-sage
How naive is this
But the next moment, Ning Fengxue's expression changed.
Just when his palm was about to touch the purple jade flute, he felt the cold and tenderness on the purple jade flute for a moment -
He even had the idea that this was a really good baby.
However, as he came into contact with the purple jade flute, he did not grab the purple jade flute. The purple jade flute still maintained its previous windless and motionless posture, and continued to slowly hit it, further touching the palm of his hand.
And at that moment, Ning Fengxue felt that her hand suddenly turned into air and ceased to exist!
Can you imagine that a semi-saint cultivator, the pinnacle of power in this world, was still in control of the situation a moment ago, and took the last bit of counterattack from his opponent with ease, but at this moment, his hand disappeared? !
The disappearance is inexplicable, unbelievable, and even more unbelievable!
And even more unbelievable, and even more unbelievable things are coming one after another. The purple jade flute has always come with the same force. According to the original trajectory, following Ning Fengxue's hand, so... even if it is smashed, it will smash through his hand. He smashed it into the air, smashed it into nothing, then smashed his arm into the air, and then continued to crush him.
But it was only at this moment that Ning Fengxue felt pain, severe pain!
He looked at his hand with disbelief and disbelief. Well, he should be looking at where his hand and arm should be; there was already a blank space.
All parts of my body that came into contact with Zi Yuxiao have completely disappeared!
The next moment, a soul-rending pain came over him like an overwhelming river.
Ning Fengxue exclaimed, her elegant and handsome face finally changed completely, and she retreated like lightning, covering a distance of three thousand feet. Looking up, she saw the purple jade flute still floating in front of Yun Yang.
No wind, no movement!
But…
In front of him, there is clearly a purple jade flute, still as before, slowly following the trajectory of his arm, hitting it!
In fact, the use of smashing here is not very appropriate. It should be said that it is an unrivaled trend, passing by without any hindrance. If it is really used, it seems that Ning Fengxue is too high-minded!
Even though he is a semi-saint, he is still not worthy of the purple jade flute... Smash!
Ning Fengxue was inexplicably horrified. He quickly mobilized all his consciousness and confirmed again and again that his right hand, forearm, and all the way to the elbow had really turned into nothingness. It was not an illusion, nor was it a secret trick!
"What's this?!"
Seeing that the purple jade flute in front of him was still chasing after him, his body was swishing and turning... in the air, moving at least ten thousand feet in an instant, and even tearing apart the space to escape one after another, but the purple jade flute was still chasing after him, persevering. Chase over.
It always rolled over so slowly.
No wind, no movement!
Ning Fengxue's body began to flicker, and she used tricks such as spiritual transformation and external incarnation again and again, and her body transformed into thousands of things...
There are really thousands of incarnations, but if any of them can escape Zi Yuxiao's pursuit, Ning Fengxue will have hope of escaping!
But the purple jade flute in the air also turned into thousands of tubes. No matter how many Ning Fengxue appeared in the air, there was a purple jade flute in front of each Ning Fengxue... Come here slowly!
Still...no wind, no movement!
Ning Fengxue was sweating profusely, and her heavy clothes were soaked with sweat.
He stared at the purple jade flute with fear in his eyes.
He clearly felt that his clones and avatars were being smashed one by one by the purple jade flute, smashed into the air, and completely disappeared.
And every clone, every incarnation is smashed into the air, smashed into non-existence, and the corresponding purple jade flute will also disappear.
With his own semi-saint cultivation, every clone and every incarnation has almost the peak cultivation of the fourth-grade Saint Lord, but in front of this purple jade flute, he has no power to contend.
No, it's not just the clone, but also his own body. Even though he keeps moving around and uses various escape methods, the purple jade flute keeps following him, like a maggot on the tarsus, and he can't get rid of it no matter what.
He knew that he was not dead yet, not because he was faster than Zi Yuxiao, but because Yun Yang had not given the final order to kill him yet!
After tens of thousands of years, Ning Fengxue once again had the fear of facing death!
He fled frantically and used countless methods; he threw out many weapons, many magical powers, and many magic weapons... But no matter what magic weapon or shocking magic weapon, when he came to the purple jade flute, they all vaporized instantly. Not saved!
There was no room for even a slight delay in its movement, it was always as ordinary as the beginning.
No wind, no movement!
Just so slowly, slowly flying with him.
The figure flashed, and Ning Fengxue appeared in front of Yun Yang again; at a glance, the scene almost collapsed.
Yun Yang was still imprisoned by him, but in front of Yun Yang, there was still a purple jade flute lying horizontally, as if he was a guard who was doing his duty, without any movement in the wind.
But what kind of ghost is this person who has been following me and chasing me
Did you really see a ghost today?
The moment the two sides looked at each other, Ning Fengxue saw that although Yun Yang was still unable to move, his cold eyes were looking at him quietly.
At this moment, Ning Fengxue's face was pale, and her original deity-like and otherworldly appearance had long since disappeared. She was left in a state of embarrassment, but the look in her eyes was still calm.
Even though he was no longer indifferent after being around him several times, the white clothes were still spotless; if the entire right hand had not disappeared all the way to the shoulder, the so-called embarrassment would be just that.
There is no trace of blood on the broken arm, as if... he was born without a right hand!
The purple jade flute quietly rested on his right shoulder, no longer moving forward, but never retreating.
Just like before, there was no wind, no movement, and calm as a mountain!
Ning Fengxue no longer moved around, no longer performed various secret techniques, and seemed to have given up struggling, but in fact she was working on her mysterious skills with all her heart, trying to restore her right arm.
But the more he works his body, the look on his face becomes more and more unsightly.
When you reach the realm of the Holy Lord, rebirth of severed limbs is no longer a matter of course; when you reach the realm of the Holy King, even if your entire body is smashed, as long as there is still some flesh and blood left, you can still use the Holy King's powerful vitality to quickly recover.
And with Ning Fengxue's extraordinary cultivation level reaching the semi-saint level, it stands to reason that if a mere arm is missing, if he wants to recover it, it will only grow back in the blink of an eye, completely different from the original arm. No different.
But the actual situation now is... No matter what method he uses, how he generates the vast sea of profound energy in his body to repair and breed, the broken arm cannot grow back.
The endless and inexhaustible vitality keeps pouring into the shoulder, only to disappear immediately, unable to nourish the body at all, and the broken arm can be regenerated.
Coupled with the fact that all the countless clones were shattered by the purple jade flute, Ning Fengxue's mental power has been weakened to the extreme, less than half of what it was at its peak!
Now this world's pinnacle expert who is above the clouds is like a candle in the wind, with only a spark remaining. If Yun Yang hadn't stopped with a thought, he might have been directly killed by Zi Yuxiao. How could he be lucky? !
Ning Fengxue finally stopped trying, calmly never seeing her again, and smiled miserably. Then her whole body calmed down. In the blink of an eye, the imprisonment that had trapped Yun Yang was released; then she let out a long sigh: "What a good idea." , It’s really a good method, what kind of magic weapon is this?”
Yun Yang stretched out his hand, and the purple jade flute that was holding in front of him disappeared at the same time as the purple jade flute that stayed on Ning Fengxue's shoulder, leaving only the one that fell into his hand. It seemed that from beginning to end, there was only one It's just a purple jade flute; the purple light is flowing, and the clouds are flowing.
"I don't dare to use good means. It's just Yun's last bit of support."
Yun Yang said calmly: "This treasure of protection given to me by my master... can deal with people like seniors who I absolutely cannot deal with. This is the first time I have seen the power of this flute today, and I can only think of it as a wonder." , breathtaking!”
Ning Fengxue laughed heartily.
"I want to kill you, but you already have the upper hand. Why don't you kill me happily?"
Yun Yang said quietly: "Yun has never been a bad person, but... it is always a pity for people like Senior to die like this. Blood Soul Mountain still needs warriors after all!"
"The power of this purple jade flute is so amazing, I'm afraid it's impossible for the senior's arm to recover..."
Ning Fengxue shook her head and smiled faintly: "You act deceitfully, bring disaster on yourself, and try to harm the heroes of the world. If this arm is the punishment of the heavens for the old man, it is only a small punishment. How dare you ask for more. "
He waved his hand and brought Yun Yang down vertically from the sky to the top of the mountain.
After both of them put their feet on the ground, Ning Fengxue sighed and said softly: "Back then... He Buyu was the reincarnation of my disciple. When he was weak, he was hunted down by others and was in danger of losing his life. It's really the East. Xingchen showed up with guards and saved his life.”
Yun Yang: "Huh?"
Thinking that the powerful Saint Lord who guarded the Blood Soul Mountain, He Buyu, was actually the reincarnation of the boss's disciple
"The Palace Master took Dongfang Xingchen, who was still a young man at the time, and brought him to me without saying a word... It hurts the Palace Master's face. Although I knew that this matter was probably due to the Young Palace Master's plan, I still couldn't help it. I once promised something... This favor can be used by me to do something for the young palace mistress. It can be... anything!"
Yun Yang's face tightened: "Anything?! Also... With my status as a senior, since I have made a promise, it should be anything. There are really few things in this world that even my seniors cannot do or cannot do!" "
A bleak smile appeared on Ning Fengxue's face: "Manpower is sometimes poor. Even if you are a semi-saint cultivator, you are still a human being. If you promise anything, you will naturally have to pay a price. When I said those words, I already felt Heaven's way of punishment sometimes... But you rely on your own cultivation and blind confidence. It turns out that... it should be here, and it turns out that heaven's way is easy to reincarnate, so no one will be spared!"
"After this attack, apart from Lord Yun Zun's grace of not killing, I will no longer have any entanglements of cause and effect in this world... Lord Yun Zun has his own problems, and I'm afraid he won't be able to repay me. Since Lord Yun Zun said that Blood Soul Mountain lacks warriors... Then I hope to kill more demon kings in Blood Soul Mountain to make up for it."
He glanced at Yun Yang and said, "Lord Yun Zun, thank you very much for your kindness in sparing Wang Han's life. I will take my leave now."
Yun Yang knew in his heart that this old man actually understood everything in his heart, so he explained a few words and left before leaving.
"Senior, walk slowly. When we meet again on Blood Soul Mountain in the future, we may not be able to fight against the enemy side by side and fight against powerful enemies together."
Ning Fengxue laughed loudly: "Okay, okay, see you on Blood Soul Mountain."
Before he finished speaking, he had already torn apart the space with a wave of his remaining left hand. He took a step in, but turned back. He wanted to say something, but in the end he still couldn't. He waved his hand. , and disappeared immediately.
Yun Yang had this purple jade flute in his hand, so there was no need to carry something by himself.
As for what Yun Yang wanted to do, it was not his turn to say.
Everything, just let nature take its course.
…
Seeing the departure of Ning Fengxue, the pinnacle cultivator in this world, Yun Yang's eyes were deep.
Eastern stars!
As expected, Dongfang Haoran's son was the one who instigated the most, and he was also the most eager to let himself die. He actually sent out a half-saint cultivator to kill him in a sniper operation, so that he would not die of his own death.
"It's time to completely resolve this matter. I just don't know... are you willing to see what happens after I resolve it... "
"The arrival of this semi-saint should be the pinnacle of this incident... I believe these saints should not be able to recruit strong saints!"
"If I were Dongfang Xingchen, I would be a little unwilling to ask Ning Fengxue to waste such a huge favor. It is only natural that I want to recoup some of the price..."
"Ning Fengxue, a powerful semi-saint, has absolutely no chance of missing when he takes action. If it were me, I would have thought that the matter was settled!"
"Then, I should... so and so..."
…
In a secret space, three people with equally heavy faces were sitting around.
"How many of you are there?" Dongfang Haoran's face, which had always been calm and unfazed by everything, turned extremely ugly at this moment, he asked Ximen over and over again.
Ximen turned over to the Lord of the West Heaven Holy Palace, his face almost distorted: "Thirty-two... what about you?" He asked Beigong Liuli.
Beigong Liuli's face turned livid: "Twenty-eight!"
Dongfang Haoran said as if he was vomiting blood: "Why are there so few of you..."
At this moment, he felt that he was really embarrassed.
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