Vol 5 Chapter 97: dying

Chen Xing's shock and incomprehension only lasted for a short while, then he just shook his head and said: "No interest."
The boring life is not self-sufficient. Zhang Yi’s sword intends to go to the top of the temple instead of going to him. Naturally, he wants to try to stir up the stronger rebellion that is in the heavenly hall.
However, the Taoist sign of the Heavenly Temple is from the hands of the founder of Xian Fuzong. It is better than he does not know how much higher than the realm. How can Zhang Yi’s cultivation be carried out?
Slamming.
The sword that provokes a horn is stabbed at the top of the temple. The cracking sound is from the wrist of Zhang Yi.
A majestic and terrifying recoil rushed against the sword to the wrist of his sword, causing a clear crack in his wrist.
The intense pain went straight to his mind.
He endured severe pain, did not let go, and his left hand fell on the hilt, and the remaining power in his body continued to penetrate into the hilt in his hand.
Aries picks the corner and is the most important.
What he is arguing is the stalemate of this moment.
In this way, Leyi borrows the power of the Taoist symbol. In general, he also has the power to borrow, which is the sword in his hands.
Chen Xingheng did not realize at this time that the small stone sword in his hand was Xue’s life sword.
Zhang Yi’s left hand fell on the hilt.
His left hand, even the bones of the entire two-handed arm, the broken bones of the chest, again gave a harsh crack.
With a bang, he spurted out his blood.
But the sword has not returned.
At the forefront of the sword, the corner of the horn is still a strong symbol.
He did the same in this moment.
The powerful multi-function is pressed against the small stone sword in his hand.
The unpretentious little stone sword suddenly brightens and shines like it burns.
Chen Xingheng’s breathing suddenly collapsed, and the previously scornful emotions instantly turned into nothing.
The blazing light caused his eyes to burn intensely and could not be opened.
The real element of his fingertips had already condensed into a symbol, but with his low and screaming, this scream of sorrow at his fingertips was turned into nothing, followed by horror. The real yuan spewed into a myriad of flames.
A red lotus blooms in front of him.
A bang.
The fish gut suspended in front of Zhang Yi first flew out and slammed into the wall on one side.
Then, after a painful boring, Leyi’s countless invisible lines, such as the swaying branches of the wind, were beaten on him.
His body was continually distorted by these forces, and instantly cut out dozens of deep-visible bone wounds, and the blood flew out of him like a red cloth.
The only thing that was not affected was the admiration of Chen Xing after Chen Xing.
However, her body is violently shaking, and her perception is like a myriad of giant blades in a staggered thorn.
Her body did not suffer any damage, but this kind of intention seems to be able to directly damage her perception, causing her headache.
Her consciousness is clearer than ever.
This is the net lotus symbol.
Like the true mountain, the fairy Fuzong does not know where it is hidden, but in the legend can purify all the horror.
Chen Xinghang actually realized this kind of meaning!
Zhang Yi’s head was also severely painful. There was a piece of white flower in front of his eyes. Only a little red color seemed to be turned into a sea, and all his everything was swallowed up.
However, feeling the temperature and strength of the small stone sword in his hand, he is clenching his teeth and not stepping back.
The little stone sword in his hand really burned up.
A loud bang.
His front is like a sun rising up, the dazzling and pure light flooding every corner of the temple, and even making everyone's figure look a bit transparent.
Chen Xingheng also made a sigh.
His blood is burning like it.
But what made him most shocked was the dazzling and pure light, and many blue light symbols were suspended.
These light symbols are projections of lines.
The lines come from all over the temple.
The dazzling and pure light is a powerful sword with no pervasiveness. This kind of sword is sharply pierced into the depths of every nick of the heavenly temple, and the meaning of the inside of the temple is completely forced out.
Zhang Yi’s feet also made a crack in the bones.
With a bang, Le Yi fell to the ground, and his body was crushed by the terrible pressure from the top and could not breathe.
Murong’s body was pressed to the door and was rushed out.
The red lotus in front of Chen Xing’s body exudes devastating power. However, all these forces cannot be dissipated outside, but they are pressed to contract inside.
The red color at the center of this red lotus is more and more crystal clear, just like a gem is melting, and crystal droplets are squeezed to explode.
......
The whole temple is shining.
Whether it is the tiles in the temple, the dust that flies out of the temple, or the wormwood that grows in the cracks in the roof, it is shining.
There is silence in the fairy, but almost everyone is staring at this place.
Seeing such a vision, I felt the swell of the atmosphere in the heavenly temple, and the deepness of the eyes of the Emperor Xianzong was more emotional.
Of course, he is more aware of the power of Chen Xingshen than anyone else. Even if he has a hope in his heart, it is only a glimmer of hope.
The three young people in the temple faced such a strong person as Chen Xingping, and the performance until then was completely beyond the limits of his imagination.
"interesting!"
At the beginning of the day, Chen Xinghang felt that Zhang Yi was not self-sufficient. When he spit out the word of boring, Su Qin, who stood outside the Temple of Heaven, slowly looked up and said the two words.
At this time, when the bulging force in the temple is about to open the door of the temple, when he rushes to his body, he is always filled with the shackles of ignorance or sarcasm, and instantly filled with a sly and sultry look that is difficult to describe with words.
His hand with his hand stretched out.
Hundreds of unusual papers fluttered up, such as colorful flowers, and in the next moment, along the various strange lines, they all fell on the front of the temple.
Boom!
The world is again shaking.
From the outside, the temple was violently knocked by a giant hammer.
Around the Heavenly Temple, a huge air circle visible to the naked eye blasted out, and all the trees within a few square feet were cut off and the fallen leaves were thrown out.
In the mouth of Su Qin, the blood was mad, and the body was thrown away like a dead wood.
......
In the Temple of Heaven, Zhang Yi was sullen and could no longer support, kneeling on the knees.
However, his hands are still very strong and support the sword, still maintaining the attitude of the sword.
Chen Xing's face changed dramatically.
Among the pupils that he shrank sharply, the speed of the cyan light letters falling from the top of the temple suddenly increased, like a sharp snow.
The red lotus in front of him disappeared in his perception.
Disappearing means that the connection with him is cut off and uncontrolled.
In the next moment, the red lotus broke open, and the center of the red lotus had been compressed to the ultimate heaven and earth, unable to be released as an explosion, and turned into hundreds of crystal clear rays.
The crystal rays bloom outside.
Everyone's body is like a slow motion with a majestic and terrifying pressure.
Murong Xiaoyi looked at these rays through Zhang Yi and Le Yi, including the body of Chen Xing in front of her body. After seeing these crystal rays pass through their bodies, the warm blood dripping out, everything Slow to the extreme, but she did not have time to dodge, can only raise the body as much as possible, so that these crystal rays do not pierce her head and other vital parts.
The bright red blood drops floating in the air as if it were still.
Zhang Yi, Chen Xing, Murong Xiaoyi, and even the body of Lo Yi who crouched on the ground were pierced many times at the same time.
In the next moment, as these crystal rays spurred on the walls of the temple, the condensed world of heaven and earth exploded dramatically.
All blood drops are accompanied by a dull sound burst into powder.
Chen Xingheng, like Zhang Yi and others, is like a cloth that is arbitrarily moved in the dyeing house, and is smothered by the violent temper.
His eyes are full of incredible looks.
The Su Qin body outside the Temple of Heaven was hung on a piece of broken tree, and the body was cut through several broken wooden holes.
All the people were seriously injured and dying.
......
A middle-aged man in the black robes, on the sleeves and on the neckline, full of mysterious silver lines, shook his head with emotion.
He felt the result of this battle.
At the same time, he felt the meticulousness of Zheng Shou, and always ambushed a final piece in any seemingly confident battle.
And he is this spare piece, the last piece that can end everything.
In his emotions, he walked out of a gazebo and was ready to go to the temple.
However, at this time, he saw a tall and thin man coming up on the stone steps ahead.
The man wore a very ordinary costume of Xian Fuzong, but at this time he had a very long sword with a hilt.