Chapter 1312: Chapter 778 Again? _3
But compared to this situation, now proactively sending a statue of himself to various places, doing the sa thing as the other Three Immortals Sect Disciples, still made Shen Yi feel sowhat uncomfortable.
Fortunately, at least he could still feel the discomfort.
This implied that even after tasting the flavor of the Emperor’s Aura, he had not fallen to the sa level as those people.
If you can’t integrate, then you can’t change anything.
This is a very simple truth.
Just like Shen Yi liked serenity, but he didn’t disperse the people around him, nor did he expend energy to dismiss them, because he still temporarily needed them to stay on Heavenly Tower Mountain.
Thinking of this, he silently looked towards the sky.
After all the preparations he had done, he hoped that person wouldn’t suddenly co to a realization.
It was as if responding to Shen Yi.
In the next mont, a ferocious and overwhelming aura surged in like a tide, having been outside Kaiyuan Prefecture just a mont ago, and then sweeping into the Heavenly Tower Mountain.
The majestic mountains, in front of this sea of Qi, were like withered branches in a storm, seemingly ready to be shattered at any mont.
The many smiling Disciples, their expressions instantly turned dark and heavy.
Almost everyone guessed sothing.
After all… it wasn’t the first ti that person had done such a thing.
But what people didn’t expect was that even after the Lingxu Master Uncle had reprimanded her last ti, she showed no regret.
What the hell kind of bullshit rules are these.
The Four Mansions of your Qingguang Cave, are they really taken back just with kind words? How can you rob others, yet others can’t rob you?!
Moreover, Brother Taixu didn’t even actually seize the dojo. He just took a bit of Emperor’s Aura as a counterattack for the last Kaiyuan Prefecture dispute.
If you’re going to pose this way, ready to fight and kill at any mont, you might as well stop reacting to the tribulation and directly appoint yourself to the position of Immortal Emperor.
Under the watchful eyes of all.
Three figures slowly gathered in the Sky Curtain.
The black skirt swayed, the woman wore a Treasure Crown, and she just stood there with her hands down, stirring heaven and earth, her montum not losing to the black clouds that previously enveloped the Four Mansions.
When others saw clearly the two people behind her, especially the Taoist dressed in a purple cloud robe, a Disciple couldn’t help but spit: “Really, Yun Miao is coming with outsiders to coerce his own junior brother?”
Lingxu Master Uncle must have been blind to choose such a disciple.
“Senior Sister, don’t go too far…”
Previously when the Bodhi Sect attacked, many Disciples scattered and fled, but this ti, although they were lacking so confidence, they still voiced their accusation: “How could the dojo competition be like this, how could you, in front of a group of mundane folks, cause such strife, isn’t it disgracefully shaming the face of Immortals.”
Feeling the dissatisfied gazes of the crowd.
You Yao, however, curled her lips into a sneer, since when did this group dare to confront her directly.
This huge disparity turned into a cold word in her mouth.
“Scram!”
The dismissive word spread with force, causing all the Disciples to clench their fists.
They stared fixedly at the black skirt in the sky, their eyes lost the last bit of respect, leaving only identical scorn.
At this mont, a thin figure finally stepped out slowly, standing at the forefront of the crowd.
“Everyone, go back first.”
Shen Yi waved his sleeve casually, lifted his eyes to look upwards, and said softly: “If you stop now, I’ll pretend nothing happened.”
Hearing this, You Yao pondered for a mont, then suddenly laughed: “Why the sudden politeness, have you accepted your fate of dying?”
“What if I don’t stop?”
The woman suddenly changed her expression, full of nace, she pressed her palm, and the Qing Guang Chessboard that once overshadowed Kaiyuan Prefecture reappeared.
Tens of thousands of sharp beams of light descended like the Tianluo net, falling.
“What will you do then?”
“…”
Shen Yi’s five fingers subtly opened, a white glow quietly cut through the Sky Curtain, severing all the Qing Guang.
The white glow fell into his palm, transforming into an ancient, plain sword.
His expression unchanged, he stared at the sword in his hand.
Monts later, Shen Yi casually perford a twirl with the sword, again looked towards the Sky Curtain, and said lightly:
“Co.”
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