The little lion’s eyes flashed slightly. She kept scolding the little bastard, but her actions clearly didn’t an this. He was just a spiritual beast. Does it matter if it has a life?
“Don’t cause trouble, go back to the spirit beast bag, quickly!”
Just when the formation was broken and part of the attack rushed towards Wen Ying, a protective shield with a faint golden light rose from the land where she was.
It’s Yin Yuan.
Since she chose to join the battle, Yin Yuan naturally couldn’t watch her die. He just appeared with her. Although he was not a high level, he was born with Buddha bones and special skills. He was the sa as Feng Li, and his combat ability was much higher than that of Feng Li. They were people of equal rank.
However, he was a Buddhist cultivator who had the sa stance as a demonic cultivator. He was imdiately ridiculed by those who were fighting against him, and so threatened to tell the abbot of Fan Temple about the matter.
Wen Ying smiled slightly and said with fierce eyes, “Don’t be afraid, little master, I will kill them all today and see who can tell the truth!”
“arrogant!”
The battle situation beca more and more dangerous. All the magic weapons that could resist the Nascent soul monks were used, but under the encirclent and suppression by everyone, they could not even find a chance to escape. If there was only one Nascent Soul, Feng Li could still take them away with serious injuries, but now because of the Nineteenth, there are three more Nascent Soul stages, and he still doesn’t know if there is any spiritual liquid hidden in the crowd, and it was lurking in his mind. The person who wants to stab you in the back is here.
The critical situation left Wen Ying with no other choice but to resist.
At this mont, she suddenly felt so energy fluctuations, like…… a sign of advancent.
From the corner of her eye, she noticed a person suddenly appeared at the intersection. He was as tall as a cypress, standing with a sword. She was slightly startled, “……Zhao Weizhi?”
Zhao Weizhi has not participated in the fight since he entered the illusion. He is a sword cultivator and does not need many magic weapons. The only thing he trusts most is the sword in his hand, and he only needs this sword. The only thing he actively did in the fantasy was to look for Wen Ying. However, before Wen Ying’s identity was revealed, the two only crossed paths once in a restaurant, but no one knew about it. Fortunately, Wen Ying still had a ray of consciousness left in his heart, and he knew that she was safe and sound, and even had a familiar feeling of trust and dependence.
She cultivated with that Buddhist from Fan Temple.
With this clear understanding, he was no longer anxious to find her. But just now, a strong uneasiness suddenly erged in his heart. At the sa ti, the situation in the city changed. The sound of magic weapons and weapons clashing was enough to resound throughout the entire capital. He imdiately set off and rushed in this direction.
Zhao Weizhi didn’t expect that she could recognize him at a glance, and his expression was touched.
Just when Wen Ying was distracted, soone pierced the air with a sword and ca towards her. She only had ti to turn over and escape, but the veil was lifted open, revealing half of her terrifying appearance like Luosha.
The atmosphere only paused for a mont, and ridicule imdiately followed.
“It turns out that the female demon cultivator who dominates the Tianding Palace looks like this. No wonder she wears a veil all day long. It turns out that she knows she is ugly and dare not see anyone!”
Zhao Weizhi suddenly felt angry, for these people and for himself.
It was that sword. He had never realized so clearly the harm that his sword had caused to her. It wasn’t because of how ugly the scar was. He knew that there were many ways for cultivators to repair her appearance, but she didn’t. She would rather walk in the world wearing a veil.
She wanted to keep this scar to warn herself.
Wen Ying felt a sudden fluctuation in her heart like boiling water. She also retained his consciousness, but it was not as strong as his. At this mont, she could feel his strong surge of anger.
Before anyone could react, Zhao Weizhi’s sword had already been unsheathed.
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