Aiming for the Immortal Path

For an instant, the giant dragon painted on the clothes on his chest seemed to come alive.

The beard and hair of the giant dragon's head trembled, and deep in the clouds, a low dragon roar could be heard faintly, echoing the trembling dragon's head on its clothes.

On the luxurious flying boat, Zhao Mingyuan's black hair turned gray in an instant.

Her hair was spread out and dancing wildly in the wind. On her resolute face, wrinkles spread like spider webs and covered her face in an instant.

In an instant, the whole person became dozens of years older, turning into an old man with white hair and wrinkles on his face.

It was obvious that the move he was using at this moment was extremely costly to him.

Longevity is extremely precious to any monk, and is more important than anything else.

How many monks have obviously reached the peak of their realm, but because of the small time gap, they are blocked by the great road and can only die sitting there.

But the pain of losing his son made Zhao Jingfeng unable to care about anything else. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind. Only by killing the enemy with your own hands and avenging your son can you vent the overwhelming hatred in your heart! ! !

Waves of dragon roars echoed in the mountains and forests, like cries of sorrow or roaring... .??.

A terrifying aura of terror swept through the entire place, making all the monks present feel inexplicably frightened.

Su Twelve was the first to bear the brunt, and suddenly felt enveloped by an inexplicably powerful and fierce murderous intention.

No matter the puppet body or his own body, it is like being stuck in a mire, unable to move at all.

Su Twelve was secretly frightened, and his heart kept sinking.

But his expression remained unchanged, and without even thinking, the golden elixir in the puppet's body began to rotate faster. This is...a sign of spontaneous combustion of the golden elixir.

At this time, Zhao Mingyuan was furious and had no reservations about attacking.

He knew that this move was definitely not something he could withstand now, so he was already prepared. Even if he gave up his puppet body, he would still protect his body and the little girl Feng Fei and leave.

As for how other people would face this move, that was not a question he could consider.

There is no spare capacity to help anymore.

After getting rid of Sun Wenyuan's threat, he has shown the utmost benevolence to Huanxing Sect!

But at the moment when Su Twelve was using his skills, he was about to ignite the golden elixir of his puppet body.

Suddenly, a more grand momentum came over.

In the distant sky, a flash of ice-blue sword light rolled in from the sky.

The sword light was gorgeous, powerful and unstoppable. Before the sword light could approach, the temperature in the air dropped sharply, and the rain that had been pouring down turned into heavy snow falling like goose feathers in an instant.

The sword light dragged a long ice-blue tail, like a huge bridge spanning hundreds of miles. Wherever it went, the dark clouds dispersed in the blink of an eye.

The dragon roars deep in the clouds suddenly became silent!

"This aura...is Senior Leng! Senior Leng is back!"

On the top of the main peak of the Huanxing Sect, Ouyang Yi has been secretly transporting his true energy, carefully guarding against other people in the Zhao Dynasty, and at the same time planning to find a suitable opportunity to help Master Tianhong.

But before he could take action, when he saw such a change, his body trembled suddenly, he reacted immediately, and immediately shouted excitedly at the top of his lungs.

As soon as he finished speaking, a flying sword that looked like ice crystals landed on top of the main hall on the top of the mountain.

Seeing the "cold" pattern engraved on the scabbard of the Flying Sword, everyone in the Huanxing Sect instantly became extremely excited.

Sun Wenyuan's escape only gave everyone hope of survival.

But it is still unknown whether they can persist until the secret pavilion elder comes back to rescue them.

But now... I hope she is really here.

"Hmph! The bold Zhao Dynasty dares to offend the Huanxing Sect, today... you will be punished

Pay the due price! "

"Pei Feihong, the Huanxing Sect treats you well. It's just that you don't want to repay you. Instead, you led the people to betray the sect, committed a treasonous act, and attacked the elders of the execution hall. As an elder of the Huanxing Sect, how can I do this? Allow you!”

"Fellow Taoists, follow me and kill this beast to rectify the glory of Huanxing Sect!"

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As soon as Ouyang Yi finished speaking, several figures immediately shouted.

Before the voice fell, everyone was already rising into the sky, heading straight towards the people of the Zhao Dynasty, Pei Feihong and Lin Ran.

It was not until this moment that the many elders of the Huanxing Sect truly showed their abilities and strength without reservation.

Seeing this scene, Pei Feihong and Lin Ran, who were fighting Master Tianhong inextricably, made a quick decision and launched another forceful move to force Master Tianhong back. At the same time, the two figures rose into the sky and quickly landed on the ground. Zhao Mingyuan was on the flying boat.

"Your Majesty! Don't waste any more time. There will be plenty of time to avenge His Highness the Prince in the future."

"If we don't leave now, when the elder of the Secret Pavilion of the Huanxing Sect actually comes, the thousands-year-old foundation of the Zhao Dynasty will probably be destroyed!!!"

Sun Wenzhu stood beside Zhao Mingyuan, ignoring the impact and oppression caused by the other person's aura in his angry state, and hurriedly spoke out to persuade him.

After hearing this, Zhao Mingyuan still stared at Su Twelve, his eyes full of unwillingness.

But the surging aura around him began to quickly subside.

The moment the flying sword with the word "cold" appeared, his sanity was completely restored.

"Walk!"

Full of anger, in the end, it just turned into a word of helplessness.

Zhao Mingyuan gave an order, and the thirteen flying boats propped up their defensive light shields and flew away at an astonishing speed.

In a moment, he was already dozens of miles away.

The speed is so fast that it is a few points faster than the flying speed of most Golden Core Stage monks.

"Huh... finally... I got through it."

Seeing everyone in the Zhao Dynasty disappear from sight, Su Twelve finally breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his tense heartstrings.

The puppet's body held Feng Fei in its arms, and a burst of true energy emitted, wrapping itself around its own body.

He immediately needed to find a place to retreat, recuperate, and heal the little girl Feng Fei's injuries.

As a foundation-building monk, even if she was lucky enough to survive in Zhao Jingfeng's hands, all the meridians in her body had been severed at this moment, and her injuries should not be taken lightly.

But at this moment, his eyebrows moved slightly, and as if he felt something in his heart, he hurriedly raised his head and looked into the distance.

Snow was still falling heavily inside and outside the Huanxing Sect, and within a short time, there were more than three feet of snow on the ground. Inside and outside the sect, there is almost a world of ice and snow.

The moment Su Twelve looked up, a cold wind blew from the distance.

The biting cold wind blew countless low-level monks present and subconsciously closed their eyes.

In the wind and snow, a woman wearing a goose feather cloak, an oval face, and willow-leaf eyebrows, who looked like a fairy in the cold palace, fell from the sky with snowflakes on her feet.

After the visitor arrived, his figure was floating and he was landing on the top of the mountain.

The woman has a pair of jade hands, from the wrist up, the skin is as creamy as ice jade.

The so-called ice muscle and jade bone is nothing better than this!

Only the pair of slender Rouyi, one dyed gold and the other exuding a faint silver light, invisible forces are secretly wrestling within their bodies. The aura around his body fluctuated, obviously as if he had just experienced a hard battle.

The beads of sweat on her temples were enough to show that she was under considerable pressure at the moment.

But that indifferent expression was like ice that had never melted for thousands of years, without any ripples.