The Most Powerful Young Man

What kind of feeling is this?

It was like a strong man who had accumulated energy for a long time, his muscles jumped wildly, roared 3,782, and smashed the huge boulder in his hand into the lake.

As a result, not to mention the water splash, not even a fart.

When Xiao Yao noticed that the sword aura he was swinging out was lightly dismissed by the woman standing on the golden auspicious clouds, there was such a picture in his mind.

The other person's eyes looked at him, full of contempt...

There was even some teasing.

Just like a little milk dog who was just born, he couldn't even walk smoothly, but tried to bite himself, people would show such a funny and ridiculous expression.

Such expressions were like needles, piercing Xiao Yao's heart.

Before that, he knew the strength of this woman, and even thought that the strength of the other party was completely beyond his ability to contend.

It is one thing to imagine, but another thing to really feel.

Now the sense of powerlessness has become more real.

Xiao Longxiang and Zhao Tieniu struggled to get up, staring at the woman.

The remaining immortal cultivators are all pressed to the ground by an invisible force, even if there are 10,000 reluctances in their hearts, they are somewhat helpless.

Song Yilin, Nan Tianyuan and others are also in this state.

They want to stand up immediately now and join the fight, even if they can't shake the other side, at least they can get rid of the current predicament.

What does it mean to bow to one's own enemy and make it a courtier?

This is simply a great humiliation to them.

Ordinary people may have enough awe of the so-called immortals, but these people do not!

The road they took was the fairy road!

Their ultimate direction is to become immortals!

In that case, why are the so-called immortals worthy of their bowing?

The current you are nothing more than the future me. No matter whether they can do it in the future or whether they can get to this point, at least what is their belief.

What's more, now this woman is still their enemy.

As long as it is an enemy, even if it is a fairy?

Song Yilin's fingers have been digging into the soil.

The fingers are full of blood.

Their chests were against the ground, and they kept agitating. Air was sucked in from their mouths and spewed out from their nasal cavities. The speed was getting faster and faster, faster and heavier.

Xiao Yao stood up again.

Several groups of strange fires, beating flames, smashed toward the woman on the auspicious clouds. This is the first time that Xiao Yao condensed such a devouring flame. He is confident. If the opponent he is facing now is a master of nine levels , Will be directly swallowed by this flame.

However, the woman sneezed and the flame disappeared again.

A cold wind blew in, and Xiao Yao shuddered subconsciously.

It's not yet the cold season.

Even if it did arrive, it would not have any effect on Xiao Yao, a master of nine layers, but now he sensed the biting cold.

This kind of cold is not passed from the outside world, but rises from the depths of the soul.

That woman kept looking at Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao roared again, and the clothes on his upper body were torn into rags by the wind at this moment, and strands were hung on him.

He pulled a strong wind and faced the difficulties, his body rose again into the sky, and the aura within his body rose wildly again. At this time, his body was also slowly undergoing tremendous changes, and his skin seemed to be It moved like a few small mice, and then slowly gathered together to form a group of explosive muscles.

The profound iron sword in his hand pierced towards the woman's face.

This sword has the momentum to break through the world.

Obviously full of momentum.

Obviously unmatched.

But he was still pressed down by the woman’s hand, and even with Xiao Yao’s body, he fell heavily to the ground again. This time, when Xiao Yao’s body fell to the ground, he also smashed a large concrete floor. The pit, with that pit as the center point, stretched out dozens of lines, like a spider web-it looked shocking.

The cracks formed on the concrete floor are staggered.

Xiao Yao struggled to crawl out of the pit, his body was bloody, his face was rotten, and all the bones of the forest on his shoulders had been revealed. Not to mention that Xiao Yao is already a nine-fold immortal cultivator now. You must know that when he was in the Lingwu world, he merged with the Yuan Ying in his body to form a semi-immortal body.

Adding the keel in the body...

But even so, that woman could make Xiao Yao so miserable with a casual blow.

It can be seen how terrible this woman is!

Seeing Xiao Yao getting up again, the woman standing above the auspicious clouds also showed a look of surprise on her face.

"It's interesting." The woman's beautiful eyes flowed.

Hearing such words, Xiao Yao didn't feel the slightest praise. On the contrary, from the other party's tone, he heard a kind of disdain.

It's nothing more than a surprise when one hand didn't press an ant to death.

Even if it's a half-celestial body...

Even the keel...

Even if it is the cultivation base of the nine masters...

Even though! Does he disdain to use the ghost secret technique at all costs and can't resist this woman's attack?

Xuan Tiejian, strange fire, one by one, Xiao Yao turned over his hole cards.

With his current strength, even Xuanyuan Nineth Layer, he could behead it without the help of any external force.

But facing the indifferent woman on Xiangyun, he had no strength to fight back.

Xiao Yao's heart was already occupied by frustration.

It's like a wild beast is biting its own heart.

"I just want to take that little girl away, and I don't want to hurt you. If you don't realize it anymore, I will fix the day and kill you." The woman said with a cold face, "You repeatedly provoke the deity. , The deity tolerated one by one, it is nothing more than because you are that little girl’s father, and you don’t want her to hate me in the future. If you are provoking, I will punish you and all the mortals, and it’s a big deal to erase the little girl’s memory Yes."

Xiao Yao's body trembled for a while.

He was really scared.

It wasn't because the other party said they wanted to kill mortals like them, but because he was worried that the other party would really erase Xiao Niannian's memory.

"Xiao Yao, don't pay attention to her, let's not let her take Niannian away!" Xiao Longxiang said suddenly.

Only then did Xiao Yao come back to his senses and waved away the fear in his heart.

Indeed, if you want to erase Xiao Niannian's memory, you have to take Xiao Niannian away, but what Xiao Yao has to do now is not let the other party take Xiao Niannian away.

Therefore, whether to erase the memory or not is not a problem that I need to worry about now.

Once again, the fighting spirit is high.

The woman seemed to feel the fighting spirit burning on Xiao Yao's body. Her eyes were cold, the corners of her mouth moved slightly, her face was like frost, and her eyes were like swords: "Huh, something that doesn't live or die."

After speaking, she suddenly clenched her fist.

In an instant, Xiao Yao felt an inexplicable energy around him surging crazily, rushing into his eyebrows, and his body bulged, like a balloon being inflated.

He can almost imagine how his body will burst in the next second.

It's like a balloon that is full of air and still pumping up.

He can still see the woman's face.

His face was full of sneers at himself.

He couldn't figure it out.

Are the immortals in the sky as unreasonable as this woman?

Are all the same as this woman, do they regard human life as a waste?

Do you just do whatever you want, just like this woman? Why? Just because I am a mortal? So she can do whatever she wants. If she wants to take Xiao Niannian away, she can take Xiao Niannian away?

Is God really so unfair?

However, even if he died, Xiao Yao would not feel any fear, and his chest was still calm.

Even if he really died, he would be considered the place of death.

Even if he died, he would not allow others to **** Xiao Niannian from his arms!

He looked around and found that Xiao Longxiang and others were the same as himself.

The bodies of those immortal cultivators who were still lying on the ground were constantly swelling. From their faces, Xiao Yao saw fear.

Obviously, these people can't face death calmly like Xiao Yao and others.

"This is my business, it has nothing to do with them!" Xiao Yao roared, but his voice was very small.

Even if it is himself, he is not very clear.

He was no longer calm.

If it really just died on his own, he doesn’t care, because for Xiao Niannian, even if he really gave his life, it’s not a big deal, but he can’t see that so many people are dying for himself. This is what he accepts anyway. Things that couldn't be done, but now he found that not only did he have no room to fight back, but he couldn't even make a hysterical roar.

Is the power of the fairy so terrifying? !

At this moment, a golden light appeared in the sky again.

Apart from the golden light, some weird sounds could be heard in my ears.

It's like Sanskrit when a monk chants sutras.

At the moment the sound rang, everyone seemed to be purified.

It's like walking in the endless desert, with dry mouth and dying, but suddenly encounters the rain.

As if the whole body was soaked in a clear spring.

The woman standing on Xiangyun also frowned.

"Do people from the Buddhist world also intervene?!" the woman said angrily.

The golden light fell down and fell in front of Xiao Yao.

When the golden light dissipated, a young monk wearing a golden robes touched his bald head with a faint smile on his face.

On his neck, there was a string of Buddhist beads the size of a baby's fist, and every moment of the Buddhist beads was engraved with a Sanskrit script that Xiao Yao couldn't understand.

"Amitabha Buddha." The little monk folded his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and looked at the woman above the auspicious clouds, "Master Xianzun, these people are my friends. Please also Master Xianzun and let my old friends go."

The woman snorted coldly, squinted her eyes at the little monk in the golden robe, and asked, "What if I don't want it?"

"Then the jade will be burned." The little monk finished speaking, stretched out his hand, and took out a golden bowl from the robes.

"Huh? The golden bowl of burning lamp of the Buddha world is in your hand? Ha, your Buddha world is really generous enough. Can you lend you such a precious thing?" The woman showed disdain as much as possible, but everyone could see it. , The look in her eyes looking at the little monk was already quite jealous.

I didn't know exactly what the golden bowl was, but it could indeed pose a threat to the fairy.

"So, I also invite Master Xianzun to leave, and I will report to you in the future." The little monk received a smile, and his voice suddenly became cold.

The so-called retribution may not be a good retribution either!