The long-lost purple jade flute suddenly appeared in the sky.

As Yun Yang thought for a moment, he hit Ning Fengxue lightly.

Ning Fengxue frowned and said calmly: "Why did you still want to struggle when you reach this point?"

The right hand casts the momentum, the speed does not change, but increases instead, and a palm is fierce!

At the same time, the purple jade flute also came with the flow and faced Ning Fengxue's palm in a silent manner!

The purple jade flute, which is as if there is no wind and no movement, is not a surprise to Ning Fengxue. It can be regarded as a joke, but it is not funny: You can't even move now. Just by driving a purple jade flute, you want to gain a glimmer of hope for yourself under the half-saint's hands?

How naive is this?

But the next moment, Ning Fengxue's face changed.

Just as his palm was about to touch the purple jade flute; he felt the cold and warm moment on the purple jade flute

He even had the idea that this was really a good baby.

However, as he came into contact with the purple jade flute, he did not catch the purple jade flute. The purple jade flute still maintained its previous state of no movement and continued to slowly hit it, further touching the palm of his hand.

And at that moment, Ning Fengxue only felt that his hands suddenly turned into air and no longer existed!

Can you imagine that a semi-saint cultivator, the peak powerhouse in this world, was still controlling the overall situation the moment ago, and a faction took the last little counterattack from the opponent in an understatement, but at this moment, his hand was gone?!

The inexplicable, incredible, and even more incredible!

What is even more incredible and even more incredible is coming one after another. The purple jade flute is always in a consistent way. According to the original trajectory, following Ning Fengxue's hand, then...even if it is smashed, smashed his hand into air, smashed it into air, and then smashed his arm into air, and then continued to crush it.

And it was not until this moment that Ning Fengxue felt the pain and severe pain!

He looked at his hands in disbelief. Well, he should look at the location where his hands and arms should be; there was already a blank space.

All the parts of the body that I had come into contact with Zi Yuxiao had completely disappeared!

The next moment, a pain of soul tearing came over like a tumultuous river.

Ning Fengxue exclaimed, and his elegant and handsome face finally changed completely. He retreated like lightning, and this retreat was three thousand feet long. When he looked up, he saw that the purple jade flute was still floating in front of Yun Yang.

No wind or movement!

But……

In front of me, there was clearly a purple jade flute, which was still slowly following the track of my arm as before and hit me!

In fact, it is not very appropriate to use smash here. It should be said to be an unrivaled trend, and it just passed without any obstacles. If you really use smash, it seems that you can look too seriously at Ning Fengxue in front of you!

Even though he is a semi-saint, he still doesn't deserve the Zi Yuxiao...smash it!

Ning Fengxue was shocked and inexplicably. He quickly mobilized all his spiritual sense and repeatedly confirmed that his right hand, forearm, and elbow had really turned into nothingness, not an illusion, nor a secret technique to trick!

"What's this?!"

Seeing that the purple jade flute was still chasing him, his body was slicking... and moving in the air, moving at least ten thousand feet in an instant, and even tearing the space and escaping one after another, but the purple jade flute still chased him and chased him unyieldingly.

It's always been crushing over so slowly.

No wind or movement!

Ning Fengxue's body began to flicker, such as the spiritual appearance transformed into shadows, and the external incarnation used repeatedly, and his body instantly turned into thousands of things...

He is truly a world of thousands. If there is any pursuit that can escape from the purple jade flute, Ning Fengxue will have the hope of escaping from heaven!

But the purple jade flute in the air also turned into millions of tubes. No matter how many Ning Fengxue appeared in the air, there was a purple jade flute in front of each Ning Fengxue... coming slowly!

Still...no wind or movement!

Ning Fengxue was sweating heavily and sweating heavily.

His eyes were full of fear and attention to the purple jade flute.

He clearly felt that his clone and his shadow were being smashed one by one by one by the purple jade flute, smashed into air, completely disappearing.

And every clone and every shadow are smashed into air and destroyed, and the corresponding purple jade flute will disappear.

His semi-saint's cultivation level, every clone, and every shadow transformed also has the peak cultivation level of the fourth grade of the Saint King, but in front of this Zi Yuxiao, there is no power to compete.

No, it is not only the clone that turns into a shadow, but also the one who is on his own body. Even if he keeps moving and uses various means of escape, the purple jade flute has been following him, like a maggot on his tarsal bone, and he can't get rid of it.

He knew that he was not dead yet, not because his speed was faster than this purple jade flute, but because Yun Yang had not issued the final order to kill him!

Tens of thousands of years have passed, Ning Fengxue has once again had the fear of facing death!

He fled wildly, showing his countless methods; many weapons, many magical powers, and many magic weapons were thrown out by him... But no matter what magic weapons, sharp weapons or magic weapons, before coming to Zi Yuxiao, they all evaporate instantly and will not exist in an instant!

There is no room for his movements to be slightly slowed down, and it is always as ordinary as it was at the beginning.

No wind or movement!

Just slowly, slowly flying with me.

A figure flashed, and Ning Fengxue appeared in front of Yun Yang again; at first glance, the scene almost collapsed.

Yun Yang was still imprisoned by himself, but in front of Yun Yang, there was still a purple jade flute standing there, as if he was a conscientious guard, without any wind or movement.

But what the hell is it that followed me and chased me?

Today, is it really hell?

As the two sides shone their eyes, Ning Fengxue saw that although Yun Yang was still unable to move, his cold eyes were quietly looking at him.

At this moment, Ning Fengxue's face was pale. Her original appearance was like a god. She had already disappeared from the world and was left with a mess, but her expression was still calm.

Even though I was no longer calm around me, the white clothes were still spotless; if it weren't for the entire right hand to the shoulders that had disappeared, the so-called embarrassment would have been the case.

There was no blood on the broken arm, as if... I was born without a right hand!

The purple jade flute quietly stayed on his right shoulder, no longer moving forward, but never retreated a little.

Just like the previous one, there is no wind or movement, as calm as a mountain!

Ning Fengxue no longer flicks and moves, no longer uses various secret techniques. He seems to have given up struggling, but in fact he is working hard to regain his right arm.

But the more you exercise your body, the less beautiful the expression on your face.

Up to the realm of the Holy Lord, the rebirth of the broken limbs is already an idle thing, and it is not worthy of the Tao. When you reach the realm of the Holy Lord, even if your whole body is broken, as long as you have some flesh and blood left, you can quickly recover with the powerful vitality of the Holy Lord.

With Ning Fengxue's super-cultivation of the semi-saint level, logic is that one arm is gone and if you want to recover, you can grow again in a blink of an eye, which is completely the same as the original arm.

But the reality is... no matter what method he used, how to foster the mysterious energy in his body like a vast sea to repair and breed, the broken arm would not be able to grow out.

The endless endless vitality continues to pour into the shoulders, and it can only disappear immediately, and it cannot nourish the body and continue the broken arms.

In addition, the countless clones and shadows just now were all broken by the purple jade flute, and Ning Fengxue's mental power had already weakened to the extreme, less than half of the time at its peak!

Now this peak powerhouse in this world, located above the clouds, is like a candle in the wind, and only sparks remain; if Yun Yang hadn't stopped with one thought, he would have been directly killed by Zi Yuxiao, wouldn't it be a lucky thing?!

Ning Fengxue finally stopped working hard and never saw each other again. He smiled bitterly, and then he calmed down. In the blink of an eye, the imprisonment of the trap of Suo Yunyang was immediately lifted; then he sighed: "Good means, really good means, what magic weapon is this?"

Yun Yang stretched out his hand, and the purple jade flute that was protecting him and the purple jade flute that stayed at Ning Fengxue's shoulder disappeared at the same time. Only the tube that fell into his hand was left, as if from beginning to end, he had to have only one purple jade flute; purple light flowed, and the shiny clouds were shining.

"I dare not take on good methods, but it is just Yun's last reliance."

Yun Yang said lightly: "The treasure this master gave me...is someone like me whom I absolutely cannot deal with. I saw the power of this flute for the first time today. I only have a spectacle in my heart, and I am amazed!"

Ning Fengxue laughed loudly.

"I want to kill you, but you have already gained the upper hand at this moment. Why don't you kill me quickly?"

Yun Yang said quietly: "Mr. Yun has never been a bad person, but... it's always a pity for people like Senior to die like this. Blood Soul Mountain, after all, needs warriors!"

"The power of this Zi Yuxiao is too amazing. I'm afraid that the senior's arms will not be able to recover..."

Ning Fengxue shook his head and smiled faintly: "Doing your mind and acting in a delusion, disasters will arouse your own desperation, and trying to harm the heroes of the world. If this arm is the punishment of the heavens to the old man, but a shallow and small punishment, how dare you ask for more."

He waved his hand and took Yun Yang to the top of the mountain with him.

While the two of them were all down-to-earth, Ning Fengxue sighed and said softly: "At that time... He Buyu was the reincarnation of my eldest disciple. He was chased and killed when he was weak and was in danger of his life being overturned. It was Dongfang Xingchen who appeared with his guard and saved his life."

Yun Yang: "Ah?"

Thinking of the powerful Holy Lord guarding Blood Soul Mountain, why Buyuyu, who is actually the reincarnation of this elder disciple?

"The Palace Master brought Dongfang Xingchen, who was still a young man at the time, to me with Wushu... To prevent the Palace Master from being in a position of being in the face, I knew that this matter was probably planned by the Young Palace Master, but I had promised something... This favor can be for me to take action for the Young Palace Master once, and it can be...anything!"

Yun Yang's face turned tense: "Anything?! It's also right... the status and cultivation of the previous generations. Since we promised, it should naturally be anything. There is really little thing in this world, and even the previous generations cannot do it or do it!"

Ning Fengxue showed a faint smile on his face: "Manpower is sometimes poor, even if it is a semi-saint cultivator, he is still a human being. He will naturally have to pay a price when he says that. When he said that, he already felt that the punishment of the heavenly way sometimes... but he relied on his cultivation and was blindly confident. It turned out that... he was here. As expected, the heavenly way is good for reincarnation, who would have spared no matter who!"

"After taking action, I will never have any cause and effect in this world except for Lord Yun Zun's grace of not killing... Lord Yun Zun has his own ravines, and I am afraid he will not look down on me for my reward. Since Lord Yun Zun said that Blood Soul Mountain lacks warriors... Then I hope to kill a few more demon kings in the Blood Soul Mountain to compensate."

He glanced at Yun Yang: "Master Yun Zun, thank you for your great grace for mercy on Wang Han. I, I will say goodbye."

Yun Yang knew in his heart that the old man actually understood everything in his heart, so he explained a few words of the whole story and was about to leave.

"Senior, walk slowly. In the future, when we meet again on Blood Soul Mountain, we may not be able to fight against the enemy side by side and fight against the powerful enemy together."

Ning Fengxue laughed: "Okay, okay, see you on Blood Soul Mountain."

Before he finished speaking, his only left hand had already tore up the space with a wave of his left hand. He took a step in, but turned back, trying to say something, but he still didn't say it. At that time, he waved his hand and disappeared immediately.

Yun Yang has this purple jade flute in his hand, so he doesn’t have to tell something himself.

As for what Yun Yang wants to do, it is even more impossible for him to say.
To be continued...