"Lord Holy Envoy, I beg you to save Lingyue! Save those children!!"

Lord Holy Messenger?

she?

Can Ling Yue be saved?

Yun Xiaotian looked at the woman in front of him again.

Just listen to her smile softly and say:

"Head of Brahma Heart doesn't have to be like this. Since I appear here, it means that Jinghua Palace is going to intervene in this matter."

Lan Yurou held the unconscious Bai Xue with her left hand. Her right hand took out a printed paper umbrella from the jade bag at her waist and slowly opened it.

"Jinghua Palace?!"

Yun Xiaotian was shocked!

At first glance, this sect is unimpressive.

But precisely because I have no impression,

Only then did Sect Master Yun, who was deep in the city, feel great fear!

What does it mean for a sect that can make Master Lingyue kneel down and plead, a sect that has not yet appeared on Tiancang Continent???

As the leader of a sect, he knows the names of the giants of good and evil. He also knows all the names of super first-rate sects and first-rate sects. This "Jinghua Palace" has absolutely no chance of being a family of immortal cultivators or a second-rate or third-rate sect. So the answer is

, there is only one

——

Hidden world sect!!

"You...you are a descendant of the Hidden Sect!!"

Yun Xiaotian turned pale with shock and retreated violently!

Shui Lian smiled softly and did not answer directly. Instead, he continued what he said before:

"Perhaps Lingyue's pride is really not worth a lot of money in front of you."

"So I also want Sect Leader Yun to feel what 'absolute strength' is.

And, true despair.”

The smile on Lan Yurou's face disappeared instantly, replaced by a cold light in her pupils,

——And the terrifying spiritual pressure that fills the sky and the earth.

"This...this spiritual pressure..."

Yun Xiaotian suddenly shouted with a distorted face:

"You, you...you are a powerful person in the transformation stage!!!!!"

Lan Yurou didn't answer.

Just, above the sky,

Dark clouds linger.

spring afternoon,

Suddenly it started to rain.

Raindrops fell lightly, wetting the clothes of every Sword Alliance monk.

Whether it is a disciple, an elder, or the heads of the other three major sects,

No one can escape the dense raindrops.

The cultivators on the ground raised their heads and looked at the gloomy sky.

No one knows that a heavy rain is coming.

Yun Xiaotian was trembling all over.

Can't leave anymore.

The body has been completely locked in the air by a moist vapor,

can do,

He can only use all his last spiritual consciousness and spiritual power to protect the sword array around himself.

And released the sword and shield technique to protect himself.

Lan Yurou's charming but not flattering face revealed a trace of seriousness:

"See clearly.

What is the real spiritual art?"

Her voice was as cold as ice, her eyes were fixed on the haze of the sky, and she murmured softly:

"Let the memory be buried in the rain."

——

[Lanxi Spiritual Method·Summer Indulgence].

——

at this moment,

Yun Xiaotian's eyes widened,

Brahma Heart Master Tairu saw a miracle.

All the monks on the Twelve Peaks of Lingyue,

in the shower,

I saw a scene that I will never forget in my life.

rainwater,

Like having eyes,

Flood wildly towards where all enemies are.

Countless dark blue water masses enveloped hundreds of people from the Sword Alliance.

The deep and unknown spiritual pressure lingered and enveloped the entire Lingyue Sect.

That's the upper level above the water——

Super level spiritual root——

The terrifying spiritual field released by the "Rain" spiritual root.

Yun Xiaotian's sword formation, amidst such incomprehensible, invisible and unavoidable sea-blue spiritual power,

Suddenly collapsed.

Every flying sword,

In the "Lanxi Spiritual Technique" exerting its full power,

All become curled up and broken softly,

The sword's edge, which was originally stronger than steel, was even attached to the hilt.

Wrapped by the invasion of rain spiritual power,

Dissolve completely!

And his body couldn't escape this ending.

Only three breaths have passed.

Countless blue water balls exploded, and countless human bodies disappeared.

The surviving disciples and elders of Lingyue were all stunned and stuck in place like wooden stakes with their eyes wide open, unable to recover for a long time.

They didn't know what happened just now.

The bloody battlefield was like a dream, ending in an instant with a situation that ordinary people could not imagine.

So, is that spiritual magic?

"it's over."

above the tranquil sky,

Lan Yurou smiled and looked back at Fan Xin, who was breathing heavily:

"Baixue, I'll take it away."

…

[In the year 2021 of the Celestial Calendar, the spring rain is continuous and everything is silent. The invaders of the Sword Alliance drowned to death on the Twelve Peaks of Lingyue. 】
Chapter completed!