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When the demon cultivators only teleported halfway away, the army of immortal cultivators surrounded them again, but Zheng Lin and His Highness the Witch were surrounded in the center.

More than 20 highly cultivated elites of the Yuan Ling period Demon Palace have been supporting behind, but many of the attacks from all directions fell into the golden light of the Golden Spirit Bowl. After only one round, the power of the golden light wilted in half.

Zheng Lin turned pale with shock. Judging from the current situation, if there is another round, wouldn't he be exposed to the opponent's firepower?

After half of the golden light was sluggish, it miraculously rose again, and it returned to its original state in a blink of an eye, and Zheng Lin felt a little more at ease.

He still knew too little about this Golden Spirit Bowl, apart from the four sets of defense formulas, he knew nothing.

Just when most of the magic palace elites had been teleported away, the old man with long silver hair made a move.

Seeing in the sky, the silver-haired old man took out a long sword, and after pinching a set of seal formulas in his hand, the light of the long sword rose sharply, and instantly formed a blue rainbow, flying straight towards Zheng Lin's position.

The Changhong was as wide as one meter, with a long tail light, and when flying, it also made a sharp piercing sound, which was extremely terrifying.

Zheng Lin really wanted to hide, but he didn't dare to hide. He knew that under the lock of the master's divine sense, even if he tried to hide, he would still be pursued.

He chanted the defensive spell of the Golden Spirit Bowl again, and the cyan Changhong also hit the golden light.

boom……

There was a loud noise that shook the sky, and the mountains seemed to tremble at this moment.

And Zheng Lin immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. Qi and blood surged continuously in his abdomen, his face turned blue and purple alternately, and the golden spirit bowl spun a few times in the air, the light dimmed to the extreme.

Without waiting for his qi and blood to stabilize, Zheng Lin gritted his teeth and recited the mantra that drives the defense of the Golden Spirit Bowl.

The Golden Spirit Bowl is indeed not an ordinary thing. Driven by Zheng Lin, it bloomed with dazzling golden light again, and the golden light curtains almost condensed into substance. In front of Zheng Lin, there was nothing but a piece of gold, and he couldn't see anything. , also can not hear.

Hong Ling and Jin Qiu firmly blocked the entrance to the teleportation array, blocking the attacks of the immortal cultivators.

After all the elites of the magic palace had teleported away, the golden spirit bowl also fell to the ground under several attacks by the old man, and after it turned into its original appearance, it was covered with cracks. Zheng Lin didn't know how many times he sprayed it. There was blood in the mouth, and the weak tendons in the body had been broken.

Unlucky Zheng Lin, if he doesn't seek treatment again, he may not be able to connect the broken tendons in the future, let alone recover to his original level. By then, he will really be regarded as a waste of cultivating immortals up.

When Zheng Lin was able to see the surrounding scene clearly, under the attack of all the immortal cultivators, the teleportation array collapsed and turned into stone powder all over the sky.

Without thinking about it, Zheng Lin turned around and saw that there was only a blood-red light where Her Majesty the Witch was, but Her Majesty's figure could not be seen clearly with the naked eye.

The red light group indicated that there were ripples flowing, and all the attacks of the immortal cultivators became invisible under the ripples.

"There should be a very powerful protective magic weapon supporting it!" Zheng Lin secretly guessed.

Seeing that the cultivator was going to continue to attack, Zheng Lin tried to drive down the Golden Spirit Bowl again, and it was really effective. The nearly shattered Golden Spirit Bowl flew up again, and in the air, a faint golden light emitted, protecting Zheng Lin.

Zheng Lin hurriedly walked towards the position of Her Majesty the Witch. He knew that there was a stronger magic weapon for protection there, and only when he got there could he save his life.

The Golden Spirit Bowl lived up to expectations, and it didn't disintegrate until Zheng Lin walked next to the red light ball. At that moment, Zheng Lin's head sank suddenly, his footsteps also staggered, and he fell directly to the ground.

If the magic weapon connected to the monk's life is destroyed, its owner will also be implicated, at least for a while.

Zheng Lin couldn't see Her Majesty the Witch, but Her Majesty the Witch could see Zheng Lin. When she saw Zheng Lin lying at her feet, she changed her mind and took a few steps forward to include Zheng Lin in her magic weapon. in the defense.

"Junior Brother Zheng! It's Junior Brother Zheng!"

Among the immortal cultivators who attacked the demon palace, a beautiful girl suddenly exclaimed.

Next to the girl, there was a middle-aged man with a thin body. After hearing the girl's exclamation, he frowned and said: "Fu Yu, don't shout, how could Zheng Lin walk with the Demon Gate!"

Although he said so, he was still very uncertain in his heart. The person holding the golden bowl magic weapon just now was indeed the same as Zheng Lin.

At this time, the teleportation array has collapsed, only Hong Ling and Jin Qiu are still barely resisting, and most of the immortal cultivators have stopped. They have surrounded the remaining demon cultivators, and they are not afraid that the demon cultivators will escape again. After all, the twin souls The seasoned masters have already made their moves.

"That person is Senior Brother Zheng Lin. I really didn't expect..." A little girl who looked only twelve or thirteen years old also said to the disciples of the Qinglan Sect around her. When she saw her face, she closed her mouth very obediently.

"Father, look, he must be Junior Brother Zheng, even Junior Sister Liushuang can tell!" Xiao Fuyu said firmly.

But Xiao Lu's face became even more ugly, and he immediately shouted: "Shut up!"

Although Zheng Lin was sent to Wanchuan Star to become a miner, he was still Xiao Lu's disciple in name, and his disciple had killed so many immortal cultivators together with the Demon Sect. Xiao Lu couldn't bear it either.

"Junior Brother Zheng must have been kidnapped by the master of the Demon Sect, Dad, we have to rescue him!" Xiao Fuyu said refusing to give up, seeing her father's expression, she almost burst into tears.

With her cultivation level, Xiao Lu didn't intend to take her with her when she came out this time, but she was worried about the safety of Zheng Lin and wanted to follow her, Xiao Lu had no choice but to let her go after admonishing her.

As for Dongfang Liushuang, although she is only 12 years old, she has already reached the stage of nurturing her body. This time the sect vs. the demon sect is sure to win, so Dongfang Mingyu brought her here, not to participate in the battle, but to... To get acquainted.

Immortal cultivators have always been proud. When only Hong Ling and Jin Qiu were left to resist on the side of the Demon Sect, they did not attack all of them again, but sent two immortal cultivators who were also late Yuanling masters.

Although it was a one-on-one match, Hong Ling and Jin Qiu had been seriously injured and their skills had been exhausted, so they were no match for the two masters of late Yuanling cultivating immortals who were full of skills.

After struggling to force her opponent back, Hong Ling shouted loudly: "Your Highness, go, don't worry about us!"

"Haha, let's go? Where are we going? Let's all stay!"

In the air, an old and majestic laugh came out, and then, the silver-haired old man suddenly raised his figure, and he was in front of Hong Ling in an instant, and his palm like a dead branch was also printed on the red silk. Aya heartbroken.