The love debt between me and Feng Aotian

But it is definitely the Emperor Realm.

How could he be defeated by Yun Panxia so quickly?

That cloud is looking forward to summer...

How strong is it?

Is she stronger than Wuxian?

No, even martial immortals are probably not that strong.

"It's time to finish."

Yun Panxia's voice was particularly clear in the wind and snow, but her figure could not be captured.

Disappeared in the wind and snow again.

The next second, Xu Qishi fell in the wind and snow.

No one can keep up with her speed.

Ying Xixue can’t do it, Xu Chen can’t do it, and Ji Yiyan can’t do it either.

But at this moment, golden light bloomed.

A holy statue appeared in front of Yun Panxia.

The holy statue was neither male nor female, like a god or Buddha. Its strange face was hidden in the shadows, looking down at the woman in front of it with a smile on its face.

Everyone present felt as if they were crushed by a mountain, unconsciously wanting to kneel down or even lie down.

The practitioners who were watching the excitement all leaned forward at the same time, expressions of shock on their faces.

Xu Chen's right eye also twitched.

Of course he understood what Ji Yiyan was doing and asked, "Are you crazy?"

That's not a move.

That is the evil god.

Ji Yiyan used part of his life as a price to summon the evil god through a certain ritual.

Three hundred years ago, he had not taught her how to summon the evil god, and he had also warned her not to try to learn it elsewhere.

Now it seems that she didn't remember.

"I'll go crazy if I don't have you."

She looked at Xu Chen and smiled sweetly.

The icon smiled the same smile as hers.

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The white mist dissipated, and the holy light illuminated everyone.

Light usually symbolizes hope, but at this moment it brings endless oppression and despair to people.

The holy icon was like a blazing sun, burning everyone present.

Everyone present was a cultivator in the upper three realms, but even they could not withstand the terrifying oppression.

The Northern Sword Saint Xiang Xiuzhu only took one look and his knees went weak, and he fell to the ground.

Feng Qing'er also immediately knelt on the ground.

Some saints tried to hold on, but their legs made a "crackling" sound and they fell directly to the ground.

The Emperor Realm practitioners did not kneel down, nor did they fall down, but they could still feel the endless pressure while holding on, and their whole bodies were trembling, like ordinary people without a single piece of clothing in the snow.

Light does not bring hope to people, but oppression.

Xu Chen used secret techniques to try to relieve the oppressive feeling on himself, but he was unable to do so.

That is the evil god.

This is the existence that Xu Chen did not allow Ji Yiyan to contact three hundred years ago.

Summoning the evil god comes at a price.

For most practitioners, the price is their life.

One life is not enough.

It takes a lot of lives.

But as an emperor-level practitioner who has mastered most of the secret arts in the world, Ji Yiyan only needs to consume her lifespan.

He didn't know the exact amount, but it definitely consumed his lifespan.

There might even be something else.

Even if she understood many rituals and knew many secrets, she could not summon the evil god without paying any price.

Xu Chen and others were still some distance away from Ji Yiyan, and Yun Panxia was the person closest to Ji Yiyan.

She was clearly at the center of the vortex and was the woman most affected by the icon.

"Is it necessary? We might become sisters in the future."

Yun Panxia could feel the terrifying pressure released by the holy statue. Even she could not move freely in the face of this terrifying pressure.

She was no longer fast, but slow.

But she didn't expect the other party to pay such a high price to do this.

"you shut up!"

Ji Yiyan didn't want to hear this at all and said, "I won't become sisters with anyone. Xu Chen is mine, and no one can take her away from me."

Yun Panxia seemed unable to understand Ji Yiyan's words and asked, "Do you know how many Taoist companions he has?"

"I know a lot, so what? I won't let him come into contact with other women again."

"Do you really think you can beat so many of them?"

"Just retreat to the mountains and forests."

"You can't hide forever."

"You're annoying."

Ji Yiyan found that she couldn't argue with Yun Panxia any further, so she said, "There's no end to the truths in this world. We're all practitioners, so let's just speak with our strength."

She didn't think she would lose now, because neither Xu Chen nor Ying Xixue could get through.

There were not many people on the scene who could stop this battle. The only person she knew who could end this battle was the martial immortal Zhao Xinyuan.

But Zhao Xinyuan is a man of fun. He doesn't like to interfere in the fights between strong men. It has nothing to do with him.

Zhao Xinyuan wished the fight would be as intense as possible.

The aura of these two people now has the emperor realm, but they are not powerful enough in the emperor realm and cannot break through the pressure of the holy statue at all.

In other words, she now only needs to deal with Yun Panxia.

Among her daughters, only Xu Yunyan is still conscious, but that is enough.

"also."

After Yun Panxia said this, she did not immediately flash in front of Ji Yiyan as she did before.

Because now she can no longer use her speed to launch a sneak attack.

Since the enemy can react, there is no need to use speed to get close.

"The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao. The name that can be named is not the eternal name..."

Yun Panxia actually started with the literary teachings of Tianshu Academy, but his words had nothing to do with what he learned in Tianshu Academy.

That was what Xu Chen taught her over three hundred years.

Xu Chen said to her many words that had never existed in this world, and she remembered them all in her heart.

At this moment, she used literature to drive these sentences that did not exist in this world, and drove the power that did not belong to this world.

As she spoke, she clenched her right fist and punched out.

The majestic aura was highlighted and merged with the words spoken, turning into a giant sword made of ink.

The way of literature turns to the way of swordsmanship.

Or it can be said that it is the fusion of swordsmanship and literary arts.

This looks like an impure substance.

Many great practitioners remind their juniors to practice Taoism purely when guiding them, as mixing in too many thoughts will only make the Tao impure.

Impurity is weakness.

But the practitioners present did not feel weak from this sword.

They only felt the extreme strength.

Whether it is swordsmanship or literature, Yun Panxia has almost reached the pinnacle.

So it is impossible not to be strong.

The giant sword of Wenmo left a trail of ink splashes in the air, which looked like painting in the void and could not be dissipated.

The holy statue released infinite light, trying to destroy the giant sword.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

There were constant sounds of collisions, and the light kept hindering the giant sword from moving forward, while the giant sword kept smashing out.

The giant sword of Wen Mo, which was taller than the mountain, seemed to split the earth in two.

It seems that the two are evenly matched, but there is still one person who can move.

That's Xu Yunyan.

Xu Yunyan, who had fought against Xu Chen in the martial arts performance.

Xu Yunyan held a long sword in her hand and slashed towards Yun Panxia.

Yun Panxia was concentrating on dealing with Ji Yiyan. If she was distracted at all, she would easily be overwhelmed by the holy statue.

So the field expands.

Words flooded into Xu Yunyan's ears, and her body seemed to be constantly eroded by the words. Her thinking became slow, and her body movements also became slow. In the end, she stopped thinking and stood still.

Densely packed words appeared around Yun Panxia, twisting in the air and encroaching outwards.

These words are not only used against Xu Yunyan, but also against Ji Yiyan.

Her domain consumes a lot of energy, so it is of no use at first.

But Ji Yiyan also has his own territory.

Ji Yiyan expanded his domain and clasped his hands together.

The holy image no longer just releases light, but also slashes with one hand in a solemn manner.

The giant sword of ink and the words in the sky were broken in an instant.

Yun Panxia used her hand to block the statue's right hand, and the ground beneath her feet collapsed instantly, pressing her down dozens of feet into the ground.

Ji Yiyan recited scriptures, and the golden mouth of the holy statue opened slightly, and golden words emerged one after another.

The gilded words seemed to have turned into a dragon-imprisoning rope, binding Yun Panxia up and making her unable to move.

Ji Yiyan's expression was indifferent, neither sad nor happy, as if she was looking at a creature different from her.

At this moment, Ji Yiyan seemed like a god in heaven, possessing power that did not belong to this world.

It seems that the overall situation has been decided.

But at this moment, Ji Yiyan moved again.

She stretched out her hand and grasped the void, and the statue also grasped the empty space.