This saint is too cruel

Chapter 159 Purple Silver Lotus

Lin Ya was ready to kill.

Yue Xingtian pulled her back and said, "Don't worry, just take a look first."

Lin Ya was anxious and helpless, even if she rushed up, it would be useless.

"Hmph!" Yu Linchong snorted coldly, and said very proudly, "This is a contest between the two of them, and it's best for outsiders not to intervene."

"You..." Lin Yacai didn't care about the rules of the world, and shouted, "Damn old man, I just want to save him, how about it?"

"If outsiders intervene forcibly, I will not let you down!"

Yu Linchong's tone was very hard, a breath came out of his body, and the wind was mighty.

"puff!"

Yue Xingtian also swayed a force at the same time, shattering his strength.

"Palace Master, do you want to intervene too?" Yu Linchong said coldly, very unhappy.

"Long'er just talked about it and didn't intervene, but the elder has already become angry, which is detrimental to the elder's demeanor."

Yue Xingtian was very upset, and his tone was very strong, as if it was a big deal to tear his face.

"Hmph... I just move my muscles and bones, so why make a fuss!" Yu Lin rushed.

"I just want to save him..." Lin Ya glared at Yu Linchong and vomited again, "Look at you, you old man!"

"you……"

Impulsive, Yulin was ready to make another effort.

"It's too disrespectful for an elder to be angry with a younger generation!" Yue Xingtian said.

"Hmph!" No matter how arrogant Yulin Chong is, this is the territory of Yueyun Palace after all, so he still has to restrain his temper.

On the top of the dome, the purple anemone is beautiful and dreamy, the purple air is intertwined, and the petals are green and tender, as if they are about to drip purple liquid.

The lines on the petals are full of vitality, emitting purple light, and the runes flow, and there is a powerful breath circulating, which is absorbing the luck of the heaven and the earth, and refining the creatures within.

The beautiful purple anemone illuminated the entire sky purple, as if entering a virtual and dreamy world.

Yu Wendi sat cross-legged on the side, closed his eyes lightly, and muttered words, one after another, mysterious words flowed into the purple silver lotus.

There is purple air intertwined and connected between the two, which is mysterious and beautiful.

Among the petals, there is a void by itself.

In the void, the purple air is intertwined, the purple light is blazing, and the runes all over the sky are like the sun, moon and stars circulating endlessly.

Ye Wuyou floated in the center of the void, staring at everything here, feeling the erosion of the mysterious power, he wanted to understand the origin of this place.

He knows that the Purple Spirit Sword is too mysterious, it is a super powerful soul that gathers the body spirits of all races, the spirits of the monster race, and the runes of the human race, so he can't be careless.

With the bang sounded.

The dome is transformed into a huge and beautiful purple anemone, in which there is a purple world, the stamens are like stars twinkling, and the petals are like a galaxy flowing, all of which reveal the vicissitudes of life.

In the center of the stamen is a vast sea of ​​flowers, in which all kinds of mythical beasts and birds dance, lingering in fairy spirit, harmonious and beautiful.

There is a purple electric dragon in the center of the sea of ​​flowers. The electric dragon is leisurely and free to fly.

Sitting on the electric dragon is a vague figure of a young girl, she is singing cheerfully, her singing is like the sound of nature, light and joyful.

It is like a young girl who is in love, telling her inner love to her long-admired lover.

However, when the painting style changed, the sea of ​​flowers was withering, and the atmosphere was deserted and miserable.

Zidian Dragon is still there, but very sad, hovering in the air quietly, motionless.

The girl on its back hangs her head, whines, and sings sadly and sadly, exuding endless loneliness, like a girl who has been abandoned by others, narrating endless sorrow.

All the creatures in the sea of ​​flowers surrounded her, sharing their worries and dissatisfaction with her.

The last picture is a kind of despair.

The picture quality is black and white and colorless, and the Zidian dragon lies bruised and bruised among the dead flowers and leaves. The girl on its back has a long sword stuck in her chest, bleeding profusely.

All the creatures surrounded her, angry for her, their eyes were full of fierceness, they wished to tear the sky apart.

The girl's song was sad, singing a kind of despair, a kind of hatred, and a kind of murderous intent.

It was as if she was betrayed, killed, and discarded by her lover, which was very tragic.

The whole world began to transform, all creatures transformed into plain spirits, Zidian dragon transformed into body spirits, and everything turned into runes, all integrated into the long sword inserted in her chest, forming a purple spirit sword.

"what!"

Ye Wuyou came to his senses, his whole body could no longer move, the purple energy had already entered his body, flowed into every cell, eroding and refining him.

Ye Wuyou knew that this was the Purple Spirit Sword trying to devour him, turning him into one of the symbols, refining him into one of her souls.

He wanted to use his spirit and combat power, but it was too late, everything was permeated by Ziqi, and he no longer obeyed his command.

"What a strong grievance." Ye Wuyou knew that this was an obsession, a terrifying grievance.

Similarly, he also has an obsession, the obsession to rise to freedom.

His whole body was permeated by purple air, like a purple man, even the ominous holy soul in his dantian turned purple, and began to turn into purple air.

"Go and save him!"

Lin Ya looked terrified on the ground.

The purple silver lotus on the top of the dome bursts out, and the purple air is entwined. The body, runes, and plain text are intertwined, turning into a cloud of purple air, and it is impossible to see the inside and outside.

And there was no movement in the flower, Ye Wuyou seemed to have been refined.

"Hey!" Yu Lin was triumphant, with a persistent smile on his lips.

He is very confident in the power of the ancestral soul in the religion.

Of course, as one of the most powerful forces in the bordering star realm, the Gods and Demons Forest's ancestral spirits are naturally terrifying, and anyone can feel this.

"Don't worry!" Yue Xingtian was very calm, and his majestic face was full of joy and anger.

Lin Ya was angry and finally calmed down. Yue Xingtian's realm was unpredictable, and so was Yulin Chong.

The two masters are here, if she turns her face and exposes the cause of Yuelong's death, it will be counterproductive.

"Father, you must help him!" Lin Ya was very smart, after a second thought, she changed her appearance and began to play coquettishly.

"Hmm..." Yue Xingtian said calmly and deeply.

"Hmph, this is a duel between the younger generation. Life and death are up to you. It's best not to interfere."

Yu Linchong saw Ye Wuyou's extraordinaryness, so he had to use this opportunity to get rid of him.

If Yue Xingtian made a move, he would definitely make a move.

Yue Xingtian didn't speak, and stared at Ziyinlian's changes intently.

"Hold on, hold on!" Lin Ya kept cheering.

Beside Ziyinlian, Yu Wendi was chanting words, the corners of his mouth were chapped, his breath was dry, and he felt like he was powerless.

He has consumed too much cultivation, but he has been persisting. He firmly believes that Ziyinlian will be able to refine Ye Wuyou.

In the Ziyinlian space, Ye Wuyou was no longer there, and there was only a cloud of purple chaotic air circulating in the center.

Ye Wuyou didn't know if his body was still there, he just felt that everything was illusory.

He knows that this process of engulfment and backlash is a process of destruction and reorganization, a process of rebirth from nirvana, which is very painful and beyond human ability to persist.

There is a terrifying obsession "rising" in his will that will never die, never die, never die, and is indestructible.

Through the nirvana of the blood pool, divine eyes, and green leaves, this obsession has been strengthened every time, and it is indelible.

"Give up, my heartless person, there is nothing that can resist the reincarnation of heaven and earth."

In the void, such a sentence floated.

There was still the sea of ​​purple flowers in front of her, and the vague figure of a young girl turned her back, telling the sad and desolate past events.

(End of this chapter)