Chapter 690: World’s Beautiful Man is a Cauldron LXXVIII
Chapter 690: World’s Beautiful Man is a Cauldron LXXVIII
Wen Ying flicked her sleeves and said, “You know, you soiled A Li’s robe and he almost died. He used his power to suppress others, but that power was gained by himself with great effort. In the process, did he not ever encounter difficulties that are thousands of times more difficult and dangerous than yours?”
“If his skills are inferior to others, he deserves it. But do you think you can beat him? If he hadn’t been entangled by so many people, even if you were Nascent Soul, you would have just been defeated by him!”
“Impossible!” The man immediately got angry and repeated, “I am Nascent Soul!”
“Fake Nascent Soul, how many times do I have to tell you this?” Wen Ying sneered again, “If you don’t believe it, I’ll let you fight him.” She said and looked at Feng Li, “A Li?”
Feng Li stepped forward, glanced at the other party, and sneered: “Why not”
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He was seriously injured, but fortunately Wen Ying attracted most of the attention just now, allowing him time to take the elixir. Coupled with Yin Yuan’s healing technique, he temporarily stopped the injury.
That man never imagined that he could still be despised by others after becoming Nascent Soul, so he took action in anger.
Immortal cultivators’ fighting depends on accumulation. These people reach the sky in one step, just like turning a loach into a divine dragon. They have the form of a divine dragon, but do not have the divine dragon’s psychic spells. Otherwise, they would not be allowed to face the four monks in the alchemy stage, and it will be delayed.
Feng Li was not afraid, and the moment he attacked, he transformed into his prototype.
The adult red flame golden beast has scales that are red gold in color, its mane shoots out like fire, it steps in all directions, and it can shake the sky with a low roar. The moment he transformed, the opponent’s spell stagnated for a moment, and he immediately seized the opportunity and pounced forward ferociously.From just before until now, he has maintained his human form. He really didn’t like showing his animal form in front of people, because it reminded him that he was incompatible with this land, and he was different from her. This is his last resort and the card he is least willing to show.
However, if Wen Ying hadn’t suddenly advanced, he would have already made plans to transform into his original form when he asked her to evacuate.
At present, Wen Ying was blocking the other two Nascent Soul Stages as one against two, and the other two people were jointly resisting the remaining Jiedan Stages. He only had to fight this one, and in just a few back and forth, he was torn apart with ruthless speed. He grabbed one of the opponent’s arms. The cultivator’s wound was filled with blood and he screamed in pain!
The fear in his heart revived at this moment. Without anyone to help him, it was as if he had turned into the bullied low-level cultivator again, unable to resist Feng Li’s attack.
Wen Ying smiled lightly when she saw this, which sent chills down his spine, “Okay now, you know about the young master’s ‘collusion’ with the devil, and you have seen the prototype of A Li. If I don’t kill you, I will have trouble sleeping and eating.”
The sudden change in the situation and the overwhelming confrontation make people’s will become weak in an instant.
Some people flinched and begged for mercy: “Fairy, we were wrong. The spiritual liquid was definitely not stolen by you or the Demon Lord. You, sir, have a lot of compassion, please let us go!”
“Too late.”
Wen Ying stopped talking nonsense with them, and launched her killing move. Even if two “Nascent Soul cultivators” joined forces, they could not stop her attack, but it only took a few breaths for her to show signs of decline.
More than a dozen Jiedan monks, accounting for most of the people who entered the illusion, were about to be killed here.
Suddenly, the situation changed, and dark clouds gathered over the city, forming a whirlpool. The capital was near the sea, and the sea rose sharply in the wind, forming angry waves that crashed onto the shore.
The city was filled with frightened cries from men, women, and children, one after another. As the waves got higher each time, they broke down the city walls, destroyed the streets, and the capital was flooded. Not to mention, gradually, the black clouds in the sky rolled and changed color, like The fire burned in the clouds, and a large area of fire burned continuously among the waves. I don’t know whether it was the sky reflecting the sky in the sea, or the sea reflecting the sky, but it burned into one piece.
The whole city felt like it had been plunged into boiling water, like a frying pan in hell.
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