Senior sister, don't be stubborn, you are already invincible.

Bailiyou looked at the looming light film above his head, sweat dripping from his forehead, and his face was as pale as paper.

"The formation has been activated, no matter how good the escape technique is, it will be nothing more than catching a turtle in a jar for the opponent." Song Ci sighed.

For them, the monks who transform themselves into gods are a mountain that they cannot climb.

With just a wave of the opponent's hand, they can be wiped out.

"It's over, it's really over now."

Bailiyou pulled his hair in distress, swallowed his throat, and asked with difficulty: "Can we really just wait to die?"

Song Ci remained silent.

Baili You smiled bitterly and murmured: "If I had known better, I would have listened to Master. If you don't enter the Nascent Soul, you won't be born. You shouldn't have come..."

In this world where great power belongs to oneself, the weak are inferior to ants.

Song Ci did not speak, but his clenched fists revealed that he was not as calm and indifferent as he appeared at this time.

"Aren't you going to run away?" A sudden voice came from behind.

Song Ci's spine stiffened instantly.

"So good."

Zuo Chao smiled coldly and approached step by step.

"Stay and be my ghost slave."

With a flick of his sleeves, a majestic momentum swept over him, as vast and turbulent as a torrent, violent and domineering, and intimidating.

If he was hit, he would probably die on the spot.

Song Ci's heart trembled, and he staggered forward, but he still couldn't leave the place.

"You're just building a foundation, but you act recklessly in front of me again and again. Do you think you can still hide from me?"

There was sarcasm in Zuo Chao's eyes, and he raised his wrist slightly, and the invisible spiritual power gathered into a blade, which cut through the air with a harsh whistling sound, and struck directly between Song Ci's eyebrows. It was extremely sharp.

This fierce attack is enough to kill!

Song Ci's pupils dilated, and his heart was filled with despair.

At this critical moment, a slender plain hand reached out from the void, firmly grasped the spiritual blade, and suddenly closed its fingers.

boom--

A crisp sound spread all around, and the spiritual blade shattered into slag, turning into wisps of spiritual power and disappearing between heaven and earth.

"The Lord of Vientiane City, Zuo Chao, did you have any last words before his death?"

……

an hour ago.

Tang Shi, who was in seclusion on his own territory, suddenly had a thought in his mind.

She opened her eyes, raised her head, and looked across the mountains into the distance.

That is……

Song Ci.

She once left a trace of spiritual consciousness on Song Ci, so she could detect that he was in danger.

"How could Song Ci be targeted by Yuanying monk?"

Tang Shi frowned, thought for a moment, and decided to help him solve this problem.

If he didn't take action, he would be in trouble.

Luo Liufeng still relies on him to take care of it.

Tang Poetry's thoughts are slightly moved.

The trace of consciousness left on him revived.

When the Nascent Soul cultivator was about to take action, Tang Shi took action.

A ray of spiritual power shot through the air and hit the man's chest with a bang.

The Nascent Soul cultivator spit out a mouthful of reverse blood, and flew backwards, hitting the ground hard, stirring up bursts of dust.

The Nascent Soul cultivator clutched his painful chest and struggled to get up.

Tang Shi didn't care about that person anymore, since that person wouldn't live long anyway.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, turned around and looked at the bed, focusing on Song Ci's aura.

Well, no big deal.

Just slept a little deeper.

She raised her eyelashes again and felt a headache when she saw the soul flag stuck outside the house.

Unexpectedly, what she warned Song Ci at that time turned out to be a prophecy.

"Song Ci, you kid...do you want to die?"

Tang Shi shook his head helplessly, and then lost consciousness.

The mind returns to the original body and prepares to continue the retreat.

It felt as if I had just closed my eyes, and before I could rest for a moment, the call of my junior brother suddenly flashed through my mind.

This made her heart skip a beat.

Tang Shi stood up and looked into the distance, his brows furrowed and his expression solemn.

"Let me see what's going on."

He narrowed his eyes and suddenly reached out to pick up the magic formula.

For a moment, a picture appeared in his eyes.

At the moment when the spiritual blade was about to pierce through Song Ci's eyebrows, Tang Shi's eyes darkened slightly.

The next moment, the spiritual consciousness she attached to Song Ci materialized again, and her clothes fluttered in front of Song Ci.

He stretched out his hand, grabbed the spiritual blade, and exerted force with his five fingers. The spiritual blade broke into threads and turned into dots of spiritual light, disappearing in the air.

"The Lord of Vientiane City, Zuo Chao, did you have any last words before his death?"

Tang Shi slowly raised his eyes, and his cold gaze fell on Zuo Chao, looking down at everything like a god.

When Song Ci heard this familiar voice, he felt the urge to burst into tears.

The same costume also appeared when he was on the verge of despair.

Return to that childhood scene in one second!

It’s definitely my senior sister’s!

Song Ci suppressed his excitement, held his breath and concentrated, not daring to disturb him for fear of disturbing his senior sister's fists.

Baili You was also confused.

Are they saved?

Someone came to rescue them?

It’s the attire of the person in front of me...

Sounds familiar.

On the other side, everyone in Zuofu was stunned, and their hearts were shocked.

Isn't this person who suddenly appeared too arrogant?

Let a god-transformation monk say his last words, why don't you go to heaven?

Zuo Chao was also stunned. He looked at Tang Shi for a few seconds, feeling confused.

I can't see her cultivation level.

Wearing a black robe and a bronze mask on his face, this outfit...

It gradually overlapped with the dead figure in his memory.

But the only difference was that the aura exuded by this one was so strong that it made him feel a little nervous.

Another Ye Qing'er?

Or, are you pretending to be a ghost?

There were many speculations in Zuo Chao's heart, and the corners of his mouth curved into a bloodthirsty arc.

"Hmph, arrogant!"

"Since another one is here to die, I will kill you first today, and then those two!"

Zuo Chao's eyes were cold and sinister, and with the power in his palms, the majestic spiritual power rushed out like a wave, heading straight for Tang Shi's place with the pressure to destroy everything.

Song Ci's heart rose to his throat.

Although senior sister's strength is unfathomable...

But the other party is not bad either!

however--

Faced with the terrifying pressure like a monstrous wave, Tang Shi was not even half surprised. He calmly worked out the magic formula and calmly waved his sleeves.

In an instant, the wind was surging.

As the strong wind roared, the spiritual energy in the sky condensed into a whirlpool, facing Zuo Chao with a devastating force.

The two forces collided, and the explosion was shocking.

All the attendants in Zuofu were affected, screaming and falling to the ground, spitting blood.

Tang Shi's clothes are hunting, his black hair is dancing wildly, his fair and delicate hand is holding a sword, the tip of the sword is pointing diagonally at the ground, and his whole body is exuding a biting cold air.

The body is as majestic as a mountain, standing on the top of the wind and rain.

Everyone in the Zuofu Mansion looked at the scene in front of them in horror, dumbfounded, and couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.

"This, this, this..."

"She can actually withstand the city lord's attack, so she must be in the stage of becoming a god!"

"Who is she? Someone with such strength should not be a nobody!"

The attendants looked at each other in shock and fear.

Zuo Chao was also shocked.

His expression changed slightly, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help blurting out: "Who is your Excellency?"

"Didn't you want to see me? Now you want to ask me who I am?" Tang Shi asked in a leisurely tone.

Hearing this, Zuo Chao's eyelids trembled slightly.

"Your Excellency...could it be Ye Qing'er from the Zhatian Gang?"

he asked uncertainly.