I make a contract with myself

The world can't repair itself as fast as the damage they've done.

However, what is certain is that even if they try their best, they cannot destroy the ancient spirit world.

After all, there is a big gap between him and those people who destroy the world at any time, not to mention destroying the so-called three realms...

As time passed, Fan Wuji gradually lost his opponent and fell into a disadvantage.

It’s not that we can’t defeat them, it’s just that they have more people.

If the power of the battle formation had no effect at all, our ancestors would not have passed it down.

In a battle like this, if you are distracted for a moment, Yi Shan will seize the opportunity and attack you with all his strength.

It was not obvious at the beginning, but as the battle lasted longer, mistakes accumulated, and sooner or later Fan Wuji would be defeated due to the interference of the battle formation.

It's not that he will die, but killing Fan Wuji is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

It would be better to think of a way to throw him into the abyss...

Lin Xiaoyu was holding a cup of milk tea, looking absent-minded.

The two men, whose robes were slightly dirty yesterday, are now wearing Taoist robes and religious robes. It seems that Fan Wuji is the one who is in a worse situation.

After all, he was my master. I felt bad seeing him being beaten.

I respect my teacher, unlike that traitor.

It's a pity that she was too weak and couldn't help at all.

unless……

Lin Xiaoyu turned her head and looked at the battle formation surrounding Butterfly Island, which was shrouded in starlight.

If no one else intervenes, with Fan Wuji's powerful strength, it should not be difficult for him to win, let alone beat him.

At this moment, Ji Zhuyi coughed lightly to show her presence.

Ji Zhuyi is a seventh-grade spiritual Taoist master. Probably the only person present who has a higher cultivation level than her is Liu Xian.

In the past, if Liu Xian was in her prime, she would be able to knock her down in minutes, no doubt about it.

But now, a pregnant woman with a broken soul is facing a Taoist master with profound cultivation. It is obvious that she will not be able to win.

What if a fight breaks out among the others and the baby in the belly gets hurt?

As a last resort, Lin Xiaoyu had to suppress her anxious heart and look at the sky intently.

Ji Zhuyi also breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, if she started fighting, she wasn't sure she could win.

Although the opponent's cultivation is not high, their lineup is really luxurious.

There were Taoist priests, warriors, elf users and aliens, but he was alone, so it was obvious that he was going to be beaten up by a group of people.

Fighting against more than twenty people at once, even Fan Wuji couldn't handle the large number of people. As a bishop ranked third, she was quite self-aware.

The two men in the sky fought more and more fiercely, the sky and the earth were dark, as if it was the end of the world.

"Is there something wrong?"

As the battle became more intense, Sun Yan suddenly frowned, feeling an indescribable strange feeling.

"Fan Wuji can destroy the battle formation with just a casual strike." Liu Xian turned her head and said to him.

"I thought so." Sun Yan suddenly realized.

After Liu Xian's advice, the others could clearly sense that Fan Wuji was holding back.

As for the reason, it’s not hard to guess.

Even if they belong to different forces and have different moral principles, there is no need to kill each other and ruin the future of the human race.

Sun Yan was extremely confused: "He is so kind to his enemies, why is he so different to me?"

Chu Shudai said calmly: "Maybe it's because you are alone."

Sun Yan was stunned for a long time. After he figured it out, he just snorted coldly.

A genius, even if he is a rare genius once in a thousand years, is far inferior to a second-rate force.

This is because people like Sun Yan are not rare in the tens of thousands of years of human history. If not countless, there can be hundreds or thousands of them.

"Well, it's decided. I want to help Master!"

Lin Xiaoyu stood up and threw the rabbit in her arms aside.

The rabbit jumped and hopped, and when it came to Liu Xian, it had turned into a human form.

"Master, come on!"

"Hehe, look at what the teacher has done!"

Lin Xiaoyu put her hands on her hips and did not rush to attack.

And in her eyes, Ji Zhuyi's figure was reflected.

At this moment, she was standing at the door of the villa, with a piano floating in front of her. The strings on it looked like they were woven from stars, so beautiful.

The two women looked at each other, tense.

Sun Yan quietly moved to the side, looking shameless as if it had nothing to do with him and was not concerned.

"You stinky junior brother, you didn't go to help the master when he was fighting, and you wanted to betray the sect!" Tutu noticed it and immediately yelled.

"I have just received the things from you and I promised not to interfere. I can't go back on my word." Sun Yan shrugged.

"Bah! You were bought off by a little favor and have forgotten the kindness your master has shown you..."

"You can't say that. In business, honesty is everything. I can't just give it back to her."

Hearing this, Tutu bared his teeth, wishing he could bite this heartless and ungrateful junior brother to death.

Sun Yan stood by and watched. His wives looked at each other and chose to watch the fight as well.

It’s a pity that Yun Yun was still practicing hard in the Taoist Temple and didn’t come with us.

Otherwise, she would definitely stand firmly on Lin Daiyu's side and fight with her without asking any reasons.

Fortunately, she is not here. After all, she is too emotional and can easily become impulsive...

The fight between two Taoist masters is much more interesting to watch than the fight between martial artists.

More importantly, everyone can understand it.

Lin Xiaoyu's spiritual level is at the sixth level and the seventh order, while Ji Zhuyi's spiritual level is at the seventh level and the eighth order. The difference in their cultivation levels is quite large.

However, Lin Xiaoyu had the advantage of equipment. She was covered with magic weapons. One could imagine how comfortable her life was in the Taoist Court.

Various spells changed rapidly in her hands, and afterimages flashed by, making it impossible to see clearly.

With all the magic weapons on your body, you don't need to worry about defense, just keep attacking.

There was no need to even aim, because the spells used by Lin Xiaoyu were all map cannons, which temporarily suppressed the opponent.

However, it was only for a moment.

Ding... buzz...

The sound of the zither was very pleasant, like the sound of heavenly music. His attainments were probably even higher than Duan Rong's.

Along with the sound of the piano, Lin Xiaoyu felt as if there were steel needles piercing her soul, giving her a splitting headache.

Ji Zhuyi would not kill anyone, because if she did so, she would inevitably be besieged.

All that needs to be done is to stop Lin Xiaoyu and prevent her from interfering in the battle.

It was easy, even easier than killing her.

"Canopy!"

Lin Xiaoyu made hand gestures again, summoning a blue sky, and pressed down directly towards Ji Zhuyi.

Although it is not all, it is also the weight of the sky. The sound of the piano can break the sky, but it cannot stop it from falling.

Ji Zhuyi's expression remained unchanged as she continued to play the piano.

"唳~~"

A crane flew out from the zither, and a shrill cry suddenly sounded. The crane spread its wings and resolutely flew towards the sky.

The sky was shattered, and just as Ji Zhuyi was about to condense the crane again, her soul suddenly trembled.

Without hesitation, the sound of the piano suddenly changed, and the sound barrier enveloped her, protecting her from all directions.

The next moment after the sound barrier was completed, vines covered with thorns began to grow wildly in the empty air.

The vines are entangled in the sound barrier, making it impossible to harm the enemy.

The spikes barely managed to pierce the barrier, but stopped in front of Ji Zhuyi and could not advance an inch.

With Lin Xiaoyu's cultivation level, this is already the limit.

Lin Xiaoyu seemed to be thinking about something.

I can break the defense myself, but if I want to hurt the enemy, I need some tricks...