The Magician of Cultivation

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The ball made a mechanical sound and then broke into two.

A violent and terrifying force swept across the entire platform, the sky and the earth began to change color, and the Nether Palace began to shake violently.

The fan-shaped energy started from Li Yu and swept forward.

"Hold"

Bruce only uttered one word before he was swallowed by the energy and disappeared.

The throne also disappeared with him.

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Outside the Nether Palace, where the airship crashed.

The airship's defense shield has been opened again. More and more pale skeletons are crowding onto the airship, and everyone is huddled on the deck.

All the 'Fireball' scrolls have been used up, but the sea of ​​skeletons is still endless. After killing one batch, another batch will appear.

On the battlefield outside the airship.

Zhou Sanmei, a mid-stage great martial artist, Jiang Yan, a peak martial artist, Li Qingyuan, a mid-stage martial artist, Chocolate, an early-stage martial artist, and Feng Shui, an early-stage martial artist, almost everyone had injuries.

All the magicians on the airship have exhausted their magic power.

Zhao Mingyuan, who was at the peak of martial arts, and Li Yingjie, who was at the early stages of novice martial arts, both looked extremely pale.

"Vice Captain Jiang, is the airship's main gun ready to charge?"

There was no trace of blood on Zhao Linger's pretty face, but even so, her voice remained steady and calm.

"Report to Lord Zhao, the main gun has been fully charged and can be used at any time. However..."

Jiang Jinlin looked grim, but he still said, "However, the airship's energy reserves are insufficient."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Linger looked up and glanced at the airship shield that was so thin that only a thin layer was left, as if it could be penetrated with just a poke.

She frowned and asked, "How long can this last?"

"The airship's shield can last for another three minutes, and the main gun can fire once more."

Jiang Jinlin's voice was low, and it became as thin as a mosquito when he spoke later.

But who are the people present? The worst cultivator is also a second-level warrior.

With their strength, they can even feel the vibration of the air when a mosquito flies by, not to mention the sound.

So as soon as he finished speaking, the battlefield fell into deathly silence.

Everyone looked at Zhao Linger and Jiang Jinlin.

Zhao Linger had a blank expression on her face. She looked around, taking in everyone's expressions.

There is expectation, arrogance, numbness, anger, helplessness, but more of it is despair.

Zhao Linger opened her red lips and spoke slowly and firmly, "Start the airship's self-destruction program, aim the main gun at the airship's weapons depot, and fire in three minutes."

Jiang Jinlin stood at attention and hit his chest hard with his right fist, making a dull 'bang' sound.

He answered loudly, "Yes."

No one was willing to refute Zhao Linger. They believed that the sea of ​​skeletons could not be completely killed and could be exhausted to death.

Rather than dying at the hands of a group of mindless skeletons, it would be better to disappear into thin air along with the airship.

Li Yingjie struggled to stand up straight and said angrily: "I will charge in for a while and kill a few more before I die to make up for my loss."

"Haha, that's exactly what I want to say," Zhao Mingyuan of the Zhao family also straightened up and said loudly, "I'm going to die anyway, so I might as well die in a blaze of glory before I die. Fuck him."

Everyone stood up, their eyes filled with crazy murderous intent.

"kill"

"kill"

At the last moment, no one gave in, but of course there was no point in giving in.

At this moment, no matter which camp they belonged to, no matter their birth was noble or humble, no matter they were fighters or magicians, no matter their talents were excellent or ordinary, they were just comrades fighting side by side.

Soon, only Yun Yi and Zhao Linger were left on the airship deck.

Yun Yi’s face was pale as he stared at the thin figure in front of him that looked a little lonely.

He took a deep breath and his eyes gradually became firm.

“Ling… Ling’er,” Yun Yi’s voice was a little trembling and hoarse, “I’m sorry, I…”

Zhao Linger didn't turn around, her voice remained cold.

"Mage Yun Yi, I've already said it, you didn't do anything wrong, and you didn't let me down. I was just being sentimental, you..."

"I like you. I always have."

Yun Yi mustered up his courage, closed his eyes, and suddenly spoke loudly to interrupt Zhao Linger.

"Wha...what?"

Zhao Linger was obviously stunned for a moment.

Her shoulders were trembling, and even her usually steady voice had a tremor.

"What did you just...just say?"

"I said I like you," Yun Yi felt that he was not so nervous anymore, "I fell in love with you from the first moment I saw you when I entered the academy."

"Then you, then you, why...why..."

Zhao Linger still didn't turn around, and her voice sounded both happy and resentful.

"Why are you leaving the academy?"

"Haha," Yun Yi laughed self-deprecatingly, "Do you think I can marry you given my status?"

"You are of noble birth, just like the bright moon in the sky, so holy and distant. And I am just the fourth prince of a small vassal state without the right of inheritance."

Zhao Linger suddenly turned around and stared at him with tears in her eyes.

"I can abandon everything in my family, I can..."

Yun Yi shook his head, with tears in his eyes as well.

"I don't like you falling out with your family because of me."

He stopped Zhao Linger from speaking, "I can't bring disaster to the kingdom because of myself. The Zhao family is too powerful, and Xueyan Kingdom can't bear the Zhao family's anger."

"But I didn't expect that my departure would bring so much pain to you and myself."

Yun Yi was so emotional that tears finally flowed out.

"For three years, I have been thinking about you all the time, and suffering from the torment of missing you every day."

"I practiced desperately, practicing like crazy."

"I don't like power struggles, but I still founded the Hongyu Chamber of Commerce, and still contacted the powerful and accumulated connections. I need status, I need strength, and I need to become the king of Xueyan Country."

Zhao Linger bit her lips tightly, her eyes were red, and tears rolled down the corners of her eyes.

She had never seen Yun Yi so sad, painful and helpless before.

Zhao Linger just felt that her heart was broken.

Yun Yi was still immersed in excitement. "I am unwilling to give up. I hope that one day, I can stand in front of the Zhao family and tell you openly that I like you and want to marry you."

"I want everyone in the world to know that you, Zhao Linger, are my, Yun Yi's, woman."

He said all this in one breath and let out a long breath, as if he wanted to let out all the depression in his heart.

Yun Yi didn't dare to look up at Zhao Linger. He waited for a long time but there was no response from her.

He took a deep breath and spoke again, "We are about to die, and I don't want to have any regrets."

"Ling'er, will you be my girlfriend?"

Even though he was extremely panicked, Yun Yi still mustered up the courage to look up at Zhao Linger.