After I was reborn, I became the beautiful, strong and miserable master of the male protagonist

The golden palace collapsed, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Looking at the golden sand that suddenly fell on his shoulders, Jing Hai couldn't help but turn pale with shock.

This place is the main hall of the evil Buddha's cultivation. After thousands of years, it is still indestructible and invulnerable to wind and rain.

But why there is such a strange movement today? Could it be that something happened between Jiang Yufeng and Jiaxiu, which actually shakes this standing golden palace?

He hastily wrapped the Buddhist beads around his wrist, and was about to reach out and drag Song Bihui out of the hall to stay away from this dangerous place.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he lowered his body, Song Bihui looked at him with serious eyes, and blood dripped from the corner of his lips.

Jing Hai's eyes widened involuntarily, and he couldn't recover for a moment.

He watched in surprise as the person in front of him suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, and then slowly raised his hand to wipe away some of the blood stains on his lips.

This man broke the charm of the Zhesui Xianjun! ?But doesn't he still have spiritual power?

Jing Hai stared at him blankly, seeing Song Bihui sway unconsciously, and then slowly got up.

He just felt that at this moment, the dangerous aura exuding from this person suddenly made him a little strange and startled.

The sound of cracking and roaring came like a tidal wave, and the low and hoarse chanting sound seemed to be swept away by the wind along with the fine sand.

The dazzling Buddha light on the top of the hall seemed to be burning his pupils continuously.

Under such light, there is piercing darkness and coldness.

Jiang Yufeng felt that his overdrawn spiritual power was continuously pushing away the cold light of the approaching blade and Jiaxiu's pressing fingertips.

He seemed to be at the junction of light and darkness, and at some point, the inner alchemy would be completely shattered.

At that moment, the darkness would mercilessly pull him into the endless abyss.

Is there really an insurmountable gap between humans and gods...

He is not reconciled...

Jiang Yufeng closed his eyes, only to feel that there seemed to be a little bit of dark lines and blood in front of his eyes, and the scope was getting bigger and bigger, and it was getting deeper and deeper.

How long can it last?

There seemed to be an ethereal voice asking in his head, but his eyes couldn't help but converge on Jiaxiu's neck again.

Cut it off, or die...

"Give me... the fairy bone." He heard Jiaxiu's void sound like metal scraping repeatedly in his ear.

"There is no such thing!" Jiang Yufeng squeezed out the four characters almost from his teeth, and the heavy Sanskrit sound seemed to be flowing in the hall.

Even if he had it, this man would never have imagined it.

Under the restraint of mana from several parties, the whole hall was buzzing and trembling, and the building was on the verge of falling.

He didn't understand Jiaxiu's obsession with the so-called "fairy bone".

Besides, he is not a fairy in the first place, so where did he get this thing?

What purpose does this person have?

There seemed to be something churning and shaking in the heart cavity, Jiaxiu seemed to have no patience to spend with him anymore, Jiang Yufeng only felt a heavy "click" sound like a hallucination.

For a moment, he felt as if he had been hit by a sap, and his mind went blank for a moment.

He saw that the wound on Jiaxiu's severed arm was closing rapidly.

If this opportunity makes him succeed, then the ending is already predictable.

Is it really going to be a mess this time?

Jiang Yufeng's heart sank slowly, and the dark wind swept over his broken hair and his exquisite autumn water-like eyes, but it failed to make the slightest ripple.

The golden magic circle rose almost suddenly in mid-air, immediately surrounding Jiang Yufeng and Jiaxiu.

If that's the case, it's just... burning your life.

He lowered his eyes and watched the huge palms around his waist covered with runes suddenly turn into golden sand and fall in the magic circle.

The phoenix bracelet on the white and slender wrist seemed to be unable to withstand such a surge of spiritual power for a while, and it vibrated and buzzed for a while.

Although the hope is slim, but at this moment he is in charge.

Wind blades roared from his side.

Jiang Yufeng seemed to weigh ten thousand catties on his body, crushing his bones tightly.

But under the light, his gaze like a jade carving is still cold and indifferent, only the trembling eyelashes can vaguely see that he is already on the verge of collapse.

He slowly raised his hand, the blue veins on his arm were bulging, but for some reason, his hand, as if soaked by the moonlight, was extraordinarily fragile and sexy, as if it could be easily broken.

But these slender hands, when clenched tightly, seemed to make the world on the verge of collapsing in an instant.

"So, it's you..." After all, Jiaxiu's remaining broken arm was slowly attached.

With its furious eyes wide open, it immediately reached out and pulled the sledgehammer on its side to swing towards the center of the formation where Jiang Yufeng was.

"Give me back my Buddha bones..." His thunderous voice echoed in the hall.

It shattered all the glass vessels as if they were entities.

The flowing flames tore apart the entire sky and time and space, and Jiaxiu's face was ferocious, like a Buddha or a ghost, killing endlessly.

He is an evil Buddha from hell, in charge of killing evil, and death in karmic fire is purification and salvation.

As the earth trembled and the mountains shook, thousands of people fled around with sly smiles. The heavy and solemn drum beating had changed its tone, and it was like a life-threatening game over and over again, helping the game of life and death.

The scene in front of him was already chaotic, and for a while, it seemed as if mud and sand were falling, and the dark tide poured in.

Overshadow the sun...

The Dreamwalking Pagoda was shaking violently.

Qiao He and Zhong Yaoye were almost shocked. They managed to stabilize their bodies, but they saw that the talisman in the magic circle was suddenly torn to pieces by external force.

Zhong Yaoye thought that the power of the enchantment had suddenly surged, but he didn't expect that the copper bells on the Mengxing Pagoda were shaking like lifeless, and then exploded one by one.

The barrier was even pushed away a few meters, and the whole tower seemed to be a sphere filled with spiritual power. If it continued like this, it would soon be burst.

Qiao He frowned and quickly spread out the gentle spiritual power again, trying his best to suppress the barrier.

In the golden palace, the wind blade cut straight through the air and the continuous flow of karmic fire, cutting towards Nagaxiu's limbs and neck.

Jiang Yufeng felt that the spiritual power in his body was like a flood that had collapsed a dam, broke through all obstacles, and rushed out unscrupulously.

But every passing second is just a countdown to his life.

Is this a dream, or is it real?

It suddenly occurred to him.

Maybe this is a nightmare that never wakes up.

A few hours ago, did he expect the current situation?If he really died here...

Suddenly, he really wanted to see that person's calm eyes like the deep sea again, but it was very contradictory, but he was so afraid of seeing this person at this moment.

The smell of blood filled the hall, and he felt as if a knife was scratching his flesh and bones all over his body, both his body and his soul were being torn fiercely.

He didn't know who Jiaxiu was talking about himself, what kind of Buddha bones, fairy bones, he just felt that at this moment, everything seemed unimportant.

Dream walks are no longer dream walks.

This Jiaxiu is the best proof, this thing has escaped from the dream, real and terrifying.

How could the ancient Buddha thousands of years ago appear here?

Even in Song Bihui's dream, such a scene would never happen.

Jiang Yufeng knew that they were all at the end of their battles, and they were just waiting for who would lose first.

He closed his extremely sore eyes, and a trance feeling came over his mind.

The shrill thousands of ghost cries went straight into his ears, the sky and the earth sank like a catharsis, and the sound of mourning seemed to hit his soul.

excruciating pain...

Just when his clenched hands were about to loosen, he felt a sudden sound of breaking wind behind him, and an extremely familiar spiritual power instantly cut off the strong pressure on his body.

Jiang Yufeng immediately vomited a mouthful of blood, raised his eyes, and suddenly saw a golden feathered arrow piercing Jiaxiu's forehead.

Jiaxiu stared at him with disbelieving eyes.

He was dazed and powerless to look back, but saw Song Bihui's clothes fluttering, but the golden bow in his hand was fully drawn.

Jiaxiu's roaring voice rang in front of him, but Jiang Yufeng seemed to feel that all five senses had disappeared.

Under the blank world, he is also blank.

When he stared at the man looking at himself, he suppressed his panicked eyes, and then suddenly fell from the sky with satisfaction.

Consciousness is a bird with a broken wing.

He is also...