The Heaven’s Jailer

"Small bugs!"

Even though he was in a cold sweat, facing the countless repairers of the Duanmu tribe, Duanmu Youyin, as the high priest, still had to maintain his image. After a cold snort, Duanmu Youyin rushed towards Liu Lang again.

"boom……"

As at the beginning, Liu Lang's body was blasted into blood mist by Duanmu Youyin's palm, but Yu Wenzhuo, Yin, Big Fat Rabbit, and Xiao Ye behind Liu Lang still smiled.

Duanmu Youyin turned his head suddenly and found that Liu Lang was standing behind him alive, and the Immortal Sword of the Earth Stage had been put on his neck.

Duanmu Youyin stepped back subconsciously, Liu Lang swung his sword up, and Duanmu Youyin wiped the sword past, shaking the ground-level fairy sword with a palm, and grabbing the ground-level fairy sword, but the ground-level fairy sword slowly shattered, and Liu Lang's body also Slowly collapsed.

Duanmu Youyin looked up, and there was darkness all around.

"How could this be?"

The situation was so familiar, Duanmu Youyin's body trembled involuntarily.

He thought that the illusion had been broken, but the reality was still in the illusion. Everything that he saw just now, Liu Lang, Yin, Yuwenzhuo, Ono, Big Fat Rabbit, and the millions of practitioners in the Duanmu tribe were all fake.

"Battered!"

However, it is too good to be a golden immortal. If you just admit defeat, Duanmu Youyin will not be the high priest of the Duanmu tribe.

Stabilizing his mind, Duanmu Youyin once again blasted his surroundings. He believed that no matter how powerful the illusion, there are limits, as long as his attack exceeds this limit, he can naturally return to reality.

It was another quarter of an hour, and the darkness around was shattered like a mirror.

Duanmu Youyin once again saw Liu Lang, Yin, Yuwenzhuo, and millions of repairmen from the Duanmu tribe and Yuwen tribe. However, with the previous experience and lessons, Duanmu Youyin was still unable to determine what all this was. not true.

Therefore, he did not rush to attack Liu Lang as much as before.

However, he did not attack Liu Lang, but Liu Lang took the initiative to attack him, grabbing the immortal sword, Liu Lang jumped up, Duanmu Youyin subconsciously flashed next to him, Liu Lang's figure passed him, and then In the air, it exploded into a cloud of blood.

"I didn't do it either!"

Duanmu's printed face suddenly turned black. Looking back, Liu Lang was standing behind him as expected, and the long sword was placed on his neck as always.

"Illusions, all illusions!"

This time, Duanmu Youyin did not dodge, and passed by facing the Divine Sword.

However, the next moment, his neck was bleeding.

"Who told you this is an illusion." Looking at the fallen Duanmu Youyin, Liu Lang sighed and muttered to himself.

With Liu Lang's voice, everything returned to reality.

The cheers of the cultivators of the Yuwen tribe and the screams of the cultivators of the Duanmu tribe all passed into Duanmu's printed ears.

However, Duanmu Youyin does not believe this is true.

"Illusion, or illusion, I can't get hurt." Duanmu Youyin covered his neck, but the blood still couldn't stop flowing down, the golden immortal cultivator's body is nearly complete, even if he is injured, the wound can heal itself quickly.

This is the only basis for Duanmu Youyin to judge the illusion.

However, he didn't know that Liu Lang's celestial sword was not a real celestial weapon, but a real holy weapon, let alone a golden cultivator, even if the **** of heaven was cut through a hole, it would never be recovered. may.

"Your high priest is crazy."

Liu Lang looked at the elders of the Duanmu tribe, spread his hands, and said helplessly.

The dozen or so elders of the Duanmu tribe were ashamed.

They were not in the phantom array, and everything that happened on the field was clearly visible. From the beginning, the high priest Duanmu Youyin fell into self-talking, and after speaking, he attacked indiscriminately.

No matter how they shout, there is no response.

They wanted to go up and wake up Duanmu Youyin, but Yuwenzhuo and Yin kept staring at them. They didn't dare to make the slightest movement, they could only shout, but their voices became dumb, and it didn't help.

Until the end, Liu Lang, who had been watching the show with his shoulders on his shoulders, walked up and took the sword in his hand to stab Duanmu with a seal, but Duanmu with a seal did not dodge or dodge, but went up with the sword. At that moment, Both the elders of the Duanmu tribe or the ordinary cultivators of the Duanmu tribe realized that everything was over.

Many cultivators with a low level of cultivation and shallow knowledge do not even know what is happening.

In their view, as Liu Lang said, Duanmu Youyin is crazy.

The wound was bleeding steadily, but he said that he could not be injured. Could he be a person of sound intelligence?

"Send him a ride!" Liu Lang pushed back, giving Yin time.

In fact, he said that Duanmu Youyin was crazy, and it was not without a target. The reason why Duanmu Youyin of Golden Wonderland fell into the illusion formation and was unable to extricate himself from it was not just the magic formation laid down by Liu Lang.

While laying down the magical array, Liu Lang was also attacking the sea of ​​knowledge in Duanmu Youyin.

Cultivators in Chengtian Continent are stronger than physical ones. Almost all practitioners are body refiners. Unless they are special skill refiners who practice gods, their knowledge of the sea is relatively fragile. Liu Lang uses his spiritual power to suppress Duanmu Youyin, which is not difficult. Big.

After all, Liu Lang is a great immortal of the three elements of refining Qi, refining body, and refining God.

Yin thought that Liu Lang would win, but he did not expect that Liu Lang would win so easily and naturally. After a sword, Duanmu Youyin obviously lost the power to resist. Even if he was only in the realm of great immortals, it was enough to kill Duanmu Youyin. Even if he doesn't use his hands, Duanmu Youyin can hardly survive.

Yin clearly saw the wound on Duanmu Youyin's neck, which tended to expand.

Step by step to Duanmu Youyin, Yin raised his palm high, and the immortal power condensed by the Divine Light Technique, the strength is comparable to the general peak of the immortal. This is also a dozen elders of the Duanmu tribe, unable to defeat Yin. root cause.

"Yin, what are you doing? I'm your uncle!"

Duanmu Youyin raised his head, looked at Yin, and shouted loudly.

Yin's movements stopped at once.

Over the years, he has been depressed in the Duanmu tribe, but in all fairness, Duanmu Youyin has no intention of killing him. Although, when Liu Lang asked him a moment ago, he wished that Duanmu Youyin would die immediately, but Yin still hesitated when it was really his turn to start.

Yin couldn't help looking at Liu Lang.

It means whether you can put Duanmu Youyin to make a living.

"A small amount is not a gentleman, non-toxic and not a husband." Liu Lang shook his head, looking at Yin and said.

Yin's heart trembled. In these troubled times, kindness is often the biggest obstacle to success.

Thinking of this, Yin's palm fell suddenly.

"Puff..." Duanmu Youyin, who was wounded by the sacred weapon and lost 90% of his defense, instantly burst his brains.

Seeing the death of the high priest, several great immortal elders in the Duanmu tribe collapsed to the ground.

"From today, Yin is the high priest of the Duanmu tribe. Do you have any objections?"

In fact, Duanmu Youyin's life and death is not important, but to support the upper ranks of Duanmu Youyin, you must die, and you must die in Yin. Liu Lang glanced at the high-level members of the Duanmu tribe and asked in a cold voice.