Chapter 2416 Non-Toxic and Not Husband

"Small tricks!"

Although he broke out in a cold sweat, facing the countless cultivators 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……"

Just like at the beginning, Liu Lang's body was blasted into blood mist by Duanmu Youyin's palm, but behind Liu Lang, Yu Wenzhuo, Yin, Big Fat Rabbit, and Xiaoye were still smiling.

Duanmu Youyin turned around suddenly, and found that Liu Lang was standing behind him alive, with the Heavenly Step Immortal Sword on his neck.

Duanmu Youyin retreated subconsciously, Liu Lang swung his sword forward, Duanmu Youyin brushed the sword past, and shook the ground-level fairy sword with his palm, snatched the ground-level fairy sword, but the ground-level fairy sword slowly shattered, and Liu Lang's body also fell apart. Slowly crumbling.

Duanmu Youyin raised his head, and the surroundings were once again dark.

"how so?"

This situation was so familiar that Duanmu Youyin's body trembled involuntarily.

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

"Broken!"

However, it is too good to be a golden fairy. If he just admits defeat, Duanmu Youyin will not be able to be the high priest of the Duanmu tribe.

After stabilizing his mind, Duanmu Youyin blasted his surroundings again. He believed that no matter how powerful the illusion is, there is a limit. As long as his attack exceeds this limit, he can naturally return to reality.

After another quarter of an hour, the surrounding darkness shattered like a mirror.

Duanmu Youyin saw Liu Lang again, saw Yin, saw Yu Wenzhuo, and saw the million cultivators of Duanmu Tribe and Yuwen Tribe. not real.

Therefore, he was not as eager to attack Liu Lang as before.

It's just that he didn't attack Liu Lang, but Liu Lang took the initiative to attack him, grabbing the ground-level fairy sword, Liu Lang jumped up, Duanmu Youyin subconsciously flashed aside, Liu Lang's figure brushed past him, and then In the air, it exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

"I didn't do anything either!"

Duanmu Youyin's face suddenly darkened. Looking back, as expected, Liu Lang was standing behind him, and the long sword was placed around his neck as usual.

"Illusions are all illusions!"

This time, Duanmu Youyin didn't dodge or dodge, and passed towards the immortal sword of the ground step.

However, the next moment, his neck was bleeding.

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

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

The cheers of the cultivators from the Yuwen Tribe and the shouts from the cultivators from the Duanmu Tribe reached Duanmu Youyin's ears.

However, Duanmu Youyin did not believe this was true.

"Illusion, it's still an illusion. I can't be injured." Duanmu Youyin held his neck, but the blood still couldn't stop flowing down. The Golden Immortal cultivator's physical body is almost mature, and even if he is injured, the wound can heal quickly.

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

However, he didn't know that Liu Lang's ground-level fairy sword was not a real ground-level fairy weapon, but a genuine holy weapon. Let alone a golden immortal cultivator, even if a Tianzun power was cut, it would never recover possible.

"Your High Priest has gone mad."

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

The faces of the dozen or so elders of the Duanmu tribe were ashen.

They were not in the phantom formation, and everything that happened on the field was clearly seen. From the very beginning, the high priest Duanmu Youyin fell into talking to himself, and after finishing speaking, he attacked indiscriminately.

No matter how they shouted, there was no response.

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

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

Many cultivators with low cultivation bases and shallow knowledge didn't even know what happened.

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

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

"Give him a ride!" Liu Lang pushed back and gave Yin the time.

In fact, he said that Duanmu Youyin was crazy, and he was not aimless. The reason why Duanmu Youyin in Golden Wonderland fell into the illusion and couldn't extricate himself was not just because of the power of Liu Lang's illusion.

While setting up the phantom array, Liu Lang was also attacking Duanmu Youyin's sea of ​​consciousness.

Practitioners in Chengtian Continent are stronger than physical bodies, and almost all of them are body cultivators. Unless they are special alchemists, the sea of ​​consciousness is relatively fragile. Liu Lang suppressed Duanmu Youyin with mental power, and the difficulty big.

After all, Liu Lang is a great immortal of the three lines of refining qi, refining body, and refining gods.

Yin thought that Liu Lang would win, but he didn't expect that Liu Lang would win so easily and naturally. Duanmu Youyin, who had been hit by a sword, obviously lost the power to resist. Even if he was only in the realm of a great fairy, he was enough to kill Duanmu Youyin. Even if he didn't do anything, Duanmu Youyin would not be able to survive.

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

Walking up to Duanmu Youyin step by step, Yin raised his palm high, and the immortal power condensed with the Divine Light Art was as strong as the peak of an ordinary great immortal. root cause.

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

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

Yin's movements came to a standstill.

These 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 just now, he wished Duanmu Youyin would die immediately, but when it was his turn to do it, Yin still hesitated.

Yin couldn't help looking at Liu Lang.

It means that Duanmu Youyin can be given a way out.

"A small amount is not a gentleman, not a poison, not a husband." Liu Lang shook his head, looked at Yin and said.

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

Thinking of this, Yin's palm dropped suddenly.

"Pfft..." Duanmu Youyin, who was injured by the holy weapon and lost 90% of his defensive power, burst into brains instantly.

Seeing the death of the high priest, several elders of the Duanmu Tribe collapsed to the ground.

"From today onwards, Yin is the high priest of the Duanmu Tribe, do you have any objections?"

In fact, the life and death of Duanmu Youyin is not important, but in order to support Yin to the position, Duanmu Youyin must die, and he must die among Yin, Liu Lang glanced at the high-level members of the Duanmu tribe and asked coldly.

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