The white light that emerged from the gourd flashed by like a white liberty. Seeing Lu Ya's scene, he wanted to defeat him with one blow and kill the Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit with one move, and was not ready to hold back. It turned out that while Lu Ya sacrificed the immortal-killing gourd, he had already seen a large number of Qingping Cave Heaven's disciples snatched out of the guardian formation that became swaying after being attacked by the Demon Master Palace. They all looked desperate, preparing to snatch their senior sister Turtle Spirit back.

Since the method of luring the snake out of the hole has worked, it doesn't matter whether the turtle spirit is dead or alive. So Lu Ya directly chose to take a ruthless move, intending to destroy the reincarnated and re-cultivated Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit with one move.

The sword light followed like a shadow and left quickly. In Lu Ya's view, the turtle spirit, whose soul had been fixed by his gourd, was already fish on the chopping board, and was slaughtered by his immortal-killing flying knife. Who knew that the next scene was beyond his expectations, which made him take a breath of air from the heart.

It turned out that although this turtle spirit was not careful, the other party was stationary to the soul. No one expected that relying on the accumulation of the previous life, the turtle spirit would actually rely on the black turtle shell of his previous life to cut out his good corpse and cultivate to the initial level of the quasi-saint.

Although the soul was fixed by the other party, the clone could move. The eight-sealed fairy clothes on the turtle spirit suddenly shone brightly. In the light, a huge black turtle raised its head and used its uneven white turtle shell to resist the attack of the immortal-killing flying knife, firmly protecting its deity.

Before Lu Ya could activate the immortal-killing flying knife again, a huge golden bucket-shaped object emitting boundless mysterious and yellow aura descended from the sky and shot a yellow light towards Lu Ya in the air.

No, it was the Hunyuan Jin Dou in Yunxiao among the Three Skyscrapers. No, Lu Ya saw that the opponent's reinforcements arrived and released this world-famous killing weapon. He had to sigh in his heart and put away the immortal-killing gourd. His figure turned into a fire and turned into a rainbow. He relied on his fast flight escape method to avoid the opponent's Hunyuan Jin Dou's attack. He stood up and returned to Nuwa.

"Dear junior sisters, this is my personal grudge of the Turtle Spirit. Nuwa was the immortal saint. I don't want to implicate everyone. Please return to the cave world quickly with the protection of the protective array. Why can't Nuwa be patient? I have decided. Today, either she dies or I die. I can't watch the ancestor's soul disappear into her hands, life and death success or failure. In this way, the master's kindness is heavy. I can only repay you in the next life. Junior sisters and junior brothers. Return to the cave world quickly. This is the order, and you can't disobey..."

Turtle Spirit has recovered its own freedom. He looked at the junior brothers and sisters who were rushing to death with tears in his eyes. After looking at Qingping Cave Heaven with infinite nostalgia, he turned his head resolutely, rushed towards Nuwa with anger, and rushed towards Nuwa with a sword. At the same time, he activated all the cultivation skills in his body, and used the secret method of heaven and earth to sacrifice one's body. He burned his own vitality and merit power, and turned his whole body into a huge one.

The fire candle poured all its skills into his natal sword weapon. The Ice Soul Divine Light Sword had a spirit. At the same time, it made a passionate sword sound, and the entire fairy sword turned into a giant ice and snow dragon about a hundred meters long, brought up the ice sword and frost sword in the sky, sweeping through thousands of cold swords with murderous intent. With a mentality of the wind whistling and the Yishui cold, the hero never returned, he slashed towards Nuwa in the direction of Nuwa.

"Haha, the pearl of rice grains also shines brightly. I dare to show off my cultivation level in front of me. Even if I am no longer a saint, the dignity of this saint is not something you can offend. Get back to me..."

Nuwa was urging the demon-refining pot with all her strength to refine the two spiritual treasures of the Luoshu in the pot and the soul of the black turtle. When the turtle spirit came to kill, she showed a hint of hesitation on her face. In her thoughts, the innate spiritual treasure red hydrangea flew out from the map of mountains, rivers and the country, turned into a huge ball in the air, and greeted the frost dragon transformed into the opponent's fairy sword.

The acquired spiritual treasure-level Ice Soul Divine Light Sword faces the innate spiritual treasure-level Red Hydrangea, and the turtle spirit is only at the initial level of the quasi-saint level, which is invincible. When the ice dragon hits the red Hydrangea, it melts quickly into an ordinary flying sword shape like snow encounters fire.

The Ice Soul Divine Light Sword in the form of flying sword only lasted for a moment, and was hit by the red hydrangea. The entire sword weapon was broken like an ice crystal, and the broken sword body was splattered everywhere. The red hydrangea smashed the opponent's natal sword weapon and couldn't stop. He rushed forward and hit the turtle spirit who was severely injured because the natal sword weapon was broken and was squirting blood.

The turtle spirit, which had already suffered heavy damage, was smashed hard by the opponent, and was swallowed back into the stomach with a mouthful of blood. The magic power that was already ready to move in the body was scattered. After the turtle spirit was extremely angry and severely injured, its mind finally lost. Under this blow, the whole person had already entered the brink of being intoxicated. If no one helped, he would be afraid that if no one needed to do it, he would end up scattering and dying.

A pair of powerful force supported the shoulders of Turtle Spirit. A fat man's six-turn golden elixir given by him was stuffed into the mouth of the Holy Mother of Turtle Spirit without hesitation. After the Turtle Spirit who was already dying was helped by this spiritual medicine, he felt a cold stream flowing through her whole body like water, quickly suppressing the storm of magic power that had gone wild in his body, and began to recover the damage in various parts of her body quickly.

"The affairs of senior sister are ours. I, Jie Sect disciples, share life and death, and are united with honor and disgrace. I have never abandoned my fellow disciples and brothers, and I am alone in keeping with them. Even if the demon clan is powerful, we are all people who have died once. At worst, we can die again. Senior sister, please rest and recover from the injuries. I will do other things for you. Dear junior sisters, the dignity of the master is not to be humiliated. So what if the demon clan is powerful? I will fight for them. There is a witch clan here. As long as we destroy this treasure of Nuwa and make her unable to create a powerful formation, this demon clan will not escape death sooner or later. We will fight for them by the disciples of Jie Sect who are fearless of death..."

Zhao Gongming gently sent the turtle spirit to a junior sister who had only the cultivation level of a celestial immortal, waved her hand and asked the other party to take the turtle spirit back into the cave heaven behind. After laughing to the sky, he spoke loudly of words of hatred against the enemy and fighting against foreign humiliation.

Various sword lights soared into the sky, and many disciples including the Sanxiao Jinling shouted loudly: "Life is the Jie Cult, die is the Jie Cult ghost, we Jie Cult disciples, will not be humiliated externally, and will be united in the world. The Jie Cult disciples who are fearless in death will fight with them..."

At this time, a loud shout came from the northwest direction: "Life is the Jie Cult, die is the Jie Cult ghost, we are the Jie Cult disciples, we will not be humiliated, the Jie Cult disciples who are fearless in death, and the Jie Cult disciples, it is not easy to see all the fellow disciples of the Jie Cult in Zhongnan Mountain. If the master is in trouble, we should die. It is not easy to be willing to fall behind and fight with them..."

After a loud shout, a huge thunder seal came down from the sky with a huge thunder power and rushed towards Nuwa.

At this time, a loud shout sounded in the southeast: "Life is the Jie Cult, die is the Jie Cult ghost, the disciples of Jie Cult, Yun Zhongtian, the Emperor of Dongyue in Taishan, has seen all the brothers and brothers. Qingping is in trouble, how can we ghost cultivators stand by? Everyone will fight with them..."

Before the words were finished, a colorful light soared into the sky. Kong Xuan's cold and arrogant face appeared in front of everyone, but this Kong Wuming's real deity arrived.
Chapter completed!