Just when Li Qingyao was shocked and confused, a cold voice came from afar.

"The proud man from Whirlpool City is indeed quite capable."

When Li Qingyao heard the sound, she turned around and saw a dark man with an animal face flying slowly towards them not far away.

Seeing that figure, Fan Luochen felt bad and quickly turned around and ran.

Li Qingyao, "Why should we run?"

Fan Luochen's answer was also unusually straightforward, "Because I can't beat him."

Li Qingyao looked at Fan Luochen in slight surprise, and her tone was a little more tentative, "But you can even know the Qiankun Formation, which is a famous high-level spiritual formation."

"Still can't beat it."

"...I was the one who offended."

Fan Luochen sighed, "The orc in black clothes is the lord of the southern part of the Grassland of the Undead. There are four lords in the Grassland of the Undead, distributed in the four directions of east, west, north and south. Each lord has at least the strength of the Supreme Realm."

Li Qingyao, "How do you know?"

Fan Luochen's expression remained unchanged, "Read more books."

Li Qingyao was silent for a while and stopped asking questions. He only told me, "Since I can't beat him, if I am hunted down later, you don't have to worry about me. It's more important to save your own life."

Fan Luochen said, "I will protect you."

Li Qingyao:......

But didn’t you say you can’t beat me?

At this time, the black-faced orc behind him was gradually approaching.

"He's catching up!"

When the black-faced orc saw the two people running away, he sneered at the corner of his mouth, and then a burst of black poisonous gas hit Fan Luochen, surrounding the two people.

Fan Luochen had no time to avoid it, and the orc slowly landed in front of the two of them, casting his coveted eyes on Li Qingyao on his back.

"Where did this beautiful girl come from? She came to my undead grassland and suffered such serious injuries. Why don't you let me care for you?"

Looking at his greedy expression, Fan Luochen looked coldly, "Ugly and confident at the same time."

Black-faced Orc:?!

Did I give you face?

"How dare you talk to me like that? Die!" After saying that, he threw a spiritual blade with his bare hands and struck Fan Luochen with murderous intent. Fan Luochen formed seals on the soles of his feet, blocking this fatal blow.

hit.

But it was just barely. Fan Luochen was very aware of the strength gap between himself and the orcs.

He feels that he has infinite power, but he always lacks a key to unlock it.

When the black-faced orc saw that Fan Luochen actually blocked his attack, his originally disdainful expression gradually turned serious. He gathered spirits in his hands and started the second wave of fierce attacks.

Seeing this, Fan Luochen said in a deep voice to Li Qingyao, "Hold me tight."

Li Qingyao was a little hesitant. Holding tight would tie two people's lives together. Letting go might give him a chance to survive.

As if sensing the hesitation in her heart, Fan Luochen then said, "Trust me."

The tone was very calm, but extremely firm.

When he said this, his voice seemed to contain infinite bewitching power, which made Li Qingyao unknowingly put her arms around his neck and gently press her body close to his broad back.

Swords cannot be used in the Grassland of the Dead, but Fan Luochen summoned a golden wheel.

This is the first time Li Qingyao has seen Fan Luochen's magical weapon. Their sword cultivator has all kinds of swords. She once thought that Fan Luochen's sword was so good, and she joined the Qingyun Sect, so the magical weapon must be the same.

A rare and famous sword in the world, until she saw this golden golden wheel suspended in mid-air.

Its flowers are scorching like the sun, making people afraid to look directly at them.

Its expensiveness has exceeded the limits that humans have ever seen.

Looking at the golden wheel suspended in mid-air, like the sun, the black-faced orc felt a majestic domineering force for a moment. He stared at the golden wheel carefully, and subconsciously rejected the ominous premonition that flashed through his heart.

No, this is just a golden wheel that looks bluffing. How could it be a judgment wheel...

The two magic weapons are obviously thousands of miles apart, but their auras are somewhat similar. What's more, the Judgment Wheel is the object of Wuji Immortal Lord, and the man in front of him...

The black-faced orc was just trying to comfort himself, but belatedly realized that Fan Luochen's appearance was truly divine. A little fear arose in his heart for no apparent reason.

It's not impossible.

If the person in front of me is really the Wuji Immortal Lord, then he will die today.

Thinking of this, the black-faced orc gritted his teeth and said harshly, "Although you can try your best to take my first move, you can never take my second move!"

Everyone on the left and right has already been offended, so why not just gamble big.

He bet that the person in front of him was not Wuji Immortal Lord at all and would die under his second move!

So once he took action, he had no reservations.

boom!

The majestic surge of spiritual energy turned into a giant black hand in the sky in front of him. The giant hand was covered with ancient lines, like a palm holding up the sky, exuding tyrannical oppression!

Li Qingyao felt the great pressure above her head, and her heart trembled. Is this the strength of the Supreme Realm?

The golden wheel collided with the giant hand fiercely. After feeling the other's support, the black-faced orc's face flashed with excitement, and he became more and more vicious, "Press me!"

He can't be Wuji Immortal Lord.

That aloof immortal has never been so weak!

The giant black hand fired countless sharp arrows at this moment, one of which pierced Fan Luochen's eyes. Li Qingyao had quick eyes and quick hands, "Be careful!" After saying this, she reached out to cover his eyes at the critical moment, using the remaining

He used his strength to form a spiritual barrier to resist the attack.

However, the spiritual barrier was shattered after a few breaths, Li Qingyao's arm was severely pierced by the sharp blade, and the moment blood bloomed in the air, Fan Luochen heard an extremely forbearing groan.

He was stunned, feeling an unprecedented anger rising in his heart.

At this moment, a strange voice suddenly sounded in his mind, "Do you want him to die?"

Fan Luochen frowned and responded in his heart, "Who are you?"

The man's tone was very calm, like ice and snow, "I am you."

Hearing this answer, Fan Luochen fell into a trance for a moment.

The black-faced orc opposite laughed wildly, proudly and resentfully, "I thought your magic weapon was so powerful, but it was just a showpiece. How dare you challenge me? Boy, I'll give you a chance.

If you are willing to leave this woman to my disposal, then I will spare your life."

Unexpectedly, Fan Luochen did not give him a reply.

The black-faced orc saw that the other party had no mood swings at all, and couldn't help but frowned, "Hey, are you deaf?"

"presumptuous."

When he heard this voice, the black-faced orc was stunned for a moment, then laughed angrily, "What did you say?"

Still provocative, how the hell do you dare?!

Just when the black-faced orc thought he was bragging, a murderous wind suddenly blew across the empty grassland, making his clothes rustle.

Feeling the murderous intent everywhere in the wind, the black-faced orc was instantly frightened, looked around, and finally focused his attention back on Fan Luochen.

But unexpectedly, he discovered that his eyes had changed.
Chapter completed!