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Eight hundred and thirteenth chapter Murong Lingyue shot

Zhuo Jiaqi's expression was cold, like an extremely emotional movie. Her golden pupils were filled with a biting chill, and her eyes were sliding, looking at the person who came strangely.!

At this moment, the person who came suddenly turned pale and he subconsciously took a few steps back.

puff!

The true energy was like a sword, instantly pierced through the person's body and exploded immediately.

Pang!

The visitor turned into a blood mist, floating in the air, leaving only a round golden elixir, which was grabbed by Zhuo Jiaqi, and threw it into his mouth without thinking, chewed it and swallowed it.

With a flash of figure, Zhuo Jiaqi landed on the Murong family's fairy mountain like a ghost, which immediately attracted the attention of many people.

"Who are you?" asked vigilantly in front of him.

"Where is Zhang Xueyun?" Zhuo Jiaqi's words were still cold.

"Who is Zhang Xueyun? This is the Murong family's Immortal Palace! Leaving!" the man said angrily.

Zhuo Jiaqi punched him directly, and the future man turned into a blood mist, and he chewed the golden elixir and swallowed it again.

This scene made all the children of the Murong family around him turn pale and he couldn't help but take several steps back.

The golden elixir of a cultivator is the most powerful thing. Even the strongest person of a dry land true immortal will definitely not be able to destroy the golden elixir, let alone chew it so directly.

Zhuo Jiaqi immediately frightened everyone around him, especially when the strong men of the Murong family were not around.

"escape!"

"Go and find Murong Lingyue!"

"Contain this monster!"

………

The Murong family encountered an unprecedented crisis, and everyone was in a mess. They were high-ranking Jindan cultivators, but at this moment, they seemed at a loss in front of this unknown green monster.

Zhuo Jiaqi chewed the golden elixir and felt a steady stream of energy spreading out in his body. This feeling was addictive. He knew that there would be bad results, but he still couldn't control himself.

Taking a deep breath, Zhuo Jiaqi greedily sucked the spiritual energy of the Murong Family Fairy Mountain, feeling that every cell in his body was singing happily, and a kind of enjoyment from the soul was constantly eroding Zhuo Jiaqi's heart.

kill!

Zhuo Jiaqi's eyes were not at all kind. Those so-called powerful golden elixir cultivators were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered in front of Zhuo Jiaqi. They had no power to fight back except screaming.

A sharp true energy suddenly flew out and hit Zhuo Jiaqi on the forehead, but the latter just shook his head and still chased towards the person in front of him.

A palm, just a palm, a late-stage cultivator of the Golden Pill stage turned into a pile of rotten meat. The Golden Pill was once again held in Zhuo Jiaqi and put it in his hand and chewed it. A terrifying aura filled the entire Murong family. Murong Yue rushed in at this moment. Seeing the scene in front of him, he was so scared that he trembled all over. Zhuo Jiaqi's strength had made him imagine, but he understood even more that the latter had lost his mind at this moment and had completely become a killing opportunity.

Tool.

"What to do? What to do?" Murong Yue's heartbeat, her palms were already wet with cold sweat. She stared at the terrifying killing scene in front of her, and felt uneasy.

Rescue the person first!

Murong Yue suddenly narrowed her eyes and saw Murong Lingyuefei's figure who dared to come. She turned her steps and immediately went to find Zhang Xueyun's whereabouts.

At this moment, Zhuo Jiaqi's eyes were red. She had lost her mind, but she could still remember a name in her mind: Zhang Xueyun!

"Where is Zhang Xueyun?" Zhuo Jiaqi asked, but she couldn't wait for the person who was caught to answer, and directly resulted in the latter's life, ate his golden elixir, and then rushed towards the next one.

"Stop!" Murong Lingyue shouted loudly, and her powerful aura was released from her body, and she instantly slashed out with a sword.

Yingyue Seven Star Sword!

The first sword comes out!

Scream!

The powerful sword blade cut through the air, and with an indomitable fierce aura, it slashed towards Zhuo Jiaqi head-on, and then went downward, cutting Zhuo Jiaqi's chest obsessed.

puff!

Green blood soared into the sky, and Zhuo Jiaqi fell in a pool of blood in an instant.

"Success?" Murong Lingyue swallowed with fear. The moment she saw Zhuo Jiaqi, she felt a sense of distress and did not dare to neglect anything. Once she took action, she was her strongest magical power.

After succeeding with one sword, Murong Lingyue didn't even believe herself.

"Green blood, what exactly is this?" Murong Lingyue frowned and approached carefully.

When Murong Lingyue was about to arrive next to Zhuo Jiaqi, Zhuo Jiaqi's body was wriggling strangely, standing up like a zombie. Her injuries were recovering from a visible degree of naked eyes, constantly improving her body.

Suddenly, Zhuo Jiaqi became taller, the color of her skin also turned dark green, and the fierce light of her pupils burst out.

Pang!

Zhuo Jiaqi pressed down, his feet and knees bent slightly, and his body became a bow. In an instant, he suddenly rose up and appeared in front of Murong Lingyue like lightning, and directly hit him with a punch.

"Not good!" Murong Lingyue's face changed, and in a flash, the second sword of Yingyue's Seven Star Sword was immediately cut out.

The true energy of the sword blade was entangled with Zhuo Jiaqi's palm, and a harsh metal friction sound was made.

In the end, Zhuo Jiaqi's strength was still slightly inferior. He was swept by the huge sword blade true energy and the huge sword blade directly bombarded her body, hitting her whole body backwards, passing a deep gully on the ground, and smashing a cultivator's house with a sound.

The house collapsed and rubble buried Zhuo Jiaqi in it.

Murong Lingyue stared at the place where Zhuo Jiaqi fell, and gasped heavily. That moment was the moment when she felt that she was closest to death. As long as she drifted a little slower than the sword, she would definitely be the one who died now.

"Is this monster really dead?" Murong Lingyue asked herself in her heart, but she no longer dared to get closer, but observed from a distance.

At the same time, the other cultivators of the Murong family also took the opportunity to retreat to the distance, stood in the air, and observed the situation at the scene from afar. Seeing Murong Lingyue knocking Zhuo Jiaqi away, they immediately gave loud cheers.

"Murrong Lingyue!"

"Murrong Lingyue!"

………

The cheers were cheering but they did not bring Murong Lingyue a trace of pleasure. She had already felt that Zhuo Jiaqi in the ruins was about to recover, and the spiritual energy of the world around him was gathering towards the latter's body with a visible degree of naked eyes.

"What kind of monster is it?" Murong Lingyue gritted her teeth and her heart was dominated by anxiety. At this time, she was the only one of the dryland real immortals left in the Murong family's immortal palace.

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