“…”
"Look, there's another person over there!"
“…”
Suddenly, someone interrupted his thoughts and pointed to a bright light in the hall.
I saw a figure slowly walking out, holding in his hand the fully unfolded divine feather.
"The Divine Feather is in his hand! It's fully unfolded, which means he's used it before. How could he not use the Divine Feather?"
A high-ranking cultivator from another race said in surprise.
"That aura has disappeared, which means that the crack just now was caused by the Divine Feather. Now that the array points have been extinguished, he should no longer be able to use the Divine Feather..."
The green-clothed man from before warned, and a careful look would tell that the person holding the divine feather now had a low level of cultivation!
"Tsk... Never mind, first come, first served!"
After the alien cultivator suddenly realized what was happening, he instantly cast a spell and approached, wanting to take the initiative and snatch the divine feather.
"not good!"
The colorful-haired girl in the air reacted and hurriedly tried to cast a spell to stop it, but the purple-haired dragon girl behind her cast a spell to freeze her body.
"Aunt, please let me go. He will die!"
Long Cai Le said anxiously, but when she finally realized it was too late, she could only cover her eyes in sorrow and silently wait for the end to come.
"Hehe, Nangong Xuan slipped away on his own, leaving a servant behind to cover his loss. You're unlucky. I, Shenyu, will take him in!"
The foreign monk murmured as he approached, casting a spell in his hand, and the terrifying murderous intent filled the air.
"Oh? Really? By you?"
The figure flashed slightly, and a deep male voice was heard.
After a while, the massacre that everyone expected did not come.
Instead, he saw a high-ranking cultivator of an alien race inexplicably lose his magic power and fall from the sky. He was then slashed by a sword by a man who appeared from the dust. He half-knelt on the ground, and his life or death was unknown.
The man was wearing black clothes and black hair, a demon mask on his face, holding a divine feather in one hand and a white sword in the other. It was Yan Quan.
"Modify the rules to allow Daogen to be reborn."
He whispered, and then the divine feathers flashed again, emitting a dazzling light and it was the same as before.
Up to this point, Yan Quan had activated the Divine Feather three times, once to help Nangong Xuan open the crack, once to add a law of killing the enemy that was only effective for him, and once was the law of rebuilding the roots of Taoism.
The divine feathers activated by the formation should be able to maintain their effectiveness for about ten minutes, so Yan Quan must rebuild his roots within these ten minutes.
But the growth of Dao roots is innate and it is impossible for them to grow from nothing to something in a short period of time.
So... I have to resort to evil methods!
Or he could activate the Divine Feather once more to modify the rules, but in that case the duration of the Divine Feather's power would be reduced, and at that time there was no guarantee that the Divine Feather would become ineffective immediately.
After all, with the blessing of the Divine Feather Law, he is not afraid of anyone here.
Therefore, he now had to use magic, to nourish the Dao roots and induce the Dao roots to grow, forcibly regenerate the Dao roots in a short period of time, within ten minutes!
Therefore, he cannot be afraid of anyone here. On the contrary, what he will do later is to make everyone here fear him!
This way he can have a good ending later...
"Everyone, Senior Nangong is a little busy now, so let me play some games with you."
Yan Quan chuckled softly, and the Immortal Robe stretched out a long piece and cruelly pulled out the Taoist root of the alien cultivator, and absorbed it instantly.
"What is this? How could Senior Chen be killed so easily?"
"He, what did he do? He dug out that human root directly..."
“…”
The monks were all surprised, but they did not retreat. After all, Yan Quan's cultivation was pitifully low, so how could he have such unfathomable abilities?
This is even more true for the remaining high-level monks, who are even more confident in their own vision.
"He can no longer activate the Divine Feather. The attack just now should have relied on the Divine Feather, but it should be the last time. If you can't use the Divine Feather, there is no need to be afraid of him.
Come on, take the divine feather, and then grind this boy to dust to prevent him from causing trouble again."
An old monk spoke, directing the large number of disciples around him.
Under his instigation, his disciples actually began to rush forward, hoping to seize a chance.
Seeing this scene, many people from other forces hesitated for a moment, and then rushed forward.
"You're so arrogant!"
"The Divine Feather is mine...!"
"Look, I'm going to beat you to death."
“…”
"Hahahahahaha, yes, yes!
That's how it should be, isn't this the way the world is!?
This is what this world should look like, this is what you cultivators should look like, what the hell is this love affair, come on, come on!
This way I can have a clear conscience..."
Yan Quan laughed heartily and took a few more life-extending pills. He raised the broken sword in his hand, and the fairy clothes on his body grew into several long strips. He rushed up to meet the crowd.
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