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Three days later, Hui Hui was ejected by the world.
Shaoyin did not.
Her business is not done, she can't go.
She was forced to stay, but her body began to collapse.
After waiting for another two days, the things that were arranged were finally done.
The mortal sect angered a Mahayana powerhouse.
His daughter lost her temper, destroyed a city, killed and injured countless mortals, and Shaoyin ordered people to abolish his daughter's cultivation.
This Mahayana powerhouse has only one daughter. Hearing the news, he was furious and came straight to Shaoyin!
"He Lingyin! Get out of this seat!"
With a thunderous shout, the surging spiritual power slammed down, and the palace where Shaoyin was located collapsed in an instant.
Countless dust rose up, filling the field of vision, and when Shaoyin opened his eyes, he saw that the entire hall built here by the Mortal Sect had collapsed.
This is the anger of the strong in the Mahayana period.
"I beat the young, and the old is here." Shaoyin stood up slowly and drew out his long sword.
She sent all the disciples out in advance, and no one brought her a sword.
"Your daughter has lost her spiritual roots. You regret it. So many people who were killed by your daughter, who will regret it?" She turned her sword and the dust in her field of vision was scattered, and her vision was clear.
She saw the appearance of the person who came, a thin middle-aged man with anger and pride on his face.
Mahayana powerhouse, what's so great? Shaoyin's eyes are arrogant, which means she has no time, otherwise in a hundred years, he will be the dog under her feet.
"How can the deity's daughter be compared to those cheap lives?" The man shouted angrily and raised his palm to take it.
The light palm of a Mahayana powerhouse can smash her to pieces.
Shaoyin suddenly improved his cultivation, regardless of his body's endurance, he forcibly raised a great realm.
However, it is still a big realm lower than him.
She resisted the blow, but her body collapsed even more. Wiping away the blood from the corners of his mouth, he smiled contemptuously at him: "In the eyes of the powerhouses in the transcendence period, you are also a low life. In the eyes of the people of the Immortal Realm, you are not even a low life, just a speck of dust. You think that you are What is it?"
When the Mahayana powerhouse heard the words, the anger on his face became more intense, and his aura suddenly rose: "Let's be presumptuous!"
Another palm, shot with a bang!
Shaoyin still resisted this time, but the long sword shattered into powder, and there was a light cracking sound from her body.
The Mahayana powerhouse seemed very surprised that she was able to withstand his two palms. She was about to raise her palms and pat again when she suddenly heard her shout: "You don't have to do it! I'll kill myself!"
The strong man in the Mahayana period raised his eyebrows and withdrew his hand: "You are acquainted."
Killing a lowly life, he still felt dirty hands.
He turned his hands away, looked down proudly, and watched her commit suicide.
At this time, a lot of people had gathered around the mansion.
There are monks and mortals.
Some secretly applauded, but more people looked worried.
Shaoyin lowered her eyes slightly, and landed one hand on top of her head, but instead of taking a shot, she lifted it up with difficulty.
In the eyes of everyone in astonishment, she gradually has a pair of white bones in her hand!
That's a whole skeleton.
Without the support of her skeleton, it was difficult for her to maintain her human form, but she still struggled to control her spiritual power, turning the skeleton into a bone sword.
Then, she stabbed the bone sword into her heart with her backhand, piercing the heart.
"don't want!!"
Countless sad voices sounded in unison.
The Mahayana monk frowned slightly. How could ants make such a noise? With a flick of his fingertips, the voices of the crowd were silenced.
The noise disappeared, and he frowned.
"Master!!" The two disciples who were dispatched by her came back, quickly rushed away from the crowd, came to the ruins, caught her inhuman body, their hands trembled, and blood almost dripped from their eyes.
Shaoyin did not respond to them, she used her last strength and threw the bone sword covered with blood-colored lines.
"Ding." The bone sword stood on the flat ground.
"Although I am dead, my faith will not die." Shaoyin's weak voice reached the ears of everyone present, "Someone will inherit my mantle."
The two disciples were heartbroken, raised their heads and stared at the Mahayana monks, their eyes were splitting: "Disciple is willing!"
"I would too!"
"We all want to!"
Voices came from outside the crowd, and the mouths previously sealed by the Mahayana monks broke the seal.
The Mahayana monks only felt that their face was swept away, and they were a little unhappy. But he didn't bother to care about many ants, and just lowered a spiritual power and went to the bone sword on the ground.
The bones of the mere cultivators in the Divine Transformation stage also delusionally want to be inherited?
Seeing this, Shaoyin's two disciples let out a roar: "No! Stop!"
The younger disciple even rushed over to protect the sword with his body.
However, the sword was still broken in two.
The anger of the younger disciple was stunned on his face, and gradually turned into pain and grief, and the ordinary monks and mortals who were watching all of this around also burst into tears.
"Too deceiving!"
"Heaven has no eyes!"
The Mahayana monk's eyes showed satisfaction. What the hell? He is God!
However, what he saw from the corner of his eye made him stunned.
I saw that the bone sword that was broken into two pieces gradually melted into two smaller bone swords!
"Dare!" He shouted angrily, and another wave of spiritual power swung down.
The two small bone swords were smashed into a dozen pieces.
However, they seem to have self-awareness and gradually melt into smaller bone swords.
The Mahayana cultivator lost his face, swept his sleeves in anger, swung with precision strength, and shook more than a dozen bone swords into powder!
Let's see how they struggle!
"There is no heaven." The weak voice of the woman was clearly heard in everyone's ears, "Holding the sword in his hand, he is the heaven."
Countless glutinous powders were scattered by the wind and landed in the palms of many people. Each glutinous powder was in the shape of a sword.
The person who obtained the powdered micro-sword felt like an invisible force pouring into his heart.Looking at the omnipotent Mahayana monk again, he gradually stood up and no longer bowed.