Overriding the Heaven

The sound of flesh being penetrated could be heard.    

The smile on the short cultivator's face gradually froze.    

Lowering his head to look at the spear that had sunk into his chest, a look of disbelief appeared in his eyes.    

Then, from this expression, he saw an extremely exquisite young girl holding onto the other end of the Soul-Sealing Spear. Her other hand supported her as she slowly stood up.    

"None of you are allowed … "We met teacher …"    

A low voice sounded out from the young girl's throat.    

It was obvious that she was very tired. As she stood there, her body swayed slightly, as if a gust of wind could blow her over.    

But just as she said that last word, the Soul-Sealing Spear fiercely shook.    

In an instant, the short cultivator that was penetrated felt a terrifying force raging within his body.    

"No!"    

He only had time to shout out one word before his body exploded into pieces.    

Shen Qing's body swayed once again.    

With a clang, she used the Soul-Sealing Spear to support herself from falling to the ground.    

She didn't seem to care about the shocking battle cries coming from not too far away.    

With difficulty, she turned her head and looked at Chu Yan who was not far behind her.    

Chu Yan's body was also slightly swaying at this moment.    

Obviously, he had endured until now, and he was doing his best to persevere as well.    

Turning her head, Shen Qing took a deep breath and faced the incoming saber light. She raised her spear and swept it, "Come!"    

...    

Although he tried his best to block, Lin Miaoran, Shen Qing and the black clothed puppet were unable to stop the wave of attacks from the cultivators.    

At this moment, his personal power was completely useless.    

Hundreds of magic treasures shot out and Shen Qing fainted once again on the ground. Although the Soul-Sealing Spear was still tightly grasped in her hand, the body of the spear had already been broken into two pieces.    

The black-clothed puppet was almost destroyed as well. At this moment, it looked like a strange bug with limbs. It spun a few times before it was cut in half by a sharp saber light.    

Lin Miaoran held onto her chest, as blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.    

With her current cultivation level, she naturally wouldn't have any problem dealing with five people of the same cultivation level or higher.    

But right now, the number of cultivators with realms higher than hers was probably five to six hundred, let alone cultivators of the same cultivation level.    

Under such circumstances, to be able to endure for nearly ten breaths of time was already quite amazing.    

And in truth, Lin Miaoran and the rest had endured for a total of thirteen breaths of time.    

Two people, one puppet, against a cultivator with a cultivation level of 3,000, it was no different than a praying mantis trying to block a chariot.    

That kind of sudden outburst, the scene of the enemy being instantly killed with an unreasonable posture, could only appear in one's imagination or novel.    

After a period of time, more than half of the zombies that had been devoured were now in the Gates of Hell.    

Xu Muran stood in the middle of the crowd. After learning his lesson from before, he was no longer standing in the front.    

On his face, was the smile of a victor: "Chu Yan, this time you threw a stone at yourself.    

At this point, even if you stop using your secret arts, it will be useless.    

Because you and your companions will both die.    

And I also have to thank you, because you helped me get rid of half of my zombies and helped us climb the Immortal Level.    

Xu Muran laughed complacently.    

He felt that the more pleased with himself he was with his performance, the more it would provoke Chu Yan.    

After all, from his point of view, the truth was indeed like this: Chu Yan had played it too hard.    

"Three!"    

But just then, Chu Yan, who had his back facing him, suddenly said a number.    

He did not know what this number represented, but Xu Muran felt his eyelids jump.    

After all, the psychological trauma Chu Yan brought him earlier, was just too big.    

However, when Xu Muran looked towards Chu Yan, he saw that Chu Yan's body was shaking even more.    

Looking at his back, it was as if he was a sickly man in the mortal world who was struggling to hold on.    

But Xu Muran did not dare to be careless.    

He gritted his teeth, and just as he was about to give the order for everyone to quickly kill Chu Yan and the rest, Chu Yan's voice sounded once again.    

"Two!"    

At this time, as long as one wasn't an idiot, one would know what kind of change would happen if Chu Yan said something.    

Therefore, Xu Muran no longer hesitated.    

On one hand, he was worried that an unexpected event might have occurred.    

After all, even if the other party was determined to kill them, using this secret technique to deal with them would be more than enough for them.    

On the other hand, at the bottom of Xu Muran's heart, he could already faintly feel that something wasn't right.    

How could Chu Yan make such a big mistake?    

This feeling was as if the other side had dug a pit and wanted him to jump in!    

With just a thought, Xu Muran's scalp began to turn numb.    

Under the shock and anger, he no longer hesitated and immediately shouted, "Don't give him a chance. Kill these guys!"    

no longer had the strength to fight Shen Qing, Su Yuqing, Yun Nichang and the rest who were lying unconscious on the ground in disorder.    

Xu Muran only wanted to end the battle quickly and mince these people into meat paste so that he could be at ease.    

Following Xu Muran's order, the cultivators around him who were already prepared to take action immediately roared out, scrambling to be the first to rush forward.    

Dozens of feet passed in the blink of an eye.    

Countless rays of light fell down towards Chu Yan like a storm.    

The void was constantly being twisted and exploding, falling into chaos.    

It was at this moment that the last word left Chu Yan's mouth: "One!"    

Swish!    

A streak of white light suddenly appeared behind him.    

All sorts of killing moves were immediately blocked by the white light, creating dazzling sparks.    

The flying lights were so piercing that it was almost impossible to look straight at them.    

But Chu Yan, who was behind the light, was completely unharmed.    

Even the Gates of Hell could be safely retracted by him at this moment.    

The group of cultivators at the very front, and even before they could approach Su Yuqing and the others who were lying on the ground, were suddenly pushed aside by an invisible force and crashed into the crowd behind them.    

The scene immediately fell into chaos.    

As for the white light that was protecting Chu Yan, it was now even more so as it rose up from the ground one after another in the form of pillars of light, enveloping Chu Yan and his companions within it.    

Lin Miaoran looked at the white pillar of light that was protecting him.    

She could feel that this pillar of light wasn't trying to trap her.    

On the contrary, she could even feel traces of spirit energy gathering and surging towards her dantian's spirit ocean.    

In addition, the wounds he had received earlier were also giving off waves of refreshing and refreshing feeling. The pain he was feeling was greatly reduced.    

"Who dares to spoil the good fortune of the Violet Myrtle Sect!"    

Seeing that, how could Xu Muran not know what was happening? He immediately shouted in exasperation.    

Why would killing a Chu Yan cause so many twists and turns?!    

"You dare to make an enemy out of the Purple Sun Martial School? You don't want to live anymore!"    

He roared repeatedly as he scanned his surroundings, trying to find out who had acted at this critical moment and ruined his plans.    

Just as he finished speaking, a voice rang out. It was as clear as the universe, and at the same time, it carried disdain. It came from the front, "Is it possible that you're qualified to represent the Purple Wei School?"    

"Who is it!" Xu Muran turned his head fiercely, and looked towards the direction of the voice.