Senior sister and junior sister are a couple? I’ll break them up for you!

Chapter 174 2nd Critical Hit

Inside the map of mountains and rivers.

The battlefield at this moment was no longer as lively as before.

The sudden appearance of five people basically symbolizes that the battle is about to come to an end.

Pan Tian’s little plan failed, and Mo Qianmian failed to bring back the magic fragments.

This means that the only hope has been shattered.

There's no point in dragging it out any further.

In fact, if they wait for support from other major righteous sects to arrive, the evil sect will be in a disadvantageous situation.

Pan Tian waved his hand and said:

"Old man Zhixian, stop fighting and let us out."

There wasn't much disappointment on his face.

Magical fragments are good, but they are not necessary.

The revival of the magic path must ultimately be realized by people.

Yi Mo is the foundation of revival designated by Pan Tian.

Other things are just icing on the cake.

Although there is no gain from this operation, there is no loss either, right?

None of the people brought here died - and there were even very few injured.

If you fail, you fail.

But obviously, the Wanfa Xianzong is not a brothel where the other party can come as they please, have sex as they please, and leave as they please.

Even the demons haven't paid yet.

The Immortal Sect even paid a lot of money for defense.

This is worse than a brothel.

So, Zhixian smiled coldly and said nothing.

But the immortal sword wrapped around his body exudes a sharp aura that can split the sky and cut through the earth, ready to strike.

Seeing the sect leader taking the lead, the people in the Spirit Transformation Stage behind him released their might to cheer him on.

Pan Tian frowned when he saw this:

"Why bother, old man Zhixian? You know we want to leave, and you can't stop us."

Zhixian knew that Pan Tian was telling the truth.

After all, the gap in combat power between the two sides is too big.

However, if you pay a little price, it is still possible to keep a few demons in the God Transformation Stage.

Besides, reinforcements were on the way, and he didn't believe Pan Tian would dare to delay any longer.

Then, Zhixian swung his sword:

"Can't stop it? Why don't you try?"

Seeing Zhixian being so tough, Pan Tian couldn't help but sigh.

For a moment, they were really afraid that the other party would do everything they could to keep them.

We still have to be on guard against the Immortal Sect’s background.

The demonic sect was declining, and Pan Tian didn't want to lose any of his subordinates in the God Transformation Stage.

"Oh, in that case..."

Pan Tian smiled coldly:

"Then we admit defeat."

Ao Chumie Luotian's remarks made the Immortal Sect, which was on the verge of a conflict, stunned for a moment.

No, where was that rebellious look you had just now?

Before Zhixian could say anything, Pan Tian threw the space ring he had prepared for compensation over to him:

"Take an inventory. It should be enough to compensate you for your losses."

For Pan Tian, this invasion of the Immortal Sect was a gamble.

He had already prepared the gambling money.

Since I lost, I can only accept the defeat.

Zhixian frowned and probed his spiritual sense into the ring.

Ao Chumie Luoxian's frown relaxed instantly.

Sure enough, this old man.

A lot of things were given.

After completing the formation and compensating for the losses, there was still a lot of surplus.

Moreover, the destruction caused by the evil can be dealt with by asking other major groups for assistance from the righteous side.

After all these efforts, I made a lot of money.

Zhixian closed his eyes and sensed it.

I sensed that the fragments of Zhengdao Peak Avenue were still there.

Since there were no casualties and a small profit was made, Zhixian naturally would not fight to the death with the other party.

What's more, the two hidden dangers of the Prison of Hell and the Demonic Sect's pawns have exposed themselves.

In this case, he more than won't lose out.

It's such a waste of money.

Thinking of this, Zhixian sneered:

"Hmph, can this little bit of wealth buy back the dignity of the Immortal Sect?"

Pan Tian heard this and threw out another thing:

"This is a letter of surrender, use it to gag yourself."

"..."

Good, good, you are quite skilled in your business.

It is worthy of being a demonic sect that has been passed down for thousands of years.

It takes some skill to be the boss.

"No, our Immortal Sect and the Demonic Sect cannot coexist!"

Pan Tian looked at the exit in the sky that had appeared at some point, and said:

"Of course it is. This time, our Demon Sect was defeated, but one day, we will come back!"

After both sides finished their lines, Zhixian drew his sword and swung it.

This sword seems weak and powerless.

However, he swept more than thirty people in the God Transformation Stage of the Demonic Path out of the Map of Mountains and Rivers, and even swept them out of the gate of the Immortal Sect in one fell swoop.

The profound power attracted the attention of the immortals.

"Well done, Master!"

"The sect leader has unparalleled magical powers!"

"I'm not good at talking, all I can say is, awesome, awesome."

Upon hearing this, Zhixian said with a smile:

"Okay, okay, don't worry, the subsidies will be sufficient."

"Thank you, Sect Master!"

"The Sect Master is so generous!"

"Long live the sect master!"

"Who are you cursing? No wonder you say you're dumb!"

……

Friends who die often should know: graves are built for the living.

This is how it is for the living. The dead only have to lie down, but the living have to consider a lot more, such as collecting the bodies, embalming, burial, worship, grief, crying, reminiscing... until they are forgotten.

In this way, the last wisp of dust left by the dead in the world will be blown away by the wind.

Jiang Ming sat cross-legged on the ground with a dazed look on his face, his eyes filled with a gray and dead silence.

He looks like he will die with his eyes open.

If his heart wasn't still beating slowly, no one would be able to tell he was still alive.

The invisible fragment of the Avenue of Death in front of him seemed to be pulling him into another world of nothingness.

The death talisman he was carrying did not move.

After all, in Jiang Ming's current state, he is neither alive nor dead.

Because he was not completely dead, the scapegoat could not bring him back to life.

If Jiang Ming couldn't break free, he would have to stay in this state of being neither dead nor alive forever.

At this moment, a trace of struggle suddenly appeared in Jiang Ming's eyes, and he regained his clarity for a while.

……

An Qin suddenly stopped crying.

A small question mark couldn't help but pop up in my little head.

Um...what's going on?

Why did I cry so loudly just now?

She just knew that she was suddenly very scared.

She vaguely saw that her senior brother was walking away from her without even turning his head, getting farther and farther away...

My heart suddenly felt like a piece was dug out.

Then, Anqin felt very scared, very scared, very scared——

I was so scared that my consciousness suddenly collapsed.

She didn't even care about the senior brothers and sisters in front of her, and threw herself into his arms and cried.

She kept praying to her senior brother, who was getting farther and farther away, not to leave and not to abandon her.

then,

Somehow…

Her heart suddenly stopped hurting.

???

This is how the same thing?

At this time, Yan Ruoqi's voice was heard, which was difficult to explain:

"Xiaoqin, are you... okay?"

An Qin's delicate body suddenly stiffened.

It’s…over…

All my crying just now... was heard by Sister Ruoqi.

How to do how to do?

It’s over, it’s over, it’s over——

An Qin was still thinking about how to respond.

Suddenly, a wave of heartache and fear hit me like a tsunami.

It instantly overwhelmed her consciousness.

She vaguely felt that she had lost the senior brother who loved her.

"Brother, don't go. Where have you been? -"

"No - Senior Brother - Wuwu - Hiss - Cough cough - Senior Brother - Come back Wuwu -"

Yan Ruoqi's handsome face froze, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

Now it wasn't just An Qin who was confused.

Even she couldn't help but have a question mark on her head.

Wasn't the quilt healed just now? Why is it like this again?

Do you think one blow is too light for her?

So, take a short break and then make a second critical hit?

Yan Ruoqi felt a dull pain in her heart.

The lover in her arms is crying for her lover?

She wasn't the one crying.

She would rather something happened to her and she was the one crying!

If her personality didn't allow it, she would probably just hug Anqin and cry together.

But at this moment, she still held her junior brother's face against his.

A stiff face.

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