"Where are the grey-robed youth and the half-step Sky River demon girl?"
The yellow-robed cultivator's expression was cold, and his gaze seemed to be able to pierce Zhou Lin's soul. She and Lan Xuan glanced at each other and gritted their teeth without speaking.
"Speak, this Venerable is asking you, where are the grey-robed youth and the demon girl?"
The yellow-robed cultivator's gaze turned cold, and he took a step toward the two.
Buzz!
It was only a small step forward, but Lan Xuan and Zhou Lin's figures shook violently at the same time, and their faces lost all color.
At that moment, the two felt as if that step had stepped heavily on their souls, and their souls were almost shaken out of their bodies!
Zhou Lin felt that the whole world had lost its color at this moment, leaving only black and white, and his whole consciousness was in a trance.
Lan Xuan, who was in her arms, turned pale and spat out a big mouthful of blood. The blood was mixed with black blood, and it seemed that his internal organs were injured.
A Sky River Stage cultivator was like a god to Zhou Lin and Lan Xuan, an existence they couldn't resist at all.
The yellow-robed cultivator hadn't made a move yet, and he only released his spiritual pressure, which made the two of them beg for death.
"I don't like to ask the same question. If you answer me honestly, I can let you suffer less!"
As the yellow-robed cultivator spoke, a huge Sky River Stage aura, like a landslide or a tsunami, radiated in all directions, and the space within a radius of a hundred feet became incomparably heavy and creaked.
Dark red blood came out of Lan Xuan's body again, and his wound was crushed by this pressure again.
"You … Stop!"
Zhou Lin was angry and anxious, and she shouted helplessly, "We … We really don't know anything! The other two people were separated from us … "
Before she could finish speaking, the yellow-robed cultivator's eyes narrowed and he waved his sleeve.
"Pa!" A heavy slap landed on her face.
How powerful was the strike of a Heavenly River Stage powerhouse? Even though he had secretly held back in order to continue the interrogation, it still sent Zhou Lin flying.
Lan Xuan, who was in her arms, was also thrown out. Zhou Lin directly flew out and crashed into an Iron Sword Tree with a bang. The girl curled up on the ground, her delicate and pretty face was already swollen.
The pale-faced Lan Xuan staggered and struggled to get up. He gritted his teeth and half-rolled in front of the unconscious Zhou Lin.
"Bullying a girl at the Spirit Stream Stage, what kind of ability is that?"
Lan Xuan suppressed the flames of anger in his eyes. He was a somewhat cowardly youth. Although he was tactful, spoke human words, and would even betray others, everything he did was to protect himself.
Self-preservation was always his first principle.
This was also the reason why he had been able to survive until now in this world of cultivators.
But at this moment, he didn't know why he had given up on the principles he had always adhered to.
Without hesitation, he stood in front of the curled up and unconscious girl.
Maybe … maybe it's Chu Chen …
Lan Xuan suddenly felt a little ridiculous.
But he always stood in front of the team alone. No matter if it was a Heavenly River Stage cultivator or the King Beast, he never abandoned his companions.
Although he knew that he would never be that kind of person!
But at this time, he wanted to be like him, to protect his dying companion, to protect this girl whose life was hanging by a thread.
I want to be like him. Even if I can only be Chu Chen for a minute, I won't abandon my companions this time!
Lan Xuan smiled. When he grinned, blood gushed out from his throat again.
"You're still smiling? You must be scared out of your wits. Since you dared to go against the Golden Lion Formation Breaking Team, you should have thought of this day! "
The yellow-robed cultivator's voice was incomparably arrogant and cold. His eyes were like a god judging all living beings.
He shook his right wrist, and a huge suction force suddenly appeared in his palm!
Snatch!
Lan Xuan, who was almost unable to stand straight, was sucked in from a distance of more than ten feet. A steel-like hand firmly grasped his neck.
He coldly tightened his right hand. Lan Xuan's head drooped, and a pool of black blood flowed out from his mouth. Then his face quickly changed color. In the blink of an eye, it turned purple-red, as if he was about to suffocate to death.
"As members of the Blood Eagle Formation Breaking Team, you should have your own communication signal, right?"
The yellow-robed cultivator slightly loosened his grip. Lan Xuan immediately panted heavily. Blood continued to seep out of his mouth and nose.
"Now send out that signal for me. Summon the grey-robed youth and the half-step Heavenly River Stage demon girl … My patience is limited. You better not waste my time!"
As the yellow-robed cultivator spoke, he tightened his grip again, causing Lan Xuan to enter a state of suffocation again. He didn't let go until Lan Xuan's face turned from purple-red to ashen.
In just a few short breaths, Lan Xuan had walked through the gates of hell again.
"Cough cough … Haha …"
Lan Xuan smiled weakly. The blood at the corner of his mouth became thicker, and the clothes on his chest were dripping wet, forming a large puddle.
"Speak."
"Cough cough … Don't say I don't have a way to contact you. Even if … I did, I definitely wouldn't send … a signal … Either way, I'll die … Why don't I …"
As the dying Lan Xuan spoke, his right hand reached into his chest.
Swoosh!
However, the yellow-robed cultivator's left hand grabbed it. He said coldly, "You want to detonate the legendary battle talisman in your chest? Unfortunately, you won't have the chance! "
"Crack!"
Lan Xuan's right hand was grabbed by the yellow-robed cultivator. The bones in his hand were clearly crushed. His five fingers were curled up in a strange shape, and blood kept dripping from his fingers.
Lan Xuan's eyes widened. Beads of sweat crazily appeared on his forehead. His mouth was slightly open, and he made a chuckling sound. His expression was completely twisted from the pain.
"Don't play such boring tricks in front of me."
The yellow-robed cultivator continued to grab Lan Xuan's neck. He lifted the dying Lan Xuan up a bit, as if he wanted to see Lan Xuan's blood-covered face more clearly.
"Do you think you have another way out?"
The yellow-robed cultivator's voice became colder and colder. "Call them back. This is your only way out …"
"Put him down immediately. This is your only way out!"
Suddenly, an indifferent voice floated over from behind. The yellow-robed cultivator frowned and looked back. He saw a grey-robed youth standing on a tree in the distance, coldly looking over.
This youth's aura was very unique. The yellow-robed cultivator actually felt like he couldn't see through him.
He was clearly a small cultivator at the Spirit Stream Realm. Why was he so mysterious?
Moreover, this Spirit Stream Realm brat was facing a super lineup of a Heavenly River Realm expert and a dozen half-step Heavenly River Realm experts, yet he didn't panic at all.
"You talk big. I thought you were someone important. I didn't expect you to be a piece of trash, and only at the Spirit Stream Realm. It seems that Yu Wen Guang fell at the hands of that half-step Heavenly River Realm witch."
After calming down, the yellow-robed cultivator shook his head with a cold smile. Clearly, he had no interest in this grey-robed youth who had delivered himself to his doorstep.
Because he was too weak!
"I'll give you one last chance. I'll count from one to three. If you don't let go of Lan Xuan, all of you present will die here!"
When Chu Chen said this, the yellow-robed cultivator, who had been serious all this time, was instantly amused. He wasn't the only one who was laughing. Among the dozen or so members of the Golden Lions Regiment, apart from the beautiful cultivator who was like an ice mountain, everyone else was laughing.
The golden-armored cultivators wearing ghostly masks looked at each other and laughed loudly, as if they had heard the funniest thing in the world.
A small cultivator at the Spirit Stream Realm actually threatened a group of Heavenly River Realm cultivators. Could there be anything more ridiculous in the world?
Unlike this group of amused cultivators, Chu Chen began a cold countdown.
"Three."
"Two."
"…"
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