Chapter 2589 Zero Spirit Martial Saint! Opportunity!

The clear and clear female voice that came down from the sky was cold and misty, and it was obviously soft, but like the pervasive wind, it spread throughout the noisy battlefield, calming the boiling vitality of the world a bit.

"This voice..."

Hearing the sound, Luo Feng's expression trembled slightly, and there was a bit of surprise in his eyes.

He can be sure that this is the first time he has heard this voice.

But the sound came to his ears, and he felt a sense of kindness and familiarity inexplicably, and even a hint of awe!

This feeling was so clear that he even doubted whether it was really the first time he heard this voice.

"what happened?"

"Who is speaking?"

This sudden change startled everyone, and they raised their heads to look in the direction of the sound.

At some point in the empty sky just now, a huge vortex appeared, and the brilliance flowed inside, shooting out streaks of golden light, which was indescribably mysterious.

"Not good, the formation is about to recover!"

Suddenly, an exclamation sounded.

Around the cracks on the golden mask, there is a large amount of golden brilliance gathering. As the golden brilliance becomes more and more intense, the cracks begin to heal gradually, and recovery is only a matter of time.

"Hmph! Don't even think about it!"

Prince Xuefeng has long regarded the treasure in the golden mask as his own, and seeing that he is about to succeed, how could he just watch the formation recover?

Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi!

Five blood-red fingers flew out, like sword energy, extremely sharp, showing their sharpness, and shot straight at the crack on the mask.

"Don't stop yet..."

The cold voice sounded again, this time with a bit more murderous air, and immediately, with a bang, a golden horse fell from the golden vortex.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

Five blood-red fingers exploded one after another, dissipating invisible.

The blood red prince was furious, everything went wrong today, and every time he was blocked by a woman, he raised his head and glared at the golden vortex, and said sternly:

"Who is it? Since you are here, why hide your head and show your tail! Come out!!"

hum!

As soon as Prince Bloodwind's words fell, the golden vortex suddenly bloomed, and a dark crack opened in the middle.

Afterwards, a group of seven-colored lotus clouds appeared in the sight of everyone, and slowly descended from the dark crack.

Above the lotus cloud, stood a woman in a yellow shirt.

The woman's black hair is like a waterfall, her body is soft and graceful, she wears a phoenix jade around her waist, her eyes are like stars, and her whole body seems to be covered with a layer of mist, shining with brilliance, illusory and blurred, making people unable to see her true appearance clearly, but from that faint Judging from the outline, she must be a peerless beauty.

Everyone watched the woman slowly land, and they were clearly on the battlefield, but they felt a sense of purity in a fairyland on earth, and some even restrained their breath.

Luo Feng was not confused by this illusory artistic conception, he looked at the woman in yellow carefully with his clear eyes, and his face was shocked.

"Thousand Spirit Martial Saint!"

Almost subconsciously, a name came out of Luo Feng's mouth, and he almost knelt down!

The moment he saw the woman in the yellow shirt, some fragmentary memories flooded into his mind, which belonged to the memory of the fallen king: This woman in the yellow shirt was a member of the Taiyi sect, and she was already a A martial saint, tyrannical and unparalleled!

At this moment, Luo Feng finally understood why he felt familiar and familiar when he heard the other party's voice.

The fallen king was the admirer of Qianling Wusheng.

It's just that the identities and strengths of the two parties are too different. The king has never dared to express his admiration to the Qianling Wusheng, and he practiced in closed rooms in order to improve himself. As a result, a war broke out between gods and demons. The end of the madness...

In the portrait Luo Feng obtained in the secret room, the woman on it is the woman in the yellow shirt.

"I see……"

Luo Feng let out a sigh of relief.

In this way, everything makes sense.

It's a pity that this king who sealed the king did not express his love for him until his death.

Confided to Qianling Martial Saint that he just secretly treasured a portrait of the other party, thinking about it day and night.

Also an infatuated species.

With a wry smile on his face, Luo Feng raised his head and looked at the woman in the yellow shirt again.

"This is Wu Sheng..."

Feeling it with soul power, Luo Feng took a deep breath, and his eyes revealed a strong shock.

The body of the woman in the yellow shirt contained an extremely powerful force, which he had never seen so far. If he was a small ditch, then the other party was an endless surging sea. If it erupts, everyone here will probably be reduced to powder in an instant, not even scum left!

"Sure enough, he is a supernatural person! Martial Saint! Martial Saint! This is Martial Saint! He is much stronger than the top powerhouse in the distraction realm, the King of Kings! A character like a fairy! There is such a thing in the world!"

Luo Feng looked at the woman in the yellow shirt, his heart was pounding, his fists were clenched, and he felt so weak for the first time!

At this moment, it was as if a door opened in his heart, opening up a brand new world!

The woman in the yellow shirt landed on the top of the golden mask, her star-like eyes scanned the battlefield, as if she was disappointed because she didn't find anything.

"Has he fallen to such a state? With such strength, how can he deal with the coming catastrophe..."

Sighing softly, the woman in the yellow shirt's eyes fell on Prince Bloodwind, and the cold voice sounded again: "Hiding your head and showing your tail... Your aptitude is not bad, but it's a pity that with this character, your achievements will be limited after all, and you won't be able to become your own way. pity……"

Qualifications are acceptable!

Hearing what the woman in the yellow shirt said, everyone was shocked.

Prince Bloodwind is a well-known genius of the Black Demon Sect. Now that he has cultivated his true intentions and condensed the will of the king, he is just around the corner to be crowned king. This kind of qualification is only fair in the mouth of the other party! I don't know if it's outrageous words or ignorance!

Prince Xuefeng's face was ugly, his body was burning with blood flames, and he said in a low voice, "Who are you?"

"Who am I, you don't need to know."

The woman in the yellow shirt shook her head slightly, and continued: "I came here just to prevent you from continuing to attack the formation. This is not the place for you to come, retreat."

"Hmph, I, the Blood Wind Prince of the Black Demon Sect, do things, and it's not my turn to be pointed out by others!"

Prince Bloodwind sneered, seeing that the formation was about to be breached, but someone stepped in, he was already furious, and now he was underestimated by the other party, if he didn't feel that the other party's background was extraordinary, it was not easy, he would have done it long ago kill!

"The Black Demon Sect... I've never heard of it. Is this a demon sect born in the millennium?" The woman in yellow was thoughtful.

At this time, the crack on the golden light curtain was almost completely healed.

Seeing this scene, Prince Bloodwind frowned, and sternly shouted: "Get out of the way!"

As the voice fell, the blood flames on Prince Xuefeng's body burned, and he let go of his big hand. The blood on the palm flowed, and he blasted towards the mask.

"Stubborn!"

A cold snort sounded, and the woman in the yellow shirt waved her sleeves, and the sky darkened suddenly. The overbearing giant palm that covered the sky disappeared into her sleeves like this. A pair of star-like eyes, Looking at Prince Bloodwind.

"Kneel down."

The cold voice sounded, not very resonant, but at this moment, in the eyes of everyone, the sky is no longer the sky, the earth is no longer the earth, the stars and rivers are turning, and the universe is upside down.

The whole world seemed to be under the watchful eyes of those stars, there was nowhere to hide, nowhere to escape!

It only takes one thought from the other party to darken the sun and the moon, and shatter mountains and rivers!

"No!"

Plop!

Prince Xuefeng seemed to have encountered something extremely terrifying, his face was covered in cold sweat, his veins were bulging, he struggled a bit, let out an unwilling roar, knelt heavily on the ground, and gasped for breath.

Plop! poof...

Some warriors with insufficient heart were also frightened and sat paralyzed on the ground.

This change was only for a moment. When everyone came back to their senses and looked at the woman in the yellow shirt again, their expressions changed immediately.

"Impossible... How is this possible... You... unexpectedly..."

Yan Jialuo looked at the woman in the yellow shirt, with disbelief in his eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "One thought becomes a domain, the sun, the moon, and the universe! This is the power of a saint. How can the legendary martial saint strongman exist! This is impossible!"

"Wu! Holy!"

Hearing Yan Jialuo's words, exclamations sounded and spread all over the place.

The powerhouses of all parties who usually have the quality of not being surprised, all stared round their eyes.

Even Bai Qi, Qing Cang Swordsman and the others had expressions of shock and disbelief.

Martial Saint, this is a legendary existence.

They have witnessed a living legend!

The woman in the yellow shirt looked indifferently, turned her head and glanced at the golden mask, and landed on those statue-like figures. That look seemed to penetrate time and space, revealing inexplicable emotions, as if there was a trace of sentimentality.

After a while, she seemed to be speaking to everyone, but also seemed to be talking to herself, and sighed leisurely:

"There is a time for everything...the time has not come, they are not yet born..."

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