Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 375 The Last Side
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After the Chunyang sword sprang out from the other side, he immediately looked back, but he didn't see the scene of blood splattering.

With a soft "bang", Qi Yuan's headless body dissipated like a bubble.

At this moment, a figure in blue shirt appeared silently from more than a hundred feet away from the sea of ​​flames.

This person's complexion was extremely pale, and he was coughing bloody sputum violently. It turned out to be Qi Yuan who should have fallen.

And in his left hand, he held a black wooden sign firmly.

But after only one breath, the wooden sign shattered for no reason, turning into a bunch of ashes.

Seeing all this, Chen Ping was startled for a moment, and then suddenly realized.

This wooden sign has the effect similar to the Indigo Fly's Death Talisman, so it must be Qi Yuan's old-fashioned life-saving means.

"If you don't kill the two of you today, it won't be enough to vent the hatred in my heart!"

The blood spat out from the corner of his mouth stained his whole body red, but Qi Yuan ignored it at all, and finished reciting the last incantation with a grim expression.

Just that wooden sign is a life-saving thing that he has treasured for a hundred years, the token of the catastrophe.

It is also the pinnacle product of the Qimen technique he has mastered, and it took a hundred years to make one.

If he hadn't activated the Token of Transformation in time, I'm afraid that even if he didn't die just now, he would really have lost his limbs.

The successive loss of exotic treasures such as the natal Tao tool and water spirit beads suddenly reduced his net worth by nearly 300 million spiritual stones.

Glancing at Chunyang Jian coldly, Qi Yuan's heart surged with murderous intent, all thanks to these two people in front of him!
At the same time, in mid-air, the eight quaint scrolls were finally slowly opened after complex urging.

A black pagoda is printed on each of the small scrolls, surrounded by mountain springs, which seems to be a corner of the landscape.

Then, before Chen Ping could see the contents of the scroll clearly, a white mist burst out immediately, and the eight scrolls were seamlessly joined together, and the aura was soaring, forming a picture ten feet high and three feet wide. giant scroll.

There is no slightest gap on it, as if it was originally one.

In the picture scroll, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and eight black pagodas are scattered all over the place. It is actually a beautiful but a bit weird landscape painting.

"Hey, fellow daoists, let's try this old man's unique supernatural powers."

Qi Yuan's voice was extremely indifferent, and he pointed forward, a mass of emerald light flashed endlessly, drowning the entire scroll in a blink of an eye.

Immediately, there was a loud sound like the knocking of a spiritual bell in the fog, and eight thick black beams of light rose into the sky.

Then, an incredible scene appeared.

These beams of light ignored the restrictions of the Fire Realm and pushed back the surrounding fire spirits one after another.

Guanghua subsided again, and eight pagodas about ten feet high suddenly appeared, each of them was astonishingly majestic and full of aura, no different from the pagodas in the painting.

It was from these pagodas that the previous bells sounded.

"This is……"

Seeing this vision, Chen Ping's face became more dignified, and the swaying ripples of the green lotus flickered around, turning into a warning restraint.

He faintly felt that the aura of a single pagoda was almost equivalent to a high-grade Taoist artifact, and there was no other information other than that.

Those who practiced the art of strange gates had strange methods, and they were especially difficult to deal with.

Like these pagodas, the two of them knew nothing about the specific killing techniques that could be used.

"Chen Daoyou be careful, the bell in the pagoda can confuse the mind."

Suddenly, Di Yaoxian on the side reminded him through voice transmission.

Chen Ping looked over immediately, and saw Di Yaoxian's eyes were red, and he was sweating profusely, as if he had just escaped from the bitter battle that lasted for several days and nights.

Obviously, the sound of the bell does have the effect of affecting the soul.

However, Chen Ping's expression was a little more relaxed.

Not to mention the state of human-sword fusion, the fusion of soul and spirit sword, mere sonic attacks have no effect on him.

Secondly, he has practiced Tianpin's soul defense secret technique, even if he is not in the state of transforming swords, he will not be afraid of this level of sonic attack.

"Fellow Daoist Di, follow me to kill Qi Yuan. Once he dies, this strange treasure will be useless even if it is ten times more miraculous."

Chen Ping yelled violently, and the Chunyang sword slashed towards Qi Yuan with a beautiful ray of light.

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist's thinking is too simple."

Qi Yuan saw his plan, let out a low shout, and a pagoda covered him, covering his figure tightly.

Then, the eight pagodas changed their positions extremely quickly in the air, rotating tens of thousands of times in the blink of an eye, making it hard to tell the difference.

Chen Ping, who had lost his target, was taken aback for a moment, wrapped his consciousness around the pagoda and swept it fiercely, but was immediately bounced back by an invisible force.

There is obviously a kind of prohibition on the pagodas to prevent the detection of spiritual consciousness. If you penetrate within half a foot, you will not be able to move forward.

Chen Ping's expression turned gloomy, and he finally felt that something was a little tricky.

The purpose of capturing the thief first to capture the king has failed, and if he wants to kill Qi Yuan, it seems that he must break this strange treasure first.

Immediately afterwards, without further ado, the Chunyang sword aimed at the nearest pagoda and cut it.

"Boom!" The thing that flew out of the self-painting was like a real thing, and it was knocked back hundreds of feet in one breath.

In the state of transforming into a sword, the power of the Chunyang Sword has surpassed that of ordinary top-grade Taoist artifacts, and it is not something that the pagoda can compete with.

Once the trick worked, Chen Ping felt a little joy in his heart, and he went to the second pagoda without stopping.

This time he used the Qinglian Sword Art, and the sword light all over the sky swept along with him, threatening to split it in half.

"Flying stone!"

Qiyuan hidden in a pagoda would not let him succeed easily, Fa Yin quickly pinched it.

I saw the two pagodas in the front trembled violently, emitting more than a dozen black beams of light from their bodies, as if the main body had collapsed, turning into dense meteor-like stone rain, hitting Chunyang Sword and Di Yaoxian directly .

These stones are not worth mentioning compared to the huge body of the pagoda, but the black air flowing on the surface, and the compressed air is sizzling, obviously it is not easy to match.

Di Yaoxian was the first to bear the brunt, flipped his hands without thinking.

The magic weapon that had been held in his hand for a long time suddenly appeared, it was a green jade ruyi.

This thing is his natal Taoist weapon, and it has both offensive and defensive powers.

However, due to the existence of the Nine Suns True Fire Comb, Di Yao seldom used other magic weapons in daily fighting.

Throwing Yu Ruyi in front of her with one hand, the shadow of the tree suddenly appeared, and a green peony stood in front of her, and Yu Ruyi slowly turned at the center of the flower, shining with dazzling green light.

The black lacquered stone rain fell, and there was a loud "rumbling" sound. Under the interweaving and bursting of various spiritual lights, Immortal Di Yao lifted the peony upwards in a leisurely manner.

Shi Yu's falling momentum really slowed down, but he was held in the middle of the road abruptly.

But before he could show a happy expression, black air flashed on those stones, and the runes surged several times heavier, and the peony under pressure was crumbling, and his figure became blurred.

Of course, Chen Ping would not watch the fire from the other side. He brought thousands of sword rains to attack from the right, sweeping away thousands of troops with a stab, those stones were broken inch by inch, turning into countless gravel.

The next moment, the sand recondensed into the original pagoda.

It's just that its size suddenly shrunk under the black light, and it became only about a foot in size. As if it had exhausted its power, it rushed into the picture scroll covered by white mist and disappeared.

(End of this chapter)