I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 460
The blank sky is like a clear ice lake.

In the distance of the mist, there are lofty mountains higher than the clouds. If you look closely, it is not the veins of mountains and rivers, but the built pavilions, which are looming in the majestic mist like a fairy palace.

The giant ship set sail broke through the sea of ​​clouds, and the aftermath turned into a reflection of light, stirring up the waves in the sky, and sailed into the established channel of the giant ship with a roar.

At that time, the flickering light had disappeared.

Yangcheng is based on mountains, like a huge honeycomb standing upside down on the ground. Countless monks fly on the clouds like hardworking bees, either traveling or returning from outside.

The golden light swayed by the rising sun in the distance, reflecting on the ripples of the rising golden light array.

The shroud of the lens flickered, covering the entire Yangcheng based on the mountains and rivers in all directions, and also protecting the monks who made a living in Yangcheng.

Although there has been a lot of friction with Moxiu, which has added a bit of chilling atmosphere to the city, but most of the anxious people are also wealthy, or they are the rulers of Yangcheng.

For those monks who make a living in Yangcheng, sometimes the friction between righteousness and demons is a kind of chance instead. Whether it is reselling war equipment or talisman pills, they can make a small fortune.

There is also the dead money of the business without capital.

It's not about killing people directly, but waiting for the fighting monks to die and they go to clean them up. It's all right to take those spoils, and then sell the corpses back to the monk's home to make a fortune.

Days go by.

Eat when you have something to eat, don't wait to starve when you have nothing to eat.

And this long-lost peace was shattered by that voice from afar.

The Yangcheng formation was fully activated, as if entering wartime.

Even the old city lord, who had disappeared for a long time and had no news, appeared above the formation.

The old city lord who is like a little sun is the backbone of everyone, not only those in power in Yangcheng, but also those casual cultivators who rely on Yangcheng for their livelihood.

As long as the old city lord does not collapse for a day, he will not collapse for a day.

However, in recent years, rumors have spread everywhere, saying that the old city lord's lifespan will be exhausted, and although the old city lord's eldest disciple is powerful, he is not as reassuring as the old city lord.

Especially compared to other big sects that are thriving in strength, the mainstay of Yangcheng is slowly decreasing.

"The magician is knocking on the door!"

"Can you see how many magicians there are? How strong are they?"

"I didn't see clearly either, I only saw twenty or thirty divine lights approaching us in the distance."

"Twenty or thirty."

"Divine Light!"

"..."

Jin Dan, the defender of Yangcheng, was so frightened that he listened to the information from the people around him with a dull face, his thoughts turned, and he suppressed his chaotic thoughts, and shouted: "Hurry up, let me know!" Santo!"

The sound transmission symbol is ignited.

There was a deep bass voice at the other end: "Don't panic, the garrison monks have their own duties, after the big formation is opened, all the defense equipment will be activated, and the golden core masters of the four major families will stabilize the small formation and worship the monks..."

Russian and.

The divine consciousness from Master Yuyan has spread out, and the golden divine light seems to completely cover this huge Yangcheng.

The robe of the Nine Suns Flame God is added to the body.

The golden crown tied the white hair meticulously.

Fuchen lay quietly in his arms.

The tall real Yuyan's eyes are full of wrinkles.

In the last ten years of his life, Master Yuyan did not appear old, but was still as vigorous as when he first met him.

He was supposed to retreat in Yangcheng's underground spiritual veins, preparing to attack the realm that even he was not sure of at the last moment.Therefore, there has been no news for nearly 20 years, and only a few disciples know about him.

Even the appearance of Lingbao a few months ago did not let him out.

Later, I heard from my big apprentice that the Lingbao finally fell into the hands of the Blood Fiend Sect.At that time, Reverend Yuyan once lamented that the world is impermanent, and he did not expect the Blood Fiend Sect to get such an opportunity.

In a blink of an eye, the Demon Cultivator of the Blood Evil Sect has already hit the door.

Reverend Yuyan calmly stared at the twenty or thirty rays of light in the distance: "I just mastered the second Lingbao, so I can't wait to get rid of it? Xuan Sha, this is not your style."

Slightly frowning, these twenty or thirty breaths are so strange, the leading demonic energy is awe-inspiring, it doesn't seem to be leading the monks behind, but it seems to be running for their lives.

And it seems that there are only five Golden Pills of the Blood Fiend Sect headed by Xuan Sha.

"Pure uniformity? Why did Wan Fazong get involved in it?"

"Hey, that's not the yellow hair of Sunset Mountain."

"The old zombie of the Corpse Sect, the Niubi of Qingyun Temple, the bald donkey of the Temple of White Bone, the prostitute of the Hehuan Sect..."

"All the spirit beasts of Yulingzong have come, so the rightful master is probably hiding them too."

I don’t know, I’m scared.

Good guy, every Golden Core cultivator who came here is above the late stage, and the only two Golden Core mid-stage cultivators are Wanfazong monks, and there are still a steady stream of light coming here.

There may be three hundred Golden Core monks in the entire Xiaohuangyu, and there are at most 30 or [-] Golden Core monks above the late stage of Golden Core, and most of them have already appeared.

Even if there are a few fresh faces among them, they are still in the late Golden Core stage.

To say the least, it is probably the monks of Wanfazong.

There are also a lot of masters in Wanfazong, among them, Jindan late stage accounts for about [-] to [-]% of the total number in Xiaohuangyu, and there are only two people present now.

Rao Yuyan is recognized as the No. 1 under the Nascent Soul, so he can't deal with so many great masters.

"This is... the war started early?"

"It's not like that."

The figure engulfed in magic flames was getting closer and closer, and Duan Guang had never seen him before, and there were many echelons behind him.

Among them, at the front are Xuan Sha holding the Lingbao and Chunjun the real person of Wanfazong, then the other master monks of the Blood Fiend Sect, and after that is the real Changshui of Wanfazong with his younger brothers and sisters.

After that, there are great masters of various sects.

They are far away, and they are not close to other monks.

"Reverend Yuyan, I'm here for the appointment!"

In the howling voice, Tu Shanjun used his own voice, and spread out his spiritual consciousness.A trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, and the attack from the dragon gun still caused him serious injuries.

The pursuers pursued him closely, Xuan Sha was originally a great master at the peak, and even brought his family's spiritual treasure to chase and kill him.

Now Tu Shanjun not only has to suppress the devil, but also has to control his body. The consumption of mana cannot be replenished, so he can only run away to save his life, and let the real Yuyan help him.

Hearing the second voice and feeling the familiar divine sense rushing over, Master Yuyan above Yangcheng froze in place.

"This……"

The person's consciousness and voice made Master Yuyan feel very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before.

Looking at the turbulent magic flame, he has no friendship with Moxiu.

The only demon cultivator who has friendship is from the Hehuan Sect, and the demon cultivators from other sects can only say they know each other.

Not to mention that this Demon Flame Taotao looks like the Demon Cultivator of the Great Devil.

"Appointment."

"The covenant of alchemy!"

Two soaring ghost horns grew from the forehead of the enchanted blood yuan.

Although his face didn't change, but when Reverend Yuyan heard the promise of alchemy and saw the pair of ghost horns, his golden eyes shrank and he couldn't help but trembled. He raised his palm slightly: "The promise of alchemy...?"

"You are Tu..."

Reverend Yuyan immediately shut up, and then burst out laughing, his joy was beyond words: "I knew it, I knew you didn't die so easily!"

At that time, I only saw the body left by Tu Shanjun that performed the Ninjutsu.

In fact, he knew a little about Tu Shanjun's situation.

Tu Shanjun was living by means similar to seizing the house, so how could he die so easily.

At that time, he felt that Tu Shanjun would not die so easily.

However, after the news of Tu Shan Jinghong came, he waited for more than ten years, and there was no news for more than ten years. The real Yuyan, who was a little suspicious at first, really thought that Tu Shanjun was dead, instead of hiding.

He wanted to take the medicinal materials and leave Xiaohuangyu to go to the Eastern Desolate Territory to find an alchemist, but because there was no one in Yangcheng, after he left Xiaohuangyu, if he died outside, he would not be able to bring back his inheritance and magic weapons.

Reverend Yuyan thought about whether to rely on his own strength to fight against Lei Jie in a desperate fight.

"did not expect."

"I didn't expect it!"

"Hahaha...haha, the sky is endless, I am Zi Daoxu."

Master Meteor Yan raised his head and laughed.

He originally thought that he would end up alone in this foreign land and never have the chance to return to the great land of the Eastern Desolation in his whole life, but he never thought that there is no unparalleled road, and the hope that had long been extinguished was rekindled.

Even though he didn't know what kind of relationship the devil had with Zi Daoxu, the old monster Xuan Sha couldn't care less.

This attack must have been the full strength of the ancestor, as long as the spirit treasure was used to pin the devil's head, the soul banner would fall back into his hands.

"puff."

The blood from the tip of Xuan Sha's tongue turned into a blood mist and fell on the sharp gun head, as if the gun head had come alive, exuding terrifying pressure.

Tu Shanjun's spiritual sense caught Xuansha's movements, he is not afraid of any magic weapon now, but he is afraid of Lingbao, Lingbao can tear through the defense of Zhengang, although it can't pierce the soul banner, it can destroy his body.

Without the support of the body, there is no magic power to activate the Lingbao.

When he was terrified, he couldn't help but speed up his escape speed a little bit, and he shook the soul flag with all his strength to cast the magic shield.

He hurriedly shouted: "Stop fucking laughing! It's important to save your life."

Master Yuyan chatted and laughed: "Hey, don't worry."

"The old thing has been buried in the ground, even if he manipulates the Lingbao, it won't put your life in danger."

The old thing in Yuyan's mouth is obviously not referring to the old monster Xuansha, and he didn't hold back his hands while speaking, and the sincerity in his body turned into a mighty heat and swept all directions.

When the boxing frame was opened, the jade ring fingers on his two thumbs manifested in real form, and all five fingers appeared jade rings, and the jade rings connected together turned into fist gloves.

The coercive display of the ultimate magic weapon.

"call."

Reverend Yuyan breathed out a breath, and threw out a fist, the fist was like the sun, and Hao Guang filled the world with golden light.

"Sun Flame Precious Art."

The fist is like an arrow, and the extreme power of Yang Yan and true intention are intertwined to swallow the Lingbaolonglance.

boom!
The violent aftermath impacted out, and all the surrounding clouds and accumulated fog were swept away, and the grass and trees on the ground were smashed into coke and turned into fly ash.

Nourishing.

A trace of blood flowed out from the corner of Reverend Yuyan's mouth, which was evaporated by the hot breath around him. Standing proudly above the formation, he glanced at him. Reverend Yuyan said softly, "The Bone-Bound Dragon Spear is well-deserved!"

　There is one more, half an hour.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)