I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 512
"is it?"

"The Wuming Xiaozong is the Wuming Xiaozong, and I, Tianyang Shenzong, will never include it." Yang Zongchen smiled contemptuously, pressed the sun wheel falsely, and the wide wheel of the body guard turned slowly, and the small round wheel recalled by him The wheel was quickly shot.

"Yang Yan!"

"Scorching Flame Dividing Metal Technique."

bang.

The fire phoenix opened its mouth and screamed, and a sea of ​​fire gushed out from it, and the tiny golden flame seemed to blend into a ball with the surrounding air, pervasive.

Even the puppet wild dogs controlled by Zhenjun Taiyi, whose bodies are comparable to top-grade magic weapons, are not as flexible as before when facing such flames.

Taiyi Zhenjun's eyes narrowed, and he murmured softly: "I have long heard that the phoenix fire of Tianyang Shenzong is the most powerful flame in the world. I didn't expect that meeting is more famous, so I can use it with all my strength."

"Back."

Zhenjun Taiyi, who was sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform, waved his hand, and the group of wild dogs immediately returned to the edge of Liuhe under his seat, and then the edge made a sound of Chi, and the thick mist escaped from it.

"Want to run?!" Yang Zongchen snorted coldly.

Pressing the sun wheel with one hand, the sun wheel instantly tore away the heavy fog in front of him, the dazzling golden light was more dazzling than the sun, and it appeared in front of Zhenjun Taiyi in an instant.

Yang Zongchen turned the seal in his hand, and the aura of the sun rose again. He cut open the body shield of Zhenjun Taiyi, and when he was about to take off Zhenjun Taiyi's head, a palm suddenly appeared.

The iron hand was like a lock, and it grabbed the sun wheel that seemed to be motionless but could not be distinguished by the naked eye.

The sound of cutting gold and iron kept ringing, but the palm didn't shake in the slightest.

Yang Zongchen was shocked, and the imprint of both hands changed rapidly: "Sunlun Tianyang, hurry!" The raging flames around the sunlun turned into knives, and then formed a wheel shape, and when it was as big as it wanted, it broke away from the bondage of the palm.

The sun wheel returned to his side, Yang Zongchen slapped his palm to disperse the mist in all directions, and only then did he see the whole picture of the thing.The pupils shrank suddenly, showing a shocked expression, and said in surprise: "Tianji puppet?"

True Monarch Taiyi smiled disdainfully and said, "What are heavenly secret puppets?"

As he spoke, he stared at the puppet in front of him.

The stature is not tall, and there are no fancy decorations.

The overall look is like an old farmer in coarse linen.

All the exposed skin is covered with scars caused by unknown things, but even so, it is impossible to underestimate the coercion of this puppet.

"Old buddy, I'm going to trouble you again." Taiyi Zhenjun sighed, if the small wasteland was not too barren, he would have been able to restore the old buddy completely, and at that time there would be no need to entangle with the monks of Tianyang Sect.

The old farmer in sackcloth didn't say anything. He opened his hand and held it in the air. He held a large and thick sword made of copper coins in his hand. The horizontal sword was in front of him.

"Another spirit treasure?" Yang Zongchen only felt the sharp pain in his back molars.

A blink of an eye.

The group of wild dogs has receded, and now there is a mysterious puppet whose body is strong enough to touch the sun, and whose specific strength is unknown.

The so-called Tianji puppet is a mechanism puppet that has been born with intelligence, and can continuously learn magic skills and fighting skills until it becomes a master.

Yang Zongchen had only seen this kind of thing once, and now it was the second time.

What's even more hateful is that this puppet is still holding a Lingbao copper coin sword.

It was too late and then too soon, when the sun wheel bodyguard came back, the old farmer in sackcloth had already come out to kill Yang Zongchen.

Yang Zongchen urged the ring wheel and the sun wheel to resist.

boom!
Yang Zongchen felt his viscera move a little bit from the strength of the double-wheel countershock, and his mouth became a little more fishy and sweet.

The epee has no sharp edge, and it does not work well.

That Wanjun's strength was like a big mountain falling heavily on his shoulders, even monks in the mid-Yuanying stage were willing to bow down when faced with such strength.

The one who exerted such strength was still a puppet, not afraid of the fatigue caused by such strength at all.

"what!"

Yang Zongchen made a seal while screaming: "Tianyang Wuzhao!"

The technique is about to be completed.

Boom, buzz!
The deafening sound waves pierced into his ears, making his body slightly stiff, and even Nascent Soul and Yin God seemed to be in a daze, not because they couldn't move, but because they completely forgot what they should do just now.

This also caused his body to be unable to use mana.

There is no way to activate the supernatural powers that have already been sealed through mana.

"What's the sound?" Yang Zongchen looked slightly sideways, and it turned out to be the bell, the bronze bell in Zhenjun Taiyi's hand.The spirit treasure had appeared long ago but hadn't been used. It turned out that he was waiting for this moment.

The sound of the bell not only deters the mind, but also affects the luck of the eight meridians of his body.

At this time, he even saw the smile that Zhenjun Taiyi had been hanging on all the time, as if he was saying to him: "But that's it. The so-called genius of Tianyang Shenzong is nothing at all."

Do you disdain?
In fact, Zhenjun Taiyi really didn't have such emotions, he just calmly displayed what he had learned.

The old farmer in sackcloth appeared in front of Yang Zongchen with a huge sword in his hand. Most of his disfigured face was pitch black, only his eyes were shining brightly, and the huge copper coin sword in his hand had already fallen.

Bang.

The ring wheel and the round wheel stood in front of Yang Zongchen.

But with such a momentary loss of consciousness, the so-called time is already too late.Even with the sun protection, it was smashed out heavily, but the golden blood splashed in the air and evaporated into raging flames.

Yang Zongchen, who fell like a kite with a broken string, turned into a ball of dazzling light in the air, and his body turned into a beam of light and penetrated into the clouds beside him.Its escaping speed was so fast that even True Lord Taiyi couldn't catch it with naked eyes.

However, the beam of light projected by the precious mirror hanging above Zhenjun Taiyi's head quickly found Yang Zongchen who was hiding in the cloud.

rather say.

Even if he used the evasion technique, he would have been firmly captured by the precious mirror.

"Cheat, cheat!"

"Sneak attack."

Yang Zongchen yelled, he had already used the secret technique to escape light and hide himself, but he didn't expect that person to be vigilant and search, the spirit treasure above his head locked him from the beginning to the end.

"It's a dog!"

He also didn't care about the demeanor of the big monk, because the old farmer holding the giant sword of copper coins came up again.

The strength of the puppet is extraordinary, the sun wheel can't cut through the surface and damage the internal core components, and the fire, phoenix and sun flames can't affect the transmission between parts without getting close and lasting for a long time.

This was definitely the most embarrassing battle Yang Zongchen had fought since he became a great monk of Yuanying. He couldn't even get close to that person, and his spells and spirit treasures couldn't shake the iron lump in front of him.

In addition, Zhenjun Taiyi used the mirror to lock his figure, and knocked the bronze bell to affect his mind and mana.Only [-]% to [-]% of a body's strength is exerted, and there is no way to do it with all its strength.

"Sneak attack?"

True Monarch Taiyi sneered and said, "I am not as clear as fellow daoist. If I hadn't been prepared, I would have died under the flames of fellow daoist."

He felt palpitations just thinking about it.

If Tu Shanjun didn't come back to help, his body protection spirit treasure might be activated, but the best effect would be immortality.

At that time, there is no strength to fight this person again.Cultivators like them cannot display their full strength without preparing all their own things.

Zhenjun Taiyi also didn't want to have too much entanglement with Tianyang Shenzong, especially since this person was still in the middle stage of Yuanying, he might be able to gain the upper hand for a while, but he couldn't kill him.

Then he said loudly: "Fellow Daoists, if you are interested, you should leave quickly, or today will be the memorial day for Fellow Daoists."

"Don't be ignorant of good and evil."

Yang Zongchen was furious, when had he been insulted like this, even if he couldn't kill the great master of alchemy today, he had to kill the cripple in front of him with injuries.

Immediately said: "It's you who don't know good and bad, don't think I can't see it, you are dragging your injuries to fight with me, I don't believe you can last that long."

Even when he is really weak, he can use his evasion technique to leave, and he is not afraid of a long battle at all.

Moreover, he said he didn't care about that alchemy master, but in fact Yang Zongchen still paid attention to that person's battle. If there is a chance, he still wants to cut off this alchemy master.

I don't know if I don't see it, I'm startled when I see it.

The ancestor of the blood evil sect was completely suppressed by the top-horned monk at this time, Yang Zongchen scolded angrily: "Trash! You can't even beat a stinky alchemist, and you have the nerve to call yourself some kind of demon sect that is overwhelming in a small wasteland. "

Then he turned his eyes and thought, maybe he can't pry the iron lump holding the giant sword, maybe he can find a way to get close to Taiyi Zhenjun and solve all the problems from the source.

While Yang Zongchen was paying attention to Tu Shanjun's fight, Zhenjun Taiyi also looked away.

I see.

Tu Shanjun held the Zunhun Banner with one hand, and the aura around him rose wildly, completely suppressing the old man in rags from the Blood Fiend Sect.As more and more ghosts from the blood evil sect monks were collected by the soul banner, the old man in rags no longer had the help of demonic energy.

At this moment, the old man in rags also panicked, turned around and fled without saying a word, not intending to continue to resist at all.

He didn't have any sense of belonging to the sect. If he hadn't been able to perfect his magic skills through the "filial son and grandson", he wouldn't have stayed to fight such a monster.

Seeing that they are no longer opponents, how can they continue, don't they think that their life is too long.

"Floating for two moments!"

The old man in ragged clothes was horrified to find that the invisible monk who should have been dumped by him had appeared beside him, and the mace in his hand was raised high and dropped.

He could even hear the sound of Lingbao piercing flesh.

Blood spit out.

The old man sacrificed the Nascent Soul and the Yin God without hesitation, and shouted: "Fellow Daoist, wait a moment, I have the power of the Heavenly Demon God to become enlightened..."

"Soul swallowing."

"True meaning!"

It's just that this move is in line with Tu Shanjun's intention.

If it was other monks, there might be no way to stop the fellow monks from escaping, but Tu Shanjun was different, the Zunhun Banner absorbed Yuanying and Yinshen, and he himself had the true meaning of swallowing souls.

There was no way for monks of the same level to escape in front of him.

"No!"

The old man in rags hurriedly separated Yinshen and Yuanying and let them flee in two directions. However, he still watched helplessly as the black and red banners enveloped him, and what greeted him was darkness.

(End of this chapter)