I am the main soul in the soul banner

The two quickly distanced themselves.

Venerable Fuyao, who was wearing Yuncheng's robe, passed by from the corner of his eye.

In his opinion, even if a middle-stage Nascent Soul possesses such a treasure, it is nothing more than a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

You can suppress it with a flip of your hand, and take away the treasure that is suspected to be the birth tool spirit.

There is still a big difference between the soul of the soul banner and the spirit of the weapon. Like the great master of the peak, the breath is round and the inspiration is bursting. It doesn't feel like the soul of the ordinary soul banner magic weapon.

Of course, mere suspicion is enough for him to pay attention to it. It is said that all the treasures that give birth to spirits are powerful without exception, and as long as they are obtained, they can completely distance themselves from Chuiyun.

Not to mention the value of such a heavy treasure itself.

It is said that the treasure that gave birth to the spirit of Qi contains the secret of becoming a fairy.

Although no one has confirmed this, every monk in charge of the treasure is an amazingly talented person, and has left a strong mark in the world of practice.

When such a treasure is in the world, shouldn't it be handled by a virtuous person?

How can we let the artifact be dusted and cast on others by mistake?

But in Xingluohai, Mr. Donghai disappeared, and the news of his death was only suppressed, so there was only one competitor left.

There was a flash of light in Fuyao Venerable's eyes, but he restrained and suppressed it, returning to the deep and indifferent in the past, but the locked spiritual consciousness did not relax at all, instead brushed it over and over again, turned back over and over again, Seeing that Chuiyun reacted similarly to him, he asked, "What are you returning?"

"And why are you retreating?" Chui Yun, with his sleeves in his hands, tilted his head slightly.

Gujing Wubo's eyes were full of waves.

Raise your hand and gently shake it to hold out a small tripod.

The water in the tripod is rippling.

Flipping the palm, the small tripod turned into a big tripod in the wind, flowers, birds, fish and insects raced across the tripod to paint the blue sky, but above the blue sky there was a huge monster, like a fish and like a bird, which came out of the tripod and stagnated The strange big thing on the tripod wall slowly moved, as if it was swimming in the vast sea, or it seemed to be flying in the sky.

But in an instant, that phantom had completely enveloped the sky.

The sky-covering wings slowly gathered together, grabbing a piece of sky.

Venerable Fuyao looked awe-inspiring, and said loudly: "The Tuntian Cauldron forged with the body of a Kunpeng is indeed a rare and powerful Taoist soldier in the world." His face did not show much fear. Crutches, crutches are like a mysterious creature, stretching its waist and stretching its body.

The grotesquely curved cane was straight, and the bark-like dry and cracked stone armor covering it fell off, replaced by golden and tiny scales and feathers.

Shake.

The end of the 'crutch' suddenly opened its fangs like a terrifying monster, forming two forks.

Two forks and one short.

Accompanied by the fragmented feathers attached to the main pole, they converged to the long and short points, and quickly condensed into a complete blade.Venerable Fuyao stretched out his hand to hold the long saber, and pulled out the saber smoothly.

"However, my Tianpeng Saber takes Kunpeng's spinal column and condenses the feathers, and picks the sky's green gold essence. Just these [-] feathers..."

Venerable Chuiyun focused his eyes on the blade of Tianpeng.

Immediately, he took a sarcasm at Venerable Fuyao who was still sighing and bragging: "Is it yours?"

"Why not."

"This is the treasure of the sect."

"Sect?"

"Which sect?"

Fuyao, who looked a little old, chuckled, as if he didn't realize Chuiyun's questioning, with a puzzled look on his face: "Tianpengzong?"

Chuiyun looked solemn, and said with a sneer, "What? Have you even forgotten your ancestors? You insist on pointing it out."

Venerable Fuyao was not impatient at all, instead he said with a faint smile: "Since they are all inherited from the sect, and I am a cultivator of the sect, the Tianpeng Saber is originally a magic weapon of my lineage, so it is natural for me to wield it." It couldn't be better, senior brother, why are you so brooding about it?"

Then he turned his gaze to the big banner fluttering behind Taiyi, and said: "Treasures in the world are home to those who are virtuous, since senior brother claims to be a direct descendant of the sect, then I will give the sect's Kunpeng inheritance to senior brother, and senior brother can take it himself. "As he spoke, he made a gesture of invitation, and looked at the ancient ruins in the Youhun Sea.

How many people are buried in the ancient ruins and how many people know.

At least, as Chuiyun who experienced that battle back then, he always firmly believed that his path was right.

Kun is Kun, and Peng is Peng. Even if they are separated, they are not enough to be called Kunpeng. It is just because of the development of the two paths that the sect's philosophies are in opposition.

Hanging Cloud gazed with all his might.

His eye sockets suddenly turned red.

Even a genius like him can't get through the original road from scratch, which is why there are two branches of the sect, Kunyun and Tianpeng. Compared with Tianjiao, this undoubtedly simplifies the road and allows More 'ordinary' monks embark on this path.Although he is not an ordinary person at all in the eyes of ordinary monks.

Is Kunpeng inheritance still important?

Naturally, it is extremely important, but just putting the inheritance there will not cause any big impact, and the person in front of him, the soul flag that gave birth to the spirit of the weapon, is a real treasure that can improve his strength. If you get it, the balance between the two is bound to break.

In the same way, as long as he can get the soul banner, his strength will also be improved.

The two Venerables Tayunxuankong were very gunpowder at this time. If the atmosphere just now was very delicate, then there is a kind of calm and depression before the storm.

Their eyes have moved away from their respective bodies, and they looked at Taiyi again.

Taiyi sits cross-legged on the clouds, there is absolutely no need for him to cast any spells of Yukong.

Pinching the seal method, chanting words in his mouth, accompanied by his fingers one after another, piercing into the magic circle in front of him, the golden and red lines of the main pole of the soul banner standing behind him are connected in series, and the banner cloth is raised, like a veil The picture scroll of the sky covering the sun.

The boundless evil spirit rolled like a wild waterfall.

And the soul banner surrounding it is like a black dragon, hesitating endlessly while rolling.

Black clouds filled the sky, blue-faced and long-fanged ones rushed out, opening their bloody mouths to absorb the boundless evil spirit for the soul banner.

Taiyi also raised his head to look at the two venerables, with a slightly nervous expression on his face. He didn't know if he could make it this time, after all, Tu Shanjun guessed that the evil spirit of Youhunhai was not enough.

However, looking at the earth-shaped ruins below, Taiyi felt that it might be barely enough.

I just don't know whether to cross the catastrophe or not. It is said that many powerful treasures will attract a powerful catastrophe when they are formed. Maybe God thinks that such treasures should not exist, or they are strong enough to arouse the resonance of heaven and earth.

he does not know.

Facing the two venerables, it is not the time to think so much.

All he can do is to calm down as much as possible, and calmly look at this rather unexpected weapon refining with the eyes of his master weapon refining master.As long as you can control the soul banner to guide the evil spirit here, and refine it into a weapon of transformation, there is a way to break the situation.

Taiyi's half-closed eyes opened suddenly, and a light flashed in them.

At this moment, it was a matter of course for him to cultivate into the late Nascent Soul and become a Dazhenjun.

But there was no surprise on his face.The improvement of this level of realm is nothing more than hard work, as long as you accumulate slowly, you will be able to achieve it one day.

Thanks to the power of Yinhun Pill, many years of time are saved.Otherwise, relying on this body, it might be very difficult to become the Great True Monarch in such a short period of time.

He also felt the bottleneck.

Dazhenjun is already the limit of this body.

Unless he can go further out of his own way like Tu Shanjun did.

But this is obviously impossible.

Who can be enlightened twice in the same realm?And every time there is a different harvest, and it is fed back to one's own strength.Taiyi feels that he is not without talent, but compared with Tu Shanjun, he is still far inferior.

Tu Shanjun seemed to be aware of it and turned around from the corner of his eye.

He didn't know what Taiyi was thinking.The most urgent task is how to make use of the evil spirit of the ghost sea to become a Taoist soldier.

In the Ruins of No Shore, Lord Donghai's Yang God is indeed extremely weak, but this is not something he can simply break down.The fastest way is undoubtedly like the old monster Jing, let go of the soul flag and force the Venerable Yang God to enter.

At that time, he was still in the Golden Core realm, and the old monster Jing forced his way in, causing the soul flag to be damaged. If it wasn't for the follow-up repairs, there would have been a big problem.

"Alas?"

Venerable Fuyao laughed loudly, stroked his beard and sighed: "Breakthrough before the battle. You can think calmly in such a situation, and even break through the realm, you are really extraordinary."

As he spoke, he raised the Tianpeng Saber in his hand, and looked into the distance: "The treasure has also reached a critical moment of transformation. Since this ghost sea is not strong enough, let me help you!"

As he spoke, he slowly raised the long knife in his hand.

Stimulated by mana, the blade shines like a pillar soaring into the sky.

Thousands of miles of mist, clouds and rays of light were all radiant, and under the knife slashed by Venerable Fuyao, a long and narrow daylight gap appeared in the sky, which could not be healed for a long time.

The boundless sea was calm, as if it was just a breeze blowing past.

No one knows that the Venerable has already made a move just now.

Taiyi started to search with his spiritual sense in astonishment, but his spiritual sense did not catch any useful information for him. On the contrary, his doubts aggravated a lot.

Venerable Chuiyun watched indifferently. In his eyes, this knife was nothing worthy of praise, but it was just an ordinary performance of the Venerable.

It just made him a little surprised, but the Qi Ling standing in front of the formation quickly resisted.Although this resistance seems to diverge from Venerable Fuyao's saber light.

"This is the potential of the heavy treasure weapon spirit?"

……

Tu Shanjun's face was dignified, but this trick was a display of His Majesty's means.

It was obviously just like a breeze passing through, but in fact, the sea had already set off a stormy sea, and the fish, shrimp, turtles and turtles were strangled by that ray of light and turned into blood stains, and then they took advantage of the wind and merged into the boundless evil spirit above.

This knife seems to have cut a new world.

No, he doesn't need a knife, he can use any weapon, even his own fist.

This is His Holiness' control over heaven and earth.

In the sky where the Venerable is, any living beings who want to die will die, and those who don’t want to die will not die.

Venerable Fuyao used the Tianpeng Saber only because it was his Taoist soldier. Even such a powerful monk needed treasures by his side, because they were not facing weak ones, but beings of the same level or even stronger.

Tu Shanjun felt the flow of nature, his eyes were full of gloomy and heavy.

Compared with the Venerable's transcendent means, the small world he created with mana is like a piece of paper.

Gently poke.

It will break a big hole.

This is the gap in the realm.

Two later.