I am the main soul in the soul banner

"Sir, what shall we do?"

"Wait."

"Wait?"

As soon as the devil uttered two words, he saw a cold light coming across him. He immediately closed his mouth and muttered, "Just wait."

There is no other way, the venerables outside the spirit boat are holding each other, how can he interfere.

It would be fine if he had mana in his body, but now that he was a slave, he could save a little mana, and it would not take long to reach the peak of the golden core, and it was not enough to stimulate the protective energy to resist the venerable's spells.

The steward of Ling Zhou was shocked and quickly burned the magic talisman in his sleeve.

The spirit boat in the ancient fairy tower should have been unimpeded, not to mention ordinary monks, even the elders of the sect would not dare to stop it.

However, facing the Venerable, they had to stop. They didn't even dare to open the defensive magic circle of the spirit boat.

Fortunately, it is not far from the ancient city, and you can even see the outline of the city when you look over it.

Just worrying in my heart, maybe the shopkeeper of Xianlou can't do anything when he finds out about this matter, everything depends on His Holiness' wishes.

What surprised the steward was that he had not heard of the prestige of the white-robed venerable, but the venerable Chuiyun had long been famous in the stars, and after the merger of the two sects, the reputation of the venerable Chuiyun even reached a pinnacle.

No one ever climbed this mountain again.

Looking at the black-robed Taoist standing on the deck, the steward still didn't rush over to inquire.

At this time, those who don't hide far away are because their legs are weak, so how can they ask questions knowingly.

Didn't look at the Taiyi Patriarch himself as a clay Bodhisattva crossing the river.

Why go to muddy water.

Tu Shanjun took off the wine gourd from his waist, and said with a bright smile: "Don't wait, why don't you intervene? My slave's mana is not enough, where should I find the remaining mana?"

"Otherwise, if you come to hold the banner, let the master and I show off our supernatural power. Maybe there are all ghost kings in the ten directions, and we can really get involved."

The devil immediately put on an unnatural laugh: "You can't be driven by such a small piece of flesh and bones."

The topic changed: "Master, you are much more cheerful."

"Always learn to have fun while suffering."

"Yes Yes."

"Master, you are cheerful, and your mood is also good when you are in a small mood."

The devil wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

It doesn't know whether it is the devil itself or the person in front of it is the devil.The old devil was so moody that he, the servant, trembled and shivered for no reason.

The old devil was really not joking just now.

It felt that if its own cultivation was not too low, any peak Nascent Soul would have to be arrested and made a slave.

Faced with this crisis that is out of his control, the old devil's first thought must be to improve his own strength.Fortunately, it has the foresight and never takes the initiative to improve its cultivation.

Just kidding here.

the other side.

Venerable Taihua still looked calm.

With a light swipe of the finger, the spirit boat 'swimmed' away from the two of them like a fish submerged in the water.

"Fellow Taoist, are you so ignorant of good and evil?" Venerable Chuiyun sighed.

He didn't stop him, but his eyes became more and more determined: "I practiced at a young age, my talent was not number one, my luck was not good, and I couldn't even comprehend the inheritance of my ancestors. , and eventually become a Kunpeng."

The golden Tianpeng knife made a rustling sound.

It's like some ethereal creature neighing, more like scales and feathers overlapping and vibrating.

When Chuiyun's voice fell and he raised the Tianpeng knife, a black gold roc emerged with the long knife, gently vibrating its wings, and the black gold iron claws tore open the small world in front of it.

Wave again.

The black golden roc turned into starlight feathers and draped over Venerable Chuiyun's body.

"Maybe this is the only chance I have in this life. My talent is not good, so I need a clear 'Tao' and guidance."

Chuiyun lightly knocked on the Heaven-Tuning Cauldron under his feet, and when the Heaven-Tuning Cauldron carved with flowers, birds, fish and insects shook, water waves poured out, and a giant figure jumped out of the ripples.

A huge phantom of Lingyou shrouded the sky, and with the resounding sound in the sky, the figure of Lingyou Kun also turned into scattered stars.

Even the big cauldron under his feet turned into a lapis lazuli liquid to cling to, and it couldn't be turned into a simple piece of armor in an instant.

"I know you have a history, and I have seen Taiyi's methods."

"The Thunder Talisman kills people, and even the middle stage of transformation can't resist it, but I have to try."

Chuiyun raised the Tianpeng knife in his hand and pointed it at Taihua, who was standing on the clouds and stuck in the sky.

The blade whistled.

A roc with the head of a giant kun in the soul spread its wings, and its figure was proud, covering the sky and the sun, as if the entire sky was carried by that giant, surrounded by clouds.

It was just a slight swing of the tail, which immediately stirred up tens of thousands of waves.

It was at this time that the blue sky and the sea of ​​stars became one color.

"Unreal world."

The more he tried to figure out the Venerable's move, the more Tu Shanjun was able to recognize the realm.

No wonder the ancients summed up the two realms of Yuanying and Huashen into one.

The Venerable is the great achievement of the Nascent Soul, and the phantom behind it is the display of the true meaning, and combined with the use of the heaven and earth, a small world controlled by the Venerable is formed.

If the difference in realm is a little smaller, there is still the possibility of leapfrog fighting.

Even in the mid-stage of Transformation God, he can contend, but Chuiyun has already reached the late stage of cultivation.

Although it is just a small realm, it is actually a qualitative change.

Just like the Dazhenjun and the normal Nascent Soul, the gap between them is huge.

What's more, Chuiyun also refined the inheritance to obtain the phantom of the Kunpeng. One look at this inheritance and you can tell that it is extraordinary, and I'm afraid it will not be inferior to ordinary geniuses.

At this time, the look at Venerable Taihua inevitably hesitated.

Taiyi Ascension to Immortal Sect must have a lot of origins, but no one knows the specific strength unless it is really done.

Not all monks with backgrounds are strong. After all, geniuses are a minority, and most of them are mediocre monks.

You can't always place your hopes on the Zongmen's cards.

No matter how big the family is, they can't stand such a defeat.Taiyi only used his hole cards when he had no choice, otherwise he would have kept them forever.

"Sir, why don't we run away?" The devil swallowed hard.

"It's a good strategy."

"It's just wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"I am afraid of death, but I may not necessarily die. You are not afraid of death, but you may die."

"What the hell."

The devil curled his lips and rolled his eyes, and then he turned the corner.

So that's what the old devil said.

Once they escaped, Venerable Chuiyun must have struck hard, and the slave's body would be shattered, and the old devil would return to the soul banner, but it would suffer for no reason. I lost my life.

If you say you are not afraid of death, who is really not afraid?
So no more words, just secretly praying that Taihua would be better.

Venerable Taihua stepped out in the air.

Su Yue's silver light spewed out from the gap in the ancient sword behind her like a haze, instantly dyeing the sky white.

Keng!
The ancient sword was unsheathed.

You Long's anger resounded resoundingly.

The feet of the white-robed monk had turned into a long black iron ridge, and a bright full moon hung over the ridge, spreading out like a huge disc to fill the entire sky.

The monk walked on the ridge, and the slowly rising moon behind him faded away, revealing an illusory woman dancing against the background.

sword dance.

The full moon occupies most of the small world.

As the sword finger formed a seal, thousands of lights condensed into surging sword energy, which was not like sword energy, but more like the drizzle in early spring, gathering like smoke on the Thorn Ridge.

The misty rain in the desert rises to the bright moon, and the monks in Thorny Ridge walk alone.

Taihua raised the ancient sword in his hand, and cut out clouds of smoke under the dancing moon shadow.

The boundless sword energy tore away the cloud light carried by Kunpeng above.

Venerable Chuiyun's eyes froze suddenly.

Just a fight.

It was just a temptation of the sky and the sea, but it was damaged by the slash of the white-robed monk. It would be fine if he had activated his magical powers, but it didn't. It was just a light slash, as if he had swung thousands of times The same proficiency, but also such an understatement, but it happened to disintegrate his temptation.

He may have underestimated this person's strength.

"Whale herding at sea!"

Without hesitation, he completely unfolded his own small world, and the whole small world seemed to become a vast ocean, and the phantom of Kunpeng changed from horizontal to vertical.

Accompanied by the sacrifice of the golden claw, the water mist condensed into an ice blade in mid-air and collided with the incoming boundless sword energy.

……

The Golden Core cultivator of the Ancient Immortal Tower roared, "Open the spirit boat defense circle."

Now he can't care about whether the formation will attract the Venerable's attention. If the formation is not activated, most of the monks on the spirit boat will die in the aftermath of this battle.

Even a Jindan real person like him would be seriously injured by the aftermath of the Venerable's battle.

"Why hasn't the rescue from Xianlou come?" Jindan cultivator gritted his teeth and turned back to control.

The people on the deck were the first to feel it, but they didn't know where to hide. The spirit boat is such a big place, even if the formation is raised, it probably won't last long.

It is better to stay on the deck honestly if you have time to hide. At any rate, most of the coercion is not on them.

Thinking of this, only Mo Ji, who had established his foundation, quietly glanced at the black-robed Taoist beside him.

He felt that the closer he was to the black-robed Taoist, the less coercion he would bear. On the contrary, the farther away he would be, the stronger the coercion would be.

But there is a limit, until he is five steps away from the black-robed Taoist, he can no longer walk.

He hadn't felt the terror of the great monk until now.

Grandmaster Jindan is already a powerful monk to him, and it is generally impossible to get in touch with the ancestor of Yuanying, let alone the so-called venerable. Mo Ji even always regards the venerable of Xingluo as a legend, because he It was the first time to see Yuanying Patriarch after living such a big age.

bang.

The large spirit boat of Guxian Tower is like a flat boat on the sea, which is rounded and flattened by the waves.

Even if the formation is stretched, it can only barely stabilize the figure.

If it weren't for the huge size of the spirit boat, it might be blown away by the collision of magic spells.

A layer of pale mist flashed in front of him.

Tu Shanjun looked up at the sky, and the suspicion in his eyes receded.

If Tai Huaneng came here alone, he must have crossed the Eastern Desolation Barrier.

To be able to shuttle between great realms, could it be someone with great supernatural powers.

He shouldn't doubt Taihua's strength.

"bass."

A cloud of mist flew away.

Venerable Chuiyun wiped his cheeks, it was warm.

The devil was overjoyed and said, "Did you win?"