Pure Yang Sword Sovereign

Chapter 745 Chapter Seventy-two Eight

The five Xuanyin patriarchs each had their own ulterior motives, but their goals converged. They seized the innate spiritual roots and killed Mu Qingfeng and Yue Qingming. Therefore, they had no reservations, they were all aggressive moves, and they never flinched. The five patriarchs actually had a tacit understanding, advancing and retreating, avoiding and avoiding are all like gods.

However, Mu Qingfeng groaned secretly. He controlled the Shenmu Flying Sword and tried his best to draw with Yinzu, not to mention Helian Wudi and Yeqi Patriarch, not to mention the two accomplices Guiling and Gabo , The pressure he endured at all times is unimaginably great, and the true energy in his body is rushing freely, almost overflowing his body!
Yue Qingming's primordial spirit was silent, blended with the spirit root, adjusted the veins, released a blue brilliance, and protected Mu Qingfeng and the spirit root body.But the five Xuanyin patriarchs attacked like a wave, punching to the flesh, and every time they hit the weak point of their true energy, it made him very sad, but after dozens of rounds, the protective brilliance of Yimu Linggen had been forced to reduce to Within one foot, the brilliance became more concentrated and unstoppable. At such a point, Yimu Linggen's true energy was boiling, and all the cards were played. Even if the five Xuanyin ancestors flew up and down and used endless tricks, they would never be able to catch them in a hurry. Difficult to break.

Ling Chong Yinshen watched with relish, and only by chance and coincidence could he observe such a battle of longevity series so closely.After all, if any of the patriarchs strike casually, Ling Chong's life will be lost, which can be described as a near-death situation.The five ancestors fought like a horse watching flowers. In Ling Chong's eyes, every move, every sword technique, every retraction and release, contained infinite mysteries. .

Mu Qingfeng forced back the river transformed by the Jiuqu Jiuquan map with a sword, and his heart was ruthless: "At worst, I will die, or go to the underworld to hide, I don't believe they dare to take the risk of offending the great Bodhisattva!" A thought communicated with Yue Qingming Under the circumstances, turn the Yimu spirit root, and the green fire will rush to the underworld!
Helian Wudi noticed it first, and the Zhenxuan Cauldron spun in vain, and then came first, rushing in halfway, intending to block Yimu Linggen.Mu Qingfeng's eyes were tearing apart, he still had a chance to break into the underworld, if he was stopped by Helian Wudi, I'm afraid the two brothers and sisters would be robbed here today, the Shenmu Feijian suddenly shrank into a long thin line , weightless, floated towards Zhenxuan Ding.Helian Wudi's eyes were fixed, Mu Qingfeng hid it very deeply, and actually forbeared until now to use the trick of refining the sword into silk. With all his gamble, he might be able to hurt the real body of the Zhenxuan Cauldron. This treasure is inherited by Jiuyoumen It is a treasure that cannot be lost. After thinking twice, I still took back the tripod and barely got out of the way.

Mu Qingfeng was overjoyed, and was about to bravely go forward, Yeqi Patriarch laughed, and stepped forward, not dodging or dodging, letting the sword thread fall on Bai Guzhen's body, suddenly sparks burst out, evil fire clustered, The bones of the Yasha clan are in a class of their own, they are extremely strong, the essence of the sword silk is wood, not metal, so there is nothing they can do about it.

Just so slowly, the road ahead was cut off, and the ancestors of Xuanyin surrounded themselves with clamor. The great Bodhisattva begged for help, and the Bodhisattva would never sit idly by.As for the embarrassing thing of the Taoist patriarch lying down to Buddhism, how can he care about it at the time of life and death?
Mutations happen!The Taoist Shenmu finally couldn't hold back his strike, a stream of green fire flew over, and the light of the Shenmu Flying Sword swelled with a single finger. He tried to escape with his feet, but a deep cut was made on his shoulder blade by the sword wire!

Yue Qingming was manipulating the Yimu Spiritual Root, when suddenly he felt a cold and unfamiliar thought rushing in, gently shaking and picking, expelling his primordial spirit from the spiritual root, Yue Qingming's Dao Heart suddenly turned upside down, lost Controlling the Yimu spiritual root is undoubtedly a catastrophe. The soul is like a headless chicken, hurriedly trying to get into the spiritual root again, but it is rejected by a layer of seemingly thin but incomparably strong aura.

"Strange! Only those who have practiced Taoism on this island can control Yimu Linggen freely. How did that person do it? Could it be..." Yue Qingming had countless thoughts in his mind, and the most absurd idea just popped up. Then I felt that the spiritual root of Yimu was full of inspiration, and countless phantoms appeared in the swaying crown of the tree, as if there was an infinitely powerful Hercules, holding the root of the spiritual root with one hand, and violently shaking it!
The spiritual root seemed to be shaken by an invisible big hand, and it was used as an ordinary stick. Countless phantoms were generated, surging like a tide, and attacking the demon ancestors!Helian Wudi was horrified, and fled in a hurry. The Zhenxuan Cauldron was controlled a little slowly, and the root of the eating spirit hit it, and there was a loud noise, but he didn't know where he was stabbed!Helian Wudi didn't care about making a move, so he hurriedly searched for it, and finally found it hundreds of thousands of miles away. There was actually a small piece sunken in the body of the tripod, which had already hurt the root, and in shock and anger, he took the tripod away. Since then, I dare not let it out again.

Yin Zu frowned, pulled back and retreated quickly, the spiritual root was obviously taken over by another master, the ingenious force, the skillful technique, far surpassed Mu Qingfeng, the shadows of the stick were flying, if it sticks, it will hurt, It will break if you rub it, you can only avoid the edge temporarily.

Patriarch Yeqi still tried to be brave, he was hit on the head and face by Linggen, and screamed in pain, Ghost Ling and Jiabo were even more unbearable. All broken!Patriarch Jiabo crossed his arms to block, and as a result, one arm was smashed into several pieces, and it drooped beside him.

Mu Qingfeng was also dumbfounded, Yimu was so powerful, so overbearing that he was unreasonable, but he reacted randomly and shouted: "But the ancestor of Shenmu appeared? Disciple..." Someone said in his ear: "I am not yours!" Patriarch, it's just a coincidence that the Daoist scriptures were left behind, and I can only use the Yimu spirit root once, so it's not too late, quickly tear the barrier of the void, and return to the world of heaven!"

Mu Qingfeng's mouth was full of bitterness, but he didn't dare to delay, and shouted: "Junior brother, help me!" Yue Qingming mobilized his Dao power when he heard the words, and with the joint efforts of the two of them, Mu Qingfeng shouted: "Open!" Born in the underworld Tearing the void, a corridor leads directly to Yangjian!
Yin Zu was completely uninjured, and he was the most vigorous. He wrapped the flood of water transformed by the Jiuqu Jiuquan map on his palm, and a demon claw flew across the air, and grabbed the Yimu Linggen fiercely!When Mu Qingfeng's magic power was gone, it was the time when the old power was gone and the new power was not born. Faced with this grasp, he had no power to resist. The Taoist Shenmu made his own move again, and a trace of flame suddenly rose from the Yimu spiritual root, and his appearance became pure. Bai, burning towards Yin Zu's claws.

Yin Zu's heart trembled, and he chose to retreat in the face of the wisps of white fire, and quickly stopped. Taking advantage of this opportunity to catch his breath, Mu Qingfeng hurriedly drove the spirit root out of the underworld in one breath, his eyes lit up, and he had already arrived. Above the East China Sea, my heart relaxed, and I couldn't help shouting again: "Master Shenmu!"

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