Son-in-law of Chenglong

Chapter 161 The Millennium Pear Tree Incarnation
Wang Chong's two-mouthed flying sword with purple mirage and golden scales was passed down by Nine Heavens and forged by Lao Jun. In fact, it is bigger than the famous flying swords of all major sects.

He doesn't usually use these two flying swords very much. Firstly, the Chidian Sword was a gift from Zhu Ying, and the relationship is different. Second, the pair of flying swords were sacrificed by him with the Heavenly Escape Sword Art, so they are no longer from Wutai. I have counted the ways, and I am worried that people will see the clues.

As soon as the two flying swords came out, Qiongji's black sword light was instantly chopped into pieces.

Wang Chong was worried that someone would reverse the formation and move the sword light away, so he shattered Qiongji's black sword light, took the flying sword back, and did not pursue it.

Wang Chong knew in his heart that his own way of doing things, looking at the world, was already regarded as an elder of the school, but it was not enough for Qiongji's thousand-year overhaul.

What he can rely on is the Falling Soul Clock, and he only needs to activate this treasure. He wants to use swordsmanship to cut it. Thousands of years ago, the old sword fairy who could fight swords with three generations of ancestors must have gone crazy somewhere.

Seeing that Wang Chong wasn't fooled, Qiongji was amazed, and shouted, "How many times have you fought spells? You're so shrewd?"

Wang Chong thought in his heart: "The demon corpse is cunning, don't talk to him, just use all your strength to activate the Soul Falling Clock."

Qiongji said a few words, only to hear the Dangdangdangdangdangling of the Lost Soul Bell, which became more and more dense, and said in his heart: "This little Taoist priest must have been cultivated by the red robe painstakingly, and he is specially trained to restrain me. He is not very good. High, but this bell is very annoying."

"Even though I can support it, my soul is already shaking a little, and I can't let him shake any longer."

Qiongji let out a long cry, and countless black mountain peaks moved, layer upon layer, slightly blocking the power of the Falling Soul Bell, and stretched out his hand to pat the bronze coffin beneath him.

The lid of the bronze coffin was slowly opened, and there was a handsome boy inside, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a smile on his mouth and a chic demeanor, just like the most perfect dream lover in every girl's mind.

Just looking closely, this young man is not a living person, but a sculpture made of wood, but the craftsmanship is so good that it is almost impossible to distinguish the real from the fake.

Qiongji touched it lightly, and said: "This incarnation of a thousand-year-old pear tree is not yet fully heated, but it is enough to deal with this little Taoist priest."

"Red Robe, I'm afraid you didn't expect that I have also figured out a way to restrain you all these years?"

Poor Ji howled twice, and with a wave of his sleeve, the pear tree avatar flew out, and he lay down on his own in the bronze coffin, and closed the coffin lid again.

The young man who turned into a thousand-year-old pear tree was stunned for a moment, his eyes rolled away, and a cloud of smoke rose from his body, and he suddenly became more alive. After a while, his skin became bloody, and he could no longer tell that it was made of wood.

He smiled lightly, like the sunshine in three springs, and said lightly: "Silver scales come here."

A ray of silver light flew from the sky and landed in front of the young man, coiling around, as if very intimate.

If there were elders from various factions, they would all recognize this flying sword. The silver scale sword was used by Qiongji back then, and it was because of this fairy flying sword that he gave Qing Xiao to the ancestor of Emei.

Emei's five famous swords, silver scales and Qingxiao, are among them.

The young man incarnated by a thousand-year-old pear tree gave a clear drink, and the light surrounding him was surrounded by light, blending with the light of the silver-scaled sword, and gradually became indistinguishable from each other. In just a quarter of an hour, he achieved the unity of body and sword.

The sword's light was like lightning, and it rushed straight to Xiaohan.

Wang Chong was driving the Falling Soul Bell when suddenly a silver light shone in front of him, and a handsome young man who looked like a mortal figure appeared riding a silver sword light.The young man was full of morals, and he was well-known and authentic. He was about to ask about the origin of the other party, but he heard the young man say quietly: "Your little clock is also fun, let the old man have a look."

The boy reached out and grabbed the Falling Soul Bell.

Wang Chong hastily used the purple mirage and golden scales to stop him, and at the same time shook the falling soul clock, but saw that the young man was facing the falling soul clock, calm and unafraid, as if nothing had happened, he couldn't help being startled.

Wang Chong secretly said: "What is the origin of this guy, he is not afraid of the falling soul clock?"

The two sides were surrounded by sword lights, and they fought for several moves. Wang Chong felt that although the opponent's sword moves were exquisite and his swordsmanship was sophisticated, but his skill was weak, he heard the young man laugh and said, "I didn't expect that the skill is not as good as yours. I break a boundary."

After the young man said this, the orthodox Taoism of Emei on his body suddenly rose, breaking through the first layer of Zhoutian.

Wang Chong was even more shocked. Such a young man appeared inexplicably, and he clearly had some relationship with Emei. He was not afraid of the falling soul bell, and his swordsmanship was just good, but his skill would rise as soon as it rose, and his realm would break as soon as he broke it. It was really unbelievable.

Wang Chong hastily protected himself with the purple mirage and gold scales, and the purple and gold sword lights intertwined to form a circle. He wanted to try the Qiankun Circle or the Thunder Pearl.

The two sides fought against each other for less than ten times. The young man shook his head and said, "It turns out that the three-level Zhoutian mana is not as good as yours. Let me break through again."

Wang Chong was so frightened that the souls of the dead trembled, and he thought to himself: "If he continues to advance like this, he might be able to kill me with a single sword if he reaches the seventh or eighth heaven."

Wang Chong's swordsmanship, in the younger generation, is already considered superb, but compared to this young man, it seems immature, and he can only be suppressed by relying on his skills.

As expected, the young man's skill has broken through to the fourth Zhou Tian in an instant, and with his exquisite swordsmanship, he can fight Wang Chong evenly.

The young man who was waiting said again: "It seems to be four layers of Zhoutian magic power. I'd better take your subordinates and let me break through one more layer!" Without any hesitation, Wang Chong made a formula, broke through the underworld with the help of the City God, and fled back. Wuliang Mountain.

Wang Chong was afraid that the young man would chase him out, so he touched the Qiankun circle in his hand, waited for a long time, but no one was chasing him, so he went back to find Zhu Ying, Bai Zhiwei and Empress Tiancan.

He secretly said on the way: "What is this thing? If it is a living person, how can it withstand the falling soul clock?"

"How can his skill rise as soon as it rises, and his realm break as soon as he breaks? If he can continue to break through, who else in the world can be the opponent of this young man?"

"I'm afraid it's not some evil thing?"

The young man took the silver scale sword and said with a smile: "Sure enough, he was scared away."

"Actually, my thousand-year-old Pear Blossom Wood incarnation only has four levels of Zhoutian magic power. Before that, I only used two levels of Zhoutian mana, and my skills will increase as soon as I say it. It's just a joke. How can there really be such a character?"

"Thanks to the thousand-year-old Limu incarnation, I am not afraid of his magic weapon, but I don't know what kind of magic weapon it is, and why it can shake the soul? The Wutai faction has never heard of it. Is there such a way?"

The boy was just like Wang Chong, and he couldn't figure it out.

Wang Chong returned to the temporary cave for the four of them, and seeing Zhu Ying sitting by the side, Bai Zhiwei was playing chess with Empress Tiancan, and hurriedly said, "I met Qiongji today, he has recovered, and his skill seems to be at its peak."

Bai Zhiwei was taken aback, and shouted: "How is it possible? If this person's skill is still at its peak, my master is afraid that he will not be able to match him. Why would you let me kill him?"

"What's more, he is so powerful, how can you escape back?"

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