Eternal Soul Ancestor

Chapter 89 A Thousand Illusions of Canaan Flowers

"Yi Tian?" Hearing Liu Mei's words, Elder Zizhu asked in surprise, "Is he that Yi Tian from the Yi family?"

Liu Mei nodded, now Yi Tian's name is known to everyone.

"It's actually him." The three elders looked at each other, and they finally understood why Yi Tian had such an expression when he saw them.

He must be blaming them for abandoning Yi's family and turning to Xiang's family.

The three of them looked at each other and squeezed out the green bamboo. They jumped and landed on the green bamboo.

Bamboo leaves fluttered, and their speed suddenly increased.

The dark space is full of ghosts.

Yi Tian followed Huang Ni and flew for a while, but he couldn't see the front and back clearly.

Finally follow a river.

Looking around, the river here is black and calm, nothing surprising.

Yi Tian released his soul sense induction, and as soon as the soul sense touched the Yellow River, there was a pain.

"Ah!" Yi Tian hurriedly withdrew his soul consciousness and covered his head.

The Yellow River water here can corrode soul consciousness.

He saw the yellow mud swimming along the river bank and disappearing into the water of the Yellow River.

The calm water of the Yellow River was terribly silent, without even a single wave.

"Thousand Illusory Canaan Flowers." Yi Tian said pleasantly, on the opposite side of the river, clusters of coquettish flowers absorbed the water of the Yellow River and bloomed.

Yi Tian already has the Balsam Soap Soul Grass, and with the addition of Qianhuan Canaan Flower and Biluozhu, he can practice the method of soul division.

Surprised, Yi Tian gave up tracking Huang Ni and flew over the Yellow River, preparing to cross the Yellow River.

"Don't!" From behind, the elder Zizhu and the three shouted to stop.

The three of them sat on the green bamboo, came to the river, fell down, stepped on the mud, and flew over.

But Yi Tian didn't listen, spread out his golden feathers, and flew over the Yellow River.

The calm Yellow River suddenly had waves.

In the void, ghost energy lingered, forming many vortexes.

The water of the Yellow River was choppy, and in the darkness, a chain condensed by ghost energy bound Yi Tian.

"Oops!" Yi Tian was astonished.

The soul burial sand was released, and the ghostly lingering chains were swallowed by the quicksand and broke from the middle.

Yi Tian breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to continue crossing.

But suddenly there was a more violent wave on the Yellow River.

Infinite and turbulent ghost energy invaded his soul sea.

"Retreat." Yi Tian yelled, taking advantage of the barrier of the Burial Soul Sand, hurriedly retreated.

Just as he landed, Yi Tian staggered and fell into the mud.

"The Yellow River is very restrained and runs through the entire abyss. No one can cross the Yellow River." Elder Zizhu said.

Yi Tian struggled to stand up, but didn't say thank you.

"Hey, don't get me wrong, we have no choice but to seek refuge with the Xiang family." Elder Wenzhu said with a sigh, his expression sad.

Looking back, Yi Tian looked at the three of them in surprise, and said: "The three of you are all people in the realm of Lingzun, there is no need to be so polite to me, a person who is a spirit general, not to mention, the Yi family is no longer what it used to be. home."

The three of them looked at each other, knowing that Yi Tian's attitude towards them would not change so easily, so they stopped talking.

In the void, there were bursts of rumbling sounds.

A flying kite spread its wings and flew over.

"People from the Xiang family." Zizhu said in surprise.

On top of the huge 30-meter flying kite stood a graceful man.

The flying kite's tail bent and turned, and finally connected to the man's neck. They looked like a whole.

"This is the most talented person of the younger generation of the Xiang family, Xiang Zhuangnan, No. 6 on the Qingling list, the second floor of the Lingzun." Elder Zizhu explained to Yi Tian.

A bright light appeared, and many white sword glows appeared in the dark space.

The sword light flickered, and the dark sky was reflected into white.

"Wanjian Mountain." Elder Yunzhu said in surprise.

Wan Jianshan, this is the number one person on the Qingling list, a born holy sword and fighting spirit.

He sat on a sword with a width of 30 meters and a length of 100 meters, looking down at the bottom with disdainful eyes, wanting the sky to kneel down for him.

"He is Wan Jianshan?" Yi Tian rubbed his chin, this was the first time he saw Wan Jianshan.

In the sky, there was another thunderbolt, and a bolt of lightning pierced the sky. In the void, there was a person floating in the dark sky.

Around him, white lightning crackled and flickered.

"Kuang Yifeng." Elder Wenzhu reminded Yi Tian.

Yi Tian's soul consciousness sank into the Qingling List, and found that Kuang Yifeng was at No.5, the sixth floor of the Spiritual Venerable, a Lightning Fighting Soul, and his speed was extremely fast.

Unexpectedly, in the abyss passage of the ghost world, I could meet several people in the top ten of the Qingling list.

Wan Jianshan, Kuang Yifeng, and Xiang Zhuangnan are all geniuses in Qingleiyu.

A qin flute sounded, and the sound of the qin was turbulent in the void, flying in the distance. A woman wearing a red dress with a streamer in her hair was sitting on a guqin.

"Xu Qing."

Xu Qing, ranked second on the Qing Ling List, Qinyin Battle Soul, Lingzun [-]th floor, lower than Wanjian Mountain, higher than Du Xue.

"Yi Tian!" In the void, these four people stood quietly, looking at the Yellow River on the ground with disdain.

Turning his head to Zhuangnan, he saw Yi Tian flapping his golden feathers.

In the past few days, the Xiang family united with the Xie family and the Mo family, and the three families attacked the Yi family.

The Du family broke out halfway, causing the Yi family to escape many people.

The Xiang family issued a killing order, and especially called everyone's attention to another member of the Yi family, that is, Yi Tian.

Shouting to Zhuang Nan, he attracted the attention of the other three geniuses.

Seeing the golden flying feather on Yi Tian's back, he frowned slightly.

"You are Yi Tian, ​​the person who rose very quickly on the Qingling list?" Wan Jianshan sat on the flying sword, resting his chin with his left hand, with a proud expression on his face.

In front of these geniuses on the Qingling List, the three elders of Zizhu, the glory of their elders will also be dimmed.

Anyone here, the three of them united, can't beat them.

"Who am I, there is no need to tell you." Yi Tian was proud and fearless, with his hands behind his back, looking at Wan Jianshan fearlessly.

Wan Jianshan frowned, his face a little displeased.

"Yellow River finally appeared, I have been waiting for you for a long time." Kuang Yifeng chuckled, he has lightning fighting spirit, and his speed is extremely fast.

In an instant, it turned into a bolt of lightning, cutting through the sky and flying over the Yellow River.

Suddenly, the Yellow River flooded, surrounded by walls of water thousands of meters high.

A huge wave rolled over, and some water from the Yellow River fell on Kuang Yifeng.

The bright white lightning was stained with the water of the Yellow River, and the light gradually dimmed.

"Idiot." Xu Qing sat on the guqin, wrinkled her nose slightly, and sneered, "The Yellow River water is infinitely mysterious, but even the ancestor of your Kuang family would dare not fly to the Yellow River."

The defeated Kuang Yifeng returned to the bank of the Yellow River, saw Xu Qing's beauty, and laughed.

He turned his head to look at Yi Tian again: "Yi Tian, ​​are you Winged Soul?"

Yi Tian's face was covered with black lines.

"No, Yi's family is Hongyan's fighting spirit, why do you have wings?" He stared at Yi Tian's golden flying feather, showing envious eyes.

The water of the Yellow River was surging just now, but after Kuang Yifeng flew out, it became calm again.

At this moment, waves and a vortex appeared on the surface of the Yellow River.

Inside, a pool of yellow mud was dripping with thin mud, emerging from the surface of the water.

"So your name is Yi Tian, ​​I remember you."

The yellow mud emerged from the Yellow River, with a pair of muddy eyes, staring closely at Yi Tian, ​​and then looked up at the four people in the void.

"Human beings, it's impossible for you to get water from the Yellow River." Huang He chuckled and waved his hand.

The surging Yellow River is full of waves, magnificent and boundless.

On the surface of the Yellow River, pools of yellow mud appeared, and immediately formed a human shape on the water.

"A pile of mud." Wan Jianshan sneered.

Suddenly, a bright sword glow descended from the sky.

The sword light is densely packed, resplendent and boundless, shaped like a broken sun.

(End of this chapter)