Apprentice the four-eyed Taoist master

Chapter 433: Crushing

Chapter 433 Rolling

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“It seems you know me?”

Xu Junming said calmly.

The middle-aged cultivator shuddered, as if suddenly awakened, and fell to his knees.

“Donghai Rogue Cultivators Chun Yuliang pays homage to the real man Chongshan, the real man is blessed with peace and happiness, and his longevity is in harmony with the sky.”

“True Chongshan?!”

Yan Ruohai looked at the Qingpao Daoist opposite in disbelief.

The name of Xu Junming, a real person in Chongshan, is naturally like a thunder, but the Kunlun faction did not send anyone to participate in the last Dragon Palace Fairy Fair, so he has not seen Xu Junming’s true face with his own eyes.

But this in no way affects the other’s prestige in the entire Kunlun faction.

After all, millions of Black Heart’s Demon, the two strongest primordial spirits of Chongyang Dao, and the Longjiang Shui Clan, who have existed for tens of thousands of years, are as strong as Kunlun. In the past 30 years, they have been The opponent uprooted.

Hundreds of thousands of demon ghosts died in his hands. The true cruel hand is merciless, Yan Jun with iron face.

In the past, every time I encountered the end of the dynasty, the world of spiritual practice would inevitably be in turmoil.

But now Dayong’s officialdom is faint, the people are not living, and they are almost in a state of warlord separatism. But the world of spiritual practice is as calm as before, and more peaceful than when Dae Yong founded the country.

This diametrically opposite state was largely attributed to Xu Junming.

Everyone now knows that there is such a jealous and enmity Yuan Shen who is active in the Dae Yong cultivation world.

Anyone who dares to do evil will inevitably die.

Therefore, all the demons were reclusive in the mountains, and the Dae Yong practice world fell into unprecedented peace.

“Are you a Kunlun cultivator?”

“Meet the real person Chongshan, my name is Yan Ruohai, and now I have betrayed Kunlun and become Rogue Cultivators.” After the words fell, he pointed to Chunyuliang next to him.

“…Real man, when I escaped from Kunlun, I took away the Kunlun treasure Qibaoling gourd planted in Baiheya and forty-seven emerald pears. When I fled to Dayuan Port, I planned to turn into an ordinary person and escaped the hunt. This Chun Yuliang’s Illusion Art was bewildered, and all the treasures obtained were stolen by him.”

“…Now that I have to meet a real person, it is really fortunate for three lives. Yan Ruohai is willing to offer Qibaoling Gourd and 47 Cuiyu Pears, and hope that the real person will accept it.”

“Fuck your grandma’s dog ass. Yan Ruohai, I didn’t even take the Qibaoling gourd and Cuiyu pear that you stolen when you betrayed Kunlun. You don’t pour dirty water on me.” Chun Yuliang said angrily.

“Huh, a real man sees it clearly. When I fled to Dayuan Port, Qibaoling Gourd and Cuiyu Pear were still in the bag, but after being tricked by the ghost in the busy city, I was confused by Illusion Art. But they were all lost. He didn’t take it, but who else could.”

“…I would like to ask a real person to search his bag, if there is no one. Use the soul search method to search for his memory, so that the real person will gain something.”

Chun Yuliang’s face suddenly changed.

The method of searching for the soul is very vicious. After being tortured by this method, the soul is damaged, and it is difficult to repair it without great efforts. If the injury is severe, it will cause a soul injury that is difficult to repair.

“True person, don’t listen to him nonsense. The treasure must be on him. And when this fellow was escaping from Kunlun Mountain, he raped his junior sister Xu Ling and killed 17 Kunlun disciples who guarded Cuiyuli. It seems that such a number of classics have forgotten their ancestors and betrayed their teachers. The villain of the sect, if he is allowed to live, it will be a great harm to the spiritual world, and the real person is also asked to kill this dog to eliminate the harm to the spiritual world.”

Yan Ruohai’s face changed suddenly, and Xu Junming’s jealous and hateful behavioral style is well known to the world. If these things are really settled, then his fate will not be so good.

“Real people, he made up these words. Don’t be fooled by real people.”

“Master, these two guys are too noisy. According to the old cow, they can just kill them all by one person and one hammer. I promise that no one will be wronged.”

Xu Junming smiled faintly.

“Who in the world does evil can hide it from my eyes.”

With a flick of the finger, a string of yellow beams plunged into Yan Ruohai’s body like lightning.

After the Yimeng Huangliang refined the ‘Heavenly Demon White Bone Relic’ and the ‘Empty Ming Stone’, Xu Junming’s sacrifice has already reached the peak that this realm can tolerate.

That is, the perfect Lingbao of Ten Second Stage Restrictions.

One step further is Lingbao’s immortal calamity. If it passes, it is an immortal weapon, and if it passes, it is dust.

Three hundred and sixty-five pieces, ten Second Stage Restrictions, a dream yellow beam transformed by the perfect yellow beam rice, is second only to the half-remaining’Nether White Bone Banner’ in power.

Naturally, its ability to restrain the soul and search for the soul is far better than in the past.

In an instant, Yan Ruohai’s soul was arrested, and then the memory in his mind was wiped out.

Reaching out, a bright bronze mirror, one foot long, crimson’s Ruyi Scepter, plus his waist bag, flew into Xu Junming’s hands.

Xu Junming flipped it over briefly, and Chihuo Ruyi Scepter was just Magic Treasures, and he couldn’t see it.

This bronze mirror, with Yin & Yang on its back, contains the Tao of Liang Yi Sheng Ke, which is extremely mysterious.

And this bronze mirror named ‘Yin & Yang Realm’ is still a two-fold spiritual forbidden inferior spirit treasure.

“This treasure has the same name as Zhengying’s natal Lingbao, and it also contains Yin & Yang Tao. The following methods of sacrifice and practice are also not lacking. In the future, the spirit of China’s world will be revived, and this mirror can be given to him.”

It has been a long time since he came to the world of Liao Zhai, and the nine uncles are in the world of China, and in another thirty-eight years, Spiritual Qi will be revived.

Although thirty-eight years, for ordinary people, it is almost half a lifetime. But for ordinary people who practice, it is not a long time.

As the master of Qin Zhong and Lin Zhengying, he did plan to change to his own disciple.

“Yan Ruohai, this time I see where you flee.”

A shout came from afar, not far away, a Sword Ray flew in the air. Before the person arrived, a hundred-foot-long Xuanhe Sword Ray had already slashed towards the sailing ship.

That fierce momentum obviously didn’t care about the lives of more than a thousand ordinary people on this ship.

Xu Junming’s face changed.

“The Kunlun school is really a good disciple cultivated!”

He waved the bamboo stick in his palm.

The thin bamboo poles are instantly extended, as thin as an adult’s thumb, and compared to that Xuanhe’s Sword Ray, it is like a plaything.

But when the two sides touched, the Sword Ray seemed to melt instantly under the sun.

The bamboo stick is beautiful, but like light and electricity.

In the blink of an eye, he reached the chest of the purple-robed young man holding a sword.

The two purple-robed men who came from behind saw this scene, and their expressions changed drastically.

“We are the Kunlun cultivator, and we ask seniors to show mercy.”

But the bamboo pole didn’t stop, instead it hit it hard.

The purple-robed young man was struck by lightning, a mouthful of blood flew out, and the whole person instantly wilted.

The bamboo stick gleamed, sucking the long sword in the opponent’s hand, and instantly retracted.

“The deity will look at Kunlun and spare your life. Next time, if you let me see you slaying all living beings in vain, I will destroy your Nascent Soul, go away!”

Hugging the fallen purple-robed young man quickly, Liu Zhengfeng urged Magic power to explore the injuries in his body, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

Although the sternum that was beaten by a bamboo stick was broken, Meridians were broken, but Dantian was not broken at all, and Nascent Soul was still there. As long as he recuperated, it would not be difficult to recover.

Looking at the green robe cultivator standing on the deck, Liu Zhengfeng looked solemn. His junior was also Nascent Soul late stage. After being injured by Yan Ruohai in Dayuan Port last time, he was given the gift of Kunlun to send Lingbao to fly. Rainbow Sword’.

The strength has more than doubled.

Waiting for the Xian Yuanshen cultivator can also contend for one or two, but never expected to be here, seriously injured by a bamboo stick.

There is no doubt that the Qingpao cultivator is also a master of primordial spirit.

Nowadays, there are not many cultivators in the spiritual realm. There is only one person who likes to wear green robes and holds green bamboo sticks.

Thinking of his identity, Liu Zhengfeng’s heart shuddered, and he hurriedly lowered the light to bow and salute.

“Liu Zhengfeng, the disciple of the Kunlun school’s ‘ling’ generation, pays homage to the real person of Chongshan, the real person has longevity!”

“If you know me, you know my style of doing things. If it wasn’t for your Kunlun faction’s authenticity, that stick just killed this madman who despised the innocence and scorned the lives of thousands of people.”

“What the real person teaches is. Please also ask the real person to understand that my junior brother was also eager to capture Yan Ruohai, who defected to Kunlun, and he was eager to make a major disaster. It was not his intention.”

“According to you, did I blame him wrong?”

Liu Zhengfeng shook his head quickly.

“No, no, what the real person taught is. Don’t worry, the real person, after I take him back, I will definitely discipline him strictly and never let him cause trouble.”

“It’s better to be so, otherwise the real person doesn’t mind being a villain again.”

With a flick of the bamboo stick, the Flying Sword stuck to it flew towards Liu Zhengfeng.

The latter hurriedly caught.

“Let’s go, I don’t want to see you again.”

Liu Zhengfeng swallowed, and after looking at Xu Junming’s expression, he said carefully: “Real people are jealous of evil and hate, and have always set an example for the spiritual world. When their masters mentioned real people, they were full of praise…”

Xu Junming interrupted him, and the bamboo stick pointed at Yan Ruohai.

“Do you want to return to this person?”

“Exactly. Yan Ruohai betrayed his teacher, and his evil deeds are obvious. I hope that the real person can give him to Junior, and let Junior take him back to Kunlun Mountain.”

Xu Junming smiled faintly and swept away the bamboo stick.

Yan Ruohai flew straight towards Liu Zhengfeng.

“Well, this person will give it to you. However, I will take away the things on his body. It is the deity’s reward for catching the traitor for you.”

As soon as the words fell, the sea was tumbling, surrounded by ships, drifting away.

Looking at the ship’s shadow, Liu Zhengfeng searched Yan Ruo, who looked like a dead body, under the sea. As expected, there was no trace of Qibaoling Gourd and Cuiyu Pear.

“Zhengfeng, Xu Junming must have taken things away.”

The old man with the surname Zhuge looked ugly.

“I know. But we can’t solve it anymore.”

Zhugeping nodded.

Xu Junming is a cultivator of primordial spirit. Even the tyrannical Longjiang Shui Clan can be destroyed by him, which shows its tyranny.

Moreover, the tyrannical strength of the bamboo stick just now is even more revealing.

Although they are respected in Nascent Soul, facing this fiercely famous and shining record of the first soul of Dayong, they seem to be three-year-old children and adults, and there is no resistance at all.

“Let’s go, go back and report to Master, let his old man come and talk to Xu Junming.” Liu Zhengfeng said.

“Now that’s the only thing.”

Zhugeping sighed.

The two of them grabbed one of them, flew up and went straight to Kunlun.