A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

Ouyang Qiuxian is undoubtedly the more active Lord of the Great Dao in the Eastern Wasteland.

However, it is said that many years ago, he was killed by the ancestor of the Yu family in the Yu family.

That ancient battle was a major event that led to the fall of a few Dao Lords. There were also countless monks who witnessed that battle.

Of course, the organization also collected files, which clearly stated that Ouyang Qiuxian was dead.

It was also said that the weapon spirit holy weapon that was supposed to be in the center of the whirlpool, attracting a group of Taoists and geniuses to fight for it, also exploded in the void during that battle.

But what about now?

Lou Jingou felt that the initial excitement and excitement gradually faded away like a tide. After the shock and surprise were gone, what was left was deep trembling and fear.

He never thought that he would see Ouyang Qiuxian again.

He didn't even think about the spiritual treasure in the hands of the unknown monk.

The two phases are connected.

Lou Jingou came to a shocking conclusion.

Ouyang Qiuxian stood in the sky, the terrifying pressure of the True Demonic Dao Lord fully in full bloom.

Under the suppression of the Lord of the Dao, the great formation that was supposed to be running was stopped. Even the many great saints who poured in were too frightened to come forward, let alone the feathered human infant sitting in the center.

The feathered baby felt that it was obscure and difficult to move, as if it were moving an immortal abyss.

Even if there were no Taoist flowers blooming in the sky, Ouyang Qiuxian would have already climbed up to Qiongbiluo, down to Zhenhuangquan, and blocked many saints from the Yuren tribe just standing there.

Yu Renhui was almost desperate.

He was obviously one of the leaders, but now he seemed like a complete outsider.

Not to mention the use of one's own strength, one cannot even see the situation clearly.

"The Lord of the Great Dao has suppressed the formation, and we can't help our ancestors with the aid of the formation at all."

"Two Dao Lords?"

"Which big force is taking action?"

"Do you want to completely destroy our Yuren tribe?"

"..."

"Heaven will destroy our clan!"

"..."

Wu Rong's face turned pale.

The cost of supporting the two Dao Lords was too much for him to bear.

As a result, Ouyang Qiuxian, who was standing in the formation in the distance, suddenly started to flicker.

He could only pray to his master to quickly kill the feathered ancestor who was hiding in the divine weapon, otherwise it would be detrimental to them if it dragged on for a long time.

Tu Shanjun did not hear Wu Rong's cry.

However, if Ouyang Qiuxian is asked to step out of the soul flag, face the Taoist master on his left, and block dozens of saints on his right, the pressure will definitely not be small.

"That moment of stagnation is enough!"

"Recall Ouyang Qiuxian."

After hearing what the master said, Wu Rong was surprised but had no doubts. Instead, he waved the Zunhun Banner to recall Ouyang Qiuxian.

Without the Lord of the Great Dao, the paleness on Wu Rong's face suddenly melted away, and his energy and blood surged and stabilized.

However, without the suppression of the Lord of Dao, the Feather Clan's Blessed Land Formation was able to operate again.

Tu Shanjun reached out with one hand and held Wu Rong and the Zunhun Banner in his hand. The white face of the ice peak suddenly turned into the truth of green-faced fangs, and the flat crown dropped thirty-six facial expressions.

The disguised robes of hell stir.

The yin and yang millstone fell in the void and hovered behind the Ghost King.

Of course, the Yurenying felt that the blockage in the formation was gone.

Ouyang Qiuxian's reflection disappeared.

Now he has come to his senses.

It is true that these two are Lords of the Dao, but one is the Dao Lord of the Qi Ling and the other is the reflection of the soul. All the pressure must be borne by the Taoist holding the banner.

As expected, the Taoist could not hold back Dao Ying. Now that only the Qi Ling Dao Lord was there, they and the ancestor Li Ying Wai could definitely save the ancestor from the fire and water, and could also preserve the past and future of the Yu Human Race. This is what he should do.

Maintenance of the big picture.

boom!

The torrent of Taoism exploded into the void, trying to completely destroy Tu Shanjun's foothold.

However, even if the void collapses, the Taoist Lord of Life and Death is still walking on flat ground.

One hand holds the Lord of the Soul Flag.

Turn your back to the saints.

The right arm wrapped around the soul-enchanting chain is turning like a spinning wheel, the yin-yang millstone behind him is contracting sonorously, and the load of the avenue makes a creaking sound, like dragging a deep heaven and earth.

"roar!"

The ghost king roared.

Thirty-six Dao Emperors were shattered into pieces.

Red hair dances wildly in the void.

Under the hell robe, the flesh, flesh, muscles and bones of the body were completely tense.

Keng!

squeak!

The soul-grabbing lock was deeply embedded in Tushanjun's arm, wrapping the robe on his right hand and squeezing it into his flesh.

Dao marks emerge.

But his expression remained the same.

The torrent of Saints behind him was resisted by the Yin-Yang Millstone, and he bore the weight of the Feathered People. While roaring, he dragged the Divine Weapon Treasure Vase out of the jade pond!

"not good!"

The feathered baby screams.

Everyone can clearly see the severity of the ancestor's injury.

Only with the nourishment of the Divine Weapon Vase and the Jade Pond can he have a chance to fully recover. If he were caught by that terrifying Taoist Lord, the ancestor would have no choice but to fight with his severely injured body.

That kind of injury is simply not enough to support the ancestor to win the fight.

"We must completely tear apart the blessed land and connect the running killing formation with the entire Yu clan's clan-protecting formation. Even he will be defeated here."

Yu Renying glanced sideways at Yu Renyue and Yu Renhui, and shouted: "At this critical moment of life and death, help me!"

The Clan-Protecting Formation would not be dismantled, but after he agreed to Yu Renyue's plan, they cut off the Clan-Protecting Formation and built the Blessed Land like an iron bridge.

If he wants to recover completely, he needs Yu Renyue and Yu Renhui to take action.

Both of them have magic weapons and can mobilize considerable power.

Especially the Yuren Yue, which can carry the remaining Hunyuan Dao.

If he were to take charge of the formation, with the fighting power of dozens of saints in the clan, even a prosperous Ichika Dao-kun would have to retreat if he stood here.

Yu Renhui was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and was about to crush the token.

However, the Purple Gold Thunder Ax was already placed on his neck.

"you?!"

Yu Renhui only penetrates the skin with absolute coldness.

Yu Renyue shook his head and said: "Don't move, I don't control my power that well now."

Yu Renhui was filled with anger and shouted angrily: "You are going to be an eternal sinner!"

"If I hadn't learned his true identity just now, I would have wanted to be a sinner, but it's different now. He is Qi Ling Dao Lord!"

The unwillingness in Yu Renyue's eyes was no longer replaced by determination. He did not blame Wu Rong for deceiving him. This was originally a near-death battle.

It's good to hide it.

You must be able to hold your breath at critical moments, even if you don't speak it is better than speaking.

Silence works better than anything else.

He doesn't have to be silent.

Yu Renhui fell into deep thought.
To be continued...