"Sir, what should we do?"

"wait."

"Still waiting?"

As soon as the devil uttered these two words, he saw a cold light coming across him. He immediately closed his mouth and muttered: "Just wait."

There is no other way to do it without waiting. With the venerable being outside the spirit boat in a stalemate, how can he intervene?

It would be fine if he had magic power in his body. Now that he is in the body of Banner Slave, he can only save a little bit of magic power. It will not take long for the golden elixir to reach its peak. It is not enough to activate the body-protecting aura to resist the venerable spells.

The Lingzhou steward was horrified and quickly burned the talisman in his sleeve.

The spirit boat in the Ancient Immortal Tower should be able to flow unimpeded. Not to mention the ordinary monks, even the elders of the sect would not dare to intercept it.

However, facing the Venerable, they had to stop. They did not even dare to open the defensive array of the spirit boat. If they accidentally opened the magic weapon and attracted the attention of the Venerable, the spirit boat would instantly turn into a coffin.

Fortunately, it is not far from the ancient city, and you can even see the outline of the city when you look over.

Even though I was worried, maybe the shopkeeper of Xianlou could not do anything if he learned about this matter. Everything still depends on the wishes of the venerable.

What surprised the steward was that he had not heard of the reputation of the white-robed Venerable. However, Venerable Chuiyun had long been famous in Xingluo. After the two sects merged into one, Venerable Chuiyun's reputation even reached

A peak.

No other sage can climb this mountain.

Looking at the black-robed Taoist standing on the deck, the steward still didn't rush over to ask.

Those who didn't hide away at this time were all because their legs were weak, so how could they ask questions knowingly?

Didn't you notice that Patriarch Taiyi himself was a clay Bodhisattva crossing the river?

Why go into troubled waters?

Tu Shanjun took off the wine gourd from his waist and said with a bright smile: "Why don't you intervene before I wait? I don't have enough mana as a banner slave. Where should I find the remaining mana?"

"Otherwise, you can hold the banner, and let me show off my power. I don't think there are all the ghost kings in the ten directions, and I can really get involved."

The devil immediately made an unnatural smile: "You are so small and weak, you can't bear to be driven."

The conversation changed: "Sir, you are much more cheerful."

"You must always learn to enjoy hardships."

"Yes Yes."

"Sir, you are cheerful and cheerful, and you are in a good mood too."

The devil wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

It didn't even know whether it was the devil or the person in front of it. The old devil was so moody that it, the one who served people, was trembling with fear and trembling for no reason.

The old devil really wasn't joking just now.

It felt that if its cultivation level were not too low, anyone at the peak of Nascent Soul would be captured and made a banner slave.

Faced with this kind of crisis that is beyond his control, the old devil's first thought must be to improve his own strength. Fortunately, he has the foresight and never takes the initiative to improve his own cultivation.

There's a gag here.

the other side.

Venerable Taihua's expression remained calm.

With a flick of his finger, the spirit boat 'swam away' in front of the two of them like a fish sinking into the water.

"Fellow Taoist, are you so ignorant of good and evil?" Venerable Chuiyun sighed.

He did not stop him, but his eyes became firmer: "When I was young, I was practicing cultivation. My talent was not the best, and my luck was not good. I couldn't even understand the inheritance of my ancestors. I could only change from simple to complex, and from complex to simple.

, and finally cultivate into Kunpeng."

The golden Tianpeng sword made a rustling sound.

It was like the scream of some ethereal creature, more like the overlapping of scales and feathers vibrating.

When Chuiyun finished speaking and raised the Tianpeng sword, a black gold roc appeared with the sword, gently vibrating its wings, and the black gold iron claws tore open the small world in front of him.

Wave again.

The black gold roc turned into starlight feathers and was draped on the body of Venerable Chuiyun.

"Maybe this is my only chance in this life. My talent is not good, so I need a clear 'Tao' and guidance."

Chuiyun tapped the Heaven-Swallowing Cauldron under his feet. As the Heaven-Swallowing Cauldron carved with flowers, birds, fish and insects swayed, water ripples poured out, and a gigantic figure jumped out from the ripples.

The huge ghost shadow of Lingyou Kun shrouded the sky, and with the long sound in the sky, Lingyou Kun's figure also turned into scattered starlight.

Even the cauldron under his feet turned into green gold liquid and clung to it, and couldn't turn into a simple piece of armor in an instant.

"I know you have a background, and I have seen Taiyi's methods."

"That thunder talisman kills people. Even in the middle stage of becoming a god, I can't resist it, but I still have to try."

Chuiyun raised the Tianpeng sword in his hand and pointed it directly at Taihua, who was standing on the clouds in the distance.

The blade whistled.

A big roc with the head of a giant leopard Kun spread out its wings and stood proudly, blocking out the sky and the sun. It was as if the entire sky was being carried on the back of that giant beast and surrounded by clouds.

Just a slight swing of its tail immediately stirred up millions of waves.

It was at this moment that the blue sky and the sea of ​​stars became one color.

"The sky is empty and the earth is different."

The more he tries to figure out the Venerable's actions, the more Tu Shanjun is able to understand his realm.

No wonder the ancients summarized the two realms of Nascent Soul and Transformation into one realm.

The Venerable is the great achievement of Nascent Soul, and the phantom behind it is the manifestation of the true meaning. Coupled with the use of heaven and earth, a small world controlled by the Venerable is formed.

If the level gap is smaller, it is still possible to fight across levels.

Even those who are in the middle stage of spiritual transformation can contend, but Chuiyun has already reached the late stage of cultivation.

Although it may seem like a small realm, it is actually a qualitative change.

Just like the Great True Monarch and the normal Nascent Soul, the gap between them is huge.

What's more, Chuiyun also refined the inheritance to obtain Kunpeng's phantom. One look at this inheritance will tell you that it is extraordinary, and I am afraid it will not be inferior to ordinary geniuses.

At this time, it was inevitable to look at Venerable Taihua with hesitation.

The Taiyi Shengxian Sect must have a great history, but no one knows its specific strength until they actually take action.

Not all monks with their origins are strong. After all, geniuses are in the minority, and the majority are mediocre monks.

You can't always place your hopes on the sect's trump cards.

No matter how big the family is, it cannot withstand such a defeat. Taiyi only used his trump card when he had no other choice, otherwise he would have kept it forever.

"Master, why don't we run away?" The devil swallowed hard.

"That's a good strategy."

"It's just inappropriate."

"What's wrong?"

"I am afraid of death, but I may not die. You are not afraid of death, but you may die."

"What's the matter with death?"

The devil curled his lips and his eyes rolled around before he turned around.

It turns out that's what the old devil meant.

Once they escape, the Lord Chuiyun will definitely attack very hard. Banner Nu's body will be broken into pieces. The old devil will just return to Soul Banner, but it will suffer disaster in vain. It cannot be said that it was under the blow of the Lord.

He lost his life.

If you say you are not afraid of death, who is really not afraid?

So I didn't say much anymore, I just secretly prayed that Taihua would be more powerful.

Venerable Taihua stepped out in the air.

The silvery light of the prime moon spurted out from the gap of the ancient sword behind it like smoke all over the sky, instantly whitening the sky.

Keng!

The ancient sword is unsheathed.

The roar of the dragon echoed loudly.

The feet of the white-robed monks have turned into a long ridge of black iron. A bright full moon hangs on the ridge, spreading out like a huge disk and filling the entire sky.

The monk walked on the ridge, and the slowly rising moon behind him faded away, revealing an illusory woman dancing against the background.

Sword dance.

The full moon occupies most of the small world.
To be continued...