Huh ~
The cold wind blows against the current, shaking the smoke and dust.
The valley, like a ruin, was once again shrouded in darkness, and in a dead silence, only the sound of the wind roared.
And, the wailing howling of hatred and hatred seemed to come from outside the void.
"Die, are you dead?"
Looking at the blood and energy that were blown away by the strong wind, everyone, including Zhang Dong and Mu Qingliu, couldn't help but feel nervous.
No one can survive after being beaten into a blood mist.
But the poor old woman was too strong to save her life, so strong that she could not be sure that she was dead even if she saw her flesh and blood.
Yang Yu raised his eyes and saw the figure sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain in the darkness.
Looking at each other, Yang Yu raised his hand to dispel the white mist, and the subtleties that were unseen by anyone, the phantom of the purple gold gourd flashed by.
Swallowed the resentful and ferocious soul of the old woman in black into it: "It's over..."
The old woman in front of her was the most difficult old monster he had encountered so far.
The foundation of his three thousand years of cultivation has reached an incredible level. His Taoist skills are as strong as a tide, and he can kill any strong man in the world.
But she has been for too long, or she has never had the experience and thought of fighting to the death.
So even at the last moment, I still don’t want to fight with him.
So the eighteen-sided jade pendants that Qin Si personally carved were useless, and he did not wait for the seal of sacrifice he had expected...
Because, she is not an incarnation.
Under the eyes of heaven, Yang Yu could clearly see that it seemed like a soul, but it was actually an entanglement between five souls.
This old woman in black is a true old woman who combines five incarnations into one.
However, she was not really united. In contrast, the Black Mountain Old Demon at the foot of Qisha Mountain was more harmonious...
"Lu Chen! You harmed me, you harmed me!"
The purple gold swallowing treasure gourd kept trembling, making a wave of moans higher than the other. Inside it was a resentful and wailing that was extremely unwilling.
"town!"
Until this time, Yang Yu was not relaxed at all. With his thoughts, he mobilized the other two great Taoist fruits and worked together to suppress the old woman's soul.
Dao Fruit is not a magic weapon.
If you really want to exert the power of the Taoist fruit to the extreme, you can only refine these three Taoist fruits into magic weapons.
"Yang Yu..."
The resentful voice gradually became smaller and the three Dao Fruits suppressed it. Yang Yu concentrated his mind and felt that there was a purple mist inside the purple gold gourd.
This old monster who has lived for three thousand years has at least sixty purple destinies on it!
"call!"
Until the whine in the purple gold gourd completely disappeared, Yang Yu had a breath of turbid air. As soon as the hot air locked in his body came out, the temperature rose sharply within a hundred feet, and the sweat evaporated.
"Dead!"
With his wrist moved, the Seven Tribulation Sword almost fell, Yu Baimei let out a long breath, his mind was exhausted, and he felt shocked.
The Hanging Mountain has been around for more than a thousand years, and there are countless unknown secrets.
There are countless information about this old woman who loves to live.
Since the end of the Qin Dynasty, there have been countless people who want to kill this villa for more than three thousand years, including records.
There are the great masters who have left their names in history books, including the Emperor of Han, the Grand Master of Bodhidharma, the enraged monk, his ancestor, the sloppy Taoist, etc.
As powerful as Zhang Yuanzhu, he exhausted all the battle of the country's destiny and cooperated with the masters of Fushui Temple throughout the dynasties to barely tied it here.
Zhang Xuanba, who had gathered in the martial arts fortune for three thousand years, still had one move and died.
This is so powerful that he is not a powerful old demon who is not afraid to come out of the mountain to face even if he is about to die. At this moment, he is really dead!
I died at the hands of this junior who had been practicing for only thirty years...
The vibration was so shocked that he looked a little dazed.
He did this, and the heroes of the world everywhere in the mountains and forests also shook their expressions and fell to the ground, limping all over. Some turned around and left with a laugh, and some cried and shouted their relatives and friends' names.
Those who dare to come here are not just because of someone’s invitation, but more because of a deep hatred in the sea of ​​blood.
"Finally, finally..."
Feng Wushuang, whose temples were white, came behind Yang Yu before everyone, looked at the bursting blood mist, and couldn't help but feel sad and kneeled down and cried:
"Ying Li'er, Senior Sister Yuan, Junior Sister Jiang... She finally died, finally died!"
Finally, dead!
Looking at the dissipated blood mist, Zhang Dong held the flag he caught from the ruins and felt relieved.
For nearly four hundred years, he has been living in great depression.
This repression comes from Zhang Yuanzhu and Zhang Xuanba, but the biggest threat is the immortality that has lived for three thousand years.
She, cannibalism...
Click!
Crushing pieces of jade pendants to dispel the injuries and alien aura on his body, Yang Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at the tall figure who was no longer there and seemed to be an illusory one.
"Old Prince."
In just one step, he came to this ruin.
"He is the soldier soul."
The breath was surging and it was difficult to calm down. Mu Qingliu came close to him, with a complex expression with admiration:
"Brother Xuanba's practice really makes me admire him..."
At this moment, Mu Qingliu had already guessed the cause and effect, and did not hide it, and told Yang Yu quietly.
"On the day when Brother Xuanba went out of the frontier, he sent an old soldier with a phoenix wing to ask for gold and moves to Mu. At that time, he only said that he wanted me to come to Dayan Mountain that day. If he saw seven arrows flying across the sky, he would release a phoenix wing to ask for gold and moves…"
Mu Qingliu's expression was complicated.
At that time, he only thought that Zhang Xuanba wanted to use his own hands to weaken and kill the old monster.
But then he understood.
"What Brother Xuanba wants is not only to cut off his thousand years of cultivation, but to leave this military soul and cooperate with future generations to completely kill this old witch!"
"Soldier Soul..."
Listening to Mu Qingliu’s statement, Yang Yu realized something in his heart.
Many years ago, Zhang Xuanba went into seclusion and wanted to break the gate of human immortals, but was limited by heaven and earth. In the end, half of his foot was blocked, and his life span dropped sharply and was about to end.
Later, he went out of the frontier and wanted to kill the old demon in Black Mountain on the surface, but in fact he wanted to bet on the remaining life span and exchange it with the old demon.
Unfortunately, the seven arrows of nail head were too unsolvable. Even though he realized that "not here, not here", the powerful magical powers like the legendary "standing upright without shadow" were still destroyed by the body and soul.
But he still has a backup plan.
It's this soldier soul...
"In ancient times, the strong men who urged swords and weapons to pursue the pursuit of "the unity of man and soldier". The fundamental reason is that this is the harmony between the minds of man and the soldier...
For the Martial Saint, it is the will!"
Mu Qingliu stretched his five fingers. Under Yang Yu's gaze, the iron sword on his waist jumped into his palm like life.
To him, taking weapons and collecting objects from a distance is naturally nothing.
But Mu Qingliu's move still made him raise his eyebrows.
Because this sword was not affected by any external influence, it was not true Gang or Gang Qi, and it really jumped into the palm of its own hands.
"If you use your will to nourish your armor, then your armor will be spiritual. Brother Xuanba once said that if your will is great, you can even refine your armor into your body..."
Yu Yang seemed to be thinking.
Many years ago, when he was refining fine gold armor, he obtained a military armor art.
With this secret technique, only other places can temper weapons, even arrows and psychics, like driving arm.
But it is far worse than the soldier soul in front of you.
He guessed that this might be related to the successive breakage of the two-edged sword. He didn't have too much time to warm up the sword...
"well……"
Mu Qingliu sighed:
"Brother Xuanba's move is really beyond imagination. The soldier soul appears and the use of the domineering fist is already the method of the immortal god..."
While speaking, the sword returned to the sheath, raised his hand slightly, and Mu Qingliu turned around and left:
"It's time for this, Mu will go there now. As for the phoenix wings asking for gold, Mu will send it to Qi Daoguang according to Brother Xuanba's intentions..."
As the words floated, Mu Qingliu's figure had disappeared into the mountains and forests.
Yang Yu took out the "crescent phoenix wing" that he received from the main hall of the Self-Pity Life Cultivation.
Buzz!
The already silent soldier soul had already reacted the moment the "crescent phoenix wing" was taken out.
As soon as Yang Yu let go, the remaining soldiers in his palm disappeared, and the soldier soul seemed to have taken a big tonic.
The illusory body becomes staring.
The empty and unsightly eyes seemed to have focal length. He looked at Yang Yu, and a moment later, a voice came:
"She is dead?"
"Dead."
Yu Yang nodded.
"good."
The soldier nodded, and his burly figure collapsed instantly, like a bubble, dissipating in the night.
The only obsession is completed, even if it can survive, the soldier's soul will still destroy itself...
There was only a stream of light, carrying the remaining soldier and landing in Yang Yu's open palm.
On it, there seem to be fine text flowing in the glimmer of light.
"The spirit and flesh are one..."
Yang Yu's eyes turned, and the words on it had already flowed into his heart.
What surprised him was that except for some subtle details, this article was almost the same as what Lu Chen gave him back then.
This is……
"Qilian Baishan League, Wei Yan, Master Dai, Master thanked the King of Northwest for his great kindness!"
A burly man knelt on his knees and kowtowed heavily:
"After today, I will follow the 100,000 brothers from the Baishan League of Qilian, with the prince's leader!"
"Wei Yan..."
Lu Qingting, who was riding the eagle, could not even observe the surroundings, heard the loud sound of kowtows, and his heart couldn't help but move.
Wei Yan is not an ordinary person. He is on the list of beautiful mountains and rivers. He is ranked quite high. Not only is the entrance hall opened, but he also possesses two magical powers. He has briefly competed with the shadow of Bodhidharma before.
Is this surrender?
Yang Yu was calm and was about to speak. Many experts who were invited to the mountains and forests have followed him.
"Yingshan Sword Sect, I am willing to obey the prince's orders!"
"Yiyun Temple, thank you for your great kindness. If you have any orders, you will definitely do it with all your efforts!"
"Big Flag Gate..."
"Flying Fish Island..."
"Jinshan Temple..."
...
Almost in no particular order, except for the many masters of the Liansheng Sect led by Feng Wushuang, all the masters in the mountains and forests were all following.
Those who have the intention to be effective will kneel down on one knee. Even if they are not interested in the intention to be effective, they bow and bow to keep their name loudly, and are willing to be sent.
"we……"
This emotion was so strong that Lu Qingting almost bowed his head.
"The Heavenly Lord of the Unlimited Blessings!"
Looking at the swordsman whose blood was not dry inside the ruins, Yu Baimei was also a little complicated:
Chapter completed!