Become a disciple of Taoist Priest Four Eyes

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'boom'!

Waving the wooden ruler, several huge trees with a diameter of ten thousand feet collided with the overwhelming hurricane force with a shocking power.

For a moment, the roar shook the sky.

The tree powder torn apart by the wind blade caused a 'sandstorm' to roll up millions of miles around.

Sima Fan held the natal spiritual treasure ‘Sacred Wood Spiritual Ruler’ in his hand, looking at the dim and graceful figure on the opposite side shrouded in a magnificent storm, his brows furrowed tightly.

Although he had the upper hand in this fight, there was always an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.

Moreover, hundreds of years have passed since the beginning of the fight between himself and the other party, but there is still no trace of Yu Changan and Zhao Yuanqiu.

Not even a little news.

He asked using secret methods, but there was no response. He asked his disciples to go and inquire, but he didn't come back.

All kinds of anomalies made him feel more and more unsure.

"No, we can't fight any longer."

In fear, Sima Fan waved the sacred wooden ruler and fought off the flying wind sword. He no longer hesitated and flew towards the Aoki Continent like lightning, not even caring about Jianmu Shenzhou who was watching the battle in the distance.

"You want to run? It's a pity it's too late."

Feng Zangyun's heart moved, and a fist-sized cup appeared in the clouds above his head.

This cup is completely red, with a wide mouth and a straight neck, and its ears are in the shape of a dragon. The cup is embossed with mysterious spiritual patterns, exuding a rich flavor of fire.

Goblet of Fire.

A medium-grade Hongmeng Lingbao restricted by the five Hongmeng prohibitions.

Refined by Tiangong Taoist, due to material limitations, the sixth prohibition could not be achieved.

But it's enough to deal with Sima Fan.

As soon as the mana was activated, the Goblet of Fire expanded instantly, and in a moment it became huge.

The next moment, the overwhelming golden-red fire rolled out overwhelmingly, like a river that burst its embankments.

He raised his magic power again and waved his natal spiritual treasure, the Wind God Flag, in his palm.

'call'.

The earth-shaking giant mist rose into the sky.

For a moment, the wind borrowed the power of the fire, and the fire borrowed the power of the wind, and a sea of ​​​​fire spread across hundreds of millions of miles, and rushed towards Sima Fan at an astonishing speed like lightning.

The latter had long been aware of the astonishing flames behind him.

But before he could see clearly, the overwhelming flames were already rushing towards him.

The power is already ten thousand times more powerful than the previous simple wind method.

"How can it be?!"

Sima Fan, who was horrified in his heart, didn't even have the courage to turn around and resist, so he used all his strength to run away like crazy.

This level of fire was already beyond what he could handle.

But what made him despair was that for some reason, the same astonishing fire suddenly appeared thousands of miles away in front of him.

The wall of fire covering hundreds of millions of miles, one behind the other, seemed like two big hands closing together, trapping him in the middle with nowhere to escape.

Using his consciousness, Feng Zangyun shook his head slightly as he looked at Sima Fan, who was trapped in the sea of ​​​​fire and looked desperate.

For Chongshan's direct disciples who possess the 'Little Chongshan Cave Heaven' that can move in the void, unless they are also proficient in space Taoism, trying to escape is completely nonsense.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, Sima Fan is willing to surrender, and please accept the divine fire."

There was extreme anxiety in his pleading tone.

Feng Zangyun was very aware of his mentor's penchant for high-quality labor. She also understands that with every additional Hongmeng Master operating his spiritual machine, the speed of the growth of Chongshan True Realm will increase a lot.

Even the tyranny of his own ancestors was enough to suppress them.

With a thought in his heart, the fire wall's advancement slowed down.

"If you want to survive, hand over all your spiritual treasures and then claim your own Dantian."

"I can agree, but what if you take the opportunity to kill me?"

Sima Fan's eyes wandered, looking for opportunities to escape.

Feng Zangyun, who used the projection of the Dayan Mirror to see all the expressions on his face, snorted coldly.

"I won't shed tears until I see the coffin."

The tactic prompts.

The wall of fire suddenly accelerated, wrapping Sima Fan in it like lightning.

The bursting flame ignited the surrounding wood gas. Not only did it not reduce it, it actually made the flames grow stronger.

Seeing the mana being consumed rapidly, the flames were rapidly advancing towards his own body. Sima Fan became more and more desperate.

However, he did not have the courage to self-destruct like Zhuge Wentian, the former leader of the Chiyang Sect.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, I agreed, I agreed. Please spare my life."

Feng Zangyun didn't seem to hear his words, the scorching fire rolled like a sea, and Sima Fan's mana was consumed violently. Gradually, a feeling of weakness that had not been experienced in many years arose from the bottom of my heart.

Just when he felt desperate, the surrounding fire suddenly retreated.

A cold and evil voice came.

"Hand over your natal magic weapon and call yourself Dantian, and I will spare your life."

At this time, Sima Fan had no choice.

The surrounding huge sea of ​​​​fire with a temperature of billions of degrees directly blocked all his escape routes.

He gritted his teeth.

"I hope fellow Taoist will keep his promise, Sima Fan has surrendered."

He released his palm, and a powerful pulling force enveloped his sacred wooden ruler, flying into the sea of ​​fire and disappearing.

But he didn't call himself Dantian. If so, he would really become a piece of meat on the chopping board and be slaughtered by others.

As for the magic weapon, without the sacred wooden ruler, he still has a spare in his magic bag. Although it is not as powerful as the sacred wooden ruler, it can still be used against the enemy.

Just when Sima Fan was on extreme alert.

‘Boom’!

The earth-shattering bell rang in my ears.

Sima Fan subconsciously used magic power to seal his ears to protect his soul.

But the sound of the bell was unimaginably powerful. It instantly penetrated his magic power and exploded in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Sima Fan only felt that someone took a giant hammer and hit his soul hard. Although he didn't feel much pain, his soul seemed to fall into a bottomless abyss and instantly lost all perception of the outside world.

Looking at the dull-looking Sima Fan, Feng Zangyun waved his hand, and the sky was filled with fire, and the wind and lightning turned, and swept Sima Fan back into the Goblet of Fire.

The red giant cup turned into a stream of light and fell into Fengzang Yunqingyun.

The latter's left palm held a sparkling navy blue talisman with iron-painted silver hooks and hundreds of complicated spiritual patterns written on it.

The powerful spiritual energy contains the powerful soul charm.

The divine soul talisman ‘Soul Falling Bell’.

As early as when Feng Zangyun came here to intercept Sima Fan, Xu Junming handed her the refined talisman.

In order to avoid losing hope of escape, Sima Fan took the risk and chose to self-destruct.

By then, even with the protection of the Goblet of Fire, Feng Zangyun would inevitably be seriously injured.

Fortunately everything went well.

…

While Feng Zangyun was solving his opponent, Jiang Shinian was also at a critical juncture.

As the supreme elder of the Qingmu Sect, Zhao Yuanqiu still has more power than Sima Fan and has been practicing for longer. In addition to the natal spiritual treasure, the divine wooden staff, there is also a top-notch low-grade Hongmeng spiritual treasure, the ‘Tianshu Seal’, which is a three-level spiritual treasure.

The latter is made of star meteorite iron and contains powerful star magnetism.

And the weight is amazing. When it is knocked down, it is really earth-shattering.

Coupled with the swift and sharp divine wood staff, it was like a violent storm.

‘Shua’!

The shadow of the staff filled the sky, falling down like a downpour.

A large seal with a radius of about ten feet, covered in silver light as bright as sparks, was wrapped in the shadow of the staff and flew forward like lightning.

Jiang Shinian looked solemn.

Zhao Yuanqiu is indeed a senior who has been practicing for many years and has rich experience.

There are no flaws in the connection of each move and each move, and the use is mysterious, and it is like an antelope hanging its horns without a trace, and the magic power is powerful, and the moves are continuous.

As long as he makes an oversight, he will see the opportunity and strike hard.

If it weren't for the unparalleled green bamboo aura defense of his Azure Lingzhu, Chu Bian's combination of strength and agility, and the mysterious projection of the Dayan Divine Mirror, he would have almost been injured in the opponent's hands.

However, although the situation was full of dangers at the beginning, it could even be called embarrassing.

But after more than three hundred years, with the help of the projection of the Dayan Divine Mirror, he has reached the pinnacle of understanding and has also achieved astonishing growth.

Now, dealing with Zhao Yuanqiu's techniques is much easier than before.

As soon as the magic power was activated, the mighty green wood spiritual light soared into the sky from the azure fairy bamboo, and soon supported the thousands of stick shadows falling from the sky.

For a moment, it was like rain hitting the banana trees, and a ray of light bloomed within a million miles, which was spectacular.

With a wave of Chu whip in his palm, a powerful force of energy appeared, like a poisonous dragon coming out of its cave.

‘Boom’.

After a dull loud noise, the Tianshu Seal hidden in the shadow of the staff was instantly knocked away, and at the same time, a strong force bounced back along the Chu whip.

Jiang Shinian didn't resist forcefully and flew back along with the force. He waited until the strength was almost exhausted before regaining his balance.

Zhao Yuanqiu saw this scene and frowned even more tightly.

Jiang Shinian has many spiritual treasures and various methods. Although he was in a hurry under his attack at the beginning, he never showed his defeat.

Over the next three hundred years, it grew at an astonishing rate.

Now I have become more comfortable dealing with my own Taoism.

Moreover, he has exhausted all means and has no confidence that he can win the opponent.

Coupled with the fact that there had been no news from Sima Fan and Yu Changan for a long time, he gradually began to want to leave.

Distractions arose in my mind, and the movements of my hands were inevitably affected.

Jiang Shinian was keenly aware of this change and understood it instantly.

"This person wants to escape!"

Thinking of the teacher's instructions, I no longer hesitated.

With a thought in his heart, Qingyun spread out a hundred feet.

All kinds of spiritual treasures surround it.

In addition to the Chu whip in his hand, the azure fairy bamboo floating behind his back, and the red gourd hanging on his waist, there are also Xiao Chongshan cave sky, jade bamboo staff, Youchaju, Plague Emperor walking flag, Guangyin cicada and sword Wings, as well as a square bronze mirror with a bronze color and a vast aura, just like the depth of the abyss and the breadth of the mist.

The treasures surround the bronze mirror, like a monarch and his ministers.

Jiang Shinian's heart moved, and two sword wings appeared behind him as if teleporting.

The sword wings that looked like they were no more than ten feet long were able to grow in the wind, but they turned into tens of thousands of feet long in an instant. The vast sword light, like the scorching sun, shines for hundreds of millions of miles.

As the powerful sword energy danced, it left behind black space cracks that looked like fishing nets.

Zhao Yuanqiu's expression changed drastically, and he turned around and ran away without saying a word.

I screamed wildly in my heart.

"Damn it, how come he has a middle-grade Hongmeng Lingbao?!"

Zhao Yuanqiu, who exerted all his strength to suck the milk, escaped the light as fast as lightning.

But if he is fast, how can he compare to the sword wings refined by Xu Junming?

What's more, there are spiritual treasures like Xiao Chongshan Dongtian that can teleport.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, although you can escape light quickly, my sword wings are a killing spirit treasure. They are as fast as light and lightning. Once you do it, you will never escape. Why don't you surrender? I promise to save your life. And thirty thousand After Yuanhui, I will give you your freedom."

Zhao Yuanqiu didn't seem to hear it and ran away with his head down.

After practicing for many years, he has seen too many stories of intrigue and intrigue. How could one easily believe the gentle words of an enemy?

Seeing him like this, Jiang Shinian shook his head slightly.

What he said was true, but it was a pity that the other party didn't believe it.

"In that case, you can't blame me."

The sword wings shook, and the boundless sound exploded.

It drove Jiang Shinian to fly out as if teleporting, leaving behind a white sonic boom cloud tens of thousands of feet wide, like the Milky Way.

The huge movement behind him naturally attracted Zhao Yuanqiu's attention.

Looking back subconsciously, I was almost frightened.

Jiang Shinian, who was hundreds of millions of miles away just now, was closing the distance between the two parties at an alarming speed.

Zhao Yuanqiu, who had exhausted all his strength, only hated himself for why he hadn't found a Hongmeng Lingbao that granted him speed before.

Of course, it's too late to regret.

Seeing the two sides getting closer and closer, Zhao Yuanqiu, knowing that he could not run away, turned around suddenly, his eyes were blood red and his face was filled with anger.

"I will fight with you."

He summoned up most of the mana in his body and activated the sacred wooden staff and Tianshu Seal to hit him.

Jiang Shinian saw this, smiled slightly, and shook his sword wings.

The magnificent rain of swords was like a meteor shower, with a shocking power, and lightning fell.

The sacred wooden staff and the Tianshu Seal were like carps swimming upstream. After their mana was exhausted, they disappeared into the huge sword river.

Zhao Yuanqiu's magic shield was broken with one poke.

There was a scream of "Ah!" and then it became silent.

Jiang Shinian made a seal with his hands, and the rain of swords in the sky dissipated, turning into sword wings floating behind him again.

He reached out and made a move, and the divine wooden staff and Tianshu Seal with dim spiritual light fell into his palm.

Before coming, the teacher had promised that they would arrange the spoils this time.

However, with Sword Wings, a mid-grade Hongmeng spiritual treasure, as well as Chu Whip and Azure Immortal Bamboo, it is enough for both body protection and fighting skills.

"After this matter is over, I will ask my mentor to train again and give it to his disciples."

Hongmeng monks usually only use two or three spiritual treasures, and more are useless.

Looking below, Zhao Yuanqiu was covered in blood and had already passed out.

With a pat of the red gourd on his waist, a spiritual light enveloped the other party and was absorbed into it.

Even though Zhao Yuanqiu looked miserable, his attack was very measured and did not damage the opponent's Dantian and Consciousness Sea. It only takes a period of rest to recover and contribute to the growth of Chongshan True Realm.

After everything was over, I patted the gourd.

"I don't know what's going on with Junior Sister Feng and Senior Brother Yang?"

As soon as the thought fell, his spiritual consciousness noticed a spiritual light flying from a distance.

The thought of alertness arose, but was soon put down.

Turn around and look.

What was just a ray of starlight before became longer and longer, and gradually turned into a huge one. After landing, it turned into a beautiful fairy wearing a sky blue palace dress with tassels on her waist.

It was Feng Zangyun.

"It seems that senior brother has captured Zhao Yuanqiu?"

"Haha, didn't Junior Sister capture Sima Fan too?"

After pursed his lips and smiled, he looked into the distance.

"I wonder how Senior Brother Yang is doing?"

"Why don't you go as well?"

After Feng Zangyun nodded, the two of them took off and flew toward Yang Mei's location.