Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

"How could it be them?"

Looking at the two familiar monks, a man and a woman, Wang Fu was a little surprised.

Those two people were none other than the couple that Wanfamen handed over to Wang Fu and Jiang Yan when they went to the capital of Daxia to perform the task of supervising the royal family a few years ago.

Guo Donglai.

Yin Yun.

A person who lives a free and easy life, a desirable Taoist couple.

"Brother Fu, what's wrong?" Seeing the change in Wang Fu's expression, Zhou Peng couldn't help but ask via voice message.

"When you meet two acquaintances, don't rush to kill them." Wang Fu signaled with his eyes. Although Zhou Peng was a little confused, he chose to respect Wang Fu.

He has been called Fu Ge since childhood.

In order to prevent accidents, Wang Fu flicked his finger, and a stagnant spirit talisman flew out. In the puzzled eyes of all the disciples of the sect, the stagnant spirit talisman instantly turned into stardust and scattered in a radius of ten feet. The stars fell down and soaked their bodies.

"What's this?"

"Guang Yu?"

Just when all the disciples of the Ten Thousand Dharma Sect were confused, they suddenly found that the speed of spiritual power in their bodies had become extremely slow, and they could not even use half of their strength.

Everyone's expressions changed drastically, they were shocked, frightened, and confused. Someone immediately asked:

"Uncle Zhao, what are you..."

"Nothing, I just want to invite you to a place." Wang Fu said with a smile.

"Go...where do you need to suppress our cultivation?" A middle-aged man at the thirteenth level of Qi Refining raised his hands and said, but Wang Fu's consciousness clearly saw that everyone, including this middle-aged man, had secretly prepared. Sacrifice the magic weapon.

Wang Fu waved his hand, and a red-black flag with a sinister black aura appeared in his hand. He looked at the ten-foot-long flag, then at the eighteen frightened faces, and grinned:

"Of course it's my Ten Thousand Soul Banner."

Wang Fu said it in an understatement, but those disciples of Wan Dharma Sect looked shocked. This was the Wan Soul Banner that made countless cultivators fear from the bottom of their hearts.

"escape!"

Someone shouted something, and the eighteen Qi Refining Realm monks from Wanfa Sect immediately fled in all directions. Some even wanted to use flying magical weapons. However, their spiritual power was suppressed by the stagnant spirit talisman, whether they were casting spells or sacrificing weapons. The power of the magic weapon was greatly reduced, and some people almost stumbled.

call out! call out!

Two sharp streams of light, one gold and one blue, shuttled through the group of frantically escaping monks from Wanfamen, splashing blood, and one head after another rose into the sky, and then rolled to the ground.

Even though there was a defensive magic weapon, it was not enough to see in front of the two flying swords. Within a few breaths, half of the head was moved.

Upon seeing this, a monk at the thirteenth level of Qi Refining rolled his eyes in circles and immediately yelled:

"We can't escape. Let's fight back. Maybe we can still have a chance to survive."

Seeing their fellow disciples being killed one after another, the remaining monks were also aroused to their bloody passion. In addition, as soon as these words were spoken, the remaining monks turned around and sacrificed their attack weapons and killed them back.

However, the monk at the 13th level of Qi Refining who was the first to speak out not only did not turn around, but secretly taunted, he instead ran away even harder into the distance.

"A bunch of idiots, haha..."

However, he had just escaped far when he felt a strong pressure coming from the top of his head. The scorching waves of flames made his hair almost ignite. When he looked up, all the dead souls were coming out, and he saw a huge Rocks fell from the sky, and hot flames burned on the rocks.

Like a meteorite.

"No……"

When death came, he only had time to scream before he was smashed into powder by the flaming meteorite.

A deep pit several feet in size on the ground was burning with raging fire. Wang Fu watched this scene from a distance and sneered:

"You still want to escape in front of me? But the power of this Fire Meteor Talisman is pretty good."

Zhou Peng's two flying swords finally completed their mission, and fifteen round heads fell to the bottom of the cliff, leaving only a man and a woman alive.

It was Guo Donglai and his wife Yin Yun.

The couple looked at their fellow sect members who died tragically and were filled with sadness. However, they also discovered clues. They thought they would follow in the footsteps of other sect members, but they did not see the two unrivaled flying swords attacking them.

For a moment, it was neither retreat nor advance, and I just stood at the foot of the cliff, feeling uneasy.

Especially Uncle Peng, who controlled the flying sword to kill people, was staring at them with extremely terrifying eyes.

"Husband, what happened? Why are the two uncles here to kill us?" Yin Yun looked at the corpses of her classmates scattered on the ground, her face turned pale, she held her husband's hand tightly, and then she spoke for a moment. Anxiety.

Guo Donglai shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't know very well, but he had a guess:

"If they are really our uncles, it is for the Ten Thousand Souls Banner... News has spread from the Immortal Sect that Master Hu Shengzi is refining the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to attack the enemies of Da Qi, but using his own sect It is really unlikely that the disciple’s life will fill the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.”

"There is another possibility. They are no longer our uncles. Either they are pretending to be others, or they have betrayed the Immortal Sect..."

"No matter what the situation is, if they haven't taken action against us yet, then we have hope of survival."

Guo Donglai patted the hand that Yin Yun was holding on to him. Although he was also afraid of death, he still tried his best to comfort his wife. He and his wife Yin Yun cultivated immortality together, supporting each other along the way, and encountered many dangers, but this was the first time that death was so close at hand today.

"No matter what, I'm with you."

"Well, Yin Yun is also with her husband." Yin Yun forced a smile and tried to squeeze out a trace of smile.

After collecting all the sixteen souls into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, Wang Fu finally freed his hands. He looked at the two people who were looking at each other affectionately from a distance, and a wind control technique floated over and said:

"What a pair of desperate mandarin ducks."

Guo Donglai frowned, protected Yin Yun behind him, and looked at Wang Fu with Zhao Tianlong's appearance. Suddenly, he found that although the man in front of him looked exactly like Uncle Zhao, he had a different temperament and even height and body shape. He knew in his heart that this person was not Uncle Zhao, and the real Zhao Tianlong, Uncle Zhao, should be dead.

He said in a deep voice:

"Who are you? You killed my fellow disciples but left my husband and I alone. What do you want?"

"Have you discovered it? If so, there is no need to hide it." Wang Fu pulled the corner of his mouth, stroked his face with his palm, and lifted the disguise. "Brother Guo, do you still recognize me?"

Looking at Wang Fu's true face, Guo Donglai carefully searched the memory in his mind, and soon reacted, saying in surprise:

"It's you, Wang Fu of Luoyu Sect."

"Yes, it's me." Wang Fu nodded, "I didn't expect that we would be facing each other with swords after meeting again a few years ago."

"Yes, facing each other with swords..."

"In just a few years, the changes in the world of cultivating immortals in Daxia have been earth-shaking." Guo Donglai also reacted. When he saw Wang Fu's true face, he understood everything. His face was complicated for a while, and finally turned into a bitter smile and shook his head slightly.

The destruction of Luoyu Sect and the attack on the world of cultivating immortals in Daqi were major events that had not happened for hundreds or thousands of years.

As a disciple of Luoyu Sect, it makes sense for Wang Fu to kill them here. It's just that in just a few years, the other party has become a powerful foundation-building cultivator, while he is still standing still.

Sighing, Guo Donglai turned his head and looked at his wife beside him, with tenderness in his eyes:

"Yun'er, I'm afraid my husband and I are doomed today. I'm sorry that I couldn't protect you..."

"Husband, there's no need to say sorry... I'm satisfied to meet you in this life..." Yin Yun had tears in her eyes, and put her finger on Guo Donglai's lips to stop him from continuing.

Looking at this scene, Wang Fu was a little stunned, and couldn't help laughing:

"Brother Guo, are you so sure that I will kill you?"