Dragon and Tiger Taoist

In the deep valley, the void is collapsing. Four figures are constantly colliding with each other. Immortal power is overflowing. And further away, there are still a few eyes staring at this place.

"Jiulong Zhenshi."

A dragon court loomed behind, with all the people bowing their heads, holding the purple and gold nine-dragon mace in their hands, and Yu Wenhua struck the void.

Roar, the nine dragons roared, the majesty of the emperor burst out, and it was thick and heavy that was difficult to express. The purple and gold nine dragon mace was aimed at Zhang Chunyi and hit him on the head.

Catching such a change, Zhang Chunyi frowned slightly and had to give up his plan to pursue Taoist Changchun and Qingyin.

"The Imperial Pseudo Immortal Fruit really has something unique about it."

"Three heads and six arms!"

"The dragon and the elephant are powerful, the nine oxen are powerful, and they punch in an instant!"

The thoughts in his mind turned, and he made a fist with five fingers, manifesting a body with three heads and six arms. The ghost flames all over his body were even more intense, and they wanted to burn through the sky. Zhang Chunyi waved his six arms together, trying to shake the immortal weapon with his physical body. When the bull head fell, the middle-grade Taoist ghost body As well as the low-grade Taoist species Danghun was refined by Heishan, the low-grade Taoist species Jiu Niu and the low-grade Taoist hegemony were owned by Liu Er.

Roaring, the dragon elephant neighed, the shadow of the nine bulls emerged, and the ancient and vast energy filled the air, as if returning to the ancient times. At this moment, unrivaled power burst out from Zhang Chunyi's body, and he was like a living demon.

Although Liu Er has not yet entered the realm of pseudo-immortals, and the true meaning of power has not yet touched the law, the power of the Dragon Elephant Tao Seed and the Nine Ox Tao Seed cannot be fully exerted. The Nether Body can be used as a carrier to activate this power unscrupulously. There is no need to worry about being overwhelmed, coupled with the blessing of the power of ghosts and gods, using quantitative changes for qualitative changes, this is still an unrivaled force.

The stacking formula was running, and the fist seals all over the sky were unified. As Zhang Chunyi punched out, the world suddenly became silent.

There was a loud sound, and after a short period of silence, the void shattered into pieces, and the roaring sound resounded throughout the world, causing everyone to lose their hearing.

At the same time, he collided with Zhang Chunyi's jade-white fist, and an unparalleled force burst out, letting out a cry. The Nine Dragons shadows around him collapsed one after another, and the purple and gold Nine Dragon Mace flew back directly, and even Yuwen Wenhua was Suffered backlash.

"Are you really a god?"

He suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood and retreated in the void. He looked at Zhang Chunyi, who had three heads and six arms and was bathed in the demonic flames of the netherworld. Yu Wenhua couldn't hide the look of shock in his eyes. He didn't expect that the other party would do this without using any fairy weapons. This almost brutal gesture knocked away his purple and gold Nine Dragon Mace.

"This kind of power should not be possessed by a pseudo-immortal. The only thing to be thankful for is that he has not yet become a pseudo-immortal with his strength, otherwise..."

His eyes darkened, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and used his magical powers. Yu Wenhua continued to recover from his injuries. At this moment, there was a deep fist mark on his chest. After Zhang Chunyi's previous punch knocked away the Purple Gold Nine Dragon Mace, it still He was severely injured, but fortunately it was relatively easy to recover from such an injury.

On the other hand, Taoist Changchun, who took the opportunity to absorb magical powers, absorb the power of heaven and earth, and re-condensed his body, saw such a scene, and his heart kept sinking. At this time, Zhang Chunyi showed more energy than when he defeated him before. violent.

With thoughts swirling in his mind, he consciously turned his attention to Qing Yin, and Qing Yin's face didn't look good at this time.

"On the outside, there are yin and yang supernatural powers to protect the body, and on the inside, there is a powerful Netherworld body. Not only is the physical body powerful, but the recovery power is also extremely strong. Coupled with the brute force accumulated in this body, seriously..."

Green flames rose all over his body, and Zhang Chunyi's figure was reflected in his dark green eyes. Qing Yin felt quite troubled.

In his opinion, Zhang Chunyi's attack was indeed powerful, but apart from the flash of sword light, it was actually not fatal to the pseudo-immortal. The real trouble was Zhang Chunyi's defense, which made it impossible to attack.

"Look for an opportunity to use the five-color phoenix fan, and win the battle with one move."

There was a subtle feeling in his heart, and he didn't want to delay it any longer. He started to use the secret method, and the aura around Qingyin began to rise.

"Phoenix Crown!"

The flames flowed, turned into a crown, and cried loudly. An arrogant and overbearing intimidation burst out from Qingyin's body, sweeping across the world. At this moment, Qingyin's already strong strength actually increased again.

"Phoenix Song·Hundred Birds and Phoenix Tribulation!"

Feeling that his strength has been raised to the limit, he flaps his wings and soars into the sky. He lets out a cry of Qingyin. The sound is melodious and magical, causing the heaven and earth to resonate, and all kinds of Taoist rhythms move accordingly.

At this moment, the sea of ​​​​fire emerged, and spiritual birds flew out from the wave of flames, following Qingyin. Although they were all creations of flames, they were lifelike. Each one was extremely agile and possessed powerful power. None of them are weaker than the Demon King, and the strongest ones among them are even comparable to Chunyang. The most important thing is that they vaguely form a formation.

“A hundred birds return to their nest!”

Continuing to sing loudly, piercing the sky, showing the murderous intention in his heart, the green chant guided the birds, wrapped in the sea of ​​fire, swept towards Zhang Chunyi, and instantly turned into a nest of fire, covering the void.

Seeing such a scene, Zhang Chunyi's eyes moved slightly.

"Using the power of sound to create living beings? Although the Phoenix Clan is said to be kind and happy, it is really unexpected that they can achieve this level. It seems that my previous understanding of the Phoenix Clan was too one-sided."

With a thought, Zhang Chunyi waved his fist as he looked at the bird's nest that wanted to trap him to death.

"Snapshot Divine Fist!"

Fist marks appeared all over the sky, without any fancy. Under the tyrannical power, in an instant, the spirits of the birds were exploded one after another, and the so-called bird's nest was shattered.

But at this moment, the birds began to cry, and the broken spirit of the birds was reborn like a phoenix. It pounced on Zhang Chunyi with a more powerful posture. For a moment, Zhang Chunyi's figure was completely enveloped in the sea of ​​fire.

Seeing such a scene, a sneer appeared on Qingyin's face.

The sound of the phoenix reaches the heaven and the earth, and can be used to its extreme to communicate the will of God in the underworld. The formation of the spirit of the birds has nothing to do with the sound of the phoenix, but the reason why this magical power is called a calamity is because with the power of the sound of the phoenix, the birds can It is connected with the will of heaven and turns into a kind of disaster between heaven and earth.

This is a magical power that Feng Qiwu painstakingly created in order to understand the creation of heaven and earth. Although he can only use secret techniques to activate it now, and the power he can exert is very limited, it is by no means an ordinary monk who can easily deal with it.

To be an enemy of the birds is to be an enemy of the heaven and the earth. Every time the birds are killed, the birds will become stronger, because the real enemy of the monks is not the birds, but the heaven and the earth.

"Aren't you going to take action yet?"

Looking at Yu Wenhua and Taoist Changchun, Qingyin said.

Hearing this, Changchun Taoist took action without hesitation, and Yu Wenhua's eyes moved slightly, and finally activated the immortal weapon Purple Gold Nine Dragon Mace again. Qingyin's magical power Hundred Birds Phoenix Tribulation was particularly agile and could coordinate perfectly. Changchun Taoist and Yu Wenhua's attacks forced Zhang Chunyi to retreat continuously, and he no longer showed his previous domineering attitude.