Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

Under the strong suction, Xiaotian's buttocks were facing backwards, getting closer and closer to the pagoda.

At the same time, the suction also passed Xiaotian and tried to pull

Yu Yangzi sneered: "Don't struggle, a dog demon with almost exhausted mana, and two inferior cultivators, you can't escape from the palm of my hand today."

As he spoke, hundreds of streams of light suddenly appeared in the distance, and in the blink of an eye they flew over Chisong City.

These people were wearing the same Taoist robes as Yu Yangzi and the others. They were obviously disciples of the Holy Artifact Sect, and each of them exuded a strong aura.

Among them, the weakest ones had the Manifestation Realm, and there were several who were like Yu Yangzi and Yu Zhenzi, who were also in the Sage Realm.

Even the middle-aged Taoist priest who was the leader was in the Sage Realm.

"Brother, why are you here?"

Yu Yangzi and Yu Zhenzi looked up and asked.

The middle-aged saint narrowed his eyes slightly: "We are relatively close to Chisong City. Master received your message and was afraid that you were in danger, so he asked us to rush here first. He will arrive soon, but now it seems... it seems that we are useless?"

"Trouble Master and Senior Brother."

Yu Yangzi nodded: "We thought the opponent was a saint, so we hurriedly sent a message to Master, but we didn't expect it was just a dog demon in the sage realm."

Yu Zhenzi also snorted: "Yes, at first we thought the opponent was a saint, and we were really afraid of dying. Who knew it was such a pair of bastards."

"Just a Yuanshen realm plus a Riyou realm, actually thought that they could run wild in our Saint Artifact Sect's territory with a dog demon in the sage realm, they are simply ignorant of life and death."

"Senior Brother, wait a moment, Senior Brother Yu Yangzi will be able to refine them soon."

Yu Zhenzi's eyes were cold, just staring at Xiaotian, not even bothering to look

At this time, Xiaotian's body was finally less than three feet away from the pagoda, and it seemed that he would be completely sucked in the next moment.

Yu Yangzi changed his seal, ready to activate the pagoda's refining ability as soon as Xiaotian was sucked in, and refine the dead dog to death.

But at this moment, a figure appeared out of thin air next to the pagoda.

This man looked to be in his thirties or forties, wearing scholar's clothes, and looked more like a mortal scholar than a cultivator.

This man stood in front of the pagoda, stretched out a hand and gently placed it on the pagoda.

"Looking for death!"

Yu Yangzi sneered.

This man who suddenly appeared obviously wanted to save the dead dog.

But he dared to touch his own pagoda, isn't he waiting to be taken in together?

"Humph, no matter who you are, since you are looking for death, don't blame me for refining you all together, you..."

But before Yu Yangzi finished speaking.

But a scream suddenly came: "Yu Yangzi, run, give up the pagoda!"

What?

Yu Yangzi turned back in surprise, only to find that the person who spoke was actually his saint brother.

What does it mean?

Why did my senior brother let me run away, and even let me give up the pagoda?

What was he thinking?

This pagoda was a treasure that I spent eight hundred years and worked hard to refine. How could I just give it up?

What's more, I was about to refine the dead dog, why should I run away now?

But before he could figure it out, a terrifying power suddenly came, and there was a heart-wrenching pain spreading in his body.

Yu Yangzi's face changed drastically, and he looked at the scholar who suddenly appeared in disbelief, and finally understood why his senior brother let him run away.

Because this scholar was a master of the saint realm.

The powerful magic power belonging to the saint burst out from the scholar's body and was forcibly poured into the pagoda through his palm.

Yu Yangzi watched helplessly as cracks appeared on his pagoda, and the cracks became larger and larger.

The magic weapon was severely damaged, and Yu Yangzi, as the owner, was immediately backlashed, so the body would experience heart-wrenching pain.

He wanted to escape, wanted to abandon the pagoda immediately, but it was too late!

Boom!

The next moment, the pagoda shattered, and the fragments flew towards him and Yu Zhenzi like sharp arrows.

"Puff..."

Yu Yangzi vomited blood, and his whole body was stiff as wood for a while, and it was extremely difficult to move his feet.

Yu Zhenzi screamed in fear: "Brother, save me!"

The sword-like fragments were about to pierce through the two of them.

Suddenly, a figure blocked the two of them, and it was the middle-aged saint.

"Break!"

The middle-aged saint shouted, and the same powerful magic power surged out, directly shattering all the fragments, and then collided with the magic power of the scholar.

Boom!

The violent power immediately shook the universe, and the middle-aged saint, along with Yu Yangzi and Yu Zhenzi behind him, were shocked to retreat hundreds of feet before they could barely stop.

Yu Yangzi and Yu Zhenzi were pale, and it was obvious that even with the protection of the middle-aged saint, they were all seriously injured.

They were shaky and seemed to fall at any time.

The middle-aged saint could only wave his hand and send the two to the disciples of the Holy Artifact Sect.

He stared coldly at the scholar opposite him: "What is your name, why do you want to interfere in the affairs of our Holy Artifact Sect?"

The scholar also retreated a hundred feet, and ignored the middle-aged saint at all, but turned to Zhao Mu below and saluted: "Liu Dun, meet the master."

That's right, this scholar was the first incense god Zhao Mu canonized after he obtained the incense peach wood - Wenqu Star Lord Liu Dun.

When Zhao Mu canonized Wenqu Star Lord, the other party was only at the level of a god.

But after thousands of years of continuous accumulation of merit, Wenquxingjun has already become a master of the Saint Realm.

However, at this moment, he deliberately concealed his aura. As long as he did not use his full strength, no one present could know that he was not a cultivator, but a god of incense.

In addition, he was actually Zhao Mu's first disciple. In the past, when they met privately in the Hanhai Continent, they all called Zhao Mu "Master".

However, when Zhao Mu summoned him through the Three Thousand Temples just now, he had secretly conveyed his message not to reveal each other's identities, so he changed his name to Zhao Mu's Master.

At this time, the middle-aged saint, Yu Yangzi, Yu Zhenzi and a group of Saint Artifact Sect disciples were shocked and widened their eyes.

They suddenly couldn't understand this world.

It's just a cultivator in the Yuanshen Realm, and it's okay to have a dog demon pet in the Sage Realm. Why is it that a saint now also respects it as the master?

Is this world crazy?

When did saints become so worthless?

At this time, Xiaotian had already landed on the tea stall, panting and saying, "Huh... I was almost refined into blood, it's too dangerous, Ping'er quickly pour a cup of tea for Master Uncle to calm down."

"Yes, Master Uncle!"

Liang Ping quickly poured the tea and placed it in front of Xiaotian.

Zhao Mu smiled and said, "Who told you to fight one against two? You asked for it if you were refined."

Xiaotian smiled awkwardly, "Hehe, I thought that even if I was not the opponent, I would not lose too badly. Who would have thought that the magic weapons of these two people were so powerful."

"It's a pity that my innate magical power is not for fighting, otherwise I wouldn't have been so embarrassed just now."

"Master, you have to vent your anger for me, otherwise I will be beaten in vain."