Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

"Where did it go? Where did that damn white cat go?"

In the hall.

Monk Zhikong screamed like crazy. It was obvious that the conflict between Shen Yue'an and his own consciousness had completely collapsed him.

If it continued like this, it would not take long before the two consciousnesses would consume each other and finally die completely.

Seeing this, Master Changkong suddenly jumped up, and the powerful magic power of the Saint Realm directly suppressed Monk Zhikong on the spot.

"Junior brother, let's work together to separate the consciousness of the two, otherwise they will both die if we continue."

Master Changkong shouted.

"Okay."

Zhu Qincang rushed up immediately.

"We come to help."

Liang Musheng, Jingyi Sanren and other masters of the four major sects also stepped forward.

Powerful magic power formed a large net to cover Monk Zhikong, and then the magic power penetrated into his body, trying to separate the consciousness of the two.

But at this moment, a powerful magic power of the Immortal Realm attacked, directly shaking away all the people from the four major sects.

Boom!

The amazing power radiated, and Changkong Zhenren, Zhu Qincang and others were forced to retreat step by step. The saintly cultivation had no resistance to this power.

When the powerful power dissipated, a person was seen standing next to Monk Zhikong, and it was Shenyue Fenglei.

Shenyue Fenglei held Monk Zhikong in the air by the neck like a chicken, and no matter how Zhikong struggled, he could not escape.

"Shenyue Fenglei, what are you doing?" Liang Musheng shouted.

"Nothing, but I can't let you separate the consciousness of Shen Yue'an and Zhi Kong."

"Why? If we separate the two, won't they both be able to survive?"

"Who will this body belong to?"

"Of course it belongs to Master Zhi Kong."

"What a joke!"

Shen Yue Feng Lei sneered: "If the body belongs to Zhi Kong, what will happen to Shen Yue'an? Will he become a lonely ghost?"

Zhu Qincang frowned: "This body belongs to Master Zhi Kong, and Shen Yue'an's consciousness was forcibly invaded. When their consciousnesses are separated, the body should of course return to Master Zhi Kong. Master. "

"Senior Shenyue, your Shenyue Saint Clan is known as the blood of the gods, so are you so unreasonable? "

"Haha, I won't be reasonable, what can you do? "

Shenyue Fenglei sneered disdainfully: "The world of cultivating immortals emphasizes the strong are respected, and people with strength can be unreasonable and do whatever they want. "

"If you are not convinced, you four major sects can come up and rob people, haha, as long as you can touch a corner of me, I will consider you the winner, and you can take Monk Zhikong away. "

His tone was extremely confident.

And the other Shenyue clan members around, one by one, also had a playful look on their faces, looking at the people from the four major sects, as if they were watching a monkey being fooled.

Obviously, they all had full confidence in Shenyue Fenglei, and did not take the people from the four major sects seriously at all.

"You are too arrogant!"

Liang Musheng roared angrily, suddenly jumped up, and a sword light slashed Shenyue Fenglei directly.

"Don't!"

Zhu Qincang was shocked and wanted to stop him immediately, but it was too late.

The sword light was extremely fast, and it came to the top of Shenyue Fenglei's head in the blink of an eye.

But Shenyue Fenglei looked contemptuous, stretched out his finger and flicked the sword light lightly.

Bang!

In an instant, a strong force broke out, and the sword light was actually bounced back and slashed towards Liang Musheng instead.

"No, get out of the way!"

Changkong Zhenren's face changed drastically, and he immediately flashed to Liang Musheng's side.

At the same time, Zhu Qincang and more than a dozen saints from the four major sects also arrived in an instant, joining forces to resist the sword light that was reflected back.

Boom!

The sword light collided with the magic power of more than a dozen saints.

In an instant, the brilliant light bloomed, and the sword light directly shattered and dissipated.

But the power that broke out was like a flood that broke through the dam, and it directly forced more than a dozen saints away.

Changkong Zhenren flew backwards and hit the wall of the hall hard, and a large mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth, and his face was as pale as paper.

The other saints were even more miserable. They were hit so hard that their skins were torn and blood was flowing. There was hardly a piece of intact skin on their bodies.

The scene was dead silent.

Those small sects and independent cultivators who were watching seemed to have stopped breathing.

They were shocked by the strength of Shenyue Fenglei.

After all, in their view, the four major sects were already a towering existence.

Those more than ten saints, any one of them, was enough to sweep all of them and dominate the entire southern region of immortal cultivation.

But such a powerful dozen masters could not withstand a single move under the hands of Shenyue Fenglei.

Such a gap in strength was really amazing.

They suddenly felt stupid. Why did they risk their lives to come to Juejing Hanyuan?

In front of such a strong man, do they really have the hope of grabbing the opportunity to become immortal?

They felt that their trip here seemed to have no meaning at all except to die!

"What do you think? Do you want to fight again?"

Looking at the saints from the four major sects who were sitting against the wall, covered in blood and unable to stand up, Shen Yue Feng Lei calmly patted the corner of his clothes and brushed off the dust that didn't exist.

"It seems that you don't want to fight anymore. Oh, it's so boring. You can't even take one of my moves."

"With such weak strength, I really don't know what you were shouting about just now? A bunch of idiots."

Shenyue Fenglei shook his head mockingly, and threw Zhikong monk to the back: "Young Master, this person belongs to you. As long as you help Shenyue An merge the monk's consciousness, he can be resurrected."

"Thank you, Third Uncle."

Shenyue Hongguang was overjoyed and raised his hand to catch Zhikong monk.

But the next moment, Zhikong monk's body suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Shenyue Hongguang stretched out his hands and froze in place, looking like a fool.

He stared at Zhikong monk blankly and asked, "Third Uncle, what are you doing, put him down?"

"Shut up!"

But Shenyue Fenglei scolded him.

At this time, Shenyue Hongguang realized that not only Shenyue Fenglei, but also the other four immortal elders present were also solemn.

They looked at the back of the crowd.

Shenyue Fenglei said in a deep voice: "Master Jiankong, do you want to intervene in this matter?"

Crash!

The crowd quickly parted, revealing Zhao Mu behind.

Shenyue Hongguang then realized that it was Zhao Mu who had held Monk Zhikong in place.

"Amitabha!"

Zhao Mu put his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name and said with a smile: "Don't blame me, everyone. As the saying goes, one must be loyal to someone who has entrusted you with something. Since I promised Daoyou Wanyu to protect the lives of the people from the four major sects, I naturally cannot let Zhikong die in your hands."

He waved his hand gently, and Monk Zhikong immediately turned around and flew back, landing beside him.

He pointed his right index finger at Monk Zhikong's brow, and his magic power immediately sank into it, and began to separate the two people's consciousness.

Shenyue Fenglei looked ugly: "Master Jiankong, you are also bullying too much. Do you really think that my Shenyue Saint Clan is afraid of you?"

"Haha!"

Zhao Mu smiled indifferently: "To paraphrase your words, if you have strength, you can be unreasonable. If you are not convinced, just come and rob."