My magic weapons are all rule-based

Xu Shan took Zhang Biao and returned along the original route.

An hour later.

Two figures descended from the sky from different directions, one wearing a black robe and the other wearing a purple robe.

The old man in purple robe had a sinister face, and he was holding a bloody human head in his hand, and the blood was flowing back into his palm.

The blood was absorbed in an instant. Zipao dropped his withered head and smiled ferociously at Blackpao: "Good disciple, how are you doing over there?"

The middle-aged man in black robe nodded slightly: "The pursuers have been lured away... It seems that Master's side is fine."

The purple robe smiled, turned around and walked towards the main hall, followed closely by the black robe.

Looking at the empty bowl on the altar, Zipao murmured: "It took two months to absorb all the ancient immortal marrow..."

The black robe exclaimed: "It's just as expected. I didn't expect that a useless thing like the ghost spirit can be transformed into a spiritual root... The methods of the ancient immortal are indeed mysterious and unpredictable."

Zipao released his spiritual consciousness and swept around Chiyun Temple in an instant.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Okay, it seems that he has developed a habit. Even my spiritual consciousness cannot detect him."

"Go and find the Living Spiritual Root. When I succeed, you and I, the master and the disciple, will be able to control the world of cultivation in the future!"

"Disciple, congratulations to the master. From now on, there will definitely be a place for the master in the devil's path." The black robe knelt down and congratulated.

Zipao smiled and was about to speak.

Suddenly, the five fingers of the black robe turned into claws, and with a thick black aura, he thrust towards the opponent as fast as lightning!

In a hurry, Zipao only had time to form a blood film on his body.

It seemed like an ordinary blow, but it produced a suffocating power!

The blood film was torn directly, and the claw hit the purple robe without any reservation.

An explosive breath swept through the black smoke directly through the roof and into the sky, and the hall shattered.

The smoke and dust stirred up covered the entire Chiyun Temple, leaving not a trace visible.

When the smoke dissipated, the middle part of the main hall of Chiyun Temple had been completely blown to pieces, and a gully several meters deep was blasted out of the ground. Only small parts on both sides remained.

The figures of the two people were gradually revealed, with black robes and purple robes at opposite ends.

The black robe summoned the magic weapon, and the ink-colored blade wheel continued to accumulate power behind it, and little black lights continued to condense.

It indicates the next powerful blow!

The master has already reached the state of Nascent Soul Dzogchen. Although he is injured, his strength is definitely not something he can achieve with just one blow.

Zipao vomited two mouthfuls of blood, but his face did not show signs of decline. Instead, he laughed wildly and said, "Good disciple, you have left the army! Aren't you afraid of attracting more pursuers?"

The black robe smiled faintly: "Master is joking, haven't the pursuers been settled? I don't believe that the monks here have the ability to see through the forbidden formation left by Master."

Zipao vomited a mouthful of blood again, and both rows of teeth were stained with blood.

He still maintained a ferocious smile: "Traitor, my master led you to break into the tomb of the ancient immortal, seize the ancient immortal marrow, and escape all the way to the righteous territory. How many times have I saved you in total?"

"If you, an idiot, hadn't leaked your aura, scared a group of mortals to death, and attracted the pursuers, you wouldn't have missed the process of the ghost spirit's root transformation. Would my teacher have ever blamed you? You ungrateful beast!"

The blade wheel behind the black robe continued to rotate, and black light had covered nearly half of it.

This magic weapon is good everywhere, but the preparation time is too slow...

The black robe was anxious in his heart and was always ready to meet the enemy. He was stalling for time: "Master has misunderstood, and my disciple is also considering the master."

"Master has forgotten the last words of the ancient immortal. The method of cultivating living spiritual roots is just his speculation. The ancient immortal marrow was made by himself, and he only wanted to verify his results for future generations. Such a crazy person , Master, do you really believe it?”

"I just can't believe it... The ancient immortal's marrow contains the Great Dao, which is elusive. Maybe this is a method used by the ancient immortal to seize the body. Why not let the disciple help the master test it, and avoid a lot of dangers."

Zipao coughed violently, calmed down his breath and said: "Stop talking about those high-sounding nonsense. If you leave now, I will spare your life because of my old love. You can go back to southern Xinjiang by yourself."

The black robe scoffed.

Returning to the Demonic Path of Southern Xinjiang, they fought for the Ancient Immortal Marrow from the Ancient Immortal Tomb. In order to avoid pursuing the enemy, they crossed Shen Linghai and went directly to the territory of the Righteous Path.

If the master's concealment method hadn't been particularly clever, he might have died on the road long ago.

I definitely can't go back to Southern Xinjiang alone, and being in the territory of the right monks is ten times more dangerous than being in Southern Xinjiang.

It is possible to survive by breaking through the cultivation level and changing the breath. The only chance is the living spiritual root.

He couldn't figure out whether the master's current state was real or fake.

But it doesn't matter, the blade wheel suspended behind the back has already glowed with black light, just take two steps forward to ensure that it can hit him 100%.

The black robe stepped forward slowly: "Master's injury has not healed, and he has taken another blow from the disciple, which is the end of his strength, right? Otherwise, why haven't you taken action yet? Why don't I give Master a chance and let Master go first."

The purple robe stared at the black robe and sneered: "Hoho, not only did you not retreat, but you even walked towards me."

"How can I fulfill my filial piety to Master if I don't come closer?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the blade wheel behind the black robe circled from behind to in front of him like a black meteor. It suddenly grew from the size of a millstone to several meters, and then it shot towards the face of the old man in purple robe with unparalleled speed!

The black light from the blade wheel shone, and all the plants shriveled up and turned into dust.

At such a close distance, the purple-robed old man could not avoid it.

But...it seemed like he had no intention of avoiding it.

He just stood there with his back slightly bent.

Seeing this, the black-robed man suddenly felt something was wrong.

But the killing move was launched with full force, and there was no possibility of retracting it.

When the black-light blade wheel was about to cut the purple-robed man's body, something strange happened.

The blade wheel that seemed to be indestructible and the extremely condensed black light suddenly exploded inexplicably.

The broken blade wheel, along with the surging black light, was like a rolling flood mixed with countless sharp blades, rolling back!

Before the black-robed man could react, he was already covered by the broken blade wheel and black light.

The smoke and dust covered it again... and dissipated.

Only the purple-robed old man stood in the field. He smiled slightly, straightened his waist, and walked towards the black-robed man.

At this moment, the black-robed man was already dying, lying on the spot, breathing slightly by instinct.

The black-robed man's skin wrinkled and turned gray, with countless wounds piercing his body. His entire right arm was cut off by the broken blade, but no trace of blood flowed out.

The purple robe stood in front of him, with a little pity in his eyes: "Master is indeed at the end of his strength. If you just use one or two moves, I'm afraid you can succeed."

"Why do you have to use such a killer move? You are too cautious and always like to think too complicated about people's hearts."

Is he still calculating?

The black robe, who was only one breath left, had sadness in his eyes.

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