My Master Is a God

The impact of one gold and one black triggered an air wave visible to the naked eye, which spread out with Yang Yiyun and Yuan Chenhuan as the center.

The surrounding vegetation was instantly shattered by such a huge air wave.

Yang Yiyun's 30-meter-tall Dharma-like body couldn't help but retreat back to the city gate under the huge air wave.

And Yuan Chenhuan and the black-scaled python didn't swing back easily...

Both sides couldn't hit each other, and it looked like they were evenly matched.

However, Yang Yiyun knew that he was missing a step after all. Although the seal of the Immortal Supreme was powerful and the three major seals were displayed, the disadvantage was that one seal consumed more energy and soul than the other seal. In addition, the dragon scale talisman was activated before, which made Most of the power in his body has been dissipated, but at this moment he is a little weak.

On the other hand, Yuan Chenhuan was actually able to use the power of the black-scaled python demon. The previous attack was obviously fused with the power of the black-scaled python. The two-in-one power collided with his supreme magical power of immortality and was forcibly resolved. He was attacked by the Second Seal of Immortality Supreme Enlightenment.

Looking at Yuan Chenhuan's face at this moment, he didn't seem to be blushing or out of breath, and he wasn't affected much.

Thinking about it, Yuan Chenhuan, who is also old and immortal, can completely let the black scale python launch an attack, and he only needs a small amount of strength to take the lead in fighting. In this case, Yuan Chenhuan obviously has the advantage.

After Yang Yiyun thought of this, his heart became a little heavy.

The power in his body is limited, but Yuan Chenhuan, an old immortal, can use external forces. If he continues to fight like this, Yang Yiyun knows that he will lose sooner or later.

At this moment, Yuan Chenhuan laughed loudly and said: "Yang Yiyun is nothing more than a little boy. Now that you surrender obediently at my feet, it will make your death look more beautiful. Otherwise, I will wait for me to remove your bones and pull them out." You skin, refine your soul and hand over Lu Yanzhi to me as soon as possible, otherwise... you will die."

After Yuan Chenhuan combined the power of the black-scaled python, he was convinced that he was an old monster who had been practicing for thousands of years. The collision of magical powers just now made him realize that Yang Yiyun's power was insufficient and he would be defeated sooner or later.

Thinking of this, Yuan Chenhuan started to attack his heart.

Standing on the head of the black-scaled python, he urged the black-scaled python to swim and attack suddenly thinking about Yang Yiyun.

Yang Yiyun held up his face and grabbed the dragon-slaying sword in his hand with a thought. He communicated with the spirit of the dragon-slaying sword in his mind. What he could do at this time was to use all means to fight against the immortal Yuan Chen. He had known it for a long time. There is no overflow, but there is no way.

Behind him is the inner city. There is a more terrifying and unknown existence in the inner city, and he can only continue to fight Yuan Chen Huan.

Fortunately, the realization just now made him know that the magical seal of "Twelve Supremes" has a new purpose. He can use the magical seal on the dragon-slaying sword. He can try it. If it can really be used, it will be able to emit more powerful power. Only by killing the black-scaled python can we have a chance.

The Dragon-Slaying Sword Spirit has always existed, but he was too arrogant and never took the initiative to come out. It has been a long time since he last communicated with the Dragon-Slaying Sword Spirit. So far, he can only mobilize 60% of the black and yellow sword energy in the Dragon-Slaying Sword.

Now after hundreds of years, he wanted to communicate with the Dragon Sword Spirit to see if he could reach 100% Xuanhuang Sword Qi. If so, he would have the strength to fight Yuan Chenhuan.

I'm also glad that Yuan Chenhuan's cultivation was limited in the area below the Tribulation Stage, and he was always suppressed in the Great Perfection realm of the Tribulation Stage. Otherwise, if he had the cultivation level of the Third Transformation Earth Immortal, he would have been killed in an instant.

In fact, Yang Yiyun knew that compared with ordinary monks, his current strength and various methods were fully qualified to challenge ordinary Dzogchen monks in the Tribulation Stage.

Even when he met Yuan Chenhuan, an old poisonous person who suppressed his cultivation, he was always frightened when dealing with him.

From the beginning of the Fusion Realm, I couldn't do it, I didn't even dare to think about it, to the current Fusion Realm Great Perfection, I have mastered the "Twelve Supremes" magical power, the second immortality, the three seals, and the Black Lotus Sword Technique. Four transformations into eight, eight desolations into one...

His strength and cultivation have been continuously improving.

However, even with the immortal stone and dragon scale talisman, it was still difficult to face Yuan Chenhuan, and he was even unable to fight.

What's more, after the old immortal recovered from his injuries, he actually found a black-scaled python at the level of a great lord, which made him feel even more depressed. It almost made him unable to breathe.

Now I can only try all available means to fight Yuan Chen Huan.

Holding the dragon-slaying sword in his hand, he mentally communicated with the sword spirit and said: "Sword spirit..."

I shouted to Sword Spirit, but there was no response.

"Kill me to death again, and I will destroy you." Yang Yiyun was furious. The dragon-slaying sword sword spirit had obviously surrendered, but this guy was still as arrogant as before. He ignored his master and seemed to always look down on himself.

"Master, what's wrong?" Sword Spirit's voice finally sounded lazily in Yang Yiyun's mind.

"What are you talking about? I'm in such trouble, what else can I do? Without further ado, let me ask you if I can now exert 100% of the Black and Yellow Sword Qi of the Dragon Slayer Sword?" Yang Yiyun asked directly.

Yang Yiyun was also helpless about the dragon-slaying sword that even the old man couldn't see through. He really didn't know whether the weapon in his hand was a magic weapon or a grandfather?

It is said that the spirit sword has a spirit and can automatically protect its master. However, the sword spirit of the Dragon Sword never takes the initiative to help its master and is always silent.

It seems that like the old man, he is always asleep and never jumps out on his own.

This made Yang Yiyun feel that his magic weapon was like an uncle.

He always feels that he has not exerted even one-tenth of the power of the Dragon-Slaying Sword. Every time he fights, he relies on the strength of the Dragon-Slaying Sword itself to defeat an enemy.

The spiritual power in it was not exerted at all.

The only Xuanhuang Sword Qi he had could only exert 60%. As his cultivation level improved, the 60% Xuanhuang Sword Qi was simply not enough.

At this moment, listening to the lazy words of the Dragon Sword Sword Spirit, Yang Yiyun felt very angry.

If the old man hadn't been able to understand the origin of the Dragon Sword and believed that it was a treasure, Yang Yiyun would have replaced it long ago.

After speaking to the sword spirit angrily, he waited for the sword spirit's answer.

Just listen to the sword spirit saying casually: "Oh... yes, I can open the seal of the remaining 40% of the Xuanhuang Sword Qi to the master, and then I can exert 100% of the power of the Xuanhuang Sword Qi."

"You can... use it a long time ago?" Listening to the sword spirit's words, Yang Yiyun almost spat out a mouthful of old blood and roared: "You can use it a long time ago, why didn't you let me use it?"

"Master, you didn't even ask. My power is too strong. You can only use the power of Xuanhuang Sword Qi with your little cultivation. To be honest, it would be a waste just to hold the powerful dragon-slaying sword. Your cultivation is too low. Then I can't use my power, and I can't take the initiative to use the sword energy for you. Firstly, you can't control it, and secondly, it will cause me damage, which is not in my interests, so let's leave it like that."

Sword Spirit's answer made Yang Yiyun hold his breath in his heart and made him even more angry but he couldn't say anything.

Because according to what this guy said, he is not qualified to use the Dragon Sword at all, and he can barely control it in this situation.

I don’t have time to get angry, and I can’t find a suitable reason.

Sword Spirit's words were still as mean as before, with contempt in his words, as he despised his own cultivation as scum.

It was really uncomfortable to stop in Yang Yiyun's ears. He was now at the Great Perfection of the Fusion Realm. In the world of cultivation, he could be regarded as entering the ranks of high-level monks, but in the mouth of the Dragon Sword Sword Spirit, he was just a scumbag.

Qi Guiqi Yang Yiyun was certain that the level of the Dragon Sword was most likely to reach a level that he could not even imagine.

At this moment, Yuan Chenhuan had already driven the black-scaled python to swim over. Yang Yiyun had no time to argue with the dragon-slaying sword spirit and coldly snorted: "Open it..."

"as you wish."

After the sword spirit finished speaking, the dragon-slaying sword in Yang Yiyun's hand suddenly trembled and let out a sword cry.

"Buzz..."

The chant was soft and long, and Yang Yiyun even heard the sound of the dragon's life faintly.

The dragon-slaying sword burst out with bright silver light, turning into a small sun, and then emitted a bone-chilling aura that made Yang Yiyun couldn't help but shiver.

"Roar……"

At this time, the black-scaled python, driven by Yuan Chenhuan, roared at Yang Yiyun, opened its bloody mouth, and spit out a mouthful of extremely foul-smelling poisonous gas.

Yang Yiyun has the body of Dharma, but he is not afraid of the poison of the black-scaled python, but he cannot withstand the attack of the fusion power of Yuan Chenhuan and the black-scaled python. He does not dare to be careless. After a thought, a seal of enlightenment circulates and is blessed on the dragon-slaying sword. The true energy was activated in the dragon-slaying sword.

The next moment, the dragon-slaying sword buzzed and trembled. The powerful sword energy filled the air, and the chill caused the surrounding temperature to drop a lot.

Yuan Chenhuan, who was standing on the head of the black-scaled python, suddenly felt the breath of the sword in Yang Yiyun's hand and couldn't help but shudder.