My Master Is a God

What Yang Yiyun brought out this time was the "Eight Parts of the Heavenly Dragon Sutra". It was taught to him when he went to his master's mother-in-law Tianji's dojo to play the guqin against Shendi Jiang, and finally broke the supreme magical power of Shendi Jiang Qinyin. .

Speaking of which, he got the three divine beads after destroying the three guardian gods one by one, including the Water God, the She Corpse God, and the Divine Emperor Jiang. Unfortunately, when he entered the Master's Dao, he used them on the door. The three divine beads were three. The key, otherwise it can be used today.

However, the eight-part Tianlong Sutra taught by the old man is also a supreme method that is specially used to disturb the opponent's mind, spirit, Taoism, illusion, etc.

At this moment, the soul-taking ancestor was also trying his best, and the dark clouds gathered into a huge body. The power of the sky was so great that it locked onto him instantly.

In the blink of an eye, this ferocious beast gathered by dark clouds fell from the sky and headed straight for Yang Yiyun...

Yang Yiyun's eight-part Tianlong Sutra was recited by the image of his natal god. It was short of three thousand words, and each sentence was a mantra. Each sentence consumed the huge mana and soul power in his body.

As he thought, his forehead was rolling, and his back was soaked with cold sweat. At the last moment, his body was trembling, and he gritted his teeth and persisted.

Just three thousand words of mantra, Yang Yiyun was in the same situation when he first tried it, and it is still the same now, but the power is naturally different.

Just when the beast in the sky reached three meters above Yang Yiyun's head, Yang Yiyun sweated profusely and finally finished the eight Tianlong Sutras.

The ancestor of Soul Capture who was standing in the distance was also watching nervously. This time he used his old skills, which is a high-level forbidden technique in Soul Capture. Just this one action drained 80% to 90% of the strength in his body. , if he can't win Yang Yiyun this time, he will run away.

It is true that the real power of the soul-taking ancestor is to control the souls of others. Although he is a master of the Immortal King's Dzogchen, his physical strength is weak, so he spent a lot of effort to steal the ancient immortal tomb to refine it. He bought two Yasheng puppets to protect himself.

But what about now?

The big man in black armor went to chase the escaped people, but he has not come back yet, which can only mean that he was entangled.

As for the other one, he was sealed in the blood coffin by that kid. For him, Yang Yiyun couldn't get close to him.

Because in the opinion of the ancestor of Soul Capture, if his sub-sage puppets can suppress the opponent's face, his power must be extremely powerful. The key is that this kid's tricks are endless and impossible to guard against.

What's more important is that the power of his soul-stirring magic is of no use to that kid. It has been resolved several times, and it can't even get into the sea of ​​consciousness.

This is what matters.

The soul-stirring technique is indeed powerful, but the key point is to be able to control it. His technique doesn't work on the opponent, so how can he control it?

Therefore, this soul-taking ancestor was a costly blow. If he still couldn't defeat Yang Yiyun, he would retreat without hesitation.

These old guys have been practicing for countless years and are human beings. They know how to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune.

But the soul-taking ancestor finally laughed when he saw that the soul beast he condensed with his secret method landed three meters above Yang Yiyun's head. In his eyes, Yang Yiyun was sweating profusely and seemed to be frightened.

"A junior is a junior after all. If you want to fight me, the ancestor, you are still far away~" the Soul-Taking Ancestor muttered.

only……

As soon as the soul-taking ancestor finished speaking, he saw Yang Yiyun roar loudly, and then he saw a white light coming from Yang Yiyun's body, and eight silver-white dragons rushed out of him in the blink of an eye.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch~"

Eight dragon roars echoed throughout the entire venue, earth-shaking.

At this moment, the Soul-Taking Ancestor's whole body trembled, his eyes widened and he said, "How... is it possible...?"

In an instant, he felt extremely powerful pressure filling the entire world.

Silver-white giant dragons rushed into the black cloud beast in the blink of an eye.

"Roar~"

The sound of mourning rang out from the black clouds.

The soul-taking ancestor saw that the huge black cloud formed by his magic power exploded with silvery white, as if it was cracking.

"Boom~"

After a dull sound, the entire black cloud beast fell apart and turned into ashes.

"Ah...poof~"

At this moment, Yang Yiyun heard the screams of the soul-taking ancestor, and could see clearly that the old immortal spit out a mouthful of blood.

But in the next moment, he flew away and ran away without hesitation.

"Hmph, I still wanted to escape, but it's too late, Tianlong slays the demon."

With a cold snort, Yang Yiyun waved his hand, and the eight silver-white dragons transformed by his mantra in mid-air did not dissipate after the impact shattered the dark cloud beast. Although they were dimmed a lot, they were still hovering with the mentality of the eight heavenly dragons. , under his command, Long Ming suddenly chased the soul-stirring Ancestor all day long.

After finally gaining the upper hand, Yang Yiyun would not let the soul-sucking ancestor go so easily.

…

Regarding the soul-catching ancestor, he never expected that Yang Yiyun would be so difficult to deal with, possessing many high-level magical powers, one after another.

Seeing that the dark cloud beast was destroyed, he knew that it would not be easy to continue the battle. It wasn't long after he drove out of the mountain, but he didn't want to lose too much. Who would have thought that he would provoke such a evil star today?

Although I am not afraid of this kid, there is no need to continue fighting.

He had lost the soul of a ferocious beast in the soul-stirring technique he had just performed. There were three ferocious beast souls in his crutch. They were all treasures that he had spent his energy and blood nourishing. Now he lost them to a boy in the realm of Immortal Lord. One end.

In front of this kid, he ran into one wall after another, and his heart was really bleeding. Although in his eyes, this kid's cultivation was not very good, but at this moment, he felt the danger keenly, so he retreated without hesitation.

He has suffered a lot of losses. The backlash of his soul has already injured him. He should stay away from the edge for now and settle the score later.

The Ya Sheng puppet was taken away by that kid. It is impossible to let this matter go. We must get it back.

But it doesn't work now. He was injured in the backlash and needs to retreat temporarily. He also has the black-armored Yasheng puppet. After recalling it, he will recover from his injuries and come back. He will definitely cut this kid into pieces.

The Ancestor of Soul Capture had a good plan in his mind, but he underestimated Yang.

The Eight Heavenly Dragons are mantra magical powers. Even if someone Yang used them, he was still sweating profusely and almost fainted. The remaining power swept towards the soul-taking ancestor in an instant...

In a blink of an eye, the Soul-Captivating Ancestor, who was already a thousand meters away, found eight heavenly dragons coming toward him with his heart beating. This was a high-level magical power, and he knew that there was no way to avoid it.

He can only grit his teeth and resist. Otherwise, his life may have to be dealt with.

His face was extremely ugly, and he shouted angrily: "This junior is bullying others too much~"

The Ancestor of Soul-Taking felt the pressure and was cursing. He suddenly touched the skull crutch in his hand with one finger and shouted: "Taking Soul, evil spirits from earth and heaven, rise~"

The last word roared out, and the ancestor of the Soul Master raised his skull crutch at the eight heavenly dragons flying behind him.

The next moment the crutch erupted with black light.

"Roar~"

"Stay~"

Last time, two ferocious demon spirits appeared in the huge and vast black light. They were really the ferocious spirits that the ancestor of the soul-catcher kept in the crutch.

One is like a lion and the other is like a big snake.

Roaring fiercely, he rushed towards the eight heavenly dragons, and their size increased several times. They looked more than a hundred meters in size, while Yang Yiyun's eight heavenly dragons were only over ten meters in size.

The two ferocious beasts are very important. In the blink of an eye, they are fighting together, and the sky is constantly roaring.

When Yang Yiyun flew over, the battle was over. The soul-taking ancestor released the lion-like ferocious beast and dissipated. The big snake was still there, but its body was much darker.

As for his eight celestial dragons, they completely dissipated. This was a magical technique, not a real celestial dragon. It was normal for them to dissipate.

However, the big snake released by the soul-taking ancestor was actually the soul of the ferocious beast. One of them was killed by Tianlong, and the remaining one was a threat to him.

But when Yang Yiyun saw the embarrassed look of the soul-catching ancestor, he laughed. It was obviously a big price for this old immortal to release the souls of two ferocious beasts, and his body seemed to be crumbling.

In fact, Yang Yiyun was not feeling well either. He had almost exhausted all his energy.

At this time, the soul-taking ancestor saw Yang Yiyun chasing after him, and summoned the big snake to his side with a wave of his skull crutch.

The hundred-meter-long snake, although Yang Yiyun knew it was the soul of a ferocious beast, should not be underestimated. Its whole body exuded the aura of violence.

"Swallow him~"

The Soul-Capturing Ancestor waved his crutch.

The next moment the big snake swam towards Yang Yiyun.