Sovereign to Immortality

The Quaternary Sealing Spirit is so wonderful that even if one of the Yuanlings is destroyed, this magical power can still continue to be enemies. Of course, the power will naturally drop a lot.

However, since Yang Junshan was able to ruin a shackle at the time of Zhang Yuming’s prosperity, he naturally continued to ruin the remaining three Yuanling 傀儡, and then killed him. Although the four-yuan sacred magical power has not been broken, But in fact it is no different from breaking.

This situation is not just that Zhang Yuming can't believe it. It is that other people lurking in the void can't think of it, so that it is too late to save the situation.

Zhang Yuming’s expression looked like crazy, and a chuckle came at this time.

"It seems that Yang is more powerful than Cao Xunxian before the immortal!"

Four yuan seals the spirit, this famous magical power in the Taoist magical list, once cultivated in the hands of the four yuan Taoist to Dacheng, will not go to the immortal before the same as the path of Cao Xun Xianzun The ground is seamless, but now it is displayed in the hands of Zhang Yuming, but it is destroyed by Yang Junshan between the understatement.

In the end, is Zhang Yuming's strength weaker than the original four-yuan Dao, or is Yang Junshan too strong than Cao Xunxian who was not a fairy?

At this time, Zhang Yuming had no intention to think about this problem. He only knew that he had paid the price of a longevity in order to cultivate this supernatural power. However, this condensed all his efforts, but now he has put all his efforts into it. He couldn't accept it for a while, so that the whole person became crazy all the time.

"How can I fail, I can't fail!"

Zhang Yuming couldn't accept such a result. Yang Junshan's mocking ridicule was the biggest irony in his eyes, so that his face was stunned and his emotions began to get exhausted.

"Do you know what cost I paid for practicing this supernatural power?"

"Why, why have you been pressing me everywhere since Yang’s rise?"

"Your Yang family was just a dog under my celestial ancestor's hand. The ants usually exist. Why do you want to press me back?"

"It's all you, I broke off my longevity, my brothers and sisters turned their backs, my sects collapsed because of you!"

"Do you think you have won? Yang Junshan, hahahaha, do you know who you are offended, do you know how many people will want you to die today?"

"Come out, come out, I admit that I can't kill him, but he must die today, what are you waiting for?"

In fact, almost at the moment when Zhang Yuming’s Yuanling was destroyed, Yang Junshan had already noticed a few breaths hidden in the void that were slowly approaching him.

When Zhang Yuming shouted at the moment of the crowd, he was the first to join the other three Yuanlings and rushed to Yang Junshan again.

This 玥明 seems to be out of control, but in reality it is still disguised, in order to attract Yang Junshan's attention, and even hesitate to personally charge for the opportunity to create opportunities for other hidden helpers.

However, he did not know that Yang Junshan had been prepared from the beginning. The situation in front of him was not able to make him lose sight of him.

In the face of the impact of Zhang Yuming and the remaining three Yuanling, Yang Junshan smiled coldly, but suddenly his hands extended to make a pull-down action from the top of his head.

Zhang Yuming, who was rushing forward, suddenly refused to besiege of Yang Junshan. The three Yuanling 傀儡 傀儡 他 他 护 护 护 护 护 , , , , , , , , , , , , 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三

In the sky, with the seal of Yang Junshan, the wreckage of the previously smashed mountain range is now turning into a meteor meteorite that is heading over his head.

Tianzhu Dao, Yang Junshan still uses his own way to give him a body!

Zhang Yuming and his Yuan Zun have just been stopped. In the void, there is a first Ray of Light shot out. A bamboo sword tears the void and appears directly in front of Yang Junshan.

"Hey, God is running a thunder! You are who!"

Yang Junshan snorted and faced the thundering swordsman who was about to come, but he reached out and jumped out.

"铮锵" a sound of gold and iron symphony came, Lei Guangjian in the air suddenly burst into a brilliance, the sword mans was interrupted!

The gods rushed to the thunder and smashed the sword. They ranked 54th on the Taoist magical list. However, Yang Junshan and his sorcerer Shentong Tianxian finger intercepted. The result of the collision between the two sides was actually half a catty.

You can see the competition of magical spells. Sometimes you can't just look at the level of the ranks and the rankings. What really matters depends on who is the person who works!

However, Yang Junshan just flew the Leiguang Jianmang, and suddenly he felt the top of his head bright. When he looked up, he was seeing that the Guanghua, like the moonlight, was slowly coming.

"The moon sword!"

Yang Junshan's look changed again, and the sky was slanted upwards, and it slammed into the moon with a hollow sky.

The round moon sword method, the Taoist magic pass list ranked forty-fifth, this is the township sentiment of Liangzhou Fengxue Jianzong, not secret, but never wanted to see this three unique fairy statues here. Under the swordsmanship, I have to say that it is a kind of irony!

It is a slap in the face, but the flying sword that turns into a moonlight is clever and weak. It is difficult to distinguish between the two.

The strength of the person who shot is not the same as that of Yang Junshan, but the moment when Yang Junshan sacrificed the scorpion, another piece of pine-grained sword also broke out and pointed to the heart of Yang Junshan.

After Zhang Yuming, the repairs of the three monks who suddenly attacked the attack did not seem too high. In Yang Junshan’s estimation, it was just a matter of thunder and robbery. However, the cooperation of these three Taoist repairs was It is a very tacit understanding, the three shots in a chain, every time the timing of the shots found is extremely clever, even if it is the reaction speed of Yang Junshan, for a time it is also awkward, dangerous.

In particular, the last pine-grained sword was stabbed. At this time, Yang Junshan had already had some strength after the continuous strain. He could only block the body of the mountain monarchy before the heart, and even had no time to launch a magical body.

"Ding--"

Although the ancient sword of the pine pattern was blocked by the body of the mountain monarch, it was pushed by the magical power of the ancient sword and directly hit the back of Yang Junshan.

Yang Junshan's whole person rushed out in the void, but it seemed that he was not hurt seriously. Once again, everyone saw his tyrannical forging.

The pine-grained sword did not make a contribution, and in the midair, a sword flower was pulled out, and the mountain monk was bypassed and cut under the ribs of Yang Junshan.

But just a miss, but already let Yang Junshan breathe a sigh of relief, the ancient sword once again stabbed the moment, but saw a group of purple gas suddenly rolled over, instantly drowning Yang Junshan's body shape, but also instantly attached On the sword of the ancient sword, and quickly climbed up, watching the posture even to swallow the entire ancient sword.

Purple gas is coming!

Although the people who control the ancient swords of the pines are extremely old-fashioned, Yang Junshan can see at a glance that the means of the other side seems to be greatly restrained by the purple gas.

There was a sigh in the void, followed by a pure woody scent from the top of the pine-grained sword, and the purple gas that wraps around the ancient sword body instantly bounces off. Open, but the body of the sword also appears to be very dark, obviously the body of the magic weapon has been damaged.

"The three have already shot, why not show up?"

Yang Junshan's head-top mountain Junyi is high-hanging, and the two instrumental Yuan Lingguangguangtong and Ziqi Donglai 诀 通 辉 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , It is the day of his great magical powers.

Seeing Yang Junshan’s means, perhaps it’s impossible to understand that it’s impossible to attack him. So there are two women, two men and three thundering monks in the starry sky, and then meet with the incoming Zhang Yuming, four great supernatural powers. The semicircular shape surrounds Yang Junshan in the middle.

Yang Junshan’s gaze was swept away on the faces of the three people. He could not help but ask: “The three are close to each other, but I don’t know how the three should be called. Do I know before?”

Among the three, the old-fashioned pine sword, which was the most threatening white face to Yang Junshan, did not need a middle-aged monk to smile. "The Junshan Dao ancestors swayed the world, and I would care about me and other ordinary people, but I wait. The three people still have another identity, and they want to come to Junshan Daozu to remember the deep and profound!"

Yang Junshan reveals the curiosity, but sees the three people smile a little, then each takes out a mask and put it on his face, but sees the white-faced monk who just spoke with a pine mask on his face, and among the three The woman's face is a mask of Hanmei, and the remaining man on the face of the goddess who runs the gods and screams is a green bamboo mask.

Yang Junshan was full of surprises but with a touch of awakening, said: "Loose, bamboo, plum, it is you! The original three are also the characters of the main line! Just do not know the true meaning of the three in the cultivation world Who is the identity?"

These three thundering Taoist repairs are not others. They are the three Taoists, Song, Bamboo and Mei who have played against Yang Junshan several times.

The white-faced monk Song Dao of the back of the pine-grained sword "haha" smiled and made a slight sigh, saying: "In the next Sangzhou Qingmu Zongbaiqing, I have seen Junshan Dao!"

The Zhudao people then began to introduce themselves: "Leizhou Tianlei Zong Jianzhu!"

Yang Junshan suddenly said: "You are not a purple sergeant?"

The Jianzhudao people seem to understand what Yang Junshan wants to ask, and sneer a sneer: "The gods rushing to the thunder swords are not necessarily unique to the Zijing Pavilion!"

Yang Junshan nodded and said that his eyes were on the Meidao people.

The Meidao people giggled and said: "The whole body is the wind and snow swordsman style!"

Among the three, in fact, Yang Junshan is the most determined of the identity of the Meidao people, the moon and the sword, which is the secret of the wind and snow swords, but can bring the power of this magical power to such a realm, except ice. Outside the Yehua Taoist people in the palace, I am afraid that only Fenghua Taoist people have this ability.

After figuring out the true identity of the three men, Yang Junshan seems to have some speculations about the reason why the three became a monk, but he still suddenly put his face on his face and said: "So When the three people joined the Yan Ming, would they be sure to leave Yang completely outside the domain?"