Taiping Inn

"I dare not think so," Yan Feiqing said calmly: "You are a master of the infinite realm of heaven and man. If you were to other times, I am definitely not an opponent, but today you can exert some of your cultivation. 30%? Or 50%?”

The old man Zang's face changed slightly, but he never expected that his family's details would be seen through by the young juniors. The reason why he handed over the unfinished "Nine-son Mother Heavenly Ghost" and two large formations to the Taoist Feng Louzi was because he was at the critical moment of his art and could not distinguish himself from his background, so he had to appoint a Taoist to serve him. The guardian of the law and the gates did not expect that the Taoist was so ineffective that a heavenly ghost was destroyed, which made Old Man Zang drive this embossed incarnation to clean up the mess. Since it was an incarnation, it was naturally not comparable to Although this incarnation is made up of the bodies of three masters of the True Realm, it is tempered with "pure Yin Corpse Fire" for 79 days, removing the drought and retaining the essence, almost comparable to the master of the realm of the Heavenly Realm But because the spirit and flesh cannot fit perfectly, they can only exert about 30% of their own cultivation, that is, they are equal to Yan Feiqing. At this time, the two of them fight, not by the cultivation level, but by whose magic weapon secret The technique is even better.

It is precisely because he has no chance of winning that the old man said so much to the two of them, intending to remove the identity of the great master of the Heavenly Realm, so that the two juniors will retreat without fighting. But what he did not expect was that Two juniors, one is Yan Feiqing, the current Shaoxuan list, and the other is Li Xuandu, the former Shaoxuan list, who was not scared, but was seen through his external strength and fucked by the middle.

The old man Tibetan narrowed his eyes, the faint smile on his face was a little cunning, and he asked, "Yan Feiqing, how did you see through it?"

Yan Feiqing waved her sleeves and helped Li Xuandu break the "ghost pressing bed" on her body, and said with a faint smile: "The Taoist named Feng Louzi has said that his ancestor is performing tricks and cannot be disturbed. Secondly, Zifu Brother’s sword is also a test. If it is the original deity of the old man, there is no reason that he cannot escape. In addition, I have heard of your name, and can be summarized in the four words "cruel and domineering", which can be easily summarized. He beat and kill someone, but when he saw him today, you have a good temper and are willing to talk to us a lot, so I thought about it a little more."

Li Xuandu, who was finally able to breathe, said, "There is another point. As soon as you appeared, you killed Fenglouzi immediately. It was a sign of establishing authority, so that we could be afraid and retreat, otherwise we would not have to hurry. He killed a master from the innate realm directly, and judging from Feng Louzi's reaction, he was completely unpredictable. Obviously, in his opinion, if you can still kill a god ghost, you will not die. What is the reason As a result of your temporary change of attention, to put a master of the innate realm to death? After all, the old man Zang, who can rank fourth in the Taixuan List, will not be a 'madman' who only knows how to kill people tyrannically. I think of your goodness later With a temper, the contrast between the front and back is so big, so I had a bold guess.”

The old man smiled plainly and said, "It seems that the reason why you two have become the top figures on the Shaoxuan List one after another is indeed a reason. I underestimate you."

Li Xuandu said frankly: "I was young and frivolous, and I had countless enemies in Jiangbei, and I also experienced many days of desperate destiny. I am not the kind of pedantic person who is ignorant. If you are here, face a celestial being. In the Wuliang Realm, Brother Xuanji and I naturally tried our best to escape from this place without experiencing our temporary ability, so as to try our best to come."

Old Man Tibetan smiled, "What if I only have the cultivation level of Guizhen at this time? But I still have four heavenly ghosts and two formations. Do you think I will be as ineffective as the waste of Fenglouzi?"

Yan Feiqing whispered: "Your Excellency, please delay time and wait for me to complete the evil magic as soon as possible, so as to rush here as soon as possible?"

The old man Tibetan, who was seen through his mind again, finally felt a little angry and embarrassed. He waved his big sleeves, and a whistle and a sound between his sleeves, a vast white piece of money flew out, and countless white paper money came with the roaring wind. For a time, paper money was like rain, and the sight was filled with countless white butterflies, and it was also like the scene of wealthy families using paper money to open the way when they were funerals.

The voice of the old man Tibetan came from behind the heavy paper money: "It's over, I'll explain it to you clearly. I've traveled half of the northwest and half of the south of the Yangtze River, and finally got nine people who were killed by the evil spirit. This is the last one If you want to ruin my good things, don’t blame me for being skeptical about you. At worst, I can fight for this incarnation and I will be able to distinguish you from the two younger generations!”

Li Xuandu swept back, first using the "Jin Shang Fist", then turning into the "Jade Tribute Palm". The fists and palms came out at the same time, and the energy was like the wind. The paper money was dispersed by the energy, but it did not fall to the ground, following Li Xuandu The wind of the palm flies, as if it has spirituality, it goes into the gap.

Li Xuan was not impatient, but just stood up to resist paper money.

On the other hand, Yan Feiqing's voice was much louder. He directly clamped a talisman with his two fingers. With a light wave, the talisman turned into countless fires, wrapping his entire palm and half of his arm, without hurting his skin and With a slightest slept in his sleeve, Yan Feiqing just kept waving his hand and burned the paper money that was rushing towards him to ashes.

Old Man Zang's voice was erratic and said, "Yan Feiqing, if you can use your body to make an incarnation, you can enable me to exert more than 70% of my cultivation."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the paper money immediately burned and caught fire. However, it was not a red flame, but a dark blue flame with a biting chill, connected into pieces, which was a sea of ​​fire.

Although the difference between warriors and alchemists is not obvious after entering the third realm of perfection, there are still some differences. For example, the old sword god in the old Xuan list is more inclined to warriors, while the old heavenly master is more inclined to alchemists. At this time, Yan Feiqing and the old man Zang are both inclined to the alchemist's magic. Fighting is a battle of magic.

Li Xuandu sighed lightly, knowing that it was no longer possible for him to intervene at this time, and it was not suitable for him to take action for the time being, so he strangled several "pure Yin corpse fires" that were floating towards him with "Green Dragon" and "Purple Phoenix", stepped on a point, and floated back.

Yan Feiqing stood in the sea of ​​fire and stretched out his hand again to summon the "Nine Yang Fire Cover" to cover himself. This time, it was no longer a fire inside the cover, but several fire dragons were born outside the cover, circling around, so that the "pure Yin corpse fire" could not get close to it.

Yan Feiqing took out another talisman from the "Qiankun Bag" and flicked his finger. The talisman flew out of the "Nine Yang Lihuo Cover" unimpeded, and then began to burn on its own, and finally turned into a three-meter-long fire dragon, moving forward in a winding and agile manner, like a snake catching a mouse, strangling the murderous "pure yin corpse fire" coefficient.

After extinguishing most of the dark blue flames, the fire dragon was also at the end of its strength, turning into wisps of green smoke in the air and disappearing with the wind.

After a fight, the two were evenly matched, but the old man Zang also occupied the geographical advantage, and there was a "corpse refining array" and a "soul refining array" under his feet.

Looking at the few remaining paper money, the old man Zang stomped his feet.

It seemed that the sky was shaking.

The next moment, countless defeated and bloodless hands stretched out from the ground. Their skin was as dry as tree bark, and some of them even had white bones. They kept shaking, as if they were trying to grab something. At first glance, they looked like a piece of reeds, but a closer look would make people's scalps numb and their backs cold.

If a living person was caught by these hands, he would be dragged into the ground and become one of them. This scene was very similar to the hungry ghosts in the Buddhist scriptures, and for hungry ghosts, living people were their most delicious food.

Yan Feiqing knew that it was not realistic to break the "corpse refining array" presided over by the old man Zang in an instant, so he could only start to solve the crisis in front of him, so he took out a peach wood sword from the "Qiankun Bag", named "Wanxiang", which was much better than Li Xuandu's destroyed "Chigui". It was said to be made from a piece of ten thousand year old peach wood. Yan Feiqing didn't know whether the piece of peach wood was really ten thousand years old, but he knew that the peach wood sword had been passed down in the Great Immortal's Mansion for thirty-six generations, and he was the thirty-seventh generation heir.

Yan Feiqing held the "Wanxiang" and gently waved the sword. With the majestic aura of the sword alone, the palms that stretched out from the ground around him turned into ashes.

A solemn look flashed across the eyes of the old man Zang, and his tone was not sure whether it was surprise or envy, "Zhang Jingxiu was really willing to let go, and even gave you this thing!"

Yan Feiqing didn't say much, just raised his hand, and the "Wanxiang" flew out by itself, and then landed in the middle of all the palms.

In an instant, the majestic aura was like a green dragon emerging from the water, rushing straight into the sky.

A sword to suppress mountains and rivers.