The Immortal Spiritual Picture

Gu Changhuan hid in the dark, looked down at the scene, and couldn't help but shake his head.

Feiyu Palace has dominated the Yuehua Realm for so many years, and has committed a lot of misdeeds. It seems that the bad debts of the Hengzhou Shaoyang Sect are much greater than those of the Hengzhou Shaoyang Sect hundreds of years ago.

Fortunately, although the Gu family now dominates, the clan rules are strict, various welfare benefits are generous, and the children in the clan are also trying their best. There are also other gods-forming forces such as the Zhou family's Tiangong Sect to check and balance outside, so a similar situation will not happen.

But we have to learn from it.

Gu Changhuan thought this, and his spiritual consciousness scanned the surroundings again, but still found no trace of other transformed gods, which he couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Why hasn’t the god-transformation monk from Feiyu Palace arrived yet?

Seeing that the most lively part of this heroes meeting is about to pass, if this is based on ordinary logic, it should be here.

While Gu Changhuan was confused, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled.

It turns out that it has already arrived!

This concealment technique is wonderful, almost as good as the secret spirit pattern technique that he has learned by himself, but he doesn't know how difficult it is to practice this technique. If it is simple, it can be promoted within the Gu family.

I just don’t know what Wu Qiu and Wu Yan are thinking. They are hiding aside and watching these monks go over their old accounts of Feiyu Palace. Could it be that they want to clean up the house after going back and deal with internal and external troubles at the same time?

While Gu Changhuan was guessing, the anger in the audience had reached its peak. Looking at the many monks kneeling in the audience, Mr. Ye had a look of embarrassment and heaviness on his face. He was silent for a while, and finally said:

"Since all fellow Taoists request this, I can only agree.

I hereby declare that I will definitely bring the Kowloon Alliance and everyone present to seek justice from Feiyu Palace!

Let those murderers be punished!

Do whatever it takes! "

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a voice saying coldly:

“At any cost?

Fellow Daoist Ye has such a loud tone, so let me lend you a trick first to see how good you are! "

As soon as these words came out, all the monks in the room were shocked. They couldn't help but look up, only to see two monks in gray robes standing in the sky high in the sky. However, when their spiritual consciousness scanned the area, they were completely empty, as if they were phantoms. !

The one who can do this is obviously the legendary god-transformation monk.

Gu Changhuan nodded in the dark, this is right!

Wu Qiu waved his hand from high in the sky, and a spiritual sword with bursting energy appeared in his hand instantly. In the next moment, a powerful sword energy that could cut mountains and seas split down!

Feeling the coercion and true energy contained in the sword energy, all the monks present changed their colors. However, they saw a dignified look flash in Mr. Ye's eyes, and they immediately rushed forward to meet him!

Just hearing the sound of "boom", the ocean current surged and all the buildings within a kilometer radius instantly turned into dust and spread!

The lower monks present also had their eyesight blackened. They were instantly suppressed by the powerful real energy fluctuations and fell to their knees on the ground. Even the real energy could not be used to resist, and their faces were red from being suppressed.

Several late Yuanying monks with profound cultivation barely resisted the pressure and looked up at the sky. They saw Mr. Ye, Wu Yan and Wu Qiu confronting each other out of thin air. There was a mirror-like magic weapon around Mr. Ye. It was spinning around him out of thin air. It was obviously this mirror that had resisted Wuqiu's attack just now.

Seeing that Mr. Ye had received a blow from his spirit sword so easily, Wu Qiu was slightly surprised, but he just snorted coldly. Then the spirit sword overflowed with murderous aura. Wu Yan stood side by side with him and took out a piece of paper with his backhand. The talisman is ready to go.

Mr. Ye looked at Wuqiu and Wuyan with a solemn expression, feeling mixed with joy and sorrow, but he did not dare to relax his vigilance.

In an instant, Wuqiu turned his spirit sword back with his backhand, and his whole body's sword energy was like a rainbow, striking at Mr. Ye. However, Mr. Ye didn't expect that Mr. Ye would immediately throw out the spirit mirror in his hand. withstand!

When Wu Yan saw this, his true energy was instantly injected into it. The great light of the spirit sword and the glow of the spiritual mirror collided fiercely. The fluctuations of true energy emitted made Wu Yan unable to get close for a moment!

The spiritual sword that Patriarch Wuqiu showed him was made from sixth-order low-grade animal bones. It was extremely sharp. Facing this spiritual mirror, he seemed helpless for a moment.

"It's actually a spiritual treasure!"

Wuqiu looked a little ugly, but in the next moment he saw his hands flying with magic spells, and whirlpools rolled up in the water, tearing apart the mirror light.

But no matter how Patriarch Wuqiu attacks, the spiritual mirror's rays of light remain as unmoving as Mount Tai!

They were evenly matched for a moment!