"Oh?" Yang Sanyang looked at the peacock with a proud look when he heard this. Some people were born proud, while others were acquired through real skills, thus gradually becoming proud.

And the peacock is the pride of heaven, and both are available!

"You and I don't know each other without fighting each other. Cause and effect have been intertwined, but I am also qualified to know my name: I am Fangcun Mountain, Lingtai, and the 24th disciple under the throne of the ancestor Hong: Pan. Taoist name: Guo." Yang Sanyang shrank his hands in his sleeves: "It is true that you chase me, and it is true that you kill me, but more purpose is to make the innate treasure in my hand."

"This thing was refined by a saint, which can determine the earth, water, wind and fire, suppress the vast world, and has infinite divine power, which is not something you can covet. If you know the tact and retreat quickly, if it is too late, I am afraid that you will get the poisonous hand in an instant, but it's a pity that you have a life!" Yang Sanyang said calmly, the old god no longer said.

"Haha, you actually said what I want to say. If you are conscious of the tact, hand over the treasure in your hand, and I will give you a way out. If you are not conscious of the tact, it would be a pity for you to be true!" Peacock's eyes were full of hostility.

After the words fell, before Yang Sanyang could react, the colorful divine light behind the peacock rolled up and was already attacking Yang Sanyang.

What a peacock. Although he is a supreme powerhouse who can compare with the Daluo Miraculous Realm, he does not have any strong heart to be above all else. Even when facing a cultivator in the Tianxian Realm, he is still a lion fighting against the rabbit and uses all his strength to mobilize all the power in his body and suppress Yang Sanyang fiercely and domineeringly.

Leave no room for anything, never hold back!

As a strong person, attack the weak, and his dignity is wiped out?

It doesn't exist!

Facing a celestial immortal holding a treasure innate, who dares to say that he is a weak person?

The third prince and the Yu Qilin were behind. He had to use the power of thunder to capture him first and seize the innate treasure so that the third prince and the Yu Qilin could not have any thoughts.

"Peacock, you are doing something wrong..." Yang Sanyang looked shocked and angry, as if he had no time to react. He had been captured by the five-colored divine light and was wiped into nothingness.

"Hahaha! Hahaha! What if you have the innate treasure in your hand? Innate treasure is not your power after all, how can you resist my Daluo Daoxing!" The peacock's voice was full of pride, and his palm stretched out to grab it in the void, but saw the colorful divine light in his hand flowing, and a small bottle of wine fell into his hand.

Looking at the wine bottle in his hand, Peacock was stunned, with a hint of astonishment in his eyes: "How could this happen?"

"No, I'm afraid there's a fraud!" The next moment, the peacock was creepy, and a feeling of inadequacy rose. The colorful divine light rose behind him. Just as he was about to protect himself, he felt a sharp pain behind his head, and then a dizzy twist, his mind was full of mist, and there were three real fires in his mouth and nose, which made his body soft and numb.

"You--" Peacock turned around in shock and glared at the figure behind her, but saw a white light flashing in front of her eyes, and a three treasure like jade hit the Peacock's forehead.

"Dong~"

With a loud bang, the peacock felt his soul shake, his eyes turned black, and his energy in his body was distracted, and he fainted.

"Why do you have to go! If you have a way in heaven, you won't go, and if you have no way to go, why bother to come!" Yang Sanyang slowly took back Yu Ruyi, looked at the rotten peacock, and without saying a word, he started to use it and pulled off a handful of peacock's gorgeous clothes.

The clothes were torn apart and turned into colorful feathers, which were held in Yang Sanyang.

"You have been severely injured by the God of War, but you dare to chase me regardless of your injuries. You really don't take me seriously. If you don't teach you a lesson today, you are afraid you don't know my skills!" Yang Sanyang muttered, his hands were dissatisfied. In a blink of an eye, all the clothes around the peacock had been torn off by him.

"The phoenix is ​​not as good as a chicken when landing." Yang Sanyang sneered. Looking at the naked peacock, as if it was a white chicken in the vegetable market, he couldn't help but smile. He opened his eyes and glanced at the original magical powers deep in the peacock's soul, with a touch of solemnity in his eyes: "Good ability! Very planning!"

The five elements of the innate were shattered by the previous axe that created the world, and then reorganized to wrap the origin of the innate Yin and Yang ancestor.

The origin of the innate Yin and Yang ancestor has also been shaken by the axe that created the world, and it has been swaying in the void and decomposed by the innate five elements. The two are fused at a certain mysterious speed and arranged in a regular manner.

"Peacock is so cunning. At that time, he said that he could enter the wonderful realm of Daluo in 10,000 years. This guy clearly could transform into a 5,000-year period, and he was the supreme Daluo. He actually said twice as much time to induce the enemy. He was really cunning!" Yang Sanyang put the feathers of the peacock into the innate Bagua furnace, and then thought for a little while and erected a stone tablet beside the peacock: "I saw that my brother Dao's feathers were quite gorgeous, and I loved it very much. Now I ask my brother Dao to give up and lend me the feathers to enjoy for billions of years, and they will definitely be returned as scheduled after billions of years."

After erecting the stone tablet, Yang Sanyang saw that the void around him was twisted, and he took one step to disappear without a trace.

The technique of slapping the Death God is indeed magical, as powerful as a peacock, and it is difficult to identify. He was plotted for nothing and lost all his feathers.

Shortly after Yang Sanyang left, the peacock's eyelids slowly trembled and slowly woke up from his drowsiness. He felt a cold wind blowing across his body. When he opened his eyes, he looked at his naked body. After a while, he came to his senses. He suddenly took the branches and leaves of the mountain and turned into colorful clothes and put them on his body. There was a hint of disbelief in his eyes, gritting his teeth, and a low roaring sound spread across a hundred thousand miles: "Daoguo!!! Daoguo!!! How dare you insult me! How dare you insult me!"

"Why are Brother Dao so angry? Have you ever found the trace of that monk?" Peacock's voice did not fall into Yang Sanyang's ears, but led the Jade Qilin and the Third Prince on one side over.

"Bang!"

The peacock quickly broke a stone tablet and suddenly turned over and sat up: "I have already discovered the identity of the monk. He is a monk from the Three Star Cave of Xiyue and a disciple under the throne of the ancestor Hong. He is called "Dao Fruit"!"

The third prince and Yu Qilin both looked at the stone tablet in unison, but unfortunately the stone tablet had turned into powder and could not see the mystery.

"Why are Brother Dao so angry? Could it be that he suffered a great loss?" Yu Qilin said in surprise.

"That guy is sinister and cunning, and he is so hateful. If you meet him, be careful and don't tell him to escape." Peacock gritted his teeth in hatred, turning into a stream of light and shooting away, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Looking at the peacock's embarrassing back, the third prince looked surprised: "With the peacock's ability, he suffered a great loss in the hands of the monk. It can be seen that the monk is indeed amazing. We still need to be careful and be more cautious."

"The technique of replacing death is indeed very mysterious." Yang Sanyang walked in the mountains and forests, with a hint of contemplation in his eyes: "Even peacocks cannot see through it. This magical power is almost like a clone, but it is unusual to the clone technique."

The clone technique is a great supernatural power. Even if Yang Sanyang is blessed with the holy Taoism, he cannot achieve the external incarnation of his origin.

Walking slowly among the mountains, Bai Ze whispered: "Boy, I think your magical power is quite mysterious, it is a first-class skill to save your life. Why not pass it on to me and I will pass it on to your son for you? Now that I want to walk alone, I have to have the ability to protect you."

"The ancestor is so bad. Your speed is too slow. Why not pass this magical power to me and I will pass it to Nian for you!" The blue bird jumped and stood on Bai Ze's head, staring at Yang Sanyang with big eyes looking forward.

"The fairy's cultivation gain is really terrifying. Now he has reached the peak of the Golden Immortal, only a thread away from the Daluo God." Yang Sanyang couldn't help but shrink his pupils when he saw the blue bird that had just left the seclusion.

"So what? Isn't it still impossible to defeat you?" A hint of sorrow appeared in Blue Bird's eyes: "My Phoenix Clan has achieved the great power of heaven, and all the direct lines of Phoenix Clan have increased their cultivation level. What's more, I followed the Eighth Prince a few days ago and followed the saints to listen to the sermons, and it was even more beneficial."

Yang Sanyang calculated with his fingers in his sleeve, and after a while, he said: "The Phoenix Clan's energy will only become stronger and stronger. In the future, there will be causal involvement. The fairy will leave home for a long time and needs to go back as soon as possible."

"Ah? Are you willing to let me go?" Qingniao was stunned when she heard this, her eyes were filled with joy, and she looked at him with disbelief.

"What else?" Yang Sanyang lowered his eyebrows: "You may have hope of realizing the true god of Daluo in this era. If you keep you by your side, it will ruin your fortune. What's more, you are the direct lineage of the Phoenix clan. If you keep you by your side, I will eventually be implicated in disasters in the future."

"Can you finally go home?" Qingniao flew out of Bai Ze's head and landed on Yang Sanyang's shoulder: "Don't lie to me."

"Of course I won't lie to you, you can leave now," said Yang Sanyang.

"Aren't you afraid that I will talk nonsense everywhere? You must know that I know a lot of your secrets," Blue Bird whispered.

Yang Sanyang smiled carelessly when he heard this: "If you are not afraid of being involved in the Phoenix Clan, just say it outright."

"You tell me how to replace the god of death, so I will go back, otherwise I will stay here and I will not leave." Yang Sanyang wanted to call Qingniao to leave, but Qingniao did not do it and tidily tidied his ears and lips.

"It's not impossible to spread your magical powers, but when you return to the Phoenix Clan, you still need to secretly support me and recite it." Yang Sanyang stroked the blue bird on his shoulder.

The blue bird waved his wings with disgust and bounced away Yang Sanyang's salty hand: "You still need your instructions? I am a master who has been a mother and a teacher for many years. How could he not take care of him? You can quickly pass on my supernatural powers. I want to go home, and I don't have time to talk to you."

Yang Sanyang did not hide his own ideas, and chanted the mantra in a low voice, telling the mystery and secrets of the art of replacing death.
Chapter completed!