"Yang Yan Bao Technique."

The Yang Yan Fire Phoenix shrouded the countless Taoist techniques and cut them open, but was also swallowed up by the Taoist techniques and the true meaning in mid-air.

Taoism and true meaning swallowed up Master Yuyan in an instant.

"Master!"

Master Ziyang roared loudly.

Unfortunately, he was blown away by the aftermath of this huge fight before he even got close.

"Grandpa Zi."

Tushan Jinghong gritted her teeth and burst into tears. She wanted to rush over, but the senior brother beside her held her tightly and refused to let her participate in the whirlpool of the fight.

The monks seemed to have foreseen the death of Master Yuyan.

"Oh, why does it have to be like this?"

"What a pity for a great generation."

"..."

"Amitabha."

"I hope fellow Taoist will go well."

It was only when the ripples and brilliant light dissipated that a scarlet ray of light was blocked in front of Master Yuyan. It was a soul flag about ten feet high, fluttering in the strong wind.

A figure in black Taoist robes stood on top of the soul flag and spiritual treasure.

The figure turned his head slightly and looked at Master Yuyan behind him, and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist, you are fortunate to have lived up to your destiny!"

As he spoke, inspiration bloomed all over his body.

The aura belonging to the Nascent Soul Lord was like a storm that swept away the aftermath of the fight, and the oppressive aura was like an invisible big hand grasping the hearts of the more than a hundred golden elixir masters in front of them.

"Zhenjun Nascent Soul!"

No words are needed for this.

The monks present could understand just by the overwhelming aura.

The person in front of me is the top monk in Xiaohuang Realm.

The total number of Nascent Soul True Monarchs is less than five fingers.

He is a real great monk!

Master Chunjun bowed his hands and asked loudly: "I wonder who this master is?!" He did not dare to look at Master Nascent Soul directly, so he could only use his peripheral vision to explore, and even restrained his own consciousness.

You must know that it is very impolite to use your spiritual consciousness to cast the Spiritual Officer Dharma Eyes at will, let alone facing a Nascent Soul Lord.

"Amitabha, I wonder if you are lucky enough to know the name of your senior?"

The great monk of Baigu Temple lowered his eyebrows and asked.

Tu Shanjun glanced at the other party and grinned: "If you didn't have some connection with the White Bone Temple, I would have killed you just now."

After hearing this, the great monk looked up in shock, as if he didn't understand why the high cultivator in front of him said this.

Staring at the soul-revering flag at Tushanjun's feet, a bold idea came to Old Monster Xuansha's mind, which even made him a little scared. He even lost his voice and said: "You are the demon who swallowed up Junior Brother Xueyuan's Yin Shen."

head!"

"Devil?!"

More than a hundred golden elixir masters retreated in fear.

This is the Nascent Soul Demon, a deadly existence.

"The old man is quite smart, but I am not a demon, but a monk who succeeded in overcoming the tribulation but lost his body, with the Taoist name Zunhun."
Chapter completed!