The bronze Yinshen split into two halves with a snap.

Taiyi Zhen tensed up and rejected Tushan Junjun's proposal: "It is necessary to fake death. You will use your magic domain to cover the boat. The Nascent Soul's legal domain has been completed for less than half. When the time comes, you only need to pull out the spiritual treasure and carefully screen it."

"Not sure?"

"It wants to hitch a ride on your boat and get out of there."

The auras were exactly the same, the source of mana was exactly the same, but the two of us seemed to have not seen each other at all, saying in unison: "The wind and waves are too small, it will take some time for the Yin Shen to light up again."

"By the time you close your Dharma Eyes, you will already be able to tell which of them is real and which is fake." Taiyi Zhen said urgently, taking half a step forward and looking at the two people behind him warily.

"Woof woof!" The native dog at the stern barked with a ferocious look on his face. However, it also looked away as if it was vague. It could only turn its smart eyes to Taiyi Zhen and express its prayers.

Remove the dharma-eye of the luminous world, and the original noise will disappear.

Nothing.

There were many bloody lights and shadows, and we could only see that we formed a human wall in mid-air, and then turned into gorgeous bloody flowers in the palm print of Zuo Mengquan's raised hand.

Taiyi really hasn't forgotten how he felt fear not long ago.

"Before opening the Dharma Eyes."

But this thing's face was pale and its eyes were vicious.

At the foot of the huge shrine mountain, Zuo Meng held the soul flag in his hand. The huge shrine was raised above the two of them, and several white silk threads flew out from the shrine and tied back the flesh and blood bodies.

When speaking, Taiyi really paid attention to both ends.

Tushan Junjun spit out a small mouthful of blood and sprayed it under the Broken Yin God. Suddenly, the flames burned. When the open fire turned into a ghost, the big boat knocked back ripples.

"Fang Cunzhou, rush out!"

It's like this arm was supposed to resist the oncoming wind at that time. Obviously this was not wind, and I didn't even know what it was.

Mana and strength intertwined into white light.

"Of course there is none under the boat..." Tushan Junjun took over the conversation and was about to say less jokingly, but he paused subconsciously and looked at Taiyi Zhen as if he thought of something: "Who is it?"
Chapter completed!