Yang Wuyue looked at the beautiful little maid beside him, nodded slightly, and the ice phoenix transformed into a phoenix, with a hint of phoenix's nobility. The delicate face under the palace attire was incomparably beautiful. Yang Wuyue devoted herself to the relationship between men and women.
I don’t take it too seriously, but it’s eye-catching and makes me feel good.
"Let all your monsters go back!"
The ice phoenix burst out with a low roar, and the monsters in the ice sea quickly began to retreat. The remaining green-backed old wolf was blocked by the master of Xiaoji Palace and other Nascent Soul monks.
Yang Wuyue brought the ice phoenix and landed on the head of the huge white jade celestial lion, but behind him were densely packed seventy-two green bamboo bee cloud swords. They were looming, as if they were real and imaginary, as if they had been refined to a very high level among magic weapons.
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The green-backed old wolf was not afraid at all: "Taoist friends have magical powers, but I advise you to return the Ten Thousand Monsters Banner. I can retreat now. Otherwise, the ancestor will personally take action. Even if there is the Void Spirit Palace, you will not survive.
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The old demon Che came only as an incarnation, but in fact, he was an old demon in the stage of becoming a god. However, the energy of heaven and earth in this world is not enough. Once he advanced to become a god, and then used his magical powers, although he was powerful, he would be counterattacked and his own energy would be wasted.
Qi. Therefore, he just sent a clone of the late Nascent Soul, but he didn't expect it to be directly destroyed by Yang Wuyue's indiscriminate bombardment.
Yang Wuyue said calmly: "If he dares to come, I will accept him!"
"Return the Ten Thousand Monsters Banner!" Suddenly, a voice sounded, but it was a familiar figure, the little old man, Master Hanli.
The Palace Master of Xiaoji Palace frowned slightly: "Great Elder, why are you here?"
Master Hanli sighed: "The Banner of Ten Thousand Demons can be returned, but the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons will not use troops against my Xiaoji Palace for a thousand years!"
For a moment, everyone looked at each other, and even the old green-backed wolf was a little reluctant to believe it, and turned to look at Yang Wuyue.
"Who is this guy!" Yang Wuyue curled his lips, "I haven't had the habit of returning the trophies I got!"
Master Hanli frowned and said, "Who are you? Is it your turn as an early-stage monk to speak?"
"I don't know what to say!" Yang Wuyue waved his hand suddenly, and the sword energy turned into a green dragon, attacking and killing him.
"Fellow Daoist Yang, please show mercy!" Before the Master of Xiaoji Palace could finish his words, the great elder was blasted from the front by Qinglong and his defensive magic weapon was shattered. Before he could land, Yang Wuyue had torn the void and appeared behind him, with a palm in his hand.
A ray of milky white light directly pierced through his abdomen. This time, he would not let anyone have the chance to leave the body of the Yuanying, but directly pierced through the center of the Yuanying's eyebrows.
"It's...you!" Han Li never expected that this Yang Wuyue was the person he met in the Hell of Fire. The moment Yang Wuyue stepped into the Guiyi Realm, there was no one in this world for him.
Afraid of anyone.
A generation of great monks in the late Nascent Soul period died.
Yang Wuyue slowly put away the Northern Yuan Light, and when she reached the Guiyi Realm, there were more and more Northern Yuan Lights that could be activated.
The Palace Master of Xiaoji Palace frowned and said, "Isn't Fellow Daoist Yang from Tiannan? I think he is from Hell, right?"
Although the Xiaoji Palace has tried its best to block the news, there are still people who know how Master Hanli was injured, such as the master of the Xiaoji Palace in front of him.
Yang Wuyue said calmly: "The palace master also asked me to return the Ten Thousand Monsters Flag?"
The Palace Master of Xiaoji Palace said helplessly: "We can't afford to offend Che Lao Yao. You just destroy his clone, and you also want to take away his spiritual treasure."
Yang Wuyue glanced at her, "I borrowed your place to have a baby, took your cold flames, and helped you level the ice sea. If you win this war, it can be regarded as a tie."
"From now on, I have nothing to do with Xiaoji Palace. I will not return the Ten Thousand Demon Banners. Go back and tell Lao Yao Che. If he is not afraid of death, just come to me to get it. I still have one to go to the God Transformation stage.
Demon Pill."
The corners of the green-backed old wolf's mouth twitched, but he still didn't dare to talk back. Wuta Yang Wuyue killed people too quickly. In the later stage of Nascent Soul, he would be destroyed at will. He couldn't hold it back: "Withdraw!"
"Let's go!" Yang Wuyue jumped up, followed closely by Bingfeng. The white jade celestial lion became smaller again and turned into a white light and fell into his body.
Now, there is only one place left that must be visited, and that is Kunwu Mountain.
Kunwu Mountain is known as the Land of Ten Thousand Cultivations. It was the most prosperous mountain of spiritual cultivation in ancient times, but it also became the place where demons were sealed after the final battle with the demon world.
The entire Kunwu Mountain has been sealed. Before the seal is lifted, outsiders have no idea where that place is. However, Yang Wuyue, who is familiar with the plot, knows that there is another place right next to the seal because there is an unlucky silver man.
That's where Wing Yaksha escaped.
Yin Yang Grottoes is one of the ten most forbidden places in the Jin Dynasty.
The two tyrannical spiritual lights continued to penetrate deeply. The Yin-Yang Cave's so-called ubiquitous sinister wind was completely ineffective against the two of them. The mysterious space cracks actually looked like the flowers and plants at home.
Two streams of light fell one after another, and in front of them was a large open space, filled with piles of abandoned ore. There were more than a dozen tall stone pillars, all of which had mummies tied with iron ropes.
As they fell, many of the evil spirits among them condensed around Yang Wuyue. The evil spirits of the corpse that the Nascent Soul cultivators did not dare to provoke easily allowed Yang Wuyue to greatly improve his magical powers, whether it was the Ming King Art or the real
Magical powers such as evil dragon traveling waves need to absorb evil spirits.
However, their arrival obviously alarmed the owner here. From under a certain stone pillar, a monster with green fur and a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks appeared.
The two high bulges on his back were like two meat bags. The most eye-catching thing was his eyes, which were pure silver-white, and you couldn't even see the pupils.
"Silver-winged Yaksha?" Bingfeng was slightly surprised: "This is a corpse cultivator comparable to the great monks in the later period. It is undoubtedly the top in this world."
Silver-winged Yaksha evolved from the Flying Corpse King. He was born with the two great magical powers of wind and earth. He is invulnerable, has infinite strength, and is also proficient in illusions.
A pair of pupilless silver eyes can make a monk with weak mind easily lose his mind.
Yang Wuyue slowly took out the Seven Flame Fan, while Bingfeng took out the Ten Thousand Demon Banners. Yang Wuyue slowly said, "I'll give you two choices. The first is to surrender obediently, and the second is to fight until you surrender!"
"Hmph!" The silver-winged yaksha boasted of his excellent escape skills and did not take the two of them seriously. "I thought I would be afraid of you with the spirit treasure. I haven't eaten blood food for a long time. Today there are not only humans, but also ice-headed people."
Phoenix...ah!"
The light suddenly appeared, almost blinding his eyes. Yang Wuyue rushed to his side and struck the big hand seal of gold and steel bones, fiercely smashing it away. Bingfeng was already waiting in front.
The Ten Thousand Demon Banners waved, and the shrill green blades covered it fiercely.
Smashing back one after another, Yang Wuyue flicked his folding fan, and the true sun fire, dry blue ice flame, black water ice flame, Fengli ice flame, true demon blood flame, and five-color flames intertwined and changed.
As his lotus seal fell, the five-color fire lotus emerged and unreasonably imprinted on the silver-winged Yaksha. A roaring sound suddenly erupted.
Among the ashes, a Yin Pearl fell into his hand. The Yin Pearl that has been used to refine corpses for ten thousand years is a panacea for body refiners. With this object, perhaps Yang Wuyue can practice the Ming King Art to the sixth level in a short period of time.