Yang Ji rushed out from the ground, causing the middle-aged man who followed the induction to find him stunned.
"You little guy is smart. I was just about to tear up the ground and go down to catch you. You came out just in time. Die!"
The middle-aged man laughed ferociously, and the Tao in his body surged, and he transformed into a giant black claw and grabbed it from the air.
Yang Ji looked indifferent, a flash of inspiration flashed from his back, his wings of time and space shook slightly, and he only uttered the word "ding" in his mouth.
Suddenly, the time and space around the middle-aged man was imprisoned.
Peng!
There was a loud explosion, and the middle-aged man was shocked to find that his body exploded.
His remaining consciousness quickly dissipated.
The young man in blue robe appeared in the void at some point. As he grinned, he transformed into a big hand and fished out a token from the rain of blood.
"I got another token and another head, not bad! Worker Leopard, keep working hard!"
The young man in blue robe looked at Yang Ji jokingly, looking at the wings behind his back, and couldn't help but reveal his greed], but he did not kill him.
Because Yang Ji is a good bait!
Yang Ji looked back at him indifferently, without saying anything, and then got into the ground again.
He hid in the Mountain and Sea Pearl and continued to refine magic weapons.
Shenyin constantly attracts the divine thunder of origin, and he continuously creates Dao patterns and merges into the wings of time and space.
Four hundred and fifty-three.
Four hundred and fifty-four.
Four hundred and fifty-five.
Four hundred and fifty-six.
Five hundred ways.
A year has passed like this.
On this day, Yang Ji heard that familiar voice again.
"Working Leopard, come to life!"
Yang Ji's expression didn't change much. He flapped his wings on his back, broke through the ground, and rushed out.
He didn't say much. He coldly uttered the word "die" to the person who came. Before the person could react, he was imprisoned on the spot.
The young man in blue robe came out from the side like a ghost as usual.
With one move, the Star Picker can capture the stars, sun and moon, and directly pick off the person's head and take away the token on his body.
When masters compete with each other, victory or defeat often only happens in a split second. What's more, at this moment, the enemy can't move yet, which is a fatal blow.
The young man in blue robe is extremely powerful. When faced with those of the same level who are at his mercy, almost no one can stop him with one move. Even Daozi will have to shed a layer of his skin.
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When Yang Ji saw that he had succeeded, he didn't look too much. He swayed and dived into the ground again.
The young man in blue robe glanced at the place where Yang Ji disappeared, and a playful smile appeared on his lips: "My guess must be correct. The people I found are all people from the Ancestor Jueming. It seems that this poor guy came in.
When I was young, I was marked by Ancestor Jueming. I wanted my subordinates to take advantage of me, but I never thought that they would take advantage of me!"
"That's interesting. It seems that this time, I will not only be able to obtain one or two magical arts, but also a lot of pure Yang water."
"This sweet potato in the eyes of others has unexpectedly become a blessing to me, Lan Xiaosheng!"
The young man in blue robe showed a smile that showed he was under control.
How could Yang Ji not know what he was thinking, but the more Lan Xiaosheng acted like this, the more it suited him.
He was happy that time was dragging on like this. It was really good to have a thug to escort him.
It allows him to refine magic weapons with peace of mind.
It's all business as usual.
Time passes day by day.
In a flash, another year has passed.
Six hundred lines.
Seven hundred lines.
The forging of the Wings of Time and Space continues.
During this period, another blind man came and came looking for me.
Yang Ji didn't say anything, he rushed out of the ground, imprisoned him, and then dived into the ground again without looking back.
Lan Xiaosheng also fought his way out with ease and dealt with the intruders.
The two of them cooperated silently and became more and more understanding.
Another year has passed.
Three came this year.
Not surprisingly, all three of them were imprisoned by Yang Ji and killed by Lan Xiaosheng again.
That is this year.
Eight hundred time and space patterns have been entered.
Eight hundred and forty.
Eight hundred and forty-seven.
In addition to the 1,153 and 3,000 lines that were entered during the previous refining process, a total of 2,000 lines were entered.
At this time, the wings of time and space can no longer be integrated into the Dao pattern.
This is the upper limit of the Dao pattern it can carry.
At this moment, the Wings of Time and Space have been successfully promoted to a high-grade Taoist artifact.
It contains endless power of time and space, and the confinement of time and space becomes even more powerful.
But Yang Ji was not exposed. If someone came to find him, he would still show the same level of ability as before with Wings of Time and Space as usual, so that Lan Xiaosheng wouldn't find out.
This combination has been maintained subtly.
Three years.
ten years.
Fifty years have passed in the blink of an eye.
During these fifty years, Yang Ji multitasked, not only refining two gourds of pure Yang water obtained from the old man of all calamities, but also expanding the inner world to a length and breadth of thirty-two thousand miles.
He has also mastered four immortal arts including "Yunlai Fairyland", "Three Yang Divine Fist", "Tai Xuan Divine Finger" and "Nine Transformations of True Spirit".
within these fifty years.
Yang Ji and Lan Xiaosheng cooperated and sent away a total of twenty-eight enemies.
In the outside world they don't know.
Ancestor Jueming’s face was already green with anger.
these fifty years.
Every time one of his people is resurrected, his brows will frown, his eyes will become darker, and the surrounding atmosphere will become more condensed.
Until the twenty-eighth person came out.
He couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed the middle-aged man who had just been resurrected from the outside world, and said in a low voice: "How did you die?"
"Ancestor, I was tricked to death by the god-transforming boy and Lan Xiao!" The middle-aged man glanced at the gloomy Jueming Ancestor and said tremblingly.
"Trash, a bunch of trash, so many of you were defeated in the hands of these two people? Lan Xiaosheng's strength is about the same as you, how did you lose?" The ancestor of Jueming couldn't suppress the rage in his heart at this moment.
Emotions immediately surged into filial piety.
"The boy who transforms into gods has a magic weapon in his hand, which has the ability to imprison time and space. Although it can only imprison for a moment, but with Lan Xiaosheng attacking from the side, we can only parry and cannot fight back!" The middle-aged man said tremblingly.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "The treasure that confines time and space?" Jueming Ancestor said with a long face and a gloomy expression, "This god-transforming boy actually has such a magic weapon.
It’s not good, it’s not good!”
"Damn, I wish I had known"
He suddenly stopped talking, glanced at the other ancestors covertly, and said nothing.
At this moment, his face was extremely ugly. He really wanted to cry without any tears. He was trapped in a cocoon. He picked up a hoe and smashed his own foot. He suffered a huge loss. He was filled with hatred and regret in his heart.
"Who is this kid? He actually ruined my luck!" Jueming Ancestor cursed in a low voice regardless of his image.
"Hahahahaha, you all died at the hands of Lan Xiaosheng? So, he has collected twenty-seven tokens? From this point of view, I am afraid that the magic in my hands cannot be kept, unless it is given to me.
He can't!" However, the old ancestor looked at me with his eyes closed, and laughed happily, feeling extremely comfortable.
"Hmm?" Old Man Wanjie was puzzled and murmured, "Brother Xuan, did your junior brother borrow his luck by mistake? Why did he borrow it from old ghost Naihe? Does this old ghost Naihe still want to take it away?
Can’t you be the first once and for all?”
"Don't panic, it's only been fifty years, and there are still four hundred and fifty years to come." Xuan Zhong didn't care much, sitting cross-legged in the void, munching on the chicken legs leisurely.
"That's right!" Old Man Wanjie frowned and nodded to comfort himself.
Time is still passing little by little.
In the world of life and death, Yang Ji quietly studied the magic of immortality, and Lan Xiaosheng also quietly waited for his prey to come to him.
The two spent another two hundred years without interfering with each other.
During this period of time, the Jueming Ancestor's side had lost sixty-eight people, with only thirty-two left.
Only two hundred and fifty years have passed.
Most of the people were lost.
Jueming Ancestor's old face was burning with pain, and the veins on his eyelids were beating constantly, as if he would go berserk at any moment.
The people who were eliminated behind him were all as silent as a cicada, not daring to make a sound.
Over the years, he has never suffered such a big loss. This time he lost sixty-eight people, which is really a huge loss.
On the other hand, Ancestor Naihe drank tea leisurely and hummed a tune, which was very satisfying.
"Desperate old ghost, I'm afraid you're destined to be the last one."
Ancestor Jueming snorted coldly: "But old ghost, don't be complacent, we still don't know what the outcome will be."
"Oh? Really! Let's wait and see!" Naihe Ancestor felt refreshed and smiled leisurely and proudly.
Seeing him so happy, the other ancestors looked unhappy.
"Brother Yang, what are you doing? Why are you nurturing the enemy?" the ancestor of Wanjie said depressedly.
"Don't panic, don't panic, junior brother must have his own plan. Since he agreed to take action for you, we will wait and see." Xuan Zhi was not involved in anything and had nothing to do with his own interests, so he was not worried at all.
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Time passes little by little, and it is the third hundred years of the world of life and death.
Yang Ji and Lan Xiaosheng were as usual, one practicing and the other waiting for opportunities.
It was on this day, chi! A pale stream of light passed through, and the earth cracked open.
The stream of light was like a knife, its power was not reduced, and it slashed straight towards Yang Ji.
Although Yang Ji had sensed it for a long time, he still couldn't help being frightened when he saw this move. He used the wings of time and space to dodge and avoid it.
"Not dead?" Above the sky, the person who came was extremely powerful and let out a cry of surprise. Suddenly, he turned his eyes and looked at a deserted hillside, "Huh? There is also a mouse hidden?"
His fingers were like knives, and he slashed downwards. A pale stream of light turned into a heavenly sword, and with a stabbing sound, the slope was cut in half.
"How did you find this person?" Lan Xiaosheng frowned deeply, with strong fear in his eyes. Knowing that his position was exposed, he dodged the flowing light knife and appeared in the void in a flash.
"Little brother, this man's name is Ji Cangjun. He is the most outstanding Taoist disciple of Ancestor Jueming. He has killed two Taoist tribulations and is very powerful. Let's go together and kill him!" Lan Xiaosheng glanced at Yang Ji.
, there was a hint of madness in his eyes, and he actually wanted to use Yang Ji's power to kill Daozi.
"Okay, let's try it!" Yang Ji also appeared in the air, staring at Ji Cangjun.
"Death!" Ji Cangjun saw the two people communicating secretly, and grabbed it with his big hand. Pale circles of light burst out from the palm of his hand, one after another. In each circle of light, there was a strong Taoist aura and power.
endless.
"Confinement!" Yang Ji shouted low, and the wings of time and space showed their power, immediately imprisoning the pale halo of light.
"Kill!" When Lan Xiaosheng saw this scene, his eyes turned blood red, half crazy and half excited. If he could kill Ji Cangjun, then his ancestor would definitely reward him greatly if he went out.
, the benefits are endless.
He flew out in the air, and with one stroke of the folding fan, a blue light was like a knife, and it struck hard at Ji Cangjun's head, trying to tear it in half.
But at this moment, Ji Cangjun, who was imprisoned, spoke indifferently: "Everyone in the world knows that I killed two Dao tribulations, one was a 'miserable' Dao, and no one knew about the other. Today, I told
You, this is the way of space!"
"The way of space?" For some reason, Lan Xiaosheng's heart suddenly jumped and he felt something bad.
"He tore apart my spatial imprisonment!" Yang Ji immediately discovered that two strands of Taoism suddenly emerged from Ji Cangjun's body.
A path of misery, a path of space.
These two avenues have actually been brought to the peak of virtual refining, and now they are perfectly integrated, bursting out with unrivaled terrifying power.
Suddenly he broke free from the remaining constraints of time.
"If you are not a Taoist, you will never understand the power of the Taoist!" Ji Cangjun was like an immortal king, with runes surging all over his body, and he was shining brightly when he debuted. The two great ways came out, turning into a big hand holding the sky, and he violently grasped and exploded.
The blue stream of light cut by Lan Xiaosheng.
Then, under Lan Xiaosheng's horrified gaze, his big hand closed the space in all directions and grabbed him hard.
When his fingers were pressed together, he heard an explosion. Lan Xiaosheng was crushed violently and died on the spot.
"The reason why Taoists are strong is that they have a complete source of the avenue in their bodies. All things come from the source. The three thousand avenues also come from the source. The source can integrate all the avenues."
"Ji Cangjun has perfectly integrated the 'miserable' way he comprehended with the 'space way'. This is the superposition of the great ways, which will unleash even more terrifying power!"
"On the other hand, those who are not Taoists, even if they understand the five great ways, do not have the complete origin of the great ways in their bodies, so they cannot perfectly integrate the five great ways, and cannot use the great ways to exert the power of one plus one equals two like a Taoist.
Their five plus five is still one."
"This is also the reason why the Taoist who killed three Taoist tribulations is called the Unparalleled Taoist."
"With the fusion of the three great avenues, one is almost invincible at the same level."
"Of course, there are also strengths and weaknesses among the avenues. If the three paths of wind, rain, and thunder are fused, there is no way they can defeat the fusion of the three paths of fate, collapse, and time."
"This person is a Taoist who has killed two Taoist tribulations, and there is also a Tao of Space among them. You will never be able to compete with him!"
The rotten wooden box spoke.
Needless to say, at the moment Lan Xiaosheng was killed, Yang Ji had already shaken the wings of time and space and spread them.
It's a joke, even if he tried his best to restrain him through time and space, he couldn't stop him. Isn't he just waiting to be killed?
"Your treasure is not bad. It has the power of spatial confinement. Giving it to you to use in the realm of transformation into gods is like a pearl in the dark. I will make your treasure shine with the light it deserves." Ji Cangjun's voice was cold.
After fishing out sixty-nine tokens from Lan Xiaosheng's rain of blood, he chased Yang Ji.
outside world!
At this moment, the light flashed, and everyone looked over at the same time.
Seeing this scene, Jueming Ancestor was so angry that his face was distorted, and he cursed in his heart. Another person died?
However, the ancestor smiled leisurely, but suddenly, his expression froze: "Lan, Lan Xiaosheng?"
"Lan Xiaosheng?" Everyone was also surprised.
"Haha, Mr. Lan, tell me quickly, who killed you?" Jueming Ancestor called from the air.
However, the ancestor also looked over.
"Ji Cangjun!" Lan Xiaosheng sighed.
"That token?" Ancestor Naihe was stunned and looked at him.
"It's lost too!" Lan Xiaosheng said secretly.
"Hahahaha!" Ancestor Jueming suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, "Nai Gui, I have told you before, the result is not necessarily who will win. Although our troops lost 68 people, but the lost token
It has returned to our hands again, which is equivalent to not giving away the head. My men even beheaded one of yours. I made a profit, I made a profit!"
"Humph!" However, the ancestor looked a little unhappy, and instantly felt that the tea in his hand no longer smelled good.