In the south of Jizhou, on a cliff that rises steeply into the clouds, Nong Yishan is looking southward with hesitant eyes. In the palm of his hand, there is a silver knife wheel that is spinning endlessly.
"I didn't expect that the weapon spirit of the innate spiritual treasure would awaken at this time! The direction is also to the east. So, Yu'er was over there just now——"
Controlling the Yuanyang Blade Wheel in his hand, even in the ancient times, it could be at least ranked among the fourth-grade immortal weapons. Although Nong Yishan is only at the beginning of the Mahayana, the range that the soul can sense and control is far beyond
Monks of the same rank.
And this is a special induction between weapon spirits. In this world, it is estimated that only the Yuanyang Blade Wheel in his hand and a few immortal weapons can sense it.
As far as he knew, in general, during the process of the formation of innate spirit treasures, the earlier the weapon spirit awakens, the more powerful and powerful it will be after forming. This is because most spirit treasures grow in confusion and passively absorb nutrients.
You can't control the direction of growth. But once you have your own consciousness, the situation is completely different.
But at this time, when Duanmu Han died, it was a bit sad.
And the situation over there is really worrying.
It was not surprising that Yue Yu would rush back at this time. Although he was in danger, with his disciple's ability and his own remedial measures, escaping should not be a problem.
But the message coming from the incarnation of his soul surprised him greatly.
At this moment, blurry pictures flashed through Nong Yishan's mind. They were in a large valley. Looking down from a condescending angle.
It can be vaguely recognized that the ground is a mess. It looks like it has just experienced a war, and there are huge potholes everywhere. There are even several mountain peaks nearby that have completely collapsed. No matter the vegetation, birds or animals, they are completely
Extinct.
"The remaining shell of the iron-winged jade shovel, as well as these magic weapon fragments, are all made of first-class materials. Hmm? This seems to be the Qingfeng Seven Poison Needles. Is even the one from Qibao Mountain in Qingzhou here? Can the Eight-Winged Sword Emperor be killed?
Qiu Yuhua was forced to escape from her shell, and she might even have died on the spot. What happened here just now? And not long ago, the spiritual power was vibrating, and even I could feel it——"
Nong Yishan raised his eyebrows lightly, a little puzzled. Unfortunately, what was over there was only part of the soul that he had entrusted to the Purple Qiu Sword. The information that could be transmitted through his spiritual thoughts was really very little, and he could not investigate it carefully.
identify.
It can only be vaguely seen that Yue Yu did not seem to suffer a loss, but actually gained the upper hand. It was even possible that he forced the people from the Lichen Sect and Qingzhou to flee in confusion.
——But is this possible?
The result of that battle in Beihai two years ago had already astonished him. In just two years, could Yue Yu have another surprise for him?
After pondering for a moment, Nong Yishan did not hesitate to incarnate his soul and escape in the direction of Youzhou. He instinctively felt that there might be the answer he wanted there.
However, at the next moment, Nong Yishan suddenly raised his head again and looked east, with deep surprise in his eyes.
"This idea is the Sorrowful Seven Hatred Seven Killing Sound-killing Knife? There is no mistake. It seems to be similar and different from a few years ago. It is more tyrannical than when he used it before -"
Immediately afterwards, Nong Yishan let out a wry smile. In that direction, there was no doubt that the headquarters of the Lichen Sect was located.
So, at this moment, Yue Yu is actually fighting against the entire Li Chen Sect with his own strength, and even suppressing the entire Li Chen Sect?
Having roughly guessed the situation over there, Nong Yishan was extremely conflicted at the moment. Just when he was about to get into trouble, his heart suddenly moved slightly and he looked behind him.
I saw a black light rushing from the horizon. In the blink of an eye, it was in front of me. The spiritual formation here lit up for a burst of brilliance, but it could not block the black light for a moment. All the spiritual power seemed to be completely absorbed.
The black light seemed to swallow it up and disappeared without a trace.
Nong Yishan was about to take action, but when he saw this, he raised his eyebrows and suppressed the strange movement of Yuanyang's sword wheel. Instead, he leaned deeply and made a big salute.
When the black light came to his eyes, it immediately transformed into a handsome young man with black clothes and black hair. He had a pair of deep black eyes, like two bottomless pools. He casually flicked his sleeves and said, "No need to say more."
He saluted, and then immediately looked towards the other side of the cliff with a serious expression.
"It's actually two Eight Tribulations Loose Immortals? No wonder you are unable to move here!"
Hearing the surprise in the black-haired young man's words, Nong Yishan stood up and couldn't help but smile helplessly again: "If it were just these two Eight Tribulations Loose Immortals, I would still have some strength left. The problem is that they still have something in their hands.
They have the legacy of spiritual immortals. The disciple has befriended them once
Although there is no winner or lose, I still think that I have no chance of winning. The spirit immortal's legacy can make one of them reach 90% of the strength of the spirit immortal. Coupled with the great magical power learned, he can even fight against
Ordinary immortals and their ilk. My Yuanyang Blade Wheel cannot suppress—"
"The legacy of the Spiritual Immortal? Then Tingyun Haoyang Second Sect really put their money where their mouth is this time!"
The young man in black snorted coldly, his eyes flashed with a trace of ferocity, and he said calmly: "Never mind him! Before I came, I heard an old friend who has known me for thousands of years say that the Human Emperor in Siluo Erzhou
The battle has already begun to stalemate, and a battle between the two sides is imminent. The two of them will not stay here for long——"
Nong Yishan's eyes brightened slightly, and he felt his chest relax, and he breathed a long sigh of relief. Although the Guangling Sect was not afraid of this confrontation, it would be of no benefit. Almost every day, a large amount of spiritual stones were consumed. If it could be temporarily stopped,
, that situation is the best.
Although the Patriarch in front of him has not been born for many years, he has always had a few close friends in the past ten thousand years. How can he be a mortal person if he can be friends with Swallowing Star? This news is absolutely impossible to be wrong.
When the young man in black said this, he paused slightly and looked to the south in confusion: "I thought that except for my master, no one in this world could match him in talent and understanding. Unexpectedly, thousands of people
I met Mo Guanlan years ago,
Ten thousand years later, I met Yue Yu again. The master said that if there were no changes, I would have to suppress my instincts after thirty thousand years before I could see him. But now it seems that within these hundred years,
, I will swallow the star and one day I can see him again!"
Nong Yishan couldn't help but be slightly startled. He didn't know why the young man in black was talking about this to him.
Then the next moment, he saw Swallowing Star, which turned into a black light again and fled to the east. Only a chuckle was left: "Tingyun Sect's methods are definitely more than that. But with your ability, it should be enough."
It can be handled. Let me go over there and have a look. In twenty thousand years, I have to work hard!"
Nong Yishan frowned, then laughed to himself, and looked directly at the Yuanyang Blade Wheel in his hand.
He was thinking that thanks to Yue Yu, the magic weapons and materials he had 'lent' to the sect in the past few years enabled him to have enough energy to repair this immortal weapon.
I just don’t know, with the power of the sword wheel at this moment, can it resist the murderous intention coming from the opposite side?
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At the same time, in Tingyuntian Palace, somewhere in the waterside pavilion, a long gasping sound was heard, full of surprise.
"Suppress Li Chen with the power of one person! Is this kid crazy?" He thought that the Li Chen Sect, which had dominated Youzhou for tens of thousands of years, could be insulted like the Lingtai Sect? That once suppressed Qingzhou, and how could he be among the top?
Lichen of the ten major sects in the world——"
"That's the truth! The Eight-Winged Sword Emperor died, and Mo Tianyi also died. Although the Lichen Sect has hundreds of thousands of disciples, no one can support the overall situation. Even this mountain cannot be defended now!
"
"How strange! What kind of practice does this boy have? In the Battle of Beihai, his magic power can rival that of Sanxian. From today's perspective, his strength is more than doubled? Even if he survived the Mahayana tribulation,
It’s impossible to have such vast magic power!”
"What a sorrowful, seven-hatred, seven-killing sound-killing sword! It seems that the Guangling Sect will have another top inheritance that is not inferior to any magical power, and this is another one!"
"This son has already matured his wings, I'm afraid it will be difficult to recreate them! After today's battle, it seems that this Yue Yu has truly become one of the best people in the world. This sound attack technique can also be famous all over the world -"
"Didn't our sect have a back-up plan? We may not be able to kill this boy this time!"
Listening to the noisy discussions of more than a dozen old men in the waterside pavilion, Xuan Jing unconsciously felt a strong sense of irritability in her heart.
Shaking her head, Xuan Jing forced herself to suppress the emotion that she shouldn't have, and turned her attention to the lake in front of her again. She happened to see Yue Yu using the Seven Hate Seven Killings Killing Sound Saber to the extreme of its sixth revolution.
The vast sound wave once again broke through the formation of the Tianshu Divine Mansion inside and outside Liangyi.
Inexplicably, Xuan Jing felt panic in her heart again.
"I'm afraid this Yue Yu is really difficult to suppress. In the battle between the Human Emperor and the Emperor, is it possible that our sect really has no choice but to give in?
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Outside Dongwen Mountain, the sharp sound of swords was still raging wildly. With these waves of sound, they rushed into the mountain like ripples. Almost every moment, there were dozens or hundreds of disciples, their heads
Exploded. All the houses and buildings, and even the foundation spirit stones of the Tianshu Divine Mansion formation inside and outside the two rites, were also shattered into powder. The entire formation was incomplete.
Those with weak cultivation have all perished at this moment. There are only a few Lingxu Jindan monks left, struggling to survive under the protection of the elders of Nascent Soul.
The next moment, a bunch of cyan brilliance, wrapped in a small black-yellow needle, shot out from the mountain. Several more treasures of light also rose up, heading towards Yue Yu's direction and heading towards him.
Teng Xuan gave a soft gasp, and spat out a ray of Taihao's mantra again, knocking it away. Zhan Xue also had an indifferent expression, and propped up a layer of glazed light wall, six red lotuses opened, and sent it flying.
Yue Yu protected him firmly.
But before that, thousands of sword lights in the Ten Demon-Conquering Sword Formation had already shot up into the sky, hitting the sky and firmly blocking those precious lights.