The two people who were walking and chatting started walking on the Buddhist rock path lined with stone peaks. They chatted here and there. After chatting for a while, Feng Jueyu suddenly felt that there was something wrong with Cao Han's words.
"Huh? What do fellow Taoist Cao mean by this?" Feng Jueyu frowned and turned to look at Cao Han.
There was a cunning light in Cao Han's small eyes, and he asked playfully with his white teeth: "Haha, I don't mean anything else. I just want to say that since it was Zen Master Huinian who personally blessed Taoist Feng with the secret
Luo Tanzhu, then he will definitely tell you that those stone monkeys were originally called Golden Zhu Monkeys, right?"
As soon as the word "?" came out of his mouth, Feng Jueyu felt that something was wrong. Just when he realized that Cao Han had doubted him, suddenly the fat man Cao Han took a step back, and all his divine power spurted out, dozens of words
The colorful airflow flowed away from under the fat brocade robe and instantly disappeared into the small square tower he was carrying behind him.
The small tower was instilled with divine power and immediately became radiant. It flew out from behind Cao Han like lightning, and the Sumeru Room became more than ten times larger.
At the same time, Feng Jueyu only felt that the small tower was flying above his head. When he looked up, the depths of the tower were dark and gloomy like a huge abyss. Inside the abyss, flames were rampant, green thunder was surging, and purple and blue electric currents were flowing.
They were criss-crossing, like a huge wormhole or fissure, covering his body.
"Buzz!"
The change happened so quickly. When Feng Jueyu raised his eyebrows, he was already trapped by the small tower.
The sunny Buddha Rock area disappeared, replaced by a deep and dark space, as if you were in the void, with thunder and fire running side by side, brilliant rays of light, lightning as thick as your thumb shuttled through the air like a snake, and scorching blazing Tao fires stirred
Thunder struck heaven and earth, making a cracking sound.
These purple electric Dao fire hooks were entangled together, and soon turned into a thunder and fire god rope as thick as a giant python, which was extremely flexible and tightly entangled Feng Jueyu's hands and feet.
Then, countless galloping thunders flew in unison, all flying to the top of Feng Jueyu's head, and stopped in mid-air with "eyes on", as if he would be wiped out as soon as Cao Han gave an order.
Outside the small tower, Cao Han laughed extremely proudly. His tone changed from the smooth and gentle tone before, and he said with endless teasing in his voice: "Everyone who can come to Xuezhan Zhulin knows that after getting the hands of Master Jiuchan,
After blessing the Miluo Tan beads, you will get some warnings from the monks in the temple. The golden monkey in the Foyan area is an indispensable one. You don’t even know the name of the golden monkey, and you dare to say that you got Zen Master Huinian.
With your approval, I think those golden monkeys came to see you earlier. Do you think Mr. Cao is so easy to deceive?"
"I didn't expect this fat man to be quite smart!" Feng Jueyu was speechless. He looked around with a cold tone and said, "Brother Cao is really smart. In this case, what are you going to do? Kill me?"
"Kill you?" Cao Han curled his lips in disdain and said: "In Jiuchan Temple, do you still need me to do it myself? Hand you over to the monks of Jiuchan Temple, they have many ways to deal with you, old guy, your
You are quite courageous. If you dare to break into such an important place as Xuechan Zhulin, you will suffer a lot later."
"You want to hand me over to Jiuchan Temple?" Feng Jueyu smiled instead of getting angry and said, "Cao Han, do you think your little tower can trap me?"
"Oops?" Cao Hanyi is as arrogant as before. It seems that the Buddhist scriptures of Xuechen Zhulin have not changed his restless temper: "Old guy, do you think I can't trap you? You know I, Cao
Who is this person?"
"Haha, who are you?" Feng Jueyu asked nonchalantly with a sneer.
A look of complacency flashed across Cao Han's face: "There's no defense in telling you. Anyway, even if you don't die, you'll have to shed your skin later. Old guy, listen up. I'm a disciple of the Shiyue Tao Pagoda. I learned from Mr. Cao
It’s the Xiangzhu Pagoda Emperor. Huh, if you meet Mr. Cao today, old guy, you should consider yourself unlucky, right?”
"Emperor Xiangzhu Pagoda? Oh, it turns out he is the master of Shiyue Dao Pagoda." Feng Jueyu nodded calmly.
"You still have some knowledge, let's go, old guy."
Cao Han smiled and waved his fat arm to put the small tower away.
This tower is a spiritual object, and it is also a third-rate divine treasure. It can absorb people, or it can trap people in it, allowing Jing Lei and Dao Yan to consume physical energy and spiritual consciousness, and can strangle people alive.
Inside, Cao Han used this tower to defeat many masters in the Qiushui Sword Pond, and this guy who was once famous on the list of the strongest in the world has improved his cultivation in recent years.
The Great World Powerful List is a list of those who have cultivated the Qiankun Realm in the world. It only ranks the top 100 people. None of the guys who are on the Great World Powerful List are good people.
As for Cao Han, he was already on the list a hundred and fifty years ago, and he is still ranked forty-eighth. Although his ranking does not look high, he can rank among so many Qiankun realm powerhouses in the entire Jiujie Mountain.
He stood out and ranked in the top 50, so he was obviously not an ordinary mediocre player.
It's a pity that Cao Han is indeed very strong, but what he met today was Feng Jueyu, who had been firmly on the list of the strongest in the world more than 150 years ago.
More than one hundred and fifty years later, Cao Han has raised his cultivation level to the realm of perfection. It is not yet the Great Perfection, but Feng Jueyu has calmly entered the realm of Taoism, and if he can give full play to what he has learned, he can still do it.
Fight with the Tao Wu Supreme Realm branch for a while.
The difference here is not that big.
Listening to Cao Han's extremely conceited laughter, Feng Jueyu stood still and did not move. The pagoda that could change its size at will was supposed to trap Feng Jueyu first, and then become smaller and fly back under the control of Cao Han.
In the palm of his hand, but in the end, Cao Han found that Xiaota didn't react at all.
"Huh? What's going on?" Cao Han's heart skipped a beat. He had been cultivating this small pagoda for many years. Almost from the day he followed the Xiangzhu Pagoda Emperor, he had been with him through ups and downs.
It malfunctioned once. Why is it so weird today? Xiaota didn't react at all.
"I'll take it." Cao Han was confused and recited the magic formula in his mind again, silently practicing the magic technique, but the small tower still stood still.
"I said, you still can't please me, do you believe me?"
Feng Jueyu, who was trapped in the small tower with the bright thunder and fire rope wrapped around his body, laughed slowly. He proudly raised his hand and glanced contemptuously at the lightning and thunder hanging in the air. His mind moved slightly.
Countless moonlights flew out one after another from the center of the eyebrows.
The cold moon suddenly appeared, its silver light was like a sword.
Combined with Feng Jueyu's sword intention that he had practiced for many years, Yuan Chen's spiritual technique exploded instantly. Leng Yue was like a hook, like an arrow, faster than lightning, and flew overhead in an instant, flying wildly.
This is a fight in a space magic weapon. Feng Jueyu skillfully integrates his divine power and consciousness, and activates Yuan Chen's supreme magical power and secret method. A large number of silver hook-like moonlights fly back and forth, and the gap between the kills is suspended.
The lightning and thunder collapsed, and not one of them could fall on him.
There were roars in the small tower, countless chaotic blades, electric currents, and Tao fires dancing wildly. The thunder and fire rope wrapped around Feng Jueyu tightened on its own, seeming to want to strangle Feng Jueyu alive. The power of the thunder and fire,
There were streaks of white smoke drawn out from his divine armor...
However, just when the thunder and fire rope destroyed Feng Jueyu's divine armor, Feng Jueyu smiled disdainfully and mobilized his divine power.
Powerful divine power instantly filled the core space of the entire small tower. A terrifying momentum rushed into the sky, and countless Dao flames and Jun Lei were wiped out.
The entire small tower shook violently, and waves of uncontrollable energy squeezed out from the holes and gaps in the tower, making the small tower seem to turn into a copper bell that was being shaken desperately, and it hit the ground.
I was fooled and almost fell down in the stone forest several times.
"Can't be trapped? How is it possible?"
Cao Han's eyes widened, and his hands quickly formed seals, rituals, and seals again, and then rituals again.
I cast a series of techniques and spiritual seals on the small pagoda, hoping to suppress the pagoda and calm it down, but it was of no use at all.
Bang!
When Cao Han came out of the forty-fifth spiritual seal, the spiritual seal happened to hit an airflow squeezed out of the small tower. Hearing a bang, Cao Han was forced to
He was sent flying to a distance of more than ten meters. The energy in his body was in chaos and he was almost injured.
"Haha, Cao Han, I knew you couldn't do it. I've heard of Xiangzhu Pagoda Emperor's name a little bit, and I admire him. It's a pity that you are not him. Compared with your master, you are as far away as the world.
The distance is too far."
A calm and joking voice came from the small tower. Feng Jueyu, who was trapped in the tower, exerted some strength on his arms, and the thunder and fire rope that was tightly strangling him and binding his hands and feet was broken into pieces on the spot.
Count cuts.
Feng Jueyu raised his hands slightly, and an invisible force lifted the small tower above his head, then gently pushed it to the side. With a bang, the small tower fell heavily to the ground.
This small tower has been refined by Cao Han for many years, and has become spiritual in itself. It shook violently before because it wanted to cooperate with Cao Han to suppress Feng Jueyu in the tower. Now it will fly again as soon as it falls to the ground.
When Feng Jueyu saw this, he just curled his lips slightly and stretched out his right hand from the air. The white threads in the tips of his five fingers became more and more murderous, and soon wrapped up Xiaota first.
Feng Jueyu's cultivation level has entered the state of transformation. Moved by his thoughts, his sword intention can be transformed into ever-changing forms. The white spiritual thread is the transformation of his sword intention.
The small tower was entangled in the spiritual threads, and the spiritual power dissipated rapidly. After a while, the small tower began to become smaller and smaller.
Cao Han frequently used techniques from a distance, firing one after another of divine power into the small tower, but the small tower did not show any improvement. It seemed that under Feng Jueyu's sword intent, the small tower could only bow its head and admit defeat.
Not long after, the small tower returned to only a few feet in size, the aura dissipated, and it no longer had the domineering air it had before.
Feng Jueyu held the small tower with one hand and looked at Cao Han with contempt: "Look, your magic weapon is not working anymore. How long do you think you can hold it compared to this small tower?"