Yuan Futu's nerves tightened involuntarily in an instant. He looked at the stooped old man with a solemn expression. He felt that there seemed to be no way out in front of him, and the wind seal in his hand looked so pale and weak.
""Eight Doors Dunjia"."
The old man put his hands behind his back and muttered these words in his mouth. His voice was like a mosquito, so light that people could not hear it clearly. The moment he landed, a stone brick was stepped on deeply like tofu.
A big hole was created, and at the same time, powerful real energy suddenly erupted from the skinny and rickety body.
"Earth element!" Yuan Futu immediately noticed the thick earth energy, but the speed at which this true energy was output was almost demonic and terrifying.
If Yuan Futu's speed of developing true energy is just a wisp, then this thin old man can do it with overwhelming force!
Yang Lie sneered and said: "Senior brother's "Eight Gates Dunjia" has been cultivated to the fifth level of Dumen. The explosive power of true energy is far greater than mine. You are dead!"
Yuan Futu collected his mind, put away the Wind Seal, and no longer planned to retreat. He held the Ice Soul Talisman in his left hand and the Zhuhuang Sword in his right hand, intending to use the strongest blow.
The same true essence of the earth has covered the Zhu Huang Sword, making a hissing sound, and the yellow air flow is surging. This time Yuan Futu has no restraint. He knows that if he does not go all out, he may be killed in an instant.
On the Ice Soul Talisman, the water element was also used to stimulate the power inside, causing the surrounding space to plunge into endless ice and snow. The temperature dropped sharply and the cold air surged.
"drink!"
The old man suddenly moved. His speed was not fast, even much slower than that of Yang Lie. He touched the ground with his toes, taking a step of ten feet, and then he came suddenly. Then he punched out both fists, and the earth's true energy turned into a wild beast.
Its head opened its bloody mouth, revealing its fierce fangs.
"Ten times the profound sword, the killing sword that destroys gods and Buddhas!"
This blow is already Yuan Futu's strongest killing move. If his true energy is strong enough, he can use the Xuan Chongjian to more than ten times the strength. However, the current reserve of true energy is not much at all, let alone
What's more, he also allocated part of it to activate the Ice Soul Talisman.
A punch, a sword, collision in the air!
The tip of the sword pierced the beast's head, and the beast's fangs also penetrated Yuan Futu's cassock, directly penetrating the defense formed by the true dragon armor.
After all, only the scales on the chest of this robe are real dragon scales, and the rest are dragon scales.
At this moment, Yuan Futu deeply felt the powerful power of this earth's true energy, just like the Yangtze River bursting its banks. It was hard to imagine that his true energy output could be so terrifying.
In fact, this goes back to the essence of the secret art of "Eight Gates Dunjia". Bajingmen is famous in the royal court for this body refining technique. It is divided into eight realms. Its effect is to extremely strengthen the physical body and break the output of true energy.
The shackles of the body are lifted, and the physical body's restrictions on the true energy are released, thereby eliciting unique moves that are dozens of times more powerful than the original ones.
If you have not practiced this kind of body refining technique, even if you know how to unlock the restrictions, using it will make the body unable to bear the load, and then self-destruct.
The beast roared wildly, and the old man's expression did not change at all, but the strength in his fists continued to rise, from tens of thousands of kilograms to nearly one hundred thousand kilograms, with no sign of stopping.
"You are too weak."
After discovering Yuan Futu's true strength, the old man seemed to have lost interest in it. His eyes flashed, he retracted his fist and punched again, but the power of the punch seemed to be several times stronger than before.
Yuan Futu took advantage of this gap and waved the ice soul talisman on his left hand, forming an ice wall in front of him.
Peng!
The ten-foot-thick ice wall was directly exploded by that punch. The fist passed through the ice wall, broke through the defense of the True Dragon Divine Armor, and hit Yuan Futu hard on the chest.
puff!
Blood flowed out of his mouth, and Yuan Futu's body rolled and flew back like a fallen leaf in the strong wind.
The old man waved his arm and smashed the entire ice wall into pieces. He looked down at his slightly red fist and said, "Dragon scales?" When he looked up again, Yuan Futu had already fled.
"We can't let him run away!" Di Long chased after him without saying a word, followed closely by Yang Lie.
The old man snorted heavily, "He can't run away!"
It was impossible to walk with a sword here. Yuan Futu could only run with all his strength, but every time his feet landed, he would feel his chest tearing and the pain was unbearable. He looked at the slightly sunken dragon scales on his chest and thought to himself.
Said: "Fortunately, that punch hit the real dragon scale armor of this robe, otherwise I would definitely die in his hands!"
After only two rounds of fighting, Yuan Futu had a deep understanding that the gap between his own strength and that old man was as big as clouds and mud, and it was impossible to survive in his hands.
"As long as you give me time, I will definitely have the strength to kill you, but I can't let them catch you now!"
Yuan Futu thought to himself, speeding up as fast as he could, and shuttled back and forth among the palaces.
…
At this time, several Taoists had already entered this ancient city.
"Uncle Xuanming, is that really the place where the treasure of the immortal world is located?" Changkong said, pointing to the milky white holy light hovering above the palace not far away.
The Taoist in yellow nodded slightly, "It should be there. This feeling is unmistakable. It is exactly the same as the aura released by our immortal weapon in Shushan."
"As expected, this kind of power does not have any elemental attributes, but is the power of the immortal world." The Taoist priest in blue with the black name said.
These two Taoists of the Xuan generation are very senior in Shushan. Although they have not yet reached the level of elders, they are extremely powerful. Even Changkong, who is in the Huanxu realm, has to call them Uncle Master.
Several weaker disciples around Changkong couldn't help but get excited when they saw the treasure of the fairy world.
"There is an eighth-level formation hidden in this ancient city, and it also has great restrictions on true energy. Everyone should be careful. If we start this formation, I will die here even if I have a heaven-reaching cultivation level."
Xuan Ming noticed the formation when he first entered the ancient city.
Xuan Se looked around and said: "No one from other sects appeared here. It seems that it is destined that we in Shushan will get this treasure."
Just before he finished speaking, a figure suddenly appeared recklessly not far away, running away in a very embarrassed manner, apparently not noticing that there was a more powerful Shushan Sect expert here.
When Changkong saw the man, his eyes suddenly became hot, "It's him!"