Dark clouds are gathering, the stars and moon are dim, and a war is about to break out.
Under the guidance of the emaciated old man, the Nine Palace Dharma Disk buzzed, and the Dharma Needle trembled, like a baby crying, which made people's hearts palpitate.
Nine phantoms stretched across the sky, covering the sky and the sun, and then hit Jiuyang with the force of thunder.
The rain has not stopped but the wind has not stopped.
The wind was strong and howling like a dragon.
The white-haired old woman's robes fluttered and rose into the air.
His hanging right hand pointed downwards, and he pulled gently.
"collapse."
After the earthquake and the mountains shook, the rocks cracked for no reason, and the bird whisk that had escaped to the bottom of the mountain quietly appeared.
The dust handle is a sword, and the sword is majestic.
Dust turns into needles and penetrates every hole.
One up and one down, one in front and one behind, attacking from both sides, making Jiuyang unable to retreat and unable to dodge.
If anyone else stood on this point, I would definitely be too scared to open my eyes.
But I know Jiuyang's strength very well. Looking at the whole of China, except for those old monsters who pursue the way of heaven without caring about worldly affairs and the third uncle who has lost his mind by the demon sword technique, no one should be his opponent.
This is just because his soul has never merged with my physical body.
Once he is truly "resurrected" and regains his peak cultivation level of the 18th level of martial arts, who in the world can hurt him in the slightest?
During his trip to the Miao border, he easily killed eight elders from the Buddhist and Yun sects who had joined forces with one against eight.
Like grass-killing mustard, you can pick it up at your fingertips.
So what do two mere Taoist masters at the twelfth level of martial arts count?
"Ding ding ding."
The steel needles transformed from the dust strands pierced Jiuyang's body, and they all fell down, making a light and sweet crisp sound as if they hit an iron block.
He slowly raised his hand, and under the bewildered gaze of the white-haired old woman, he held the black sword between his left index finger and ring finger.
To be precise, it is a wooden sword.
The length is only twenty centimeters, the blade is thick and faintly glowing with purple light.
"The turbid wood that grows in the underworld of the underworld, there is no second root in the world, it is really exciting." Jiuyang touched it gently, raised the corners of his mouth covered under the hood, and said with a smile: "I like it, then, I will stay
Get off."
"Chirp."
The chirping of birds echoed, full of anger and unwillingness.
Jiuyang clenched his hands behind his back and said, "It's better to follow me than to follow Daomen. If you eat well and drink spicy food, how can you fall into a deep sleep?"
"There were three ghost sparrows back then, but now you are the only one left. Aren't you lonely? There's not even anyone to talk to."
"Be good, I'm going to help you erase the mark on your soul and become a free person. Don't move around."
Jiuyang communicated with the bird spirit in a friendly manner, and transparent flames spurted out from his palms.
"Wow."
The white-haired old woman vomited blood and covered her mouth in fear.
As the connected owner of Zhuo Que's whisk, at this moment, her intimate connection with the whisk was cut off by her life.
What kind of terrifying strength is required to do this so easily?
Fifteenth level of force? Or the legendary semi-fairyland?
At least Taoist leader Tai Xuzi, who is at the 14th level of martial arts, cannot do it.
"You..." She staggered and fell weakly from the air, her face was gray and her shock was self-evident.
"Boom."
On the Nine Palace Dharma Plate, phantoms that are tens of meters long appear one after another.
The thin old man slapped his chest with his palm, corroding the magic needle with blood, and shouted in pain: "Second Senior Sister, evacuate quickly, this person is definitely not something you and I can compete with."
"Taoist disciples obey orders and walk as soon as they can, as fast as possible..."
"Hurry up, I'll cut off the queen."
His eyes were blood red, he was manipulating the magic disk with a crazy expression, and his eyes were filled with despair as if he was looking forward to death.
As the fourth elder of the Taoist sect, after receiving Taixuzi's instructions, his three brothers and sisters set off first and ambush halfway, hoping to intercept and kill Du Qirui.
On the surface, they were helping Mo Zheng "take personal revenge" for the girl named Jiamu.
But in fact, eliminating Du Qirui is equivalent to cutting off Ji Xuanqing's right-hand man and completely disrupting Kunlun's layout.
Su Xinglan's whereabouts are unknown, and Tang Jingyue is seriously injured and has not recovered.
As long as Du Qirui dies, there will be no one available in Kunlun.
Under such a premise, only the Taoist sect that has always stood still can have a chance to obtain "True Phoenix Luck".
It is widely rumored that Lingxi is the real phoenix, and Taixuzi asserts that it is inseparable from ten.
In the past, Mo Zhengzhai had a kind heart and had no intention of competing for luck.
But under Tai Xuzi's deliberate "arrangement", he changed and became violent and full of murderous intentions.
He is willing to get involved in this turmoil and bear the heavy burden of the Taoist sect. How can they, as the elders of the Taoist sect, just stand by and watch?
Everything went smoothly and the plan was perfect.
Although the dead cripple noticed it in advance, he escaped into the cave with his disciples and used the sixteen formations in the Qiankun Seal to cut off the way out.
However, the mortal body will eventually run out of ammunition and food.
Three days, five days, or at most a week, he believed that Du Qirui would definitely fall into the trap.
Instead of starving to death in a cave, it is better to fight hard and find a ray of life in a desperate situation.
As long as they are normal people, most of them think this way.
Of course, even if Du Qirui is determined not to come out, it will only be a matter of waiting a few more days for them.
The formation requires human control to exert its maximum power, and it is also the best way for them to verify whether Du Qirui is dead or alive.
They waited outside the cave for twenty-three days, and the dust was about to settle and come to a successful conclusion. However, they never thought that Cheng Yaojin would come out halfway and kill the seventh junior brother at the eleventh level of martial arts with one finger.
He was vulnerable to a blow.
If he still had the idea of avenging the Seventh Junior Brother when he took out the Nine Palace Dharma Disk, then he gave up the moment when the Zhuoque fly whisk fell into the other party's hand and the imprint of the Second Senior Sister's soul was casually erased.
He was frightened, filled with murderous intent and collapsed instantly.
The only belief he had left was to run away and evacuate quickly.
Buddhism and Yun Sect can withstand the loss of four elders, but Taoism cannot.
The fight for luck does indeed require a bet like Li Muzi's, but one must also preserve one's strength.
"Whoosh."
The Qian Palace lights up, casting a bright afterglow that covers the top of the mountain.
Subsequently, these eight palaces, Kan Palace, Gen Palace, Zhen Palace, Zhong Palace, Xun Palace, Li Palace, Kun Palace, and Dui Palace, bloomed with dazzling splendor.
The afterglow is layered one after another, like the crescent moon hidden in the dark clouds, shy and reserved.
The white-haired old woman hesitated a little, but soon, she turned around and ran away, regardless of her.
A group of Taoist disciples turned into birds and beasts and fled, only hating their parents for having two legs.
