Yuan Xiaolou, who was in a dazed state, finally came to his senses at this moment.
She knew how powerful the demonic power of that sword was, so she shouted loudly, flew up with the killer weapon in hand, and was behind the old storyteller in an instant.
But at this moment, an overwhelming force swept forward, knocking Yuan Xiaolou away.
When Yuan Xiaolou stabilized his body and took a closer look, his expression suddenly changed.
She saw her fat grandfather slapping his palm, and a black and white Tai Chi diagram appeared in his palm.
The Tai Chi diagram grew in size, and in a blink of an eye, it formed a giant Tai Chi with a diameter of more than ten feet, standing in front of him.
The Tai Chi diagram rotated rapidly, and at first it could be seen that the black and white Pisces were biting each other's tails.
In the blink of an eye, because the Pisces rotated too fast, the original black and white colors had turned into dark gray.
Hundreds of terrifying blue demon swords all shot at the Tai Chi diagram.
But the power of Tai Chi Tu's rotation blocked the attacks of these blue demon swords.
After a loud roar, almost all the blue demon swords were blocked from the Tai Chi diagram and turned into streams of light and disappeared.
Yu Jizi's voice sounded hoarse: "Wuji Barrier? I didn't expect that you are a hidden master! You even understand the Wuji Barrier that has been lost for more than ten thousand years in my Taoist lineage!
I want to see if your Infinite Barrier can stop my God-killing Divine Sword!"
The God-Slaying Demon Sword was shot out as fast as lightning, and instantly stuck on the violently rotating Wuji Barrier.
Zhu Shen, who is almost the number one demon sword in the Three Realms, was actually stuck in the Wuji Barrier. Only one-third of the sword blade was inserted into the barrier, and most of the sword blade was connected to the hilt and was still inside the Wuji Barrier.
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When Yu Jizi saw this, he let out a shrill roar.
Suddenly the blue light of the God-killing Demon Sword surged, and its powerful devouring and corrosive power instantly destroyed the unparalleled Tai Chi diagram in the world.
The energy of the Tai Chi Diagram was like a giant whale absorbing water. In just a moment, it was all absorbed into the body of the God-Slaying Demon Sword.
The old storyteller took a few steps back as if he had been hit hard.
After the God-killing Demonic Sword broke through the Wuji barrier, it shot at the old storyteller like lightning without giving the old storyteller a chance to breathe.
The old storyteller only felt a huge demonic power coming towards him.
This demonic power seems to be the condensed spiritual power of many different attributes, and is full of various negative energies such as coldness, violence, corrosion, devouring, blood, darkness, terror, death, etc.
In the process of retreating suddenly, the old storyteller suddenly opened his arms, and his hands became like fingers.
He said quickly: "Six Ding Renjia, the wind and snow turn into blades. Break!"
The wind was strong and the snow was flying all over the sky, turning into small streams of light and shooting towards the God-killing Demon Sword.
The originally soft snowflakes actually turned into hidden weapons made of black iron under the stimulation of the old storyteller's mysterious method.
The offensive of the God-killing Sword was instantly blocked by the endless snowflakes in the sky.
Yu Jizi seemed to be startled again, and lost her voice: "Is this the Wind and Snow Curse among the nine soul-controlling curses created by the Wood God in human legend?"
The old storyteller did not answer. He muttered words along with a long and difficult spell.
Not only were the snowflakes falling in the sky controlled by his mysterious power, but even the foot-deep snow accumulated on the ground was swept up into the sky.
Within a three-mile radius, the sky was filled with white snowflakes, flying and spinning crazily in the sky.
Yuan Xiaolou and Fan Tong were currently in the snow that seemed to be flying, and they had no time to pay attention to them.
Fantong blocked Yuan Xiaolou under him and used his strong back to block the snowflakes flying in the sky for Yuan Xiaolou.
Every snowflake was like a sharp blade. Even though the back of the rice bucket had a strong defense, it was instantly scratched with countless tiny scars by the snowflakes.
The bright red blood quickly stained his black and white hair.
It is no longer a black and white giant panda, but has turned into a huge red giant bear!
Yuan Xiaolou looked at the vast snowflakes in front of him, his eyes full of horror!
She never expected that her grandfather, an old liar, would possess unparalleled magical powers!
Didn't grandpa lie to himself a few days ago? Is he really the leader of this generation of the legendary Huang Tian organization?
There was white snow flying like daggers in front of me, and the visibility was lower than the fog. It was almost impossible to see anything three feet away in front of me.
But Yuan Xiaolou is a peerless master in the realm of immortality. She doesn't need to use her eyes. She can clearly feel every move in her mind with her huge consciousness open and defending for dozens of miles.
The power that grandpa burst out at this moment was beyond the reach of even her, a master in the realm of immortality.
This gap in spiritual power and understanding of laws is not a quantitative gap, but a qualitative gap!
Yuan Xiaolou is almost certain that his grandfather's cultivation level should have reached the Sumeru level.
She is familiar with Hua Wuyou, who is in the Xumi realm. She has grown up, and she has only felt this kind of terrifying spiritual power from Hua Wuyou!
Yuan Xiaolou will definitely not feel wrong about this terrifying power that destroys the world and controls everything!
"Xumi?"
In the violent wind and snow, the jade machine roared like a wild beast.
There are only a few powerful Xumi people in the world. Now that one jumps out, how can Yu Jizi not be surprised?
In understanding the way of heaven, the old storyteller is much better than Jade Jizi.
But in terms of magical weapons, the God-killing Demon Sword has the absolute upper hand.
So far, it has only been found that sonic attacks can restrain the demon-devouring power of the God-Slaying Demon Sword.
The spell cast by the old storyteller at this moment is the law of ice and snow among the five elements, and cannot restrain the power of the God-Slaying Demonic Sword.
If Yu Jizi didn't have the God-killing Demon Sword in hand, he wouldn't be able to directly face the attack of Master Xumi.
Especially the old storyteller!
Nine years ago, outside Luoyang City, Li Ziye, who owned the Jade Tree and the Wonderful Flowers and the Haotian Mirror, was defeated by the old storyteller. This shows how powerful the old storyteller is.
However, the God-killing Demon Sword is not a strange flower from the jade tree.
The old storyteller has a way to restrain the strange flowers of the jade tree and the Haotian Mirror, but there is no way to restrain the God-Slaying Demon Sword.
Facing Zhushen, a peerless demonic sword that is at the level of a heavenly weapon, the old storyteller also felt a little powerless.
The endless flying snow is controlled by the spiritual power of the old storyteller.
The God-killing Demonic Sword is like the chapter on beasts and monsters in the seventh volume of the Heavenly Book. It can not only swallow evil spirits, but also spiritual power, it can swallow it instantly.
Therefore, the old storyteller simply cannot defeat Yujizi through flying snow.
He had covered the snow for miles around in the sky, and the endless flying snowflakes were constantly bombarding the jade machine.
But in an instant, the endless snowflakes and flying blades were completely swallowed up by the demonic power of the God-killing Demon Sword.
The old storyteller shouted: "Girl, get out of here quickly with your rice bucket! Grandpa can't last long!"
How could Yuan Xiaolou escape alone?
She wanted to come out to help her grandfather and deal with her own grandfather. However, the endless snowflakes controlled by the old storyteller were spinning like knives. She could not escape from under the rice bucket, otherwise she would be shot by the snowflake flying blade in a short time.
