Although he strongly denied it, Yang Zongchen actually knew clearly in his heart that most of what the top monk in front of him said was true. Otherwise, he would never have said the Dragon Tiger Qi.
If this is really the case, then during the period when he left the Fire Phoenix Ship, Zi Daoxu probably advanced to Nascent Soul under the care of His Holiness.
Although he had no dealings with Zi Daoxu, and he couldn't stand Zi Daoxu's extremely high blood concentration, he had to admit that with the help of the Transforming Infant Pill, he would definitely be able to become a Nascent Soul monk with his own strength.
"A person who jumped out of nowhere actually possesses fire phoenix blood, and its concentration is far higher than that of the strongest contemporary..." Yang Zongchen shook his head slightly, he didn't dare to think that this matter would cause
The consequences would be huge.
Thinking of the failure of the mission, Yang Zongchen glared at Tu Shanjun.
When the giant ship arrived that day, he should have taken action as the top monk. It might not have looked good at that time, but he wasn't as passive as he is now.
Now I feel like I am stuck in a quagmire and it is difficult to move.
It was as if this person had seen through all his moves and solved the plan in an understatement. Yang Zongchen didn't know who the monk in the corner was talking about, but obviously their methods were not worth mentioning in the eyes of the other party.
This slight made his heart burn with rage.
The mana turned into invisible ripples and made his body stagnant in mid-air. He looked at the red-haired monk in the corner and said: "Okay, okay, it is indeed a good method. I didn't gain a great reputation by relying on these unseemly strategies.
"
As he spoke, inspiration burst out all over his body, and the invisible mana turned into tangible flames. The flames were like falling petals, intertwined into a circle, and spread out in all directions with him as the center.
"disease."
Tu Shanjun looked calm. He said these words to shock Yang Zongchen's Taoist heart.
It's a pity that the other party's mind was indeed shaken, but there was no obvious flaw. It can be said that he is a disciple of the great sect. Both his own cultivation and his state of mind are very solid and stable.
"Can't you get on the stage?" Tu Shanjun laughed.
Yang Zongchen might want to say that he relied on his strong strength and foundation along the way.
But with such strength... Tu Shanjun raised his palm and grasped it suddenly. The Cun Xu Zun Soul Flag suddenly turned into a foot long, and he slowly put it on his shoulder, and the black and red flag fluttered in the wind.
The pressure in the middle stage of Nascent Soul is like a natural chasm.
Shaking the Lingbao in his hand, he saw endless black mist covering the sky. But if he looked carefully, he found that it was not mist at all, but the dark gods in the sky. Soaring clouds and mist surrounded the entire Blood Evil Sect on three levels, inside and outside, and at the same time,
Give up the central battlefield.
Without exception, they all held a small illusory flag in their hands, standing on the clouds like protectors.
After releasing the technique, Yang Zongchen's eyes widened, and his gaze moved from Tu Shanjun to the Yin God in the sky, and then moved his gaze back again, exclaiming in shock: "Fraud, another fraud!"
"If we have the ability, let's fight one on one!"
He just took a quick glance, and there were at least forty golden elixirs among those Yin gods. Regardless of their uneven strength, so many golden elixir Yin gods attacking at the same time would also interfere with his fighting skills.
Not to mention Yang Zongchen, even Taiyi Zhenjun was surprised to see Tushanjun activate the Lingbao. No wonder he consumed so much mana, it turns out that the root cause is here.
Thanks to his deep magic power, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to bring out all the power of this spiritual treasure.
Hearing what Yang Zongchen said, Taiyi Zhenjun couldn't help laughing. He just looked at Tushanjun, as if he wanted to know what Tushanjun was thinking.
Unexpectedly, Tu Shanjun didn't care at all what the other party said. He just said calmly: "It's too late for you to leave now. Once you take action, life or death will be determined by fate."
It's not that he is afraid of Yang Zongchen or the Tianyang Shenzong behind him, but that they will suffer losses if they continue like this. True Lord Taiyi went into battle even though he was sick. He could hold on for a while, but it was not a long-term solution.
Regardless of whether he can win the battle, even if he really wins, it will delay the condition of Taiyi Zhenjun.
The Blood Evil Sect has been destroyed, and now that his wish has been fulfilled, Tushanjun does not want to cause trouble.
It is better to stop now while there is no loss for both sides, so that Taiyi Zhenjun can recover his mana and recover from his serious illness.
Yang Zongchen laughed out loud and reached out to touch the blood on his cheek.
Stop smiling.
He said critically: "Why should you let me retreat?"
"With these cannon fodder in your hands?"
"It's still that iron lump that I can't break in a while."
"I admit that your strength should not be underestimated, but when you break through in battle, your cultivation is unstable. He is also a sick man, and at most he makes me spit out a few mouthfuls of blood. And I, the great monk of the Tianyang Shen Sect, have magical powers and magic that reach the sky, and my spirit is
He can’t even break through the defense of the Treasure Sun Wheel.”
"How about this, I won't kill you."
"Get out of my way. I will have a fight with that sick ghost, and then I will return to the Eastern Wilderness. As long as you don't appear in front of me again, I will not cause trouble for you."
Yang Zongchen pointed at Taiyi Zhenjun who was holding a bronze bell in the distance. At the same time, he moved his chin and spat out some sweet blood in the air. The blood suddenly turned into flames and merged into the rapidly rotating sun wheel spirit treasure.
"It seems there is no need to talk." Tu Shanjun sighed. As expected, he couldn't talk about concessions with these arrogant disciples. Not only would he not be able to talk, but he would also be considered weak and can be bullied.
"boom."
In an instant, Tushanjun's tall figure was already bullying him.
He was already red-eyed and no longer suppressed his evil aura. The soul flag in his hand rolled up, shaped like a 'hammer', and went straight to Yang Zongchen's head with Tu Shanjun's swing.
"How brave!"
Yang Zongchen had already unleashed his true anger, but was suppressed by Taiyi Zhenjun using his spiritual treasure, which made him even more angry. Seeing that Tu Shanjun dared to fight in close quarters, he was not surprised but overjoyed and grabbed the round wheel.
The wheel immediately separated and turned into two scimitars.
He yelled: "The fight with that tuberculosis ghost just now was not smooth, but you, the devil, don't know how much strength I can take from you."
The red-haired monk in the corner ignored him as he approached, and the hammer in his hand came down lightly.
clang!
The 'hammer' was obviously not heavy, and there was no way to lower it by breaking through the air. However, when it really hit, Yang Zongchen felt that his hands were not his own, and his face turned red as the blood surged up.
Tu Shanjun wielded the black gold heavy stick of the Soul Banner with complete tirelessness. Even if Yang Zongchen had a body-protecting magic weapon, he felt that he was no match for the top monks with just such martial arts.
'No wonder he was able to suppress the Blood Evil Sect and obtain the Nascent Soul. This person really has an extraordinary body. Does he have the bloodline of some divine beast?'
After thinking about this, Yang Zongchen felt even more aggrieved. Withdrawing the fighting skills, he couldn't get close to Taiyi Zhenjun. This close combat also couldn't resist the top monks.
The fire phoenix blood would also strengthen their bodies, so they shouldn't be so helpless, which made Yang Zongchen wonder if Tu Shanjun was a demon cultivator, or a wild beast turned into a human being.
After dozens of rounds in a row, it was only the power of the magic weapon and the extraordinary protective robes that prevented him from getting lucky, otherwise he would probably be in tatters. However, this is not a magic power that can be used for a long time.
Don't think that the True Monarch of Nascent Soul is tireless. It also depends on who you fight. If it is an ordinary monk, Yang Zongchen is also a strong man who gets braver with each battle. However, he dare not speak out about this advantage in front of this person.
.
Furthermore, when it comes to fighting skills, most of them involve the use of magic weapons and supernatural powers, so I feel a little exhausted during this period of time.
"Good opportunity!" Yang Zongchen saw that the opponent's body-protecting magic weapon was weakened, and immediately activated the round wheel and the scimitar in his hand, tearing apart Tushanjun's body-protecting magic weapon and going straight for his throat. However, there was a broad and heavy sword blocking him.
in front of.
And the annoying bell rang again. At this time, his round defense showed flaws. The body-protecting magic weapon was shattered, and the sound of flesh being nailed into flesh rang in his ears.
Phew!
The protective fire phoenix screamed loudly, and the huge fire energy knocked back those who attacked him, and also caused the puppet holding the heavy sword to move slightly sluggishly.
After coming back to his senses, Yang Zongchen touched his neck and found a bloody hole.
The hot blood made his heart feel cold, and his eyes narrowed unconsciously.
The moment just now was too dangerous. If he moved any slower, the neck would be penetrated. At that time, whether the head would still be on the neck was a question.
"The true meaning of Heavenly Fire!"
Yang Zongchen took out a handful of magic talismans from his storage ring and threw them out. Each one turned into a small fire phoenix. The wound on his neck had completely healed the moment he swallowed the elixir.
The scimitar turned into a ring to protect the body, and his hands formed a seal: "Endless Phoenix Fire."
Introducing the protective Yangyan Fire Phoenix into his body, Yang Zongchen's eyes completely turned into gold, and the aura around him was like a beam of light piercing the sky above.
Taiyi Zhenjun said in horror: "His aura is about to reach the late Nascent Soul stage."
"The secret technique of Tianyang Shenzong." Tu Shanjun said calmly, and at the same time he raised his arm. At that moment, his palm had turned into charcoal, and now it was repaired by the evil spirit.
When a life and death crisis comes, Yang Zongchen will definitely not hide it anymore. Unfortunately, he couldn't stop it just now, nor can he stop Yang Zongchen from activating the secret technique.
"Quickly leave!" Taiyi Zhenjun stood up quickly. If they waited for a while, they wouldn't be able to leave.
Yang Zongchen yelled: "Want to leave? It's too late!"
He waved his hands fiercely, and the Lingbao Sun Disk had already torn apart Tushanjun's body-protecting power, which meant that the magic power of the Zunhun Banner was so powerful, otherwise this blow would have left Tushanjun with both arms and legs.
The power of the sun wheel continues unabated and goes straight to the True Lord Taiyi.
Bang.
The old man in civilian clothes held a huge sword and forcefully held the sun disc against it. However, the sun disc still left a deep mark on his face and chest.
"You will die without regrets if you can see our sect's supreme secret technique." Yang Zongchen looked down at Taiyi Zhenjun and Tu Shanjun. At this time, he seemed to be no longer a monk who took action, but a god who controlled the flames.
Feng Xue and his Tao have gathered such powerful strength.
"The Ghost King of the Ten Directions."
"The Killing Formation."
Tu Shanjun stretched out his fingers to form a seal, and the Yin God in the sky simultaneously sacrificed the illusory little flag in his hand, and connected with the huge formation flag from all directions that had been nailed into the Blood Evil Sect.
"Enter my formation, cut down the five senses and six consciousnesses, cut off the brilliance of the golden elixir, destroy the soul of the Yuan Ying, and destroy the breath of living beings... The body is corroded by Yin evil spirits."