He slapped it with one palm, and the storm surged again.
Two streams of light fell straight down, and both Cheng Yuan and Lu Qingxue performed the God's Descending Technique.
"Bang bang!" Amid two muffled sounds, the strong wind dispersed.
Cheng Yuan and Lu Qingxue appeared, glaring coldly at the gray-robed old man.
The old man in gray robe standing in the void narrowed his eyes slightly, nodded slowly and said: "It is indeed a technique of the coming of the gods. You are only good at this, you need to borrow external power."
"The same goes for you." Cheng Yuan said slowly: "For forcing us to this point, you are indeed an old monster. You will die here today!"
He disappeared in a flash and appeared behind the old man in gray robe the next moment.
The next moment, Lu Qingxue appeared in front of the gray-robed old man, and the two of them attacked him one after another.
The two of them had a perfect understanding, but the old man in gray robe easily turned sideways and caught their palms respectively.
"Bang!" It exploded like thunder, and all three of them flew backwards.
The old man in gray robe flew sideways and waved his palms in the air.
Cheng Yuan and Lu Qingxue each flew upside down, meeting the silent palm force in the air.
The sky wind is invisible or tangible in a matter of thoughts, but the two palms of the gray-robed old man are invisible and breathless, which is completely different from the previous howling wind.
"Bang! Bang!"
The two flew upside down again, and even after using the God's Coming technique, they still couldn't suppress the old monster. The two of them felt awe-inspiring but extremely calm. After using the God's Coming technique, there would be no flinching or fear, only calmness and calculation.
"Chichi!" Cheng Yuan pointed out and broke through the palm force.
Lu Qingxue slashed lightly, splitting the Heavenly Wind Palm with her sword silently.
"Bang! Bang!"
"Tsk! Tsk!"
The three of them fought together, their figures flickering and appearing and disappearing, like an illusion.
The people who fell on the ground had their eyes wide open, and they were paying attention here while doing exercises to heal their injuries.
Qin Mengyun's heart kept sinking. The two sect masters could not suppress one old monster, but there were twelve old monsters like Tianfeng Sect. If they were to attack at the same time, could the sects be able to stop them?
Just thinking about this makes me feel chilly.
"Qingxue, it's time to fight hard!" Cheng Yuan said in a deep voice.
Lu Qingxue said: "Okay!"
Thousands of rays of light shot out from their bodies, like two suns falling, and the next moment they appeared in front of the old man in gray robe.
The old man in gray robe hummed: "The wind is coming!"
Silent wind appeared around him, and the light of the two people could not get close to him.
The old man in gray robe snorted and said: "Don't think that you are invincible because of the God's Descending Technique. If I can't find a way to restrain myself, will you come and die?"
"What kind of wind are you talking about?" Cheng Yuan asked in a deep voice.
"Nine Nether Yin Winds." The gray-robed old man said proudly: "The Nine Nether Yin Winds that I spent thousands of years conquering, corrode the soul and destroy the bones. Have you tasted this?"
He knew the weakness of the God's Descending Technique. He was afraid of damaging the treasure of the soul. Once the soul was damaged, the God would be injured, and the caster would have to spend his lifespan to make up for it. As long as the injury was serious enough, the lifespan would not be enough.
Although there are very few treasures in the world that can hurt the souls of gods, they are not without them. Jiuyou Yin Wind is one kind. The coldest wind in the world is extremely strange. If he had not had a chance encounter in the secret realm, he would have obtained the treasure.
The secrets complement each other and overcome difficulties successfully.
With this Nine Nether Yin Wind, he is the nemesis of the gods, and the sect leaders of various sects have nothing to fear. Of course, the Nine Nether Yin Wind also needs to be used with caution, because it seems strong and fragile, and the number of times it can be used is limited.
But with this, it was enough to create a shock, and later the sect leaders did not dare to use the God's Descending Technique in front of them.
Cheng Yuan sneered and took out a red bead from his arms.
The countless rays of light illuminated the beads, which were as red as blood.
The old man in gray robe cried out: "Red blood beads!"
"Haha..." Cheng Yuan laughed twice and waved the red bead: "If you don't accept the Jiuyou Yinfeng, I will use this red blood bead!"
His deduction skills are extremely high. He figured out what treasures he would need and brought them with him in advance.
The gray-robed old man's face darkened and he said coldly: "Then use the red blood beads to see!"
Cheng Yuan sneered and crushed the red blood bead directly.
The red blood bead shattered, and a red light shot towards the gray-robed old man.
Like the "gurgling" sound of boiling water, the red light lingered around the gray-robed old man, getting stronger and stronger. No matter how much he waved his hands, he couldn't wave it away. The red light was like a flame falling on oil, getting stronger and stronger.
Amidst the gurgling sound, the ghostly wind around the gray-robed old man quickly dissipated. His skeleton-like face was twisted and ferocious, the remaining muscles changed violently, and his eyes stared at Cheng Yuan like ghost fire.
Cheng Yuan sneered: "Old guy, you asked for this!"
"Then I'll give you something awesome!" The old man in gray robe sneered, raising his hands to the sky, and suddenly a flash of lightning fell, as if his body was like a ghost, and he instantly arrived in front of Cheng Yuan and slapped it down with a palm.
"Bang!" Cheng Yuan was knocked away.
"Ah!" He screamed miserably in the air.
This sound hurts to the bone, as if it hurts the soul.
Although the red blood bead burned the Nine Nether Yin Wind, it could not be burned for a while. This moment was enough for him to seriously injure the two gods. When Lu Qingxue saw this, he wanted to hide, but the old man in gray robe sneered and rushed towards Qin Mengyun.
Lu Qingxue could only block in front of Qin Mengyun and receive a palm.
"Ah!" Lu Qingxue also screamed in agony.
Qin Mengyun pounced on the gray-robed old man.
"Bang!" She flew directly backwards, spraying minced meat in the air.
"Mengyun!" Lu Qingxue hissed.
She appeared next to Qin Mengyun in a flash, took out the elixir from her arms and stuffed it into her mouth, but Qin Mengyun was unable to swallow, had no breath, and died immediately. She could only use her internal energy to push the palace to activate blood and enter her body.
The essence of life is the true source of longevity.
This is the unique secret technique of the Die Wu Sect. Ten years of life can hold Qin Mengyun breathless, allowing her to swallow the elixir. When the elixir takes effect, it can be combined with the secret life-saving technique to save her life.
Cheng Yuan ignored the damage and pounced on the gray-clothed old man again in the air to prevent him from attacking Lu Qingxue.
The gray-robed old man sneered: "This Heavenly Wind Palm directly destroyed her soul. If you can't save her, don't waste your efforts!"
He glanced at the others and sneered: "There are many people in the Diewu Sect. Kill them one by one slowly to see if you will give in!"
"You deserve to die!" Lu Qingxue roared angrily.
She is no longer as cold and aloof as before, her eyes are blazing with anger, and she is pushing towards Qin Mengyun. Qin Mengyun is the next generation sect leader she is optimistic about, and he is extremely talented and is the future hope of Die Wu Sect.
But now, she was silent and cold. Even her own secret skills could not save her. Her body stiffened rapidly, as if she had been dead for a day and had lost the chance to save her.
The old man in gray robe laughed loudly and said: "I deserve to die, but I can't die. It's been ten thousand years, and living is not interesting. As long as you fulfill this wish, you can ascend, haha!"
He laughed proudly and did not even look at the already cold Qin Mengyun. Instead, his eyes fell on Yang Qingmeng and the two graceful women.
Cheng Yuan was knocked back again and let out a hoarse scream, which made others tremble all over.
However, Cheng Yuan rushed forward again and again, fearlessly unafraid of death.
The old man in gray robe was surrounded by red light, like a skeleton walking out of hell, becoming more and more terrifying as he slowly walked towards Yang Qingmeng step by step.