The cultivation level of the spirit of the Dao Palace was completely chopped off in just a few strokes.
As many of the cultivation bases dispersed, the body of the Dao Palace Spirit also changed. From a pale-faced old man with white hair, he gradually shriveled up.
Eventually it quickly shriveled up into a branch!
Yes, a branch as thin as a thumb!
A jet-black mist clung to the tree branches, with thick evil thoughts lingering on it.
"You dare to treat me like this, you will not end well!" the spirit of the Taoist Temple roared.
Miss Song held the ancient sword and patted its head: "Tch! I told you what it was. It turned out to be a bunch of evil thoughts. How dare you pretend to be the spirit of the Taoist temple to deceive my grandma."
"I'll slap you to death, I'll slap you to death!" Miss Song patted her again and again.
Zhan Wushuang's eyes were full of hatred. Su Yu and Miss Song had not lost much cultivation at all, but he was in serious condition.
More than half of his cultivation was cut off!
"I will destroy you!" In anger, Zhan Wushuang struck the spirit of the Taoist Temple with a sword.
Just hearing a scream, most of the black mist transformed by the spirit of the Taoist Temple dissipated immediately.
"Whoever destroys me will be cursed!" the spirit of the Taoist Palace roared.
Zhan Wushuang slashed his sword indifferently, preparing to kill the spirit of the Taoist Palace with one sword strike, but at the last moment, he suddenly had a clever idea.
Zhan Wushuang, who had suffered two losses in a row, immediately glanced at Su Yu and found that Su Yu was standing in the distance with no intention of continuing.
This made Zhan Wushuang's heart skip a beat. Is there another conspiracy?
The vicious curse of the spirit of the Taoist Palace lingered in his ears, and he was shocked. Could this curse be true?
Thinking of this, Zhan Wushuang urgently sheathed his sword, and the ancient sword passed by the spirit of the Taoist Temple.
"Su Yu, why don't you take action?" Zhan Wushuang's eyes turned.
Su Yu shrugged: "Seeing how energetic you are in killing, I'll let you kill me."
"I believe you are a ghost!" Zhan Wushuang cursed. He looked around and caught a glimpse of the ancient coffin, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
He laughed angrily and said: "Okay! You want me to kill this Taoist temple spirit and cause death, so you can get the relics of the Guixu Emperor without any effort?"
That ancient coffin contains the boots of Emperor Guixu!
Once you get it, you can run the nine-star civilization!
"I didn't." Su Yu said calmly.
Zhan Wushuang seemed to have seen through Su Yu: "Haha, you want to plot against me this time, it won't be that easy!"
As soon as he turned around, he gave up on killing the spirit of the Dao Palace and rushed towards the ancient coffin instead.
Su Yu shook his head helplessly and came to the branch. He looked indifferently at the Taoist temple spirit on the branch and said, "Is it a curse? I'm not afraid of that."
With a gentle squeeze of his palm, he extinguished the spirit of the Taoist Temple.
Before dying, the spirit of the Dao Temple was still shouting: "You will be cursed!"
Su Yu said calmly: "You can't do anything to me even if you are alive, let alone dead?"
With that said, he wiped it out completely.
When the evil spirit is destroyed, the dry branch falls to the ground.
Su Yu bent down to pick it up and carefully wiped the dust on it.
But Miss Song was so anxious that she jumped up and down: "It doesn't matter what broken branches, the relics of the Guixu Emperor are huge treasures!"
Su Yu smiled and said nothing: "If the relics of the Guixu Emperor were so easy to get, would they still be left to us? They have been stolen by this evil thing long ago."
As if to confirm Su Yu's words, Zhan Wushuang hugged the ancient coffin and wanted to pick it up.
However, the ancient coffin was as heavy as Mount Tai and could not move at all.
"Get up!" Zhan Wushuang exhausted all his strength, but the ancient coffin remained the same.
It seems that the ancient coffin and the entire Guixu Imperial Tomb are connected together and are difficult to shake.
"I don't believe it!" Zhan Wushuang took out the Emperor's Killing Sword again and tried to cut off the ancient coffin, but as soon as the sword energy touched the ancient coffin, it was resolved by the mysterious power of the hall.
He tried every means, but finally found that he could not shake the ancient coffin.
"Damn it!" Zhan Wushuang shouted unwillingly.
He looked back and found that Miss Song was gloating to Su Yu: "You were right, that ancient coffin can't be opened at all."
Little Miss Song discovered that Su Yu didn't care about the weirdness at all, but was looking at the dead branch.
"Why are you always staring at this dead branch?" Miss Song asked.
Su Yu looked deep in thought: "I'm thinking, why does this evil spirit attach to this dead branch if it doesn't attach to other things? It shows that it is anything but simple."
As he spoke, Su Yu trembled.
As a result, with a shake, an emerald-colored trace came out from inside.
The emerald-colored traces were soft and full of vitality. Even though they were far apart, they could feel that their vitality seemed to suddenly increase.
Zhan Wushuang was stunned, and so was Miss Song.
Su Yu's eyes sparkled!
An instant later, the first two exclaimed in unison: "The Ancestral Art of Life!!!"
This seemingly inconspicuous dry branch actually contains the ancestral art of life, one of the eight ultimate ancestral arts?
Su Yu's pupils shrank sharply, his eyes filled with ecstasy!
This ancestral technique is extremely complete without any flaws. As long as you take the time to understand it, you can master it completely!
With Su Yu's concentration, he felt like he was dreaming at this moment.
An ancestral technique can be obtained so easily!
"This is mine!" Zhan Wushuang's eyes turned red with jealousy, and he roared and rushed over to snatch it.
Su Yu came back to his senses, put the branch into the space storage container with a swipe of his hand, and said after a while: "Why do you say it's yours?"
Miss Song was also surprised for Su Yu and said, "Yes! Why do you say it's yours? Is your name written on it, or were you the one who killed the evil spirit in the end?"
Zhan Wushuang was poked at a sensitive spot and said unwillingly: "I was the one who was supposed to kill, but it was Su Yu who designed it to make me give up!"
He finally understood that Su Yu had noticed something unusual about the branch a long time ago, but it was not convenient for him to grab it openly.
If it were a robbery, Zhan Wushuang would definitely realize that the branch was unusual immediately and would never give up easily.
On the contrary, Su Yu deliberately distanced himself, as if he wanted to stay away, which made Zhan Wushuang suspicious, so he decisively gave up.
Now that I think about it, he was tricked by Su Yu again.
And this way, the losses are too great!
This is a complete ancestral art of life, something that even the emperors will be jealous of!
Miss Song's chin raised: "But you gave up the last chance to kill. Did we force you to give up, or did we trick you into giving up? You were frightened by someone else's curse, why do you blame us?"
Zhan Wushuang pointed at Su Yu and said, "No need to argue, Su Yu is just plotting against me!"
Su Yu had an innocent look on his face: "You! You always blame others for your own faults. It's been so many years and you still haven't made any progress."
Zhan Wushuang was so angry that his lungs exploded, and the Emperor's Killing Sword in his hand made a creaking sound.
She plotted against him, took away the ancestral skills of life, and then taught him a serious lesson!
That's too much!
But in the main hall, he couldn't do anything. He only had the Emperor's Killing Sword, but he really couldn't do anything to Su Yu.