Qianlong's bow opened, and with just one arrow, Yang Yu almost collapsed. This was too rare for him.
After the Earth-Shaking God Seed entered his soul, his energy was almost limitless, and he felt tired for the first time. This feeling made him a little moved.
However, this did not delay him from holding Feng Hao's 'soul' in his hands.
"you!"
As his five fingers pinched together, Feng Hao was extremely frightened.
Naturally, he is not a brave person who is not afraid of death. Otherwise, he would not have survived the pursuit of the sloppy Taoist and surrendered to the Blood Demon.
But before the ghost baby appeared and was caught by this hand, he was really fearless.
He has a book written in the underworld, and his obsession is immortal. Except for the blood demon, he has no fear of anyone. What does one life and death mean?
As long as the illusion is reopened, he can still regain his physical body.
However, at this moment, when those five fingers grasped him, he finally felt fear. The palm was like a black hole, trying to swallow his soul.
"ghost!"
Looking at this illusory soul body, Yang Yu was also very cautious.
He is not a murderous person, but in recent years, more people have died at his hands than most ordinary people have seen.
But from bandits to grand masters, everyone dies and disappears. I have never seen such a 'soul body'...
In fact, he already knew how special the person in front of him was when he first saw his fate.
After all, the fantasy world of immortals and demons is the past of the rubbings of heaven and earth. All the creatures in it have perished, and those who perish have no destiny...
What does this mean? He knows very well, 'Is it another sign of a change in the sky? The tide theory mentions that after the change in the sky, the soil where ghosts exist will reappear'
As soon as Yang Yu thought about it, the purple gourd that he had been looking forward to for a long time suddenly trembled, and he impatiently opened his mouth through his palm.
"An, Brother An, save me!"
The shrill screams stopped in the summer.
In the eyes of everyone, the soul mist was wiped out in one stroke, but only Yang Yu could see clearly that the ghost soul had been swallowed whole by the Purple Gold Devouring Evil Treasure Gourd!
'Finally, I swallowed a ghost!'
Yang Prison even felt the groaning sound of Zijin's evil gourd. The little thing fell in the corner with satisfaction, rolling back and forth...
"this…"
Looking at the mist that dispersed after being snuffed out by Yang Yu, Guiying's face turned a little pale.
Eat, eat, he really ate...
"died"
Lu Qingting breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was a Taoist priest, he had never dealt with this kind of thing.
"Probably dead."
Yang Yuqu stretched out his fingers.
With his current physique, his fingers would feel unbearable even when he pulls this bow, which shows how powerful this bow is.
"Is this death?"
Gu Qingyi was a little surprised and uncertain. She looked at Lu Qingting, a little suspicious:
"Although this evil path is powerful, I'm afraid it won't be able to intervene in the confrontation between the Patriarch and that blood demon..."
The other people also looked at him.
It is true that after this battle, everyone had to admit that Feng Hao was extremely powerful and that no one could be his opponent if they joined forces. If Yang Yu hadn't invaded indiscriminately, he might not have been able to survive.
But to say that this person could intervene in the battle between Martial Saint and Shidu Immortal, no one believed it.
"this matter"
Lu Qingting hesitated to speak, but Yang Yu's heart moved. The others realized it later, but they all looked towards the city gate.
At some point, a strong mist submerged the city gate. On the tall city gate tower, a young man in blood-clothed clothes stood with his hands behind his back.
“I fight swallows all day long, but unfortunately I got pecked in the eye by a swallow today.”
The calm voice was like a cold current sweeping through it. Everyone who heard it felt chilled in their hearts, and the ghost baby had already shrunk into a ball.
"Feng Hao's martial arts is indeed not enough to control the confrontation between me and that sloppy Zhang, but he is the one who I have spent many years of effort on.
Awakened Ghosts"
The young man in blood-clothed clothes stood against the wind, his eyes as if they were real, swept over everyone one by one, and finally fell on Yang Yu, deep and cold:
"Are you the judge?"
Judge?
Gu Qingyi was shocked, and the other people approached Lu Qingting one after another as if they were facing a formidable enemy. The latter shook his head and smiled bitterly:
"The fog enveloped the whole city and there was no way to escape."
Can't escape...
After hearing this, everyone's expressions changed.
As true members of various sects, the few people present naturally have their own arrogance, especially since they were living a thousand years ago, and they feel a sense of detachment.
But after this battle, I no longer have any contempt in my heart. Facing the blood demon again, I suddenly feel the pressure doubled...
"Shidu Immortals."
Feng Wushuang's heart sank slightly.
"Yes or no, what's the difference?"
Yang Yu remained calm and calm, and turned to look at Lu Qingting:
"Zhenzhen Zhang, why don't you show up yet?"
"Um?!"
"Zhenren Zhang?"
"Ancestor?!"
Before he finished speaking, everyone looked at Lu Qingting. The latter smiled bitterly, then straightened his back and his voice became older:
"How did little friend Yang see me here?"
The old voice echoed in the city.
At this moment, Lu Qingting's appearance and posture did not change at all, but his whole aura changed drastically.
Just because his back was stagnant, an unparalleled spirit filled everyone's heart.
Then, everyone including Feng Wushuang felt certain in their hearts, and a sense of relief rushed into their hearts.
There is such a thing that the sky can collapse in a matter of seconds, but there is also a great stability that can be lifted up by manpower.
This is certainly because the voice contains indescribable great stability and calmness, but it is also because of the owner of the voice.
The life of that old Taoist was the backbone of Xuankong Mountain, the backbone of Taoism, and the backbone of martial arts.
"Ancestor!"
Gu Qingyi couldn't help but prostrate herself.
"Zhang Zhenzhen's behavior is beyond anyone's expectation. However, it is said that you have been in trouble for the rest of your life. There is no reason to let the younger generation charge ahead and sit firmly on the Diaoyutai."
Hearing the sound, Yang Yu felt certain in his heart and smiled:
"So, let's take a guess."
As said, Zhang's sloppy behavior is really not something that humans can spy on. Even if he feels that he is tyrannical and inhuman, he cannot sense his whereabouts.
However, Long Yuanjian had already remembered this aura when he saw Xuankong Mountain.
Before he entered the city, the Longyuan Sword had been completely unsheathed, and it kept buzzing for a long time, urging him to abandon his magical powers and fight with it...
but….
"Good boy, you know me well!"
Amidst the hearty laughter, Zhang Sloppy subconsciously stroked his beard with his hand, but to no avail. Where does Lu Qingting have any beard?
He was slightly embarrassed and looked towards the city head:
"Ren Taoist An, long time no see. How do you feel about seeing the old Taoist?"
"Zhang is sloppy!"
The face of the young man in blood sank, and he sneered again and again:
"Everyone in the world thinks that you are slovenly and arrogant, but haven't you still taken over the physical shell of your disciples? Why, after thousands of years of hard work, you finally can't bear it anymore and want to imitate me and resurrect your soul?"
"Thousands of years of loneliness, for you, is torture, pain, and deep despair, but for the old Taoist..."
Zhang sloppily waved his sleeves and robe, and picked up his overjoyed descendant. He looked around, looking at the plants, trees, bricks and stones:
"This is the age of sophistication."
There was no trace of indignation in the old voice, but only a touch of nostalgia and inner peace.
"Here, there are the disciples of the old Taoist, the old friends of the old Taoist, the Taoist Taoism and inheritance, and also the traces and sustenance of my life..."
The old man smiles:
"Compared with the sages who have perished in the years, how lucky is the old Taoist?"
"Fortunate?!"
The blood-clothed Taoist's voice became extremely cold and stern, and his whole aura underwent a shocking change. The moment of calm turned into a raging wave that threatened to destroy the world.
"You call this a hellish place where there is no life, no death, no desire to live, and it can be called endless purgatory, and you call it lucky?!"
Intolerable!
The old Taoist's calmness deeply hurt Mr. Andao. His eyes seemed to be burning with blood flames, and the murderous intent pouring out almost froze the long street.
"Ren Taoist An, you call yourself an immortal, but actually, do you know what an immortal is?"
The old Taoist shook his head slightly:
"In the past thousand years, the old Taoist has tried several times to pull you out of the disaster of "losing yourself". Unfortunately, your obsession is too deep."
"Obsession?!"
Mr. Ando interrupted the old Taoist's voice rudely and said in a low voice:
"How many people will become immortals in a thousand years? Maybe only one or two! I had this opportunity, and I was supposed to become an immortal and become an ancestor in the upcoming tenth calamity of the Yuan Dynasty!"
"It's you! You interrupted my Ascension Banquet, destroyed my flesh shell, and chopped off half a page of my underworld book! It was you who forced me to 'lose myself'. Now, who are you to be a good person?!"
"
"well."
Faced with Daoren An's rage, Zhang Shoubi sighed rarely:
“It’s hard to be a good person”
"Old bastard! You are extremely shameless!"
Like a volcano that had been erupting for thousands of years, the sudden rise of blood almost dyed the sky red, and the evil spirit that was so strong that it was almost overflowing was so truly presented in front of everyone.
"So powerful?"
The sky before his eyes was all red, the chill was condensing, and the eyelids of several people in the city were twitching wildly.
If a great master can form an army on one horse and dominate the world, then a martial saint can, to a certain extent, wipe out the enemy's country with his men!
In addition to the current world, in dozens of dynasties in the past 2,600 years, the Martial Saint was a being known as a land god!
In this life, there may not be one person!
"Ten Capital Immortals"
With such power, even though Yang Yu couldn't calm down in his heart, the momentum of the blood Taoist in front of him was almost no greater than that of Zhang Xuanba in Liuji Mountain.
That is Zhang Xuanba among thousands of armies!
Zhang Xuanba, who has a great military situation, is an unparalleled warrior who can lead thousands of troops to fight two martial saints and defeat them as a newly-born martial saint!
"Your magical power is to live for death. The person who can seize the body and kill you when he is about to die has achieved morbid immortality this time.
Holding the Book of the Underworld in your hand will allow you to maximize your magical power. Unfortunately, there is no unbreakable magical power in this world..."
Facing the shocking roar of his old rival, Zhang Sugao seemed calm and calm.
He glanced at the world he had lived in for hundreds of years with nostalgia, and held on to the illusion for thousands of years. He patted his chest gently and sighed softly:
"Xiao Lu, my ancestor is sorry for you."
Lu Qingting's voice came out from his chest:
"How lucky is this disciple to be able to fight side by side with the Patriarch?!"