The cold wind flows against the current and stirs up the smoke and dust.
The ruin-like valley was once again shrouded in darkness, and in the dead silence, only the howling of the wind was heard.
And, the resentful howl that seemed to come from outside the void.
"Dead, dead?"
Looking at the masses of blood that were blown away inside and outside the valley by the strong wind, everyone including Zhang Dong and Mu Qingliu couldn't help but feel nervous.
No one can survive after being beaten into a bloody mist.
But the life-saving ability of the poor old woman was so strong that even if she saw her flesh and blood turning into mud, she still wouldn't be sure that she was dead.
Yang Yu raised his eyes and seemed to be able to see the figure sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain among the wisps of clouds in the darkness.
The two looked at each other, Yang Yu raised his hand to disperse the white mist, and in a subtle way that no one could see, the shadow of the purple gold gourd flashed past.
Swallowing the extremely vicious and ferocious soul of the old woman in black: "It's over"
The old woman in front of him was the most difficult old monster he had ever encountered so far.
The foundation of his three thousand years of practice has reached an unbelievable level, and his Taoist skills are so powerful that they can kill any strong person in the world.
But it had been too long, or she had never had the experience or thought of fighting someone to the death. So, even at the last moment, she was still unwilling to fight with him.
As a result, the eighteen-faced jade pendant carved by Qin Si herself was not put to use, and the seal of sacrifice that he expected did not come.
Because, she is not an incarnation.
Under the eyes of the sky, Yang Yu could clearly see that what looked like one soul was actually the entanglement of five souls.
This old woman in black is the real old woman who merged the five incarnations into one body.
However, she is not really one. In comparison, the old Black Mountain demon at the foot of Qisha Mountain is more harmonious.
"Lu Chen! You hurt me, you hurt me!"
The purple-gold evil-swallowing gourd couldn't help but tremble, and it let out a wave of louder moans. Inside, there was a whine of resentment and extreme unwillingness.
"town!"
Until this moment, Yang Yu didn't feel relaxed at all. With a thought, he mobilized the other two great powers to work together to suppress the old woman's soul.
Tao fruit is not a magic weapon.
If you really want to maximize the power of Dao Fruit, you can only refine these three Dao Fruits into magic weapons.
"Yang Prison."
The resentful voice gradually became smaller, and was suppressed by the combined efforts of the three Dao Fruits. Yang Yu concentrated his attention and felt that the purple gold gourd was filled with purple.
This old monster, which has lived for three thousand years, has at least sixty purple lives!
"call!"
It wasn't until the whining inside the purple gold gourd completely disappeared that Yang Prison finally let out a breath of turbid air. As soon as the hot air locked in his body came out, the temperature within a hundred feet rose sharply, and sweat evaporated.
"died!"
With a movement of his wrist, the Seven Tribulations Sword almost fell. Yu Baimei breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling exhausted and shocked beyond words.
Xuankong Mountain has existed for more than a thousand years and has countless unknown secrets. Among them, there is countless information about this old woman.
From the end of the Qin Dynasty to the present, for more than three thousand years, there have been countless people who have tried to kill this beast, and there are records of them.
There are Ba Zun, Emperor Han, Grand Master Bodhidharma, crazy monk, his own ancestor, the sloppy Taoist, etc. Great masters whose names are recorded in history...
As strong as Zhang Yuanzhu, he could exhaust the battle for the fate of the country in the Ming Dynasty, and cooperate with the successive masters of Fu Shui Temple to be able to restrain him here.
Zhang Xuanba, who had gathered three thousand years of martial arts, was still one move away from him, and was killed by his own hand.
He was so tyrannical that he would not dare to face the powerful old monster until the end of his life. At this moment, he was really dead!
He died in the hands of this junior who had only practiced for thirty years.
The shock was so intense that he felt a little dazed.
As he was doing this, all the tycoons in the mountains and forests were shocked, and fell to the ground, their bodies limp. Some laughed and turned away, while others cried loudly and shouted the names of their relatives and friends.
Those who dare to come here are not just because of someone's invitation, but more because of a blood feud.
"Finally, finally"
Feng Wushuang, who had white temples, came behind Yang Yu before everyone else. Looking at the exploding blood mist, he couldn't help feeling sad anymore and knelt down and cried loudly:
"Ying Li'er, Senior Sister Yuan, Junior Sister Jiang, she is finally dead, finally dead!"
Finally, dead!
Looking at the dissipating blood mist, Zhang Dong held the flag flag he grabbed from the ruins and breathed a sigh of relief.
For nearly four hundred years, he has been living in great depression.
This oppression comes from Zhang Yuanzhu and Zhang Xuanba, but the biggest threat is after all the old immortal who has lived for three thousand years.
She eats people
Click!
Crushing pieces of jade pendants to disperse the injuries and alien energy on his body, Yang Yu raised his eyebrows and looked into the darkness, where the brilliance was gone and the tall figure appeared insubstantial.
"Old Prince."
In just one step, he arrived at the ruins.
"He is Soldier Soul."
His breath was surging and it was difficult to calm down. Mu Qingliu came closer, with a complicated expression filled with admiration:
"Brother Xuanba's practice really makes me admire him."
At this moment, Mu Qingliu had already guessed the cause and effect, and did not hide anything. He spoke softly to Yang Yu.
"On the day Brother Xuanba left the fortress, he sent an old soldier to Mu with a phoenix-winged gold-plated ink. At that time, he only said that he wanted me to come to Dayan Mountain on that day. If I saw seven arrows flying across the sky, I would release them.
Phoenix Wings Gilded with Gold"
Mu Qingliu's expression was complicated.
At that time, he only thought that Zhang Xuanba wanted to use his own hands to weaken and kill this old monster.
But then, he understood.
"What Brother Xuanba wants is not just to cut off his thousands of years of practice, but to keep this soldier soul and cooperate with future generations to completely kill this old witch!"
"Soldier Soul."
After listening to Mu Qingliu's words, Yang Yu finally had a clear understanding in his heart.
Many years ago, Zhang Xuanba went into seclusion and wanted to break through the gate of immortality, but he was limited by the world. In the end, half of his feet were blocked, his longevity plummeted, and he was about to die.
Later, he went out of the fortress, ostensibly to kill the old Black Mountain demon, but in reality, he wanted to gamble his remaining life span with this old witch for one.
Unfortunately, the seven nail-headed arrows were too incomprehensible. Even if he realized that he was not here, not there, just like the powerful magical power of "standing upright without a shadow" in the legend, his body and soul were still destroyed.
But he still has a backup plan.
This is the soul of the soldier.
"Strong men who used swords and soldiers in ancient times often pursued 'the unity of men and soldiers'. The fundamental reason is that the minds of men and soldiers are in harmony...
For the Martial Saint, it is will!"
Mu Qingliu stretched out his fingers. Under Yang Yu's gaze, the iron sword on his waist jumped into his palm as if alive.
Capturing weapons and retrieving objects from a distance is nothing to him.
But Mu Qingliu's move still made him raise his eyebrows.
Because this sword has not been affected by any external factors, it is not a true Gang or a Gang Qi, it just jumped into the palm of your hand.
"If you cultivate the armor with your will, the armor will be psychic. Brother Xuanba once said that if your will is strong, you can even refine the armor into your body."
Yang Yu was thoughtful.
Many years ago, when he was refining fine gold armor, he acquired the armor psychic skill.
By relying on this secret technique, he can forge weapons, and even arrows can be channeled, just like the wielder of an arm.
But compared to the soldier soul in front of him, it was far behind.
He guessed that this might be related to the fact that the two-edged sword broke one after another. He didn't have much time to warm up the sword.
"well"
Mu Qingliu sighed:
"Brother Xuanba's move is really beyond imagination. The soul of the soldier manifests and the domineering fist is used. This is already the method of the immortal god."
As he spoke, he returned the long sword to its sheath, raised his hand slightly, and turned around to leave:
"It's settled here. Mu will leave immediately. As for the gold-plated phoenix wings, Mu will send it to Qidaoguang according to Brother Xuanba's wishes."
As the words drifted, Mu Qingliu's figure had disappeared into the forest.
Yang Prison, on the other hand, took out the 'Crescent Phoenix Wing' that he had taken from the Self-Pitying Life Education Forum.
Buzz!
The already silent soldier soul reacted the moment the 'Crescent Phoenix Wing' was taken out.
As soon as Yang Yu let go, the remaining soldier in his palm disappeared, and the soul of the soldier seemed to have taken a big tonic.
The illusory body becomes a gaze.
His empty and dull eyes seemed to have focus. He looked at Yang Yu. After a moment, a voice came:
"She is dead?"
"died."
Yang Prison nodded.
"good."
Soldier Soul nodded, and his burly figure instantly disintegrated, disappearing into the night like a bubble.
The only obsession is completed, even if it can survive, the soul of the soldier will still self-destruct.
There was only a glimmer of light, enveloping the remnant soldier and falling into Yang Yu's open palm. On it, there seemed to be fine words flowing in the dim light.
"Spirit and body unite"
Yang Yu turned his eyes, and all the words on it flowed into his heart.
What surprised him was that, except for some details, this text was almost the same as what Lu Chen had given him back then.
This is
"Qilian Baishan Alliance, Wei Yan, Dai Shishu, Master thanks the Northwest King for his great kindness!"
A burly man knelt on his knees and kowtowed heavily:
"After today, I, the 100,000 brothers of the Qilian Baishan Alliance, will follow the leadership of the prince!"
"Weiyan."
Lu Qingting, who had landed on the eagle, didn't even have time to look around when he heard a heavy kowtow sound and his heart couldn't help but move.
This Wei Yan is no ordinary person. He is ranked very high on the Splendid Mountains and Rivers list. Not only has the entrance been opened, but he also possesses two magical powers. He has briefly fought against Bodhidharma's shadow before.
Is this surrender?
Yang Yu gathered his thoughts and was about to speak. From all over the mountain and forest, many masters who had been invited this time were already following him.
"Yingshan Sword Sect is willing to obey the prince's orders!"
"Yiyun Temple, I am grateful for the great kindness of the prince. If there is any mission, I will do my best to do it!"
"Big Flag Gate"
"Flying Fish Island"
"Jinshan Temple"
Almost in no particular order, except for the many Liansheng Cult masters led by Feng Wushuang, all the masters in the mountains and forests could not help but follow.
Those who were willing to surrender knelt down on one knee one after another. Even if they had no intention of surrendering, they bowed and saluted, and left their names loudly, saying they were willing to be sent.
"we."
This emotion was so strong that Lu Qingting almost bowed his head.
"Blessings and Immeasurable Heavenly Lord!"
Looking at the swordsman with fresh blood on his body in the ruins, Yu Baimei felt a little complicated:
"After today, who in the world will be worthy of my rival?"