He waved the wooden ruler, and several huge trees with a diameter of ten thousand feet collided with the overwhelming hurricane force.
For a moment, the roar shook the sky.
The tree powder torn apart by the wind blade caused a 'sandstorm' to roll up millions of miles around.
Sima Fan held the natal spiritual treasure ‘Sacred Wood Spirit Ruler’ in his hand, looking at the dim and graceful figure on the opposite side shrouded in a magnificent storm, his brows furrowed tightly.
Although he had the upper hand in this fight, there was always an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.
Moreover, hundreds of years have passed since the beginning of the battle between him and his opponent, but there is still no trace of Yu Changan and Zhao Yuanqiu.
There isn't even any news.
He used secret methods to inquire, but there was no response. He asked his disciples to go and inquire, but they did not come back.
All kinds of anomalies made him feel more and more unsure.
"No, we can't fight any longer."
In fear, Sima Fan waved the sacred wooden ruler and fought off the flying wind sword. He no longer hesitated and flew towards the Aoki Province like lightning, not even caring about the Jianmu Shenzhou who was watching the battle in the distance.
"You want to run? It's a pity it's too late."
Feng Zangyun's heart moved, and a fist-sized cup appeared in the clouds above his head.
This cup is completely red in color, with a wide mouth and a straight neck, and its ears are in the shape of a dragon. The cup is embossed with mysterious spiritual patterns, exuding a rich flavor of fire.
Goblet of Fire.
The five Hongmeng banned mid-grade Hongmeng Lingbao.
It was refined by Tiangong Taoist, but due to the limitation of materials, the sixth prohibition was not achieved.
But it's enough to deal with Sima Fan.
As soon as the magic power was activated, the Goblet of Fire expanded instantly, and in a moment it became huge.
The next moment, the overwhelming golden red flames rolled out overwhelmingly like a river that burst its embankments.
He raised his magic power again and waved his natal spiritual treasure, the Wind God Flag, in his palm.
'call'.
The earth-shaking giant mist rose into the sky.
For a moment, the wind borrowed the power of the fire, and the fire borrowed the power of the wind, and a sea of fire spread across hundreds of millions of miles, and rushed towards Sima Fan at an astonishing speed like lightning.
The latter had long been aware of the astonishing flames behind him.
But before he could see clearly, the overwhelming flames were already rushing towards him.
The power is already ten thousand times more powerful than the previous simple wind method.
"How is that possible?!"
Sima Fan, who was horrified in his heart, didn't even have the courage to turn around and resist, so he used all his strength and ran away like crazy.
This level of fire was already beyond what he could handle.
But what made him despair was that for some reason, the same astonishing blazing fire suddenly appeared thousands of miles away in front of him.
The wall of fire covering hundreds of millions of miles, one behind the other, seemed like two big hands closing together, trapping him in the middle with nowhere to escape.
Using his consciousness, Feng Zangyun shook his head slightly as he looked at Sima Fan, who was trapped in the sea of fire and looked desperate.
For the direct disciples of Chongshan who possess the "Little Chongshan Cave Heaven" and can move in the void, unless they are also proficient in the way of space, trying to escape is a complete fantasy.
"Fellow Daoist Feng, Sima Fan is willing to surrender and please accept the divine fire."
There was extreme anxiety in his pleading tone.
Feng Zangyun is very aware of her mentor's penchant for high-quality labor. She also understands that with every additional Hongmeng Master working his magic, the growth rate of Chongshan True Realm will increase a lot.
The tyranny of the ancestors of my family was enough to suppress them.
With a thought in his heart, the advancing speed of the fire wall slowed down.
"If you want to survive, hand over all your spiritual treasures and then claim your own Dantian."
"I can agree, but what if you take the opportunity to kill me?"
Sima Fan's eyes wandered, looking for opportunities to escape.
Feng Zangyun, who used the projection of the Dayan Mirror to see all the expressions on his face, snorted coldly.
"I won't shed tears until I see the coffin."
A reminder of the tactic.
The wall of fire suddenly accelerated and enveloped Sima Fan in it like lightning.
The bursting flame ignited the surrounding wood gas. Not only did it not reduce it, it actually made the flame stronger.
Seeing his mana being consumed rapidly, and the flames rapidly advancing towards his own body, Sima Fan became more and more desperate.
However, he did not have the courage to self-destruct like Zhuge Wentian, the former leader of the Chiyang Sect.
"Fellow Daoist Feng, I promised, I promised everything. Please spare my life."
Feng Zangyun seemed not to hear his words. The scorching fire rolled like a sea, and Sima Fan's mana was consumed violently. Gradually, a feeling of weakness that had not been felt in many years rose from the bottom of his heart.
Just when he felt desperate, the surrounding fire suddenly retreated.
A cold and evil voice came.
"Hand over your natal magical weapon and call yourself Dantian, and I will spare your life."
At this time, Sima Fan had no choice.
The surrounding huge sea of fire with a temperature of billions of degrees directly blocked all his escape routes.
He gritted his teeth.
"I hope fellow Taoist monks will keep their promise and Sima Fan surrenders."
Released his palm, a powerful pulling force enveloped his sacred wooden ruler, and it flew into the sea of fire and disappeared.
But he didn't call himself Dantian. If so, he would really be like a piece of meat on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered by others.
As for the magical weapon, without the sacred wooden ruler, he still has a spare in his magic bag. Although it is not as powerful as the sacred wooden ruler, it can still be used against the enemy.
Just when Sima Fan was on extreme alert.
‘Boom’!
The earth-shattering bell rang in my ears.
Sima Fan subconsciously used magic power to seal his ears to protect his soul.
But the sound of the bell was unimaginably powerful. It instantly penetrated his magic power and exploded in the sea of consciousness.
Sima Fan felt that someone had taken a giant hammer and hit his soul hard. Although he did not feel much pain, his soul seemed to have fallen into a bottomless abyss, and he instantly lost all perception of the outside world.
Looking at Sima Fan with a dull expression, Feng Zangyun waved his hand, and the sky was filled with fire, and the wind and lightning turned, and swept Sima Fan back into the Goblet of Fire.
The red giant cup turned into a stream of light and fell into Fengzang Yunqingyun.
The latter's left palm held a sparkling navy blue talisman with iron-painted silver hooks and hundreds of complicated spiritual patterns written on it.
The powerful spiritual energy contains the powerful soul charm.
The divine soul talisman ‘Soul-falling Bell’.
As early as when Feng Zangyun came here to intercept Sima Fan, Xu Junming handed her the refined talisman.
In order to avoid losing hope of escape, Sima Fan took the risk and chose to self-destruct.
By then, even with the protection of the Goblet of Fire, Feng Zangyun would inevitably be seriously injured.
Fortunately everything went well.
…
While Feng Zangyun was solving his opponent, Jiang Shinian was also at a critical juncture.
As the supreme elder of the Qingmu Sect, Zhao Yuanqiu has more power than Sima Fan and has been practicing for a longer time. In addition to his natal spiritual treasure, the divine wood staff, he also has a top-notch low-grade Hongmeng spiritual treasure of the three spiritual taboos, the 'Tianshu Seal'.
The latter is made from star meteorite iron and contains powerful star magnetism.
And the weight is amazing. When it is knocked down, it is really earth-shattering.
Coupled with the swift and sharp divine wood staff, it was like a violent storm.
‘Shua’!
The shadow of the stick filled the sky, falling down like a downpour.
A large seal with a radius of about ten feet, covered in silver light as bright as sparks, was wrapped in the shadow of the staff and flew forward like lightning.
Jiang Shinian looked solemn.
Zhao Yuanqiu is indeed a senior who has been practicing for many years and has rich experience.
There are no flaws in the connection of each move and each move, and the use is mysterious, and it is like an antelope hanging its horns without a trace, and the magic power is powerful, and the moves are endless.
As long as he makes an oversight, he will see the opportunity and strike hard.
If it weren't for the unparalleled green bamboo aura defense of his Azure Lingzhu, Chu Bian's combination of strength and agility, and the mysterious projection of the Dayan Divine Mirror, he would have almost been injured in the opponent's hands.
However, although the situation was full of dangers at the beginning, it could even be called embarrassing.
But after more than three hundred years, with the help of the projection of the Dayan Mirror, his understanding has reached its peak, and he has also achieved amazing growth.
Now, dealing with Zhao Yuanqiu's techniques is much easier than before.
As soon as the magic power was activated, the mighty green wood spiritual light soared into the sky from the azure fairy bamboo, and soon supported the thousands of stick shadows falling from the sky.
For a moment, it was like rain hitting the banana trees, and a ray of light bloomed within a million miles, which was spectacular.
With a swipe of Chu whip in his palm, there was a powerful force of energy, like a poisonous dragon coming out of its cave.
‘Boom’.
After a dull loud noise, the Tianshu Seal hidden in the shadow of the staff was instantly knocked away, and at the same time, a strong force bounced back along the Chu whip.
Jiang Shinian did not resist forcefully and flew backwards along with the force. He waited until the strength was almost exhausted before regaining his balance.
Zhao Yuanqiu saw this scene and frowned even more tightly.
Jiang Shinian has many spiritual treasures and various methods. Although he was in a hurry under his attack at the beginning, he never showed his defeat.
Over the next three hundred years, it grew at an astonishing rate.
Now I have become more comfortable dealing with my own Taoism.
Moreover, he has exhausted all means and has no confidence that he can win the opponent.
Coupled with the fact that there had been no news from Sima Fan and Yu Changan for a long time, he gradually began to want to leave.
Distracted thoughts arose in my mind, and the movements of my hands were inevitably affected.
Jiang Shinian was keenly aware of this change and understood it instantly.
"This person wants to escape!"
Thinking of the teacher's instructions, I no longer hesitated.
As soon as my heart moved, Qingyun spread hundreds of feet.
All kinds of spiritual treasures surround it.
In addition to the Chu whip in his hand, the azure immortal bamboo floating behind his back, and the red gourd hanging on his waist, there are also Xiao Chongshan Cave Heaven, a green jade bamboo staff, a nest, the plague emperor's walking flag, the time cicada and the sword
Wings, and a square bronze mirror with a bronze color and a vast aura, just like the depth of the abyss and the breadth of the mist.
All the treasures surround the bronze mirror, like a monarch and his ministers.
Jiang Shinian's heart moved, and two sword wings appeared behind him as if teleporting.
It grows in the wind, and the sword wings that seemed to be no more than ten feet long turned into tens of thousands of feet in an instant. The vast sword light was like the scorching sun, shining for hundreds of millions of miles.
As the powerful sword energy danced, it left behind black space cracks that looked like fishing nets.
Zhao Yuanqiu's expression changed drastically, and without saying a word, he turned around and ran away.
I screamed wildly in my heart.
"Damn it, how could he have a middle-grade Hongmeng Lingbao?!"
Zhao Yuanqiu, who exerted all his strength to suck the milk, escaped the light as fast as lightning.
But if he is fast, how can he compare to the sword wings refined by Xu Junming?
What's more, there are spiritual treasures like Xiao Chongshan Dongtian that can teleport.
"Fellow Daoist Zhao, although you can escape light quickly, my sword wings are a killing spirit treasure. They are as fast as light and lightning. Once you do it, you will never escape. Why don't you just surrender? I promise to save your life. And thirty thousand
After Yuanhui, I will give you your freedom."
Zhao Yuanqiu didn't seem to hear it and ran away with his head down.
After practicing for many years, he has seen too many stories of intrigues and intrigues. How could he easily believe the gentle words of an enemy?
Seeing him like this, Jiang Shinian shook his head slightly.
What he said was true, but it was a pity that the other party didn't believe it.
"In that case, you can't blame me."
The sword wings shook, and the sound exploded.
It drove Jiang Shinian to fly out as if teleporting, leaving behind a white sonic boom cloud tens of thousands of feet wide, like the Milky Way.
The huge movement behind him naturally attracted Zhao Yuanqiu's attention.
I looked back subconsciously and was almost frightened.
Jiang Shinian, who was hundreds of millions of miles away just now, was closing the distance between the two parties at an alarming speed.
Zhao Yuanqiu, who had exhausted all his strength, only hated himself for why he hadn't found a Hongmeng Lingbao that granted him speed before.
Of course, it's too late to regret.
Seeing the two sides getting closer and closer, Zhao Yuanqiu, knowing that he could not run away, turned around suddenly, his eyes were blood red and his face was filled with anger.
"I will fight with you."
He summoned up most of the mana in his body and activated the sacred wooden staff and Tianshu Seal to hit him.
Jiang Shinian saw this, smiled slightly, and shook his sword wings.
The magnificent rain of swords was like a meteor shower, with shocking power and lightning falling down.
The sacred wooden staff and the Tianshu Seal are like carps swimming upstream. After their magic power is exhausted, they disappear into the huge sword river.
Zhao Yuanqiu's magic shield was broken with one poke.
There was a scream of "Ah!" and then it became silent.
Jiang Shinian made a hand seal, and the rain of swords in the sky dissipated, turning into sword wings floating behind him again.
He stretched out his hand, and the divine wooden staff and Tianshu Seal with dim spiritual light fell into his palm.
Before coming, the teacher had promised that they would arrange the spoils by themselves.
However, with the sword wings, a middle-grade Hongmeng spiritual treasure, as well as the Chu whip and the Azure Immortal Bamboo, it is enough for both body protection and fighting skills.
"After this matter is over, I will ask my mentor to train again and give it to his disciples."
Hongmeng monks usually only use two or three spiritual treasures, and more are useless.
Looking below, Zhao Yuanqiu was covered in blood and had already passed out.
As soon as he patted the red gourd on his waist, a spiritual light enveloped the opponent and he was absorbed in it.
Although Zhao Yuanqiu looked miserable, he was very measured in his actions and did not damage the opponent's Dantian and Consciousness Sea. He only needed to rest for a period of time before he could recover and contribute to the growth of the Chongshan True Realm.
After everything was over, I patted the gourd.
"I don't know what's going on with Junior Sister Feng and Senior Brother Yang?"
As soon as the thought fell, his spiritual consciousness noticed a spiritual light flying from a distance.
The thought of being on guard was quickly put down again.
Turn around and look.
What was just a ray of starlight before grew longer and longer, and gradually turned into a gigantic one. After landing, it transformed into a stunning fairy wearing a sky blue palace dress with tassels on her waist.
It is Feng Zangyun.
"It seems that senior brother has captured Zhao Yuanqiu?"
"Haha, didn't Junior Sister capture Sima Fan too?"
After puckering his lips and smiling, he looked into the distance.
"I wonder how Senior Brother Yang is doing?"
"Why don't you go as well?"
After Feng Zangyun nodded, the two of them took off and flew towards where Yang Mei was.