Qingyang Taoist activated the escape light, and at the same time raised his right hand, with a dark green iron ring on his wrist, and a spiritual light flashed on it.
The mist threads near the silver figure in the distance seemed to have received some kind of instruction, gathering inward and becoming densely packed, trying to condense this strange figure into a cocoon.
The silver figure snorted coldly, and a thick gray whirlwind spurted out from his body. Along with the extremely cold fluctuations, the circle of white silk threads seemed to have hit a strong air current and was blown away.
At this time, Taoist Qingyang finally saw the appearance of the silver figure clearly, with silver scales all over his body, fleshy wings several feet long, and an extremely thick and cold power that was equivalent to the level of a great monk.
His face became extremely ugly: "Zhongming Mountain Corpse King, Silver-winged Yaksha!"
This monster, called the Silver-winged Yaksha, ignored Taoist Qingyang. It stretched out its eagle-claw-like palms, and two crystal clear stones floated upward.
"Don't even think about it!"
Taoist Qingyang's hand flashed with magic skills, and a ball of dark blue light erupted from the mouth of the Hunyuan gourd, which disappeared into the iron ring on his wrist.
A layer of light green halo suddenly appeared on the white silk threads that had been blown away in the distance, directly turning into strands of light green sword energy.
The silver-winged Yaksha was startled, feeling the aura above, with a solemn look on his face. The fleshy wings behind him opened and closed, wrapping his body, and a layer of gray whirlwind emerged outside his body.
"Boom boom boom..."
As if the explosions of firecrackers sounded one after another, the sword energy attached to the vitality of heaven and earth hit the scales outside the fleshy wings like a storm.
The extremely cold corpse energy collided with these dense sword energy, and invisible air waves surged in all directions. Two crystal stones that emerged from the cracks in the ground were blown away by these ferocious air waves.
At this time, Taoist Qingyang came dozens of feet away. By coincidence, these two top-quality spiritual stones flew towards his position. He was stunned for a moment, then showed a happy face, flicked his sleeves, and took these two treasures away.
Collected.
"Roar!"
An angry roar came out, and the silver-winged Yaksha's flesh wings suddenly opened, and dozens of gray wind blades flew out, defeating the remaining sword energy around them.
Then the monster turned into a breeze and disappeared.
Taoist Qingyang's expression changed, and the bracelet on his wrist trembled slightly. The white silk threads around him gathered together and woven into a white network to protect his body.
Then he threw the dark green iron ring in his hand and landed on the mouth of the Hunyuan gourd. The mana in his body surged, and the whole gourd glowed with a dark blue aura.
As soon as he finished all this, a silver figure appeared not far behind him, and dozens of extremely cold gray wind blades shot out.
Taoist Qingyang seemed to have expected it. With a turn of his spell, a large number of white threads nearby instantly turned into cyan sword energy and faced the enemy.
The power of the cyan sword energy at this time seems to be much greater than before, and it has condensed more vitality of heaven and earth. The gray wind blade is no match at all.
Silver-winged Yaksha snorted coldly, a hint of golden luster bloomed in his eyes, and the surrounding scene became blurred. The gray wind blade that was retreating steadily seemed to have never appeared, and the green sword energy lost its opponent and stayed at the same place hesitantly.
Taoist Qingyang narrowed his eyes, and the power of spiritual consciousness poured into the Hunyuan Gourd. A force of will nourishing all things and endlessly spread in all directions. Those vague illusions seemed to have encountered natural enemies, like mirrors.
Broken.
More mist threads gathered inward, and within the close range, there was a dense circle of sword energy glowing with a cyan halo.
After arranging these measures, Qingyang Taoist secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If it weren't for the help of the Hunyuan Gourd and the Duankong Magic Array, he would not have dared to fight against such a terrifying monster easily.
This silver-winged yaksha is one of the corpse kings of Ming Mountain in the Great Zhou Dynasty, a mutated tenth-level silver-armored corpse.
Its physical body was transformed from the corpse of a Wind Spirit Root monk, and it was born with the ability to perform various wind-attribute magical powers. I don't know if it swallowed a special Nascent Soul. After entering the tenth level, this monster awakened the magic pupil technique.
With its erratic wind escape skills and unpredictable illusions, this silver-winged yaksha was very powerful in the Great Zhou Dynasty, killing many Nascent Soul monks, and even a great monk died at its hands.
Taoist Qingyang took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Silver-winged Yaksha, I advise you to leave quickly. Even if you offend our sect from Zhongming Mountain, there will be no good results!"
Silver-winged Yaksha's figure appeared ten feet away, and a low and hoarse voice came from his mouth:
"What's the harm in Gu Deming coming to Zhongming Mountain? We Corpse Kings also want to know how much strength the monks in the transformation stage can exert in an environment without the vitality of heaven and earth."
It looked at nearly a hundred cyan sword energies in front of it and said calmly:
"Old Taoist Qingyang, you rely on the spiritual treasure and this weird magic circle. I can't do anything to you. However, the other Yuanying stage monks of Taixuan Sect don't have this ability. If you know the truth, you should hand over the top quality spiritual stone, otherwise I will
The king slaughtered them all."
Taoist Qingyang's expression changed slightly, and just as he was about to say something, a miserable cry suddenly came from the place where he was.
Qingyang Taoist and Silver-winged Yaksha looked stunned and couldn't help but forget the past.
I saw a battlefield in the distance. I don’t know when a monster appeared with silver scales and bone spurs on its joints. It exuded thick cold power and corpse aura. Its sharp claws were coming from the sky.
One of Xuanzong's Yuanying monks took it out from the back of his head.
The Nascent Soul in this body seemed to want to fly out, but seemed to be hindered by an invisible force, making a cry of despair.
"Senior brother, save me..."
Then, the Nascent Soul was grabbed by the monster's other sharp claw, wrapped in gray cold power, and thrown into the mouth full of fangs.
This silver monster was so powerful that it rushed towards another mid-stage Nascent Soul monk. What was strange was that when the white threads around it were about to hinder it, they automatically collapsed, as if an invisible force was destroying it.
The two casual cultivators who were originally under siege were overjoyed when they saw this scene. They activated their escape light and took the opportunity to escape into the distance.
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"Level 9 Silver Armored Corpse!"
Silver-winged Yaksha was slightly startled. No wonder he sensed a rather friendly aura after he came to Chixia Mountain. It turned out that there was a level 9 silver-armored corpse hidden here. The aura was not like the zombies in Zhongming Mountain. It seemed
It's a wild one.
Taoist Qingyang on the side saw this scene and said angrily: "Zhongming Mountain is actually prepared! Silver-winged Yaksha, do you really think I can't do anything to you?"
As he spoke, he bit the tip of his tongue and stimulated a ball of essence and blood. A large amount of Nascent Soul power surged out. The Hunyuan Gourd radiated brightly, and the spirit-forming thought that nourished all things condensed into a small sword and shot out.
Silver-winged Yaksha's expression changed. The sword of thought hit his body almost instantly. A large amount of bloodshot eyes emerged from his empty eyes, and a bloodthirsty thought emerged from his body to contend with it.
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Taoist Qingyang continued to cast spells, and the surrounding light blue sword energy was mixed with the energy of heaven and earth, all pouring into the Hunyuan gourd.
Immediately afterwards, a cyan dagger engraved with mysterious runes flew out from the gourd's mouth, and layers of light cyan halo emerged from the surrounding spiritual energy and converged on it.
The thick halo of heaven and earth's vitality was like a dazzling tail flame. The power of this vitality sword was three points higher than before. The astonishing pressure made all the immortal cultivators in Chixia Mountain feel palpitating.
The scales on Silver-winged Yaksha's body stood up, and he smelled the breath of death. He said it was powerful, but if he was really hit by the sword energy inspired by this divine essence, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.
With a ferocious look on his face, he relied on a trace of bloodthirsty in the corpse elixir to forcefully resist this ball of divine thoughts. The cold power in his body rolled over and turned into a breeze, disappearing in place.
Unexpectedly, this extremely solid sword energy seemed to sense something, and its speed increased sharply. It actually turned a corner and bombarded an empty space.
"boom!"
The terrifying power of heaven and earth's vitality soared into the sky, and a ball of cyan light like the scorching sun shrouded the staggering figure of the silver-winged Yaksha. There were countless roars of sword energy inside, and layers of spiritual pressure surged in all directions.
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Taoist Qingyang kept moving, and his spells kept hitting into the Hunyuan gourd. The green gourd trembled slightly, and shot out two more green sword energy.
Although they did not turn into daggers, the power contained in them was still terrifying. With a rich halo of heaven and earth energy, they continued to attack the silver-winged yaksha.
Taoist Qingyang's face turned pale, and he suddenly used several magical powers of the Hunyuan Gourd. Even though he had a profound cultivation, he felt weak for a while, but if he could kill this famous silver-winged yaksha, it was completely worth it.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt a terrifying squeezing force emerging from the air around him. The remaining white threads around his body were instantly squeezed into nothingness, and even his body-protecting aura flashed crazily.
Behind Taoist Qingyang, at some point, a burly figure wrapped in silver light appeared.
"Someone is ambushing..."
Before he could react, the burly figure swung out his right hand with several silver cone-shaped vortices on it, hitting his head at an astonishing speed.
"No!" Taoist Qingyang looked horrified. He had just burst out his magic power. In such a short period of time, there was no time to take any measures.
"boom!"
The claws exuding terrifying penetrating power directly shattered his body-protecting aura, and Qingyang Taoist's frightened head shattered like a watermelon...