Yang Mei Daoren twisted his snow-white beard, raised his hand and waved, and a slight mana fluctuation came. Zhang Zhitian felt a force that could not be resisted, wrapped himself, and the surrounding scenery changed for a while, and he appeared in front of Yang Mei Daoren.

Yang Mei Daoist knocked on Zhang Zhitian's head in a friendly manner and stretched out his hand: "And borrow the turtle shell of a Taoist friend?"

Zhang Zhitian unconsciously approached Yang Mei Daoren, it seemed that Yang Mei Daoist had a kind taste, which made people trustworthy. Zhang Zhitian turned into the body, took off the turtle shell, and handed it over to Yang Mei Daoren.

Yang Mei Daoist solemnly put the turtle shell on a piece of milky white jade, and there were words in his mouth, and he threw three copper coins with green spots, and after a rhyme of shaking, the three copper coins were thrown out and turned on the jade.

Yang Meidao couldn't take his eyes off it, looked at the three copper coins, was silent, and after a while, he spit out three words: "Providence!"

Yang Mei Daoist threw Zhang Zhitian a turtle shell, smiling, unfathomable: "A drink and a peck, all are fate." ”

In the turtle shell, Zhang Zhitian stretched out his head and asked puzzledly: "Old man, the heavens are chaotic and the will of heaven is unpredictable, what's the use of borrowing my turtle shell?"

Yang Mei Daoren had a serious face, and privately transmitted: "Your turtle shell is chaotic qi, and it is a hidden mystery. I'm just giving it a try. ”

Zhang Zhitian was shy, the dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, and he was curious: "What did you calculate?"

Yang Mei Daoren pondered for a while and sighed: "I have a dangerous road ahead, and there are many accidents. In the future, reincarnation, I hope you will help you one or two. ”

Three thousand demon gods, secretly combined with three thousand heavenly dao, the heavenly way is immortal, and the demon god is immortal. After death, I don't know how many years and months, I turned into a living being.

Zhang Zhitian looked at Yang Meidaoren, sighed, and couldn't help sighing. Yang Mei Daoist will die in the Zhuxian Array, which cannot be changed.

Zhang Zhitian's expression was solemn, and he swore solemnly: "You can go with peace of mind! ”

Yang Mei Daoren coughed twice, and his face turned red: "Boy, I'm not dead yet." "It seems to be choked by words.

Hongjun Daoist swept the dust, glanced around, and said, "Fellow Daoist, let's go." ”

Hongjun Daoist walked out of the cave, beckoned, and an auspicious cloud with the sound of the avenue fell. Hongjun Daoist stepped on it and floated in the air. The Yin and Yang Daoist floated in the air, and the black and white qi in the bottle under his feet were twisted; the Qiankun Daoist stepped on the verdant green wooden ruler; the Yang Mei Daoist smiled and said, "Where are you for the time being." He took out a tender green, budding willow tree, emitting green mangs, floating in the air, and Yang Mei Daoist stepped up and left. but did not give it to him.

Zhang Zhitian knew it well: Yang Meidao was arranging the aftermath and told him to remember to pick up the willow wood after death.

Zhang Zhitian looked at the four rays of light that pierced the sky, crystal tears swirled in his eyes, a little reluctant, and waved his hand.

Later, straighten out his mood, scan every inch of land and space around him, sneak out the Chaos Clock, and the majestic sacrifice above his head, floating in the air, turning into a black light, flying away into the distance.

The chaotic blue lotus bears five lotus seeds, one mature lotus seed turns into twenty-four grades of creation and transformation of the green lotus, because there is no merit in opening the heavens, it is not tolerated by the way of heaven, and it disintegrates into a flat dan, three treasures and jade ruyi, and a green ping sword; A half-ripe lotus seed turned into a lotus lamp.

Rahu was still constricted in the black cloak, and there was a lotus flower under his feet, which was the twelve-rank black lotus of the world. A circular circle swirled, the wind howled, the clouds flew fire, the fog misted the sun and the moon, and the earth was covered.

Rahu, rising in the sky, windy, overlooking the four of Hongjun, miserable, sneered: "You wait for the four, dare to enter the battle?"

The four of Hongjun scattered and walked into the formation. The yin wind in the array, the yellow sand rolling; the murderous spirit, the clouds burst; the palm of Rahu thundered, vibrating the sword of the immortals, the sword light swirled, piercing the sky, a brilliant sword intent, straight to the door of Hongjun's face; Hongjun sacrificed an auspicious cloud, the heavens celebrated the clouds; the sword of the immortals, the yellow sand swirled, the sword intent hit the primordial god, the yin and yang Taoist sacrificed the bottle, blocking a blow; the sword of killing immortals, the murderous spirit, the murderous sword, shot out in all directions, the Qiankun Taoist, a green ruler intercepted a blow; the sword of the immortals, the dark clouds howled, the sword qi was cold, like a cold winter, rushed to the Yang Mei Taoist, the willow wood waved, and disappeared。

Zhang Zhitian stopped outside the Zhuxian Array, his eyes rolling, thoughtful.

Suddenly, there was a thunderclap in the Zhuxian array, the black mist was filled, and it was rushing wantonly; one after another sword qi was raging, and the yellow sand was rushing; Zhuxian Sword, Killing Immortal Sword, Absolute Immortal Sword, and Trapping Immortal Sword, each let out an exuberant roar, which was joyful and wild, like a sleeping dragon, waking up. The four swords of Zhuxian trembled, and the four invisible sword intents shattered space, penetrated time, cut yin and yang, and pierced the sky. Hongjun Heavenly Qingyun, a mysterious Dao sound came out, smoothing the sharp sword intent; Qiankun Daoist was pierced in the chest; Yin Yang Daoist, the source of life was shattered, and it was about to disappear into the world; Yang Mei Daoist gladly accepted the sword of death, and Yang Liumu was inserted behind him.

Three huge explosions resounded through the sky, the yin wind in the array dissipated, and the yellow sand fell to the ground, a desolate and tragic place. Rahu, in the middle of the explosion, vomited a mouthful of blood, his face was languishing, and his body was a little trembling. Zhang Zhitian sighed, quietly walked into the Absolute Immortal Sword Array, and put away the willow wood buried in the heavy yellow sand.

Hongjun Taoist stood upright, no sadness, no mourning, three identical Hongjun, walked out of the body. Hongjun bowed and whispered: "Please help me with three Taoist friends." "Good, evil, and the three corpses are still rituals, and they are respectively going to the trapped immortal array, the killing immortal array, and the absolute immortal array. The heavens and clouds float on the chest of the good corpse and fix the sword of trapping immortals; the evil corpse throws out the Taiji diagram and fixes the sword of killing immortals, the corpse throws out the Pangu banner and fixes the sword of the immortals; Hongjun sacrifices the jade disc of creation and fixes the sword of the immortals. At the same time, the four swords are fixed.

Seeing this, Zhang Zhitian slipped out of the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda and took away the Absolute Immortal Sword.

The evil corpse struck out the Pangu flag, a force that divided the space, and followed the treasure thief.

Zhang Zhitian turned into a rolling black cloud, like a mushroom cloud scattered, sacrificed the Chaos Bell, and received a blow.

Hongjun frowned, the trapped immortal sword was taken first, his face moved slightly, he settled down, and looked at Rahu not far away.

The four Hongjun, surrounding Rahu, each offered a magic weapon, one after another radiant, colorful clouds, and the Taoist divine light hit Rahu. Luo Hu lost the four swords of Zhuxian, and at this moment he held the god-killing spear in his hand and stepped on the black lotus of the world. Tired of coping, gradually losing his mana, falling into the downwind, he is already a turtle in an urn.

Zhang Zhitian participated in the battle group, his eyes squinting. Hongjun's eyes were cold, like a knife, and he asked, "Why did Daoyou take me from the Immortal Sword?"

Zhang Zhitian's face twitched, and he smiled unnaturally: "How about I return the Trapped Immortal Sword, kill the God Spear, and destroy the Black Lotus to me?"