Pang Maimai had actually been in a state of nervousness and depression, and suddenly heard Cheng Zhenhuan say this, and quickly stood up.

Sure enough, it was Yuefu's incarnation outside the body!

After the monk cultivated to the late Yuan Infant period, the Yuan Infant grew from a baby to an adult exactly like the master, and at this time he was no longer afraid of Gangfeng, and even had cultivated his supernatural powers, so he could leave the body, instead of the physical Yuan Baby, not subject to the laws of physics, three mountains and five mountains, thousands of miles in a flash.

And naturally, its supernatural powers and power cannot be compared with the ontology.

So although Cheng Zhenhuan was dignified, he was not panicked.

As he stood, the sea breeze blew through his clothes and beard as if he could stand up to the heavens and the earth, and made the desert island a little less desolate at night.

The moonlight suddenly dimmed.

Pang Maimai looked up and saw a shadow that obscured the moon.

Then, with some amazement, she discovered that it was a shadow of a human form, with a wide robe, large sleeves, and buns, and it grew larger and clearer, until it completely obscured the moon.

The huge figure grew bigger and bigger, and at last it stood in the water with its feet in the water, and the water that was as tall as a man could only drown his ankles, and it looked like a giant falling from the sky.

And when he came down from the moon and stood firm, he walked step by step towards the island, and with each step he rolled and the beach shook, and the crabs on the beach went into the water like a tide...... As for himself, he was a little smaller with each step, and by the time he stood in front of the woods where they were hiding, he was about as tall as a tree.

Although there are still at least three or four people combined.

Looking at such a huge version of Yuefu Zhenjun up close, Pang Maimai is really difficult to adapt.

Yuefu Zhenjun stood there, with an indifferent expression on his face, neither happy nor angry, but said calmly: "Come out." ”

He stood with his hands behind his back, his sleeves fluttering, if it weren't for the fact that the size was a little out of proportion, he still looked like a light breeze and a moonlight and breeze in the woods of this beach.

Cheng Zhenhuan was silent for a moment, he understood that this formation with incomplete materials in his hurry would inevitably be impossible to resist a master like Yuefu Zhenjun, and as a real person who had lived for tens of thousands of years, he also had his own pride and self-esteem, even if the other party was a big realm higher than himself, he was not willing to show weakness, so he took the lead in pacing out, walked out of the formation, walked in front of Yuefu Zhenjun, and arched his hand.

Pang Maimai did not receive the order to stay in the formation and not come out, so he naturally had no right to retreat at this moment, even if there was a sea of swords and fires in front of him, he could only face it with Cheng Zhenhuan, so he slowly walked out and stood behind Cheng Zhenhuan.

When Yuefu Zhenjun saw the two of them, he seemed to realize that his form was too big at the moment, so he slowly shrunk, and finally shrunk to the same normal size as the two of them.

He glanced at Pang Maimai, sighed slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he felt that there was no need to say it, so he simply waved the sleeve of his right hand, and the sleeve suddenly became longer, rolling straight towards Pang Maimai, and the five fingers of the other hand were like claws, and he grabbed Cheng Zhenhuan directly.

Pang Maimai naturally didn't want to be swept up by him, and her body retreated, but the sleeve looked soothing, but the speed was extremely fast for some reason, and she rolled up wherever she hid.

And the left hand that Cheng Zhenhuan dealt with was even more powerful, and Cheng Zhenhuan didn't hide, although he didn't have a magic weapon in his hand now, but the mana came back, which meant that he could use all kinds of spells.

He opened his mouth, and a stream of flames sprayed towards Yuefu Zhenjun.

The color of this flame is dark red and black, and Pang Maimai can see at a glance that this is a different fire from heaven and earth, and the grade is still above his own spring thunder fire, which is likely to be a famous foreign fire such as the Red Lotus Karma Fire.

Originally, although Pang Maimai felt that Cheng Zhenhuan was a respectable elder and a very great refining master, but because he rescued him, he did not feel that he was unattainable.

Sure enough, even Yuefu Zhenjun, who was in the Dao Convergence Period, didn't dare to contaminate this fire at will, so he took his claws back.

Cheng Zhenhuan didn't take back his fire, and chased after the sleeve of the curly pang vein, and Yuefu Zhenjun had to take back the sleeve as well.

Cheng Zhenhuan gained profit for the first time, but he was not arrogant or impatient, and he was very calm: "Although you are in the period of conformity, but your true body is not there, and this infant body is always afraid of karmic fire." ”

Is it really the Red Lotus karmic fire?

Yuefu Zhenjun's Yuan Ying smiled faintly and said, "How long can your fire use so much spiritual power?" ”

This is true, Yuefu Zhenjun no longer attacks Pang Maimai, but specifically attacks Cheng Zhenhuan, Cheng Zhenhuan's karmic fire was very strong at first, but after more than a dozen times, it was obviously dimmed.

Pang Maimai was a little puzzled, although her Shi Lian Heart Fire and Spring Thunder Fire were usually nourished with her fire spiritual power, they almost didn't consume her spiritual power when they were used, unless they were about to be exhausted before they could be slightly assisted with spiritual power, but Cheng Senior's karmic fire seemed to be completely dependent on his spiritual power to support, and it was extremely expensive, it seemed to be something different......

Of course, Cheng Zhenhuan's means were not only the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, and then he waved his palms, as if he was drawing in the air, and before long, the flow of spiritual power in the air became weird.

Pang Maimai felt quite sensitive, and took a few steps back, avoiding the range of his power, only to find that this strange flow of spiritual power seemed to form a void and incorporeal formation, and the power enveloped the incarnation of Yuefu True Monarch.

Yuefu Zhenjun's avatar waved his sleeve again, and a light blue fluorescence appeared silently, resisting the invisible attack. He praised it in his mouth: "It is worthy of the 'Tieding Silver Plate' Cheng Zhenhuan, this trick of 'painting a virtual array' is rare in the world, even Changheng Jun's family does not have this technique." ”

Cheng Zhenhuan laughed and said, "It's over, where can my self-created tricks be comparable to the Jun family's family history, but I have lived up to your praise." ”

Yuefu Zhenjun resisted Cheng Zhenhuan's attack, and sighed softly: "I have no old grudges with you, you didn't participate in it back then, but your brother has a share, and you will inevitably ......have to repay it for him" As he spoke, he took out a blue-blue, indistinguishable flute, brought it to his lips and blew it.

This seems to be an attack on the divine soul, Pang Maimai just heard a soft and fluttering flute sound, it was like a heavy hammer smashed directly on her divine soul, dizzy, straight to Venus, unsteady on her feet, just been injured again by an almost healed injury, there seemed to be warm liquid flowing down the corners of her eyes, but she didn't know if it was tears or blood, she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand to touch it.

Yuefu Zhenjun glanced back at her, the flute was still horizontal to his lips, but he stopped playing it for the time being, but blew at her.

Pang Maimai felt a soft mass gently covering her ears, and then when Yuefu Zhenjun played again, she could only hear the sound, but she didn't feel anything, she adjusted the aura and forced out a mouthful of blood in her chest, only to feel a little better.

And the pressure Cheng Zhenhuan faced was obviously much greater than her, and his movements gradually slowed down, but the formation in the void was still becoming more and more complex and perfect little by little.

He can even speak, his tone is flat, and his voice is thick and hoarse: "...... After so many years, although you are a person, it is indeed not easy, and now you can advance to the right path and trample most of our real people under your feet...... I Cheng Zhenhuan admired. ”

Yuefu Zhenjun laughed: "Yes, incarnate people, we incarnate people are not born human, and we are not worthy of being compared with your real people, but do you know that there are many people who are extremely talented and transparent in their understanding, and they are no worse than your real people. He put the flute down for a while, and continued to smile faintly: "We were born in the primordial people of the incarnation pool, and we were born to be loyal to the real person, but after so many years, I have slowly seen that these descendants who grow up without knowing the truth are born to think that they are free, natural, and incarnated people, there are really too many excellent among them, endowment, understanding, self-esteem, no matter what point, it is no worse than the real person." I really don't understand why they are born only to be your servants, tools and dust on the soles of your feet......"

After speaking, he played the flute again, and the sound of the flute gradually brought a kind of gloomy sadness and indignation in the quietness, and this emotion gradually rose, and the power became greater and greater, and it gradually merged with the tide of the heavens and the earth.

Cheng Zhenhuan finally gave up, and there was a thud, as if there was no sound at all, but the magic circle he formed in the void was like a glass that had been hit, completely shattered, and the fragments of spiritual power fell, melting back into the heavens and the earth.

And his face instantly fell miserably.

Pang Maimai could only watch all this, secretly anxious, unable to intervene. She finally became a Jindan, but she was so far away from the dispute between the Yuan Empress and Hedao that she couldn't do anything.

This world seems to have a big hand that is too hasty, arranging and chasing her, forever putting her in an environment that is not suitable for her strength at that time, so that she can only feel powerless.

At this time, a sword light that was extremely bright and could make the moon lose its color suddenly lit up from behind Cheng Zhenhuan and slashed straight towards Yuefu Zhenjun's head.

It was like the brightest and most enthusiastic firelight, splitting the atmosphere and emotions set out by the flute. 166 Reading Network