With Yamamoto's soft shout, a starlight suddenly exploded in the ground where Ah Thirteen was located, and broke out of the ground in four rays of light, drawing an inverted triangular pyramid in the air with the bottom inserted into the ground, and a blue transparent barrier appeared between the lines formed by the light, like a huge crystal.

And this huge crystal surrounded Ah Thirteen and the two horses in the middle, looking like a defensive barrier.

"What ...... this?" The three members of the Yin and Yang family frowned and looked at Yamamoto's movements, even in the vast classics of the Yin and Yang family, such a thing had never been recorded.

However, no matter what, this imp can't be allowed to continue......

Yun Zhongjun shouted, because of his height of more than ten zhang at this time, his loud shout actually made people feel like the ground was shaking, Ah Thirteen's feeling was the most obvious, and she even felt that if it weren't for this huge crystal thing created by Yamamoto, she might not be able to stand firm at this time.

With Yun Zhongjun's shout, the giant hand the size of a small house clenched into a fist, and a layer of spherical flames appeared on the fist, wrapped it in it, and then slammed down on Yamamoto!

"Boom!"

The smashed gravel on the ground wanted to splash around, and some flew in the direction of Ah Thirteen, but they were all stopped by the barrier of the fallen mountain crystal, and the gravel hit the hard barrier, making a sound like a torrential rain.

The gravel and smoke were filled, making it impossible to see the situation at the scene, but Yun Zhongjun's heart was slightly shocked, because he knew that he had not hit the white-haired boy.

Immediately, he felt as if something had passed through his phantom chest at such a rapid speed that he didn't even see what it was.

"Is that how you attack?" A calm voice came from behind Yun Zhongjun, startling the three of the Yin and Yang family: When will it ......?

Yun Zhongjun, on the other hand, subconsciously looked down at his phantasmagorized chest, where there was a round hole running through his body.

However, this did not hurt Yun Zhongjun, and the void was slowly absorbing the surrounding cloud qi and repairing the illusion.

"Lord Yun Zhongjun......" The Great Priest looked at Yun Zhongjun with some concern. This fantasy was created by Yun Zhongjun, and if Yun Zhongjun had no problem at this time, then it would be even more difficult to deal with this teenager.

"No matter how fast his attack is, it will not be effective against the body of the god." A sneering smile rose at the corner of Yun Zhongjun's mouth, and he turned to look up, but he was slightly stunned.

For Yamamoto did not stand on the ground behind him as he had hoped, but stood steadily in mid-air, calmly looking at the hollow in the chest of Yun Zhongjun.

The hole in Yun Zhongjun's chest absorbed the cloud qi, and in a few breaths, he returned to normal, as if he had never received a blow through his chest.

And at this time, the clothes on the mountain itself have also changed, no longer the moon-white robe, but a dress that no one present has ever seen.

It was a large black garment, which looked quite neat and flat, with a short white lining at the neckline and cuffs, a white belt, a wide crotch skirt with neat folds, and a white dress like a robe on the outside.

The black and white sleeves fluttered in the air, and the wide clothes added a bit of elegance and chic to the white-haired boy, however, the boy's posture in the air was unusually calm, as if nothing could shake his steps.

This kind of momentum not only made Yun Zhongjun, who created this illusion, vigilant, but even the Great Si Ming and the Young Si Ming began to secretly operate the true qi in their bodies, ready to make a move.

"Who the hell are you?" Yun Zhongjun frowned and looked at Yamamoto, who looked different from the original at this time, and finally couldn't help but ask.

In his opinion, Yamamoto's current appearance is obviously because his illusion was used by the young man, if this is the case, then this young man must be very familiar with the Yin and Yang arts-I am afraid that he is a disciple of the Yin and Yang family who defected before, but neither he nor the big and young masters have no impression of this white-haired young man.

Don't......

Yun Zhongjun's heart shook slightly, and he thought of a possibility: this order was issued by Lord Donghuang himself...... Could it be that this young man has anything to do with the Eastern Emperor?

Only in this way can we explain why this young man was able to use the illusion of the Yin and Yang family in turn, as well as his extremely strong strength......

I'm afraid that this qiē has something to do with the Eastern Emperor......

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However, Yamamoto was not interested in guessing what Yun Zhongjun was thinking, nor did he mean to answer Yun Zhongjun's question. He raised his hand, and in his hand was a wooden cane that looked very old.

The crutch is not a finely carved product, but rather a rough and heavy, dark material, straight body, tapering from top to bottom, and at the top armrest, it is a spherical shape like a wood tumor, with swirls on both sides of the top, which looks like the top wood is bent inward.

Yamamoto knew that if there was no accident, inside this crutch was his own sword-flowing blade.

Yamamoto, however, was a little uneasy - illusions, for all their incredible and intoxicating things, were ultimately just illusions.

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"Lord Yunzhongjun......" The Great Priest looked at Yamamoto, who was standing in the air without saying a word, and said in a low voice, "...... Now the situation is a little wrong, so let's do it together. ”

Originally, in this giant spirit fantasy, it was difficult for the big priest and the young priest to interfere.

Because this is Yun Zhongjun's fantasy realm, without Yun Zhongjun's consent, their actions may even be of great help. Before, the big and young masters turned into huge illusions, and it was just to better suppress each other's momentum.

And now, it can't do this anymore, and the giant spirit illusion doesn't seem to be effective against this white-haired boy at all, so now it needs Yun Zhongjun's cooperation to give the same ability as the big and young masters in this fantasy, so that it is possible to suppress Yamamoto.

"Okay." Yun Zhongjun nodded, he understood that if he relied on himself, he would not be able to suppress Yamamoto in this illusion, let alone capture him alive.

After the Great Si Ming got Yun Zhongjun's consent, he and the Young Si Ming looked at each other, and the two of them took a step forward at the same time, and the true qi that had already been running drove their respective exercises.

Da Si Ming waved his hand slightly, and a round red phantom condensed by internal force appeared between the scarlet palms, faintly emerging a Tai Chi pattern, and the air around him seemed to tremble, as if he was afraid of the red phantom.

Shao Siming stretched out her pair of thin white and tender jade hands, and with her gentle wrists, she plucked in the air, and the clear green light arced with her fingertips, and the green leaves condensed into pieces of internal qi danced in her palms.

In Yun Zhongjun's hand, a long sword with a curved and narrow sword body appeared, in the shape of an arc moon, with a unique shape of a wide back and a single blade.

"Huh?" Yamamoto's eyes were drawn to the long sword in Yun Zhongjun's hand, and it was the first time he had seen a weapon with such a similar shape to the blade of the original world since he came to this world.