The Heavenly Dragon Sword slashed, with the momentum of soaring to the sky, and the arm did not dare to resist, so it could only change its grasp to a palm and slam forward.

With a roar, Maiyu felt a powerful force of shock and rolled back from the Heavenly Dragon Sword. His arm trembled, the flying sword almost fell out of his hand, and his body staggered for a while, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Where the arm is, it is also not easy. With the click, there is a dense layer of cracks on it, and it seems that it may collapse at any time. A painful snort came from the merit book, followed by a terrible roar.

"Nether ants, dare to hurt my heavenly court envoy, today I will beat you into reincarnation, and you will never be reborn!"

In the roar, an illusory figure instantly condensed from the merit book. It was an old man in Qingshan, slightly short in stature, but with this huge head, it looked very weird. The old man's face was full of anger, staring at Wuyou viciously, and his eyes burst with fierceness.

"Heavenly Emissary?" Wu You was stunned for a moment, and then pouted, "During this time, I have seen several Heavenly Court envoys, and it seems that within Heavenly Court, this envoy is really worthless!" ”

"You, presumptuous!" was hit by the sore spot of Wuyou, and the old man was instantly furious. With a roar, the old man's figure flashed, and he rushed towards Wuyou.

The messengers of the heavenly court are high up in the mortal nether realm, but in the heavenly court, they are only servants. It is precisely because of this that they are placed in the lower realm to deal with these mundane things. The so-called messengers are just their own name and maintain a little face.

Seeing that the old man was killed, Wu You didn't dare to be too careless, and raised the Tianlong Sword in his hand and greeted the old man instantly. Between the swings, there was even more monstrous sword qi that filled the air, making the angry old man on the opposite side couldn't help but change his face.

The old man's cultivation is not low, but in this trapped power, it is difficult to exert his full strength. In the face of this extremely powerful sword qi, he didn't dare to be too careless. Hurriedly cast a spell to resist. Entangled with Maiyo.

There was a constant roar for a while, and the combat strength of the two was not much different, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner for a while. Looking at this situation, it is difficult to distinguish the winner in a short period of time. Wu You has a lot of concern. Unwilling to entangle too much with the other party, his eyes flashed, and he struck several swords at the old man.

Forcing the old man back slightly, Wuyou waved one hand, and there were five more blue figures behind him in an instant. It's exactly the method of dancing you's doppelganger. This is not the end of it, after the appearance of these five blue-clothed clones, there is still a flash of cyan flashing.

Inside the cyan, it is also a doppelganger. But compared with the blue-clothed clone, this Tsing Yi clone is several times larger, and it is faintly similar to the dance body. Above the Tsing Yi clone, there is a more powerful aura emanating out, faintly surpassing the body of Wuyou, reaching another strong realm.

"Golden Immortal! This is the Golden Immortal clone! The old man's face changed, and he subconsciously retreated. The face is slightly gloomy.

Wuyou didn't answer, he snorted lightly, and his mind changed instantly. The six clones then moved separately, and in the blink of an eye, they had already taken their bearings, and the Shuoyue Sword Formation took shape.

With the faint sound of thunder, the huge golden immortal condensed in mid-air, and with an astonishing might, it slashed towards the old man.

"As for some skills, it seems that I underestimated you. But this is nothing, I have here the treasure given by the Great Immortal of the Upper Realm. It's enough to kill you! The old man's face was gloomy, he dodged and retreated slightly, and with a cold snort, there was an extra quaint book in his hand. It's just that this book is a little unreal. It seems that it is not an entity, but a condensation of spells.

Although the book is illusory, there is an astonishing coercion on it, and there is a trace of weird aura that slowly emanates from it. At the moment of being touched by this strange aura, Wuyou's body was cold. It's as if you're in the middle of ice and snow in an instant.

This cold is amazing, but what hurts is not **, but the soul in the body. If you change to another monk, under the invasion of this cold air, even if you don't die, I'm afraid you will be seriously injured. But Wuyou didn't seem to notice it, his eyes were fixed on the illusory book, and there was a strange look on his face.

Seeing Wuyou looking at the books in a daze, a trace of pride flashed on the old man's face: "What, I'm scared!" If you are sincere now, kneel down and give me a few knocks, and I may be able to change my mind and spare your life for the time being!" ”

Wuyou blinked, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly: "If you kneel down and kowtow to me a few times, I may be able to surround your life too!" ”

"Look for death!" The old man was furious, and his eyes were full of rage. No longer hesitating at the moment, he reached out and clicked a few times on the top of the book, emitting a pitch-black light.

The black light flashed, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Wuyou, and before Wuyou could react, he flashed into his eyebrows. The old man was overjoyed to see this, and let out a loud laugh, but as soon as the laughter started, it stopped abruptly, and turned into astonishment and fear.

In the face of this pitch-black light, Wuyou had no intention of dodging, allowing it to rush into his eyebrows, and went straight to the soul in the sea of knowledge. Where the black mangs passed, there was a shocking cold, causing Wuyou's body to stiffen, as if it was frozen in an instant.

But at this moment, within the soul of the dancer, the book of life and death that was compatible with the soul suddenly lit up and slowly rotated for a week. A vast force instantly emanated from the book of life and death, and swept directly across Wuyou's body.

Wherever the vast power passed, the ice was instantly disintegrated, and even the black light that invaded Wuyou's body seemed to have met heaven and earth. In the trembling, the black mang did not dare to move in the slightest, and let the power of the vast Miao sweep through, dissolving and devouring it.

All this happened in an instant, but it was all expected by Maiyo. The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and there was a smile on Wuyou's face.

Although the appearance of this book has changed slightly, the breath coming from it makes Wuyou feel unusually familiar. It was only a slight feeling that Wu You recognized the origin of this book.

This book is the book of life and death that has shrunk No. 1. And the astonishing cold aura it emitted before was also the soul dementoring power of the Book of Life and Death, with the ability to destroy souls. But Wu You is the master of the Book of Life and Death, and even the power of the soul from the real Book of Life and Death can't help her. The power of this imitation is less than one in a hundred, and the dance will not be taken into account.

"How is this possible!" Seeing that the dance was safe, the old man's face changed greatly, and he subconsciously took a step back.

This book was given to this thing by the old man as a talisman for his great achievements. This treasure is designed to hurt the soul and is powerful and amazing, but due to the limited number of uses, the old man will not use it easily. This time it was the helplessness of being forced by the dance, so it was useful to endure the pain, hoping that it would work with one blow.

But as a result, he wasted a chance to save his life, but Wuyou was unmoved. This made the old man's heart feel chaotic, and even more timid, slowly emerging from the bottom of his heart. (To be continued.) )