Just when everything in the world of Zhuxian has changed drastically.

The world of the sun gods

Next to a mountain spring,

"Thank you Xu Gongzi for your help, otherwise the poor monk may be in a catastrophe."

I don't know how many times he has been surrounded and intercepted, and the monk is already tired, and the monk's robe on his body has been replaced by a shabby black cloth robe.

Looking like that, it should have been taken off from the attacker.

"It's okay, I should thank you for passing on my martial arts scriptures and Taoist scriptures, such trivial things are not worth mentioning."

Xu Yi is still wearing an ordinary green shirt, and his face is the same as when he first came, unchanged at all.

At this time, he was sitting cross-legged on the boulder not far from the Jingren monk, closing his eyes and recuperating.

Beside him, a small mountain spring was babbling down, flowing crisply and cheerfully.

"Martial scriptures, Taoist scriptures?"

The Jingren monk's face was a little embarrassed, and now he had just fled from the Great Zen Temple, and he still adhered to the rules of the sect in his heart, and he did not dare to teach the Taoist and martial arts in the door privately.

Therefore, he could only tell Xu Yi about the martial arts and Taoist scriptures issued by the imperial court.

He didn't expect that these two basic and even some missing cheats would have a very big effect on Xu Yi, who was new to the world and didn't know the cultivation system of this realm.

"Meat, tendons, skin, bones, organs, marrow, blood exchange, ......"

"Concentration, shelling, night travel, day travel, manifestation, possession, ghost and fairy ......"

"Transforming the body and soul is the same."

Xu Yi's mind flowed through the descriptions of these realms in the two books of the Martial Arts and the Taoist Classics, and combined with his own cultivation experience, he constantly collided with inspiration and sent out exquisite sparks of wisdom.

Seeing that Xu Yi was closing his eyes and recuperating, the Jingren monk looked around vigilantly, and then sat down cross-legged on the side, breathing and breathing, recovering his qi and blood strength.

Not long after,

"Someone is coming, and there are a few powerful people."

Xu Yi's calm voice suddenly sounded, startling the heart of the Jingren monk.

He hurriedly stopped pranayama and stood up, only to find that Xu Yi was already standing beside him, staring at the sky to the south with burning eyes.

The Jingren monk followed his gaze and saw that in the clear blue sky, there were faintly several black dots moving.

"This is the Harrier Eagle, and the people from the Da Luo faction are here, Childe, let's leave quickly."

Although they believe in Xu Yi's strength in their hearts, their current enemies are not only these sects, if they are entangled by those people, and then let the people of the imperial court react and send a large army to surround and kill, then they will really be dead.

"I can't leave for the time being, this group of people has hidden their breath, they have completed the encirclement, and they are surrounded and killed from all directions."

Xu Yi shook his head, and there was no fear on his face.

"You hurry up and regain your strength, I'll meet them."

As soon as Xu Yi's words fell, a green sword light shot out from the dense forest, like an arrow from the string, cutting through the air, emitting a sharp roar, with an incomparably fierce killing intent, pointing directly at Xu Yi.

"The soul is locked, driving the flying sword, the ghost fairy?"

Seeing the sword light flying, Xu Yi raised his eyebrows, and was quite surprised in his heart. 127

The flying sword struck, as fast as a streamer, and just one breath was already close to Xu Yi's eyebrows, and he could even smell the burning breath in the air.

It's a pity that as soon as the flying sword touched Xu Yi's eyebrows, it stayed there directly, and couldn't stab it again.

This is a flying sword with a turquoise body, more than three feet long, and a surface texture like flesh, and the blade is sharp, exuding an amazing sword aura.

The Jingren monk just glanced at it, and then he felt that his eyes were tingling, as if thousands of sword qi were stabbing at him from all directions, and he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart.

It's just that at this moment, this extremely powerful flying sword is constantly trembling, as if it is forcibly restrained by something, trying to break free, but there is nothing to be done.

The next moment, Xu Yi directly stretched out his hand, took the flying sword fixed in his eyebrows in his hand, and looked at it carefully.

And with his movements, the flying sword trembled suddenly, and a sharp and frightened sound suddenly came out of the sword's body.

"Ahh My Peach Sword, who are you? ”

At the same time as this voice came out, the Jingren monk, who had already reached the realm of cultivating dirt and had already become one with his body, only felt that the sky had become dark for a moment, as if the endless sky had suddenly collapsed, and a great horror that was enough to make people tremble suddenly hit his heart.

"It's not good, what kind of Taoist technique is this, it can actually shake my heart."

The Jingren monk is already an innate great master of the unity of spirit and flesh, and he knows very well how huge his qi and blood are and how strong his spiritual will is.

But if he is like this, he is still pulled into the other party's Taoism, and it can be imagined that the other party is definitely a big master above him.

"Hoo ......"

However, this boundless black canopy only lasted for a moment, and the sound of a fierce wind suddenly sounded in the ears of the Jingren monk, like a gust of flying sand and stones, and the hurricane that swept the earth suddenly fell from the sky, blowing away all the darkness.

There was even a look of fear on the face of the Jingnin monk, and everything around him returned to normal.

He froze his mind, and saw Xu Yizheng on the side looking and stroking the turquoise fleshy long sword, as if nothing had happened just now.

However......

Qiang Qiang ......

A terrifying sound of bowstrings exploding, and in the surrounding mountains and forests, birds and beasts were frightened and fled in all directions.

That terrifying voice instantly aroused the boundless fear of the Jingren monk.

His senior brothers, the elders of the temple, all stepped into the sequence of death in this bowstring explosion.

Xu Yi looked up and saw that in the sky, in all directions, dense black dots fell towards them with a terrifying murderous intent.

If it was a group of ordinary people standing in place at this time, I am afraid that they would have been so frightened that they would have collapsed their hearts.

"It's not good, this is the arrows of the imperial army, the arrows of the gods, what is the origin of this Daluo faction, which can actually drive the imperial army?"

The Jingren monk screamed strangely, and subconsciously wanted to escape, even an innate great master like him, in the face of this kind of lore realm, he couldn't help but feel hopeless.

As strong as the Great Chan Temple, one of the six martial arts holy places with strong human immortals, all of them were destroyed under the iron cavalry of the imperial court, how could he, an innate grandmaster, survive under this kind of siege?

"You'd better continue to pranayama!"

After the Jingren monk screamed, he stood up suddenly, and when he was about to run away, a white jade-like flawless palm pressed on his shoulder, and with a slight shock, a wonderful force dispersed the strength of his whole body, and pressed him to the ground again.

Xu Yi pressed down on the Essence Ninja Monk with one hand, and raised the turquoise fleshy long sword with the other, and his movements were extremely slight beyond the air above his head.

"Knock ......"

The terrifying sound wave like Huang Zhong Dalu instantly spread in all directions, and the rolling air flow was like a torrent of destruction that ravaged the earth, with the turquoise long sword as the center, roaring towards the surroundings.

In an instant, the air flow became a dragon, from the bottom up, boiling like the sky, turning the entire sky into a storm world.