"That's not right!"

After the Pure Yang Sword burst out from the other side, he immediately looked back, but he didn't see the scene of blood splashing.

There was a soft "bang", and Qi Yuan's headless body dissipated like foam.

At this moment, more than a hundred feet away from the sea of fire, a blue-shirted figure appeared silently.

This person's face was extremely pale, and he had been coughing up bloody phlegm violently, which was actually a strange abyss that should have fallen.

In his left hand, he held a black wooden card.

But after just one breath, the wooden sign shattered for no reason and turned into a bunch of slag.

When Chen Ping saw all this, he was stunned at first, and then suddenly realized.

This wooden card has an effect similar to that of an indigo fly for a death talisman, and it must be a life-saving means for the old way of Qiyuan.

"If I don't kill you two today, it's not enough to vent the old man's hatred!"

The blood spat out from the corner of his mouth stained his whole body red, but Qi Yuan ignored it at all, and finished reciting the last incantation with a hideous face.

The wooden card is a life-saving thing that he has treasured for a hundred years, and it is a token of robbery.

It is also the pinnacle product of the Qimen technique he mastered, and it took a hundred years to make a piece.

If he hadn't urged the Avatar Token in time, I'm afraid that even if he didn't die just now, he would really have a broken limb and a crippled body.

The successive losses of exotic treasures such as natal dao weapons and water spirit beads made his net worth suddenly shrink by nearly three million spirit stones.

Glancing at the Pure Yang Sword coldly, Qi Yuan's heart was surging with murderous intent, all thanks to the two people in front of him!

At the same time, in mid-air, eight quaint scrolls finally opened slowly after complex urging.

Each of the small scrolls has a black pagoda printed on it, surrounded by mountain springs, which seems to be the corner of the landscape.

Then, before Chen Ping could see the contents of the scroll clearly, a white mist immediately emerged, and the eight scrolls were seamlessly put together, and the aura soared, combining into a giant picture scroll ten zhang high and three zhang wide.

There is not the slightest gap in it, as if it were originally one.

The birds and flowers in the scroll, and the eight black pagodas are scattered everywhere, which is actually a beautiful but a little weird landscape painting.

"Hehe, two Taoist friends, let's try the old man's unique powers."

Qi Yuan's voice was extremely indifferent, and he pointed forward, and a cloud of emerald light flickered, drowning the entire scroll in the blink of an eye.

A loud roar like striking a spirit bell was heard from the mist, and eight thick black pillars of light rose into the sky.

Then, an incredible scene appeared.

These pillars of light ignored the restrictions of the fire realm and forced the nearby fire spirit power back one after another.

As soon as the brilliance converged again, eight pagodas about a foot high appeared, each of which was amazingly powerful and full of aura, which was no different from the pagoda in the painting.

And it was from these pagodas that the sound of the previous bells rang.

"It's ......"

Seeing this vision, Chen Ping's face became even more solemn, and the swaying ripples of the green lotus flickered around him, turning into a warning prohibition.

He faintly felt that the aura of a single pagoda was almost equivalent to that of a high-grade Dao weapon, and other than that, there was no other information.

The sorcerers of the Cultivation Sect have strange methods, and they are especially difficult to deal with.

Like these pagodas, what kind of killing techniques can be performed, the two of them are completely ignorant.

"Chen Daoyou be careful, the bell in the pagoda can bewitch the mind."

Suddenly, Di Yaoxian on the side reminded him.

Chen Ping immediately looked over and saw Di Yaoxian's eyes red and sweating, as if he had just escaped the bitter battle that lasted for several days and nights.

Obviously, the bell did have the effect of affecting the spirit.

However, Chen Ping's expression was a little more relaxed.

Not to mention the state of human and sword unity, the fusion of the divine soul and the spirit sword, the mere sonic attack has no effect on him.

Second, he had cultivated the Heavenly Soul Defense Secret Technique, and even if he was not in the state of transforming into a sword, he would not be afraid of this level of sonic attack.

"Di Daoyou, kill Qi Yuan with me, once he dies, this strange treasure is ten times more magical, and it will be useless."

Chen Ping shouted violently, and the Pure Yang Sword dragged its beautiful light towards Qi Yuan.

"Hehe, what Daoyou thinks is too simple."

Qi Yuan saw his plan, and with a low cry in his mouth, a pagoda covered his figure tightly.

Then, the eight pagodas changed positions in the air at great speed, and they rotated tens of thousands of times in the blink of an eye, making it impossible to distinguish the difference.

Chen Ping, who had lost his goal, was stunned for a moment, and his divine sense wrapped around the pagoda and swept it fiercely, but he was immediately rebounded by an invisible force.

There was obviously a kind of prohibition on those pagodas to prevent the detection of divine sense, and if they pierced within half a zhang, they would not be able to advance a single bit.

Chen Ping's expression was gloomy, and he finally felt a little tricky.

The purpose of capturing the thief and capturing the king first was frustrated, and if he wanted to kill Qi Yuan, it seemed that he had to break this strange treasure first.

Immediately after that, without saying a word, the Pure Yang Sword aimed at the nearest pagoda and slashed over.

"Boom!" The thing that flew out of the self-painting was like a real thing, and it was shocked back hundreds of feet away in one breath, the light of the spire was dim, and the breath plummeted by two or three percent.

In the state of transforming the sword, the power of the Pure Yang Sword has surpassed that of ordinary top-grade Dao weapons, and it is not something that the pagoda can compete with.

One trick worked, Chen Ping had a trace of joy in his heart, and without pause, he slashed down the second pagoda.

This time, he cast the Qinglian Sword Technique, and the sword light in the sky swept with him, threatening to split it in half.

"Flying Stones!"

The strange abyss hidden in a pagoda would make it easy for him to succeed, and the Fa Yin pinched it quickly.

I saw that the two pagodas in front shook violently, and more than a dozen black pillars of light were released from their bodies, and the body seemed to collapse, turning into a dense meteor-like stone rain, and went straight to the Pure Yang Sword and Di Yao Immortal to smash their heads and faces.

These stones are nothing compared to the huge body of the pagoda, but the black air on its surface is swirling, and the air is sizzling, which is obviously not easy to get along with.

Di Yaoxian bore the brunt of the attack, and flipped his hands without thinking.

The magic weapon that had been held in his hand for a long time suddenly appeared, and it was a green jade Ruyi.

This thing is his natal weapon, and it has good offensive and defensive power.

However, due to the existence of the Jiuyang True Fire Comb, Di Yao Immortal rarely sacrifices other magic weapons on weekdays.

One hand threw Yu Ruyi in front of him, the shadow of the tree appeared, and a green peony blocked in front of him, and Yu Ruyi slowly turned in the center of the flower, shining with dazzling green light.

The black stone rain fell, the "boom" loud sound continued, and under the interweaving and bursting of various spiritual lights, Di Yaoxian took a good time to hold the peony upward.

The fall of the stone rain was really slow, and it was forced to stand in the middle of the road.

But before he could show a happy look, the black gas on those stones flashed, and the runes surged several times heavier, and the pressed peony was shaky, and his figure became blurred.

Of course, Chen Ping would not watch the fire from the other side, and with thousands of sword rains from the right, he swept through the thousands of troops, and those stones cracked inch by inch, turning into countless pieces of sand.

The next moment, the sand recondensed into the original pagoda.

It's just that its size suddenly shrank in the black light, and suddenly it became only a few feet in size, and as if it had exhausted its power, it disappeared into the picture scroll covered by the white mist.