The Battle of Zhiquan

In Ziyang's fountain of knowledge, Ziyang's divine soul held the supreme sword and gasped slightly, but he still controlled the momentum of the riot, his eyes looked coldly at the soul spear turned into the Shura Dao soul, and the soul shook, this damn Shura Dao soul, every time he fought after his own battle, he would take advantage of his weakness to devour his divine soul, but he couldn't help it, which made Ziyang hurt his brain.

The Shura Dao Soul Gun is another spear flower reversal, the spiritual power in the Consciousness Spring is surging, and the essence is soaring into the sky, its purpose is to make Ziyang's Consciousness Spring chaotic, and take advantage of Ziyang's panic to devour his divine soul.

The supreme sword urged again, the killing intent was Ling Ran, the simple and unpretentious sword body suddenly lit up, the three-foot green blade shone cold, and the wind and snow passed over thousands of mountains. The momentum was all over the sky, wrapped in the Supreme Sword Intent, Ziyang was furious, and the Supreme Sword frequently trembled and was entangled with the Shura Dao Soul Spear. Every time they clash, the golden light of the Supreme Sword Body will be a little weaker, and the Divine Soul of Ziyang will also be a little illusory, but the Shura Dao Soul seems to be tireless, and it is still imposing like a rainbow.

What kind of madness did this Shura Dao Soul have today, the eyes of the Ziyang Divine Soul have become as if they are covered with a layer of blood, and the red glow is all over the sky, but there is no beauty at all, and there is only a monstrous killing intent and a cold aura.

The momentum gushes out like a tide, and ripples spread in the void of the spring of knowledge, and the soul of the Shura Dao must be suppressed today, otherwise if it still wants to fight with others in the future, it suddenly jumps out and churns in its own spring of knowledge, and what can it do to resist.

The Zhiquan was still churning, and in this piece of sky, the Ziyang Divine Soul and the Shura Dao Soul each occupied one side, coldly confronting each other. Ziyang pondered deeply, wasn't the Shura Dao Soul suppressed by the master in his own spiritual sea, how could he run to the Zhiquan, what was the purpose of the Shura Dao Soul devouring himself? Why can other people's Dao souls be used for it, but his own Dao soul seems to have life and thoughts?

Unable to allow Ziyang to be distracted, the dark Shura spear galloped through the space, and a pitch-black aura dispersed the essence cloud and mist, and the pitch-black cloud and mist spread extremely quickly, covering a small piece of Zhiquan space in a short period of time.

The supreme sword in the hand of the Ziyang Divine Soul hissed, like the return of the ancient emperor, the king's breath returned, and the heaven and earth were cleared, the supreme sword was like a round of burning sun, and the gods were full of light, and the light swords shot around to disperse the black fog, and finally intertwined with the Shura Dao Soul Gun, and the spring was turbulent.

Ziyang took advantage of the time when the Supreme Sword was entangled with the Shura Spear, and his feet were wandering in the floating light where he knew the spring, and he carved the prohibition with his hand, and slapped it with his palm, a burst of essence and mist churned, Ziyang waved it with one hand, carved the formation pattern, one after another, the formation pattern flashed, with the power of thunder, and seemed to be changed into a supreme avenue, but Ziyang knew that it was still far from the way of the formation of the formation, and he didn't even grasp his own will, what to talk about his own way, to realize the Tao, first comprehend his will, and now the formation pattern carved by Ziyang is just a sealing array。

One after another formations are connected, moral communication, the majestic momentum gradually condenses, Ziyang is delighted, since he came to the Eastern Regions, he has never shown the formation, but he didn't expect that there is no sense of rustiness, the formation patterns are still connected, and the purple arcs are connected and entangled, dazzling, and the supreme power is born inch by inch, filling every spring.

The Shura Dao soul obviously felt the power of the large array, became manic and violent, and slowly dissipated in the spring of knowledge, the large array suddenly opened, the formation pattern operated, and transformed, and then the Shura Dao soul that was about to disappear was intercepted in the big array, and the big array moved, changed and changed, and moved again and again in the space of the spring of knowledge, and each time it accurately wound the Shura Dao soul.

Whenever the Shura Dao Soul was suppressed, Ziyang would make up a sword next to him, and the Shura Dao Soul immediately screamed, and the poignant voice echoed repeatedly in the space, Ziyang did not have the slightest mercy, and so on, and finally the Shura Dao Soul was silent.

Zhiquan returned to calm, and the essence slowly subsided, there was no earth-shattering waves, the space was clear, Ziyang slowly withdrew the Supreme Sword, panting, but in the end, the Shura Dao soul was sealed.

But why is the Shura Dao Soul so weak, if it is so weak, why does the master attach so much importance to it. Ziyang couldn't figure it out, and he didn't think about it, so he slowly approached the sealed Shura Dao Soul and scattered the big array casually.

The mutation protruded, the black mist under the seal surged, the momentum exploded, and the earth-shattering death qi came out violently, Ziyang was defenseless, and slapped the Shura Dao Soul fiercely, and a trace of remorse flashed in his eyes, it turned out that he was not suppressed by his own big array, but deliberately confused himself and let himself relax his vigilance, but he clearly felt that he was subdued by the prohibition he had buried, how could he suddenly burst out again.

Could it be that he can freely shuttle in his own large array? The seal he laid was useless at all, which meant that his cultivation was far higher than his own.

Thinking of this, Ziyang couldn't help but shake his head, it didn't make sense, if the Shura Dao Soul had already broken through the master's seal, why didn't he just escape or kill himself directly, he had to devour his own divine soul?

The Shura Dao Soul didn't give Ziyang time to think, and the black Shura Gun flew up again, even more powerful, Ziyang's Divine Soul didn't have time to dodge at all, and the Shura Dao Soul Gun passed through the chest, leaving a black tail.

Outside, Ziyang looked up to the sky and roared, spurting out a mouthful of blood, the injury of his soul made him have a headache, as if he was a little delirious, Ziyang's arm danced wildly, and slapped a palm on the strange stone beside him, the sky seemed to have thunder and vibration, the dust was raised all around, confused, covered by wind and sand, grass and stones flew wildly, and only the strange stones did not move.

But right next to Ziyang, the strange stone, suddenly revealed a vast breath, the quaint general trend shrouded Ziyang, and then the strange stone slowly disappeared beside Ziyang, as if it had never appeared, the wind and sand around it was still flying, and even the ground where Ziyang was sitting was concave into a big pit, and the cracks spread into the distance, with a terrifying aura.

In the spring of knowledge, the Ziyang Divine Soul is like a spark of stars, the light of the glow, as if it is about to be extinguished, the Ziyang Supreme Sword supports the ground, and then stands slowly, is it going to be swallowed by him today.

The Shura Dao Soul gradually became larger, and the momentum was even stronger, looking at the black mist that stirred up the essence of the entire Zhiquan space, Ziyang suddenly understood that the master's seal Shura Dao Soul did not break through, but only a few traces of remnant souls ran out of the seal, and now that he is gradually growing, he must have torn the seal crack open again when he was injured.

How strong is the Shura Dao Soul, it is the slightest remnant soul that will make him anxious, if he can truly control him, he will definitely be able to surpass the Martial King in one fell swoop.

The Shura Dao Soul seemed to be laughing at Ziyang, and the surging black mist rose up, like a black hole, and the huge suction pulled the Ziyang Divine Soul, Ziyang struggled, feeling that the Shenhui was about to be torn apart, but it didn't help.

The space of Zhiquan shook, the faint black fog slowly retreated to the corner of Zhiquan, and a stone suddenly appeared in the Zhiquan of Ziyang, strange, so abrupt, the quaint atmosphere, the ancient coercion, a kind of morality spread in the Zhiquan, but in an instant, it calmed down the churning Zhiquan essence.

The stone took the place of the Supreme Sword like a king, firmly guarding the sky above the sea of essence, as if looking down on all living beings, exuding immortal might, even the violent Shura Dao Soul just now had no divine energy, and hurriedly reined in the black mist, tightly wrapping his divine soul.

Ziyang's eyes widened, isn't this stone the stone of the mountain behind Bai Xuelian's house? How could it appear in his own spring of knowledge, and it happened to save his life.

The surface of the stone is covered with rough pits, but Ziyang will not simply think that this is the original one, in the outside world Ziyang has not yet noticed, but in his own spring, he can see clearly, the surface of the strange stone is covered with lines, each crack exudes the avenue of heaven and earth, the supreme Dao might, although Ziyang can not comprehend, just a trace of oppression emanating from the stone, it makes him tremble, unable to stop the majesty of this world.

On the other hand, the Shura Dao Soul is still cowering in the corner of the Zhiquan, as strong as he is afraid of this strange stone, as well as the Supreme Sword in his hand, although he has not yet exerted the full strength of the Supreme Sword, but before, the majesty of the Supreme Sword is not allowed to be provoked by any utensils, but now he takes the initiative to give up the position of the void to this strange stone.

I had long guessed that this stone was not ordinary, and I didn't expect it to be so majestic, but I didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse for it to suddenly enter my own fountain.

The Shura Dao Soul finally made a move, he turned into a round of black sun, converged the black mist in the sky, dissipated the netherworld aura, and galloped towards the edge of the Fountain of Knowledge, perhaps he thought that it was safer to stay in the seal than to stay in this Fountain space.

The black sun was in the Fit, turning into a black line, arousing the ups and downs of the surrounding spirit, just when the black sun was about to burst out of the knowledge spring, the strange stone suddenly disappeared over the knowledge spring, and then appeared in the sky above the black sun, a terrifying general trend shrouded the soul of the Shura Dao, the black sun that was moving forward instantly stopped, the gods appeared, and the general trend slowly moved forward to suppress the soul of the Shura Dao, and the black sun of the soul of the Shura Dao gradually distorted, but it was still struggling.

The coercion of the strange stone increased a few points, and the silk avenue was entangled and pressed towards the Shura Dao Soul, crushing down fiercely, and several terrible screams sounded, and the Shura Dao Soul was completely suppressed by the strange stone.

The road is simple, the divine light is hidden, the general trend disappears in the vastness, the morality seems to come from the wilderness, the ancient breath is dissipated, and the spring is calm.

Ziyang's spirit looked at the strange stone suspended in the space of the fountain in a daze, why did he help himself, why did he want to guard in his fountain?

Without having time to think about it, Ziyang slowly absorbed the essence in the Zhiquan to restore the injured soul, and the Supreme Sword also slowly flew to the bottom of the strange stone, hanging faintly.

Outside, Ziyang sat steadily on the back mountain, the cold moonlight shone on the back mountain, there was silence, only Ziyang knew what kind of battle was in his body just now, the sweat beads on his forehead and the blood on the ground still hadn't coagulated.

Mid-mountain desolate, moonlight.

After a long time, Ziyang stood from the ground, and the injury of the divine soul greatly reduced Ziyang's cultivation, at least, he could not control the body in the transformation of the god as he wanted, because it required the support of a powerful divine soul.

Looking at the bottom of the mountain, Bai Xuelian's Yingyue Residence, did he go to see her before leaving.

The next moment, Ziyang's figure disappeared into the back mountain.

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