"I accept. There was silence in the hall for a long time, and finally the voice of the national teacher sounded, "Alas," out of nowhere, a sigh came. "Yuan Ming, this is killing himself! I'm afraid that after today, Journey to the South will become a complete sound." "Why is this, why is this?" Brother Ming, you have thought about it, do you really want to do so? It's too late to regret it, I can." Before the little emperor could finish speaking, he was interrupted. "Trust me." Yuan Ming said with a smile and winked at the little emperor. The little emperor was slightly stunned and did not speak again. Yuan Ming's words also blocked the words that General Yuan wanted to persuade. Although he was full of anxiety, he could only choose to believe that his son must have relied on him to do so. Soon, the national teacher and Yuan Ming signed a life and death certificate in the Tai'an Palace. Everyone moved to the square outside the main hall, and the forbidden army had already cleared the field, leaving enough space for them to fight.

"The fate of life and death has been signed, and there will be no one to intervene in the confrontation between you until life and death are separated. Afterwards, both parties, no matter what the outcome is, can not seek revenge against each other or even the other party's sect and family for any reason. The families and sects behind the two sides should also not retaliate against each other for any reason." The little emperor rarely showed his imperial majesty, stood in the center of the high platform, and announced loudly. After speaking, he looked at the old emperor beside him, the white-haired old woman and the Luo Water Fairy. They are the most important witnesses of this duel. The Luo Water Fairy said regretfully, "It's a pity, the mayfly shakes the tree!" The old emperor said: "My Jin Guo's son should be like this, and he will live up to the name of the general." After saying that, the three of them glanced at each other and nodded at the same time. "The duel begins." The little emperor raised his hand with one hand and gave an order. Yuan Ming and the National Teacher Jade Pot Daoist came to the center of the square, and the two were more than ten steps apart, standing opposite each other. "It's too late for you to admit defeat now, I won't kill you today, but you don't have the luxury of entering the Changchun Temple anymore, rotten wood can't be carved." The jade pot Taoist looked at Yuan Ming and said lightly.

Yuan Ming didn't speak, just stretched out his hand and put on a "please" posture. Since you don't know whether you live or die, then don't blame the ruthlessness of your own division!" The jade pot Dao has a cold look in his eyes, and his sleeve robe is rolled. The dark red light flashed, and four thick fire snakes rolled out from the sleeve robe, each fire snake was several zhang long, with distinct scales and armor, lifelike, like a real python, staggered and pounced on Yuan Ming. "Intermediate Fire Serpent?" Yuan Ming didn't show any panic, the blue light flashed in his hand, and he raised the water cloud flag. He didn't hide his cultivation anymore, and the huge mana of the foundation building period was injected into the water cloud pan, and the banner became several times larger in the wind, rolling his body in it, and a thick layer of blue mist appeared on the surface of the pan, and the water vapor was suddenly flourishing within a radius of several zhang. Three fiery snakes struck the water cloud and let out several huge explosions. Most of the water mist around the water cloud pan was blown away, and the pan also shook violently, but it immediately stabilized, and the blue water mist quickly recovered.

"This is the foundation building period!" "Yuan Ming is already a foundation building stage cultivator, he has only been cultivating for three years, right?" "What happened during his exile in southern Xinjiang?" "It's a pity that Changchun Guan missed such a good seedling." Luo Water Fairy, the old woman on crutches in Bailuo Villa and other monks were in an uproar and discussed, among which there were many voices of schadenfreude. Yuan Zuochong was stunned in place, slightly relieved in his heart, and then scolded in a low voice: "This kid, even you hide it from your son." Although he was scolding, anyone could hear the excitement and excitement in his tone. The little emperor also looked at him with wonder and stroked his palms happily. The jade pot Dao chief also showed a shocked expression on his face, and a trace of inexplicable remorse passed through his heart, which immediately turned into a murderous machine.

If he said that he still held his own identity before, he only planned to abolish the other party's cultivation, and at the same time, he could also sell Liu Tianming and the royal family a face by the way, but Yuan Ming didn't know what means he used to hide his cultivation, and this son cultivated to the foundation building period in three years! At this point, we must not leave the other party alive, otherwise there will be endless troubles! As the thought in his heart turned, he pinched the trick with both hands and punched a few tricks around. "Hula" suddenly rose up a red pillar of light around his body, rushed straight into the sky, exploded at a height of more than ten feet, and quickly spread.

In the blink of an eye, a cloud of fire more than ten zhang in size formed, which looked bright red and abnormal. "The secret technique of the fire cloud at the bottom of the box by the national teacher, it seems that he doesn't want Yuan Ming to come out alive!" The little emperor's heart sank, his lips opened slightly, and he was about to perform the sound transmission technique of Changchun Guan, wanting to remind Yuan Ming. "Since the two of them agreed to fight alone, it's better not to meddle lightly." A voice rang in his ears. The little emperor's expression was stunned, and he had to give up the transmission. General Yuan didn't say a word, his eyes looked straight at the square, and his fists clenched tightly. Yuan Mingthough

However, I don't know what kind of magical power the Jade Pot Daoist has used, but he has experienced nine deaths and a lifetime in southern Xinjiang, and has directly participated in the tribulation of Biluo Cave, and has already clashed with the monks of the foundation building period more than once as early as the Qi refining period, so he can be said to have rich experience in fighting methods, so he naturally will not let the other party do it.

I saw his hands raised in the void. Three or four magic weapons shot out in a row, and they were a series of medium-grade magic weapons such as the Cold Star Sword Nine Rings Golden Knife and the Wushan Claw. After the advanced foundation building period, the power of his divine soul has increased greatly, and with the blessing of the Dark Moon Technique, he has become more and more comfortable in controlling multiple magic weapons at the same time to cooperate with attacks. These magic artifacts formed a colorful torrent and went straight to the jade pot road. Under the light of many magic weapons, the black needle magic weapon turned into a slender shadow, circled in a large circle, and silently pierced the back heart of the jade pot Dao Chang. The expression on the face of the jade pot Dao Chang did not change at all, and the two palms wrapped in red light staggered in front of him.

The fire cloud in mid-air rolled up like magma, making a muffled thunderous sound, and more than a dozen fireballs in the shape of water droplets suddenly shot down from mid-air and hit him around him. Thundered! All the fireballs burst open, forming a magnificent wave of fire around his body, which blocked the water around his body, not only the Cold Star Sword, the Nine Rings Golden Knife and other magic weapons, but even the black needle magic weapons were blown out. The ground below was also affected, the thick bluestone floor tiles were shattered, and the ground was deeply scraped off, and smoke and dust were everywhere for a while. Yuan Ming's face was shocked, and there was an inexplicable heat in the depths of his eyes. There was a sneer at the corner of the jade pot Dao Chang's mouth, and he raised one hand, and slowly dotted a finger towards Yuan Ming's location. The fire clouds in mid-air rolled and roared, and more than a dozen huge fireballs shot out from them, heading straight for Yuan Ming, faster than before, sealing all of Yuan Ming's retreats.

Yuan Ming only felt a monstrous heat wave enveloping a terrifying spiritual pressure rushing towards him, making him feel suffocated. However, he didn't dodge, the magic trick in his hand quickly changed, the blue light of the water cloud banner around his body was released, and the golden gossip ancient mirror was also sacrificed, and a layer of golden light curtain spread rapidly, adding another layer of defense around him. As soon as he had done this, more than a dozen fireballs had already shot down and hit the golden light curtain. A series of earth-shattering loud bangs exploded! The crimson flames rolled and turned into a black-red fire cloud, engulfing everything nearby. The jade pot Dao Chang's cheeks were slightly pale, and it seemed that Fang Cai's mana consumption was not small, but the corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer. His Fire Cloud Secret Technique was extremely powerful, and Fang Cai's blow was even more full of strength, even the monks in the late stage of foundation building did not dare to face its edge, let alone Yuan Ming, the monk who had just entered the early stage of foundation building.

However, the next moment, the smile of the Jade Pot Daoist suddenly froze. His divine sense sensed that surrounded by the rolling red flames, Yuan Ming's aura was still there, and he didn't look like he had been damaged much. "It's impossible!" The Jade Pot Dao Master hurriedly continued to cast the spell, and the fire cloud in mid-air surged again, but before he could make any moves, the ground at his feet suddenly cracked, and more than a dozen thick purple and black rattans shot out of it, stabbing at his body like spears. Although the head of the jade pot was not shocked, he turned his hand and offered a yellow Luo umbrella, took off his hand and flew to the top of his head, "hula" opened up, dripping and spinning. A slightly hazy yellow light fell from Luo's umbrella, forming a yellow cylindrical light curtain around him in the blink of an eye. Those purple and black rattans hit the yellow light curtain, and they were all bounced away at once. In the red flames, Yuan Ming wiped the blood marks from the corners of his mouth, and stared at the inferior defensive magic weapon of the yellow Luo umbrella! The ancient gossip mirror had already been torn apart, and it had fallen to the ground at his feet, losing its spirituality.

Although the water cloud was still wide, the light was also much dimmer, and it was obvious that it had suffered a lot of damage. When the Bagua Mirror was blown up just now, he decisively sacrificed the black inkstone magic weapon and Shui Yunpan to resist it together, otherwise it would be difficult for him to block the bombardment of more than a dozen bursting fireballs. Yuan Ming slapped the ground with both hands, and the green light in his palms shone brightly. The ground around the Jade Pot Dao Chief was cracked, and thick wisteria drilled out one by one, rolling on the yellow light curtain around the Jade Pot Dao Chief's body, wrapping layer after layer. In a few breaths, the Jade Pot Dao Leader and the light curtain around him were covered and submerged by countless vines. At the bottom of the ground a few feet at the foot of the jade pot road, a vine figure was half-lying there, which was the flower branch.

Yuan Ming had already ordered Hua Zhi to sneak into the ground long before the succession ceremony, and Hua Zhi used the wood concealment technique to conceal his aura, moved deep underground, and lurked at the feet of the Jade Pot Dao Chief. "Master, it's enough for me to do this old way alone!" Hanade shouted arrogantly. "Long-winded!" Yuan Ming once again controlled a group of magic weapons to attack, but instead of attacking the Jade Pot Dao Leader, he went straight to the fire cloud in mid-air. A flash flashed on the face of the Jade Pot Dao Chief

Silk was surprised, and hurriedly pinched the trick into the air. A cloud of fire surged in mid-air, and nearly thirty fireballs shot down, half of which were towards a group of magic weapons, and the other half were hitting the ground. A loud "boom" exploded. A large area of red flames appeared in mid-air, and the magic weapons such as the Cold Star Sword were blown away again, and the Claw of the Black Mountain was directly blown apart, completely destroyed.