"I can't imagine that although the Taoist friends have a short cultivation day, a Taoist heart is already stronger than a rock, but the poor Taoist underestimates the Taoist friends."

The medicine man folded his hands and sighed a little nondescriptly, then turned his gaze to the Yaksha King and motioned for him to take a shot to stop Yu Yuan.

The Yaksha King clenched his fists and tensed all over, although he didn't want to face Yu Yuan's great enemy at this time, but at this moment he also had to obey the medicine man's orders.

Fortunately, at this time, Wu Zhiqi laughed and pointed at him with an iron rod, and laughed wildly: "Where do you look, we haven't finished fighting that fight just now!" ”

The Yaksha King breathed a sigh of relief, and without hesitation, he flashed forward and swung his fist towards Wuzhi Qi.

Although he is more afraid of Yu Yuan now, he is still warlike and arrogant towards others.

"Die for me!"

The Yaksha King jumped to his feet, his body spinning in the air like a spinning projectile. He slapped his hands downward, and suddenly a powerful storm burst out, blasting towards Wuzhiqi.

"That's the pleasure!"

Wuzhi Qi shouted violently, dodged his body, and his body was as agile as a spirit ape.

He bent his legs and kicked the soles of his feet in the air, and swooped down on the Yaksha King with lightning speed.

In an instant, a sharp light flashed in his hand, and the iron rod turned into a lightning-like shadow, and smashed straight towards the Yaksha King's face door.

Sensing Wu Zhiqi's intentions, the Yaksha King crossed his hands to protect his face, and the majestic mana rushed out, forming a thick protective barrier, and at the same time, a pair of arms stretched out from under his ribs again, each holding a sharp scimitar, and slashed out two snow-bright blades.

Wuzhiqi took a deft step back, and with his keen perception and reaction speed, he swung his iron rod in a row, blocking a series of smooth and sharp attacks from the Yaksha King.

The wind howled, and the sword broke through the air.

The Yaksha King roared and pounced on Wuzhiqi again, and several cold black qi rose from his body.

At this moment, his figure became erratic, and at the same time, he attacked Wuzhi Qi from all directions.

The latter was concentrating, his eyes were like electricity, and he actually found a flaw in the gap between the rapid flashes of the Yaksha King, quickly turned around, and smashed a stick on the Yaksha King's chest with great precision.

The Yaksha King was caught off guard, and when he opened his mouth, a stream of blood spurted out, and at the same time, his body shook violently, and he flew upside down like a cannonball. However, he quickly stabilized his body, roared angrily, and pounced on Wuzhiqi like a wild beast, launching a fierce counterattack again.

The battle between Wuzhiqi and the Yaksha King is far from over, and the two of them are considered opponents, both of them are highly motivated, dismantling each other's offensive with superb and sophisticated skills.

While they were fighting, Yu Yuan looked at the pharmacist who was sitting on the Colorful Lotus Platform, and said slowly: "I have already received a move from you just now, and now it is your turn to taste the taste of my fist...... I don't know if you, the head of the Western Sect, dare to take my punch? ”

The pharmacist frowned slightly, then stretched out again, and said lightly: "Why don't you dare?" ”

As he spoke, the world behind him moved sideways like a picture scroll, blocking him in front of him.

Apparently he was using the world as a shield.

If Yu Yuan's fist wanted to hit him, he first had to cross this world.

This is a real world, not an illusory projection.

In his opinion, no matter how powerful Yu Yuan was, it was impossible for him to punch through a small world.

Yu Yuan didn't care about this, he took a breath lightly, and the qi and blood in his whole body gradually boiled, as if he had been ignited by flames.

He stretched out his right hand, and the veins on his arm burst out, and the hot blood ran wildly through his body.

As a magical power used by the demon clan to fight hard, the Burning Blood Xuangong can turn into a majestic force by burning the essence and blood of his whole body, and burst out several times, or even dozens of times more powerful than usual.

This magic power is almost equivalent to treating yourself as a torch, squeezing all your potential, and doing your best to make the last dance!

Ordinary demon gods and demon immortals basically consider using this magic power when they are in a desperate situation, because once this magic power is cast, even if they are lucky enough not to die, they will definitely run out of oil and become a waste person who has completely disappeared in Taoism.

However, for Yu Yuan, this terrible price became his way of refining his essence blood under the effect of [perverse].

Basically, every time he uses the Blood Burning Xuangong, it is equivalent to making him change his essence blood once.

The burned essence blood turned into a majestic force and blasted out, and at the same time, a steady stream of new essence blood was born in the body, and the new essence blood contained more powerful power and potential.

As the scorching breath ignited the essence blood, the power in Yu Yuan's body was surging wildly, and every drop of essence blood seemed to be releasing endless energy.

He let out a loud shout, his muscles swelled, and he slammed his fist into the pharmacist.

The huge power condensed into a fist shadow, like a meteor shuttling in, tearing the heavens and the earth.

The world in front of the medicine master was like a piece of paper, and it was directly penetrated into the past.

The Medicine Man's eyes widened sharply, he was prepared, but he wasn't ready for such a punch.

In the midst of the consternation, it was too late to dodge.

He could only raise his arms and quickly pinch out a dreadnought seal to resist.

"Bang!"

An earth-shattering roar sounded, and the pharmacist was hit by Yu Yuan's punch, his arms were directly broken and his tendons were broken, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from the sky, and the whole person flew out like a cannonball.

In the sky, black clouds rolled, lightning and thunder roared.

Visible fiery ripples weave in the air, constantly crashing against the surrounding rocks.

This was just the aftermath, and the medicine man who bore the brunt of it had already crossed an arc in the air, slamming into a large mountain in the distance, directly knocking through the mountain wall, stirring up a large cloud of smoke and dust.

This punch was like a devastating blow, and the majestic divine power enveloped the pharmacist on a rampage, and the craggy and dangerous peaks that plunged into the sky directly shattered into powder along the way, and even the dark clouds in the air were divided into two halves, revealing the blue sky and the bright sun.

At a glance, it was as if the world had been smashed in half with a punch.

"Shhh

The White Lotus Boy, who witnessed all this up close, couldn't help but gasp, only to feel his scalp tingle.

And Wuzhi Qi and the Yaksha King, who were in the midst of a fierce battle, also stopped their hands, their eyes full of surprise and shock.

Especially the Yaksha King.

After seeing the power of this punch, the shadow of his psychology increased a little, and he was almost desperate.

With such an opponent, how could he win the fight?

At this time, the person who burned the lamp glanced at Yu Yuan expressionlessly, didn't say a word, rode the plum blossom fairy deer into the air, and disappeared into the clouds in the blink of an eye.

Obviously, he knew that with the defeat of the medicine teachers taught by the West, it would be useless for him to stay any longer.

Yu Yuan didn't pay attention to it, turned his head to look at the White Lotus Boy, and said with a smile: "Can you hand over the Imperial God Banner now?" ”

"I ......"

The White Lotus Boy swallowed his saliva, without the slightest thought of resisting.

He is just a little Taoist boy, in terms of the realm of Taoism, he is the lowest among so many people present, and any one of them can crush him to death.

This is one of the reasons why the Western Sect sent the Yaksha King to take over.

If the incense Shinto wants to continue to develop, there must be a master who can take charge of it alone.

The White Lotus boy is okay to make a small fight, but he is not qualified when the scale is large.

At this moment, in the face of Yu Yuan's request, the White Lotus Boy was afraid and afraid, for fear of being sent away by the other party's punch.

But the Imperial Banner is a treasure that controls the god of thousands of incense and fire, and if he really wants to hand it over, all his years of hard work will be in vain.

Just as he hesitated, the bruised pharmacist flew back from a distance and whispered, "Give him the Imperial Flag." ”

"Yes."

The white lotus boy answered, and hurriedly took out a big black flag.

It is rectangular in shape, the face of the banner seems to be made of some kind of soft silk, the texture of the silk is soft and smooth, as light as a feather, and the patterns on the surface of the banner are finely drawn, or the face of a god, or some kind of mysterious rune, every detail reveals mystery and solemnity.

(End of chapter)