The white-robed old man shook the dust of the Buddha, and a hurricane dozens of zhang long swept out.

The other three elders either sacrificed their axes or held swords and staffs, and once again fought with Dongfang Zimo.

Several clouds of light flew out from Dongfang Zimo's body, and the wind spirit pipa, the silver wheel blade, and the two strands of sword also floated in the air together.

Under Dongfang Zimo's pinch, the Qiankun umbrella once again blew out a strange wind.

However, those people had already taken precautions, and each used their magic powers to destroy it at the moment when the strange wind appeared.

Dongfang Zimo grabbed it with both hands, and the wind spirit pipa appeared in his hand, and a plucked Xuanyin, and a melodious melody was transmitted.

"This is ......" A thin-faced, dark-skinned man stiffened, as if frozen there.

The other three elders also slowed down, and their faces changed, and the mana in their bodies was one, isolating the discomfort.

The emaciated man held a staff studded with gems and shot out a pillar of light.

The white-robed old man waved the Buddha dust and chanted the formula, and the Buddha dust turned into tens of thousands of rays of light and burst out.

The long-haired old man held a sword in his hand, and with a resolute pinch, he conjured up hundreds of flying swords.

The last blue-robed middle-aged man condensed a phantom of more than ten zhang tall, and held a huge axe and slashed in the direction of Dongfang Zimo.

In the face of the thunderous methods used by these people, Dongfang Zimo's expression was awe-inspired, and the blade of the Thousand Souls was summoned out by him, and the Heavenly God Law Behind him also condensed, and at the same time slashed out two terrifying sword qi.

The attacks performed by the four elders of the Water Cloud Pavilion were instantly wiped out under the bombardment of these two sword qi, and the long-haired old man and the blue-robed middle-aged man were directly evaporated because they were relatively close to the sword qi.

The remaining white-robed old man and the emaciated man fled in horror as a long rainbow, but they were still severely injured by the aftermath of the sword qi.

"It can't be!" Shen Meng was originally sitting in the air to breathe his injuries, but under Fang Cai's terrifying sword aura, not only did he not dodge, but instead aggravated his previous injuries.

After Dongfang Zimo used the Thousand Souls Blade, most of his mana was instantly drained, and when he saw that all these people who were in the way were beaten away by himself, Dongfang Zimo's eyes turned and fell on Shen Meng in the distance.

Shen Meng, who was frozen in place, also noticed Dongfang Zimo's murderous eyes, and his heart trembled and fled directly.

Dongfang Zimo's face was cold, and he chased after him.

The low-level monks of the Water Cloud Pavilion in the distance were even more frightened by this scene, and they all retreated and did not dare to move forward.

Seeing that Dongfang Zimo was getting closer and closer to him, Shen Meng turned around and slapped a palm in anger in his heart, and a huge palm print burst out.

Seeing this, Dongfang Zimo easily avoided it with just a dodge.

The huge golden palm print slammed into a mountain peak, and the entire mountain directly collapsed, stirring up a cloud of smoke and dust.

Dongfang Zimo raised his eyebrows, and with another wave of the Thousand Soul Blade, several revenant soul sword qi shot out.

"Ahh I'm dying! Shen Meng only felt a breath of death surging into his heart.

At this critical moment, a golden dragon flew out to block in front of Shen Meng, and actually resisted under the flush of the revenant soul sword qi.

The golden dragon's breath was dim, and it burst directly under a roar, turning into two cracked dragon head golden shields that fell into the air and completely exploded.

"Tongtian Lingbao! Ha ha! It's actually a heavenly spiritual treasure! ”

An old and excited voice suddenly sounded above a certain mountain peak, and a moment later, a flash of light appeared in the sky above Dongfang Zimo, revealing an old man with a short body and a wrinkled face.

"Meet Elder Taishang!" Shen Meng, the old dwarf man, flew over with joy on his face and bowed.

The other two Jindan monks, who were seriously injured, also ran over excitedly and stood humbly behind the dwarf old man.

However, this Supreme Elder didn't pay attention to these people, and instead stared at the pitch-black long sword in Dongfang Zimo's hand with his eyes shining.

"It's really a heavenly spiritual treasure! I didn't think that even the old man's magic weapon, the Spirit Devouring Dragon Shield, couldn't resist this sword. The dwarf old man's mood gradually became excited, and as soon as he raised his subordinates, a big hand appeared next to Dongfang Zimo and was about to capture him.

But before he could make a move, he was shot out by a ghost claw that was several times larger than this big hand.

A black cloud flew out from the Thousand Souls Blade, revealing the figure of the Ghost King.

"What! The early stage of the baby! You actually sealed the Ghost King into a sword soul! The old dwarf didn't take Dongfang Zimo in his eyes in the first place, but the moment the ghost king appeared, his heart suddenly sank, and he stared at the ghost king with a solemn expression.

"Your Excellency actually knows that this ghost king's cultivation is self-aware, as long as you hand over that person, I will naturally leave." Dongfang Zimo pointed at Shen Meng and said coldly.

Shen Meng's face was already pale at this moment, he really didn't expect Dongfang Zimo to have such a great ability to subdue a ghost king by his side, and he didn't show his true strength in Fang Cai's duel.

"Hey, hey! Your kid's tone is not small, kill me Shui Yun Pavilion so many elders still want to run? However, if you hand over the Heavenly Spirit Treasure, the old man can also consider letting you leave safely. The old dwarf man laughed wickedly, and couldn't help but show greed when he talked about the Heavenly Spirit Treasure.

As soon as these words came out, all the monks in Shuiyun Pavilion immediately talked about it.

"Tongtian Lingbao! I didn't expect this rumor to appear in that person's hands. ”

"What is the Heavenly Spirit Treasure......

"Killing two elders and letting them go, this will damage the authority of Shuiyun Pavilion......"

Although these people spoke very quietly, none of the people present who had cultivated to the heavens naturally listened to all these idle words.

"If you want to pass through the heavens, it depends on whether you have the life to take it." Dongfang Zimo said in a cold voice with a calm expression.

"In that case, the old man's Yuan Ying Ben Wang will be taken!" As soon as the ghost king heard Dongfang Zimo's tone, he said to Dongfang Zimo with joy in his heart. Now he urgently needs to recover from his injuries so that his cultivation can come back, and the best and fastest way is to devour the Yuan Infant to improve his strength.

"Of course you can, that's a big supplement." Dongfang Zimo agreed with a sneer.

When the ghost king heard this, he couldn't bear it anymore and turned into a ball of anger and rushed over, and with a whistling sound, he appeared in front of the dwarf old man and waved five rays of light.

"Presumptuous!" The old dwarf man was startled by the other party's words and actions, and a golden and silver talisman flew out, emitting a dazzling light.

Under the sound of an explosion, the ghost king was shocked back a few steps, and the old dwarf took the opportunity to disappear in place, and the next moment he appeared above Dongfang Zimo, and his five fingers flashed towards his head.

Dongfang Zimo was shocked in his heart, and a ball of demonic soul flames flew out with a shake of his sleeve robe.

"Ahh The moment the dwarf old man touched the flame of the demon soul, he let out a scream like killing a pig, and retreated hundreds of kilometers away from his body to condense a layer of protective body in a flash.