This is an old man, he is wearing a sheepskin jacket, old-fashioned cotton shoes, holding a stack of ancient scrolls in his hand, he is standing behind Bi Ningshuai, staring at him with a smile, "Little friend, you are not a student of the Spirit Pagoda, right?"

The old man and Bi Ningshuai were close to each other, standing there tremblingly, looking a little old.

"This ......" Bi Ningshuai's heart trembled, and he felt that there was an evil aura enveloping him, making him shudder.

The old man just stared at him with a smile on his face.

Bi Ningshuai stiffened and smiled, and suddenly made a move, and a large piece of spiritual light flew out from between his fingers, and pressed down on the top of the old man's head with one palm.

Now that it's been discovered, let's strike first.

"Boom!"

didn't see how the old man made a move, Bi Ningshuai was directly knocked to the ground by his fist, and lay on the ground with a "bang", and a blood blister the size of a copper bell rose from the heavenly spirit cover above his head.

The old man was still smiling!

Feng Feiyun also noticed the change here, and quickly rushed over, staring at the old man, there was chaos in the other party's dantian, and he couldn't see the cultivation clearly, and the old eyes were full of dazzling light.

"I rely on your sister, can you not hit the head?" Although Bi Ningshuai was scolding, he still fled back in dismay, hid behind Feng Feiyun, and whispered in Feng Feiyun's ear: "This old man is not easy to mess with, he should be the guardian of the eighty-first layer." ”

Feng Feiyun and Bi Ningshuai both waited solemnly, they planned to join forces to sacrifice the Miao Ghost Wrench, and with the power of the spirit weapon, they might have the power to suppress this old man.

The two glanced at each other, and at the same time beat out all the spiritual energy on their bodies, blasted into the Miao Ghost Wrench, sacrificed it, and triggered six ancient maps, intending to fight quickly, even if they couldn't suppress this guardian, they had to escape from the Spirit Pagoda as soon as possible.

"Boom!"

A piece of glow flew out of the Miao Ghost Wrench, thousands of idols, combined with the strength of the two people, the power of the Miao Ghost Wrench was far more than as simple as superimposing it.

"It's really not good!" The old man threw the stack of ancient scrolls in his hand away, and the ancient scrolls were stained with a layer of brilliance, like turning into an iron book and copper scroll made of fine iron, but it was instantly crushed by the power of the spiritual weapon and turned into wisps of fire.

The old man was slightly surprised, and then a smile appeared on his face, and with a flick of his sleeve, a faint blue firelight flew out, and the power of this firelight was very terrifying, but it flew out of a brass ancient bottle, both cold and hot.

The power of the spiritual weapon could not block this wisp of flame, and it was broken layer by layer.

"It's ...... "Feng Feiyun said solemnly.

"The little guy has a little insight, this wisp of samadhi fire, but the old man spent sixty pieces of True Yao Spirit Stone on the ancient tea horse road leading to the netherworld, and purchased it in the hands of a three-turn demon demon, even if it is a spiritual weapon, it can't stop the power of the samadhi fire. "This old man is the predecessor of the treasure hunter, and it is not difficult to enter the netherworld.

"Not necessarily!"

One of Feng Feiyun's hands sacrificed the Miao Ghost Finger, and the other hand condensed the Red Fire Technique, wanting to use it to fight against the Dumadhi Fire.

The power of the spiritual weapon was broken layer by layer by the wisps of Dumadhi Fire, and Feng Feiyun and Bi Ningshuai could feel it, and the scorching cold qi and flesh and blood mixed on the flame began to crackle.

"Red Fire Technique!" Feng Feiyun finally beat the Red Fire Technique, and wanted to sacrifice against the fire.

"Blood God Jar!" Bi Ningshuai also punched out a jar, this jar is very much like a human skull, with white bone slag on it, and blood essence and rotten flesh wrapped around the jar, and black hair can be vaguely seen floating in some places.

But it was indeed a god jar, with the smell of earth on it, and the veins of the earth.

A jar that looked like a human head, although it was not as powerful as the Miao Ghost Wrench, but it blocked the Ermadhi Fire, and the impact of Feng Feiyun's wisp of Red Fire Technique directly smashed the Ermadhi Fire into the Blood God Jar.

The Duamahi Fire has the power to burn the spiritual weapon, but it is collected by the Blood Man God Jar and cannot be rushed out again.

This jar gives people a kind of magic essence, the breath is bland, and the inside is terrifying.

"Where did you get this jar?" the old man was shocked, and when he saw the jar, he thought of a very terrible person.

Looking at Bi Ningshuai again, his old face had become a little pale.

"I picked it up!" Bi Ningshuai took back the Bloody God Jar.

This divine jar was naturally not picked up by him, but he touched it on the body of a blood-clothed man, so he named it "Bloody Divine Jar".

This jar has an unbelievable magic, and he can't help but think of the name.

He also thought it was fun at the time, but when he took this god jar with him, he felt unprecedented horror, every night, there would be a burst of incomprehensible magic sounds from the god jar, so that he could not sleep, always felt that the human head would fly out of the baggage, suspended next to his pillow, staring at him with a bloody mist.

"Impossible, this is the first killing weapon of the King of the Yang Realm's 'Bloody King', the Blood Man God Jar, which is made from the head of an ancient sage, and there will be absolutely nothing wrong with it. ”

The old man knew more or less about the affairs of the Yin and Yang Realms, and knew better than anyone else the horror of the King of the Yang Realm, and was shocked by the bloody god jar in front of him.

"Ni...... Nima, who is the man...... The King of the Yang Realm!" Bi Ningshuai was so frightened that the bloody cloth god jar in his hand almost fell to the ground, and churning blood overflowed from it, emitting a red mist.

His legs were also a little weak, he had no strength all over his body, he couldn't stand steadily, and he leaned directly on Feng Feiyun's shoulder.

It's a big game now, that blood-clothed man turned out to be the king of the yang world, and he stole all the kings of the yang world, it's over, it's over, Bi Ningshuai rolled his eyes, and felt a little suffocated.

"I ...... Shall I go back?" Bi Ningshuai had never been so scared.

Feng Feiyun is also sweating wildly in his heart, this guy is really a bull fork, he stole the king of the yang realm, this important thing is rumored, he will definitely move the world, and it will make many self-proclaimed thieves die of shame.

"It's better to suppress the breath of the bloody god jar first, if it is sensed by the king of the yang realm, then it is really difficult not to die. Feng Feiyun reminded.

Bi Ningshuai was like being drunk, and hurriedly cast a forbidden spell, once again covering up the breath of the bloody clothes god jar, and secretly swore in his heart to find a place to bury the blood clothes god jar, which is a spiritual treasure, it is simply a life-urging spell.

This guy steals first-class things, and the aura of covering up the spirit treasure is also very powerful, so he is worthy of being a professional.

"The old man thought that you were the heir of the King of the Yang Realm, but it turned out that you were just a thief and handed over the Bloody Cloth God Jar!" The old man snorted coldly and stretched out a dry eagle claw, causing sparks to burst into the air, wanting to seize the Blood Cloth God Jar.

This is the first killing weapon of the king of the yang realm, and it is one of the top killing weapons in the entire Shenjin Dynasty, and the power is many times more terrifying than ordinary spiritual weapons.

Feng Feiyun and Bi Ningshuai wanted to sacrifice the Bloody Cloth God Jar, but a fire Lang suddenly flew above their heads, this is a red fire cloud, which envelops this person, it is the mysterious master, and he also arrived.

"I'll leave this old man to me, and you can quickly go find the Hidden Silkworm Saro. The mysterious master stretched out a flaming hand and knocked the old man back, and all the sleeves of the old man's clothes were burned into ashes by the flames, revealing a withered yellow arm.

"Who are you?" the old man was shocked, looking at his burned arm, he felt that this mysterious master who was wrapped in flames was very powerful, if the fire was not taken away by the Bloody Cloth God Jar, he might still have the strength to fight.

But without the Dumadhi Fire, his strength has been greatly reduced, and he may not be able to stop this mysterious master.

"The one who killed you. ”

The voice of the mysterious master dried, and he pointed out, and his body turned into a sword intertwined with flames, piercing through the air and piercing the universe, and in an instant, directly piercing the old man's body.

Burst!

This flame was as hot as a magic furnace, and the breath was extremely sharp, penetrating through the old man's body, directly splitting his body into two halves, and being killed in an instant.

"Vulnerable!" the mysterious master snorted.

Feng Feiyun and Bi Ningshuai both looked at each other, their hearts beat violently, this mysterious master is not ordinarily powerful, and it only takes one move to kill the monks of the Heavenly Mandate Realm, which makes people feel shocked.

"Suffered, she escaped again!" Feng Feiyun found that Ji Cangyue had taken the opportunity to slip away again and disappeared on the eighty-first floor.

There were several terrifying forces rising in the Spirit Pagoda, just like above the night sky, suddenly a few more suns, all of which were coming towards the eighty-first floor.

"Dare to break into the Spirit Pagoda and die!"

"Die!"

"Die!"

......

There were five sounds of the word "death", and the force was stronger than the other.

The powerhouse of the Spirit Pagoda had already sensed that something had happened on the eighty-first floor, and one person shot out of the air, a palm shot out, and the strength of the nine unibulls flew in, and the nine cow shadows suddenly rushed out of the void, as if a portal had been broken.

"Boom!"

The nine-headed unicorn was extinguished by the mysterious master, and the flames on his body burned even stronger, enveloping the entire eighty-first layer, and at the same time fighting with the five supreme powerhouses in the air.

None of these people have a real body, but their combat power is not much weaker than their real body, some have beaten an ancient Ding through the air, some have condensed a palm print that has turned the sky and fallen from the sky, and some people have sacrificed a black pen to fly from outside the tower, like a divine spear breaking through the water curtain.

"Boom!"

The mysterious master stood in the center of the tower, standing still, with one enemy and five, a sea of fire rushed out of his body, and countless gods swept away, and he didn't fall down at all, and that momentum was like the nine heavens of the fire god town.

Hurry, hurry, hurry!

Feng Feiyun and Bi Ningshuai searched for the hidden silkworm sara on the eighty-first layer, and they both used their strongest tricks, Feng Feiyun's phoenix heavenly eye, Bi Ningshuai's skillful hands were empty, and they simply cooperated seamlessly, turning the entire eighty-first layer upside down.

A hole in the void, a stealing star, even if they don't admit that they are thieves, no one believes it.

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Tomorrow will start to resume normal updates, and the twenty chapters owed will be slowly repaid! Starting tomorrow, strive for four or five chapters tomorrow!