The golden pagoda exudes ten thousand golden lights, and has the ability to suppress the universe.

But it had barely fallen halfway through when it was lifted up by a Vermilion Firebird transformed by endless flames, and it could not fall a single bit.

The Vermilion Bird Firebird had its back against the golden pagoda, and glanced at Zhou Yang with a bright look in his eyes, and a thick color of disdain flashed in his eyes.

I was actually despised by the "machine spirit" of a magic weapon!

Zhou Yang was depressed and funny in his heart.

Immediately, he wanted to use his means to show this unruly "machine spirit" a little color, so that it could understand who the real master was.

However, before he could make a move, the Vermilion Firebird had already launched an attack on him first.

I saw that the Vermilion Bird Firebird suddenly raised its neck and let out a clear phoenix roar, and a circle of red fire suddenly erupted on its body, and there were countless mysterious and complex mysterious runes in the firelight, which looked bright and abnormal.

An incomparably terrifying aura, after these mysterious runes emerged, suddenly rose from the body of the Vermilion Bird Firebird, shocking Zhou Yang for a while, and his pores were tightly closed, and goosebumps appeared.

The pupils in his eyes shrank, as if he had thought of something, and shouted violently: "The power of the law, this is the breath of the power of the law!"

Generally speaking, the power of the law can only be controlled and used by true immortals during the Tribulation Period.

Any magic spell, once the power of the law is infused into it, will burst out with far more power than the original.

Since Zhou Yang saw that this Vermilion Bird Firebird was gathering the power of the law and preparing to launch an offensive, how could he dare to let it really launch this blow.

If this blow is really used, let alone whether he can survive it, this [Refining Weapon Palace] and even half of the Dao Palace may be destroyed by this blow, and the consequences are absolutely undesirable for him to see.

After all, there is still a [Jasper Peach] tree and several spirit fruit trees in this palace, if it is destroyed, Zhou Yang will not be distressed to death.

He hurriedly sacrificed the [Qianyang Orb], a seventh-order immortal weapon, and hit it at the Vermilion Bird Firebird.

The Vermilion Bird Firebird was accumulating strength at this time, unable to move its body, and it didn't think that the [Qianyang Orb], whose breath was only equivalent to a sixth-order lower-grade magic weapon, could hurt itself, so it didn't make any moves.

This allowed the golden orb to easily pierce through the circles of red flames outside its body, hitting its body of flames condensed from pure barley flames.

"Scatter me!"

Zhou Yang shouted, and the golden orb suddenly burst out with a circle of red-golden firelight, and there were also mysterious and complex law runes circulating in it.

A strange scene appeared, under the impact of the law rune fire that emerged from the golden orb, the law rune in the red fire light on the Vermilion Bird Firebird suddenly dissolved and dissipated as quickly as spring and white snow.

At the same time, the terrifying aura on the Vermilion Bird Firebird's body that made Zhou Yang's scalp tingle also quickly fell back as these law runes dispersed.

Even its flame-condensed body was somewhat unable to maintain its form and began to dissipate.

This change also stunned the Suzaku Firebird.

In its smart eyes, a humanized look of panic flashed.

I saw it scream in great anger, and its body quickly shrank and turned into an ordinary firebird with a wingspan of less than three feet, forcibly squeezing out the golden orb that had squeezed into its body, and stabilizing its body that was about to collapse.

Then the fire flashed on its body, and it was about to flee towards the fire pool below.

"Where to go!

Zhou Yang shouted, and hurriedly urged the [Qianyang Golden Pagoda], and in an instant, a golden light suddenly shot out from the tower, covering the Vermilion Firebird who wanted to escape.

Illuminated by this golden light, the body of the Vermilion Bird Firebird suddenly seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and it was a little unable to move.

It was naturally unwilling to be taken away like this, and immediately flapped its wings hard, and the fire on its body was blazing, intending to break free from the confinement of the golden light.

However, at this moment, a purple-gold ring ruler suddenly appeared beside it, and before it could react, it slammed into it.

Being hit by the purple-gold ring ruler, the Vermilion Bird Firebird suddenly let out a wail, and its body was quickly taken in by the falling golden pagoda.

Seeing this, Zhou Yang finally landed on the ground with a big stone in his heart.

[Qianyang Golden Pagoda], as his natal weapon, has not let him down.

Although the Vermilion Bird Firebird is essentially much stronger than this magic weapon, it is water without roots and wood without roots, unlike the golden pagoda, which has a steady stream of mana support from him.

Next, as long as he stabilized the pagoda and exhausted the power accumulated by the Vermilion Firebird, he would naturally be able to completely subdue it.

I saw him make a move and summon the purple-gold ring ruler that had just made a surprise attack into his hand, turned it over and put it away, and then directly sat down and suppressed the Vermilion Firebird in the golden pagoda with all his might.

After sitting in this way for three days and three nights, Zhou Yang finally completely subdued the Vermilion Bird Firebird in the Golden Pagoda and forced it to show its original form.

I saw that the original shape of the Vermilion Firebird was a vermilion feather fan with a simple style.

The vermilion feather fan is made of twelve vermilion feathers as a fan surface, and those vermilion feathers are vermilion in color, densely covered with countless mysterious golden runes, exuding a circle of mysterious halos, which makes people feel dizzy.

The fan bones and handles of the feather fan are all made of a kind of vermilion like ink and jade-like animal bones, and the surface is also imprinted with dense golden runes.

The feeling that the whole feather fan gave Zhou Yang was two words, powerful!

Strong certainly for a reason.

First of all, the refining materials of this feather fan give it a strong foundation.

At the beginning, [Donglai Zhenren] traveled to the "Linghuan Realm", and accidentally found the remains of a Vermilion Bird that had fallen for an unknown number of years in a forbidden place in the Far North Ice Field.

At that time, because the remains had existed for too long, and it was in the cold environment of the Far North Ice Field, most of the materials had lost their spirituality and became ordinary mortals, only twelve fire feathers on the tail of the Vermilion Bird, a throat bone, and a part of the ribs still preserved part of the spirituality.

Now this feather fan is made from the fire feathers on the tail of the twelve seventh-order true spirit Vermilion Birds, and the throat bones and ribs of the Vermilion Bird are used as fan handles.

And the "instrument spirit" in the magic weapon was conceived by [Donglai Zhenren] from a wisp of Suzaku remnant soul found in the skull of the Suzaku remains.

When this [Vermilion Bird Fan] was first refined, [Donglai Zhenren] refined it for 7749 years with the method of refining the immortal weapon before it took shape, and then sealed it in the vessel, and with the decree of "Pregnancy Vessel", it continued to absorb the power of the essence of earth fire to grow, and gave birth to the wisp of Vermilion Bird remnant soul sealed in the magic weapon.

After 10,000 years of gestation, the remnant soul of the Vermilion Bird in the [Vermilion Bird Fan] has completely fused with this magic weapon and has become the "machine spirit" of the magic weapon.

And the [Vermilion Bird Fan], which was originally only a sixth-order high-grade magic weapon, was successfully promoted to a real seventh-order immortal weapon because of the birth of the "machine spirit" and the 10,000-year "pregnancy weapon"!

If it wasn't a real seventh-order immortal weapon, how could it be treated so solemnly by Zhou Yang Tang Yuan Infant Cultivator.

"It's a pity, it's a pity! It's a pity that my cultivation is still too low, even if I refine this treasure, it will be difficult to exert half of its true power, otherwise with this treasure in my hand, how can I be afraid of that Mu Qingyun!"

Zhou Yang's face was full of regret and he stroked the feather fan in his hand, and his eyes were full of helplessness.

A complete seventh-order immortal weapon is too great for mana consumption to use, even if he injects eighty percent of the mana of his whole body into this [Vermilion Bird Fan], at most it can only trigger thirty percent of its power, and it only has the power of one blow.

Although the power of this blow was even a discolored monk in the late Yuan Infant period, it was still not enough to see in front of Mu Qingyun, who could already trigger the True Spirit Tribulation.

Mu Qingyun's strength was probably stronger than any Yuan Infant Stage Cultivator and Sixth-Order Demon King that Zhou Yang had seen before.

After all, the other party is really an old monster who has lived for more than 10,000 years, and he is guarding a resource-rich fairy island like [Donglai Immortal Island], no one knows how many powerful magical powers he has cultivated and how many powerful magic weapons he has refined in the past 10,000 years.

Anyway, Zhou Yang didn't dare to have any idea of underestimating this old monster.

Next, Zhou Yang spent a full year fighting with the "Instrument Spirit" in the [Vermilion Bird Fan], and finally succeeded in subduing it, leaving his own divine sense imprint in the magic weapon, refining this magic weapon.

After refining the [Vermilion Bird Fan], there was nothing in this palace that was worth staying for Zhou Yang anymore.

He rested for a few days, regained his condition, and walked down the hill along the way he had come.

At this time, he had already preliminarily refined the control stone tablet of the Immortal Island Guardian Formation, and the formation on the stone staircase would naturally not take effect on him again.

When passing by the [Knock Heart Monument], Zhou Yang uprooted it and put it into the storage ring with a flick of his sleeves.

This thing is also a strange treasure refined by [Donglai Zhenren] himself, which was originally used to sharpen the hearts of the disciples and grandchildren, and stood here to test the hearts of his Taoist inheritors.

The voice that answered Zhou Yang that day, as he expected, was actually a divine consciousness clone that [Donglai Zhenren] deliberately left inside.

After he passed the test, the divine consciousness clone dispersed, and this [Knocking Heart Tablet] could be taken away, but he didn't know it at the time.

Zhou Yang now knows, of course he will not let go of this strange treasure.

All the way down, soon nearly a thousand stone stairs were all completed, and only the last three steps remained.

Zhou Yang paused slightly, took a deep breath, and then resolutely stepped over the three steps and walked out of the mountaintop area.

At this time, more than seven years have passed since Zhou Yang was tested.

As he thought, for more than seven years, Jiang Fengxian, who was worried about his safety, wanted to climb the stone stairs to find him many times, but was stopped by Mu Qingyun, who had other plans.

When he returned after seven years, he saw Jiang Fengxian and Jiang Yufeng's mother and daughter being imprisoned in a wooden prison on the hilltop square.

The wooden prison was free of nine wooden stakes and stood in a circle on the square, forming a cyan light curtain to detain Jiang Fengxian's mother and daughter in a cage less than three zhang wide, so that they could not do anything except meditate and practice inside.

"Senior Mu, what do you mean by this?"

Zhou Yang looked at Mu Qingyun with an angry expression, his eyes full of anger.

It was also because he now clearly knew how terrible Mu Qingyun was, so he didn't immediately start saving people, but if he hadn't accepted the test, I'm afraid he would have done it directly.

"Oh, you actually know the name of the old man, it seems that you have really succeeded in inheriting the [Donglai Zhenren] Taoist inheritance!"

Mu Qingyun's eyes narrowed, and he looked at Zhou Yang with a happy face, and his words were full of joy.

Zhou Yang never thought that he would be able to hide it from the other party in this matter, and after hearing this, he also generously admitted: "Senior Mu is right, the younger generation has indeed inherited the [Donglai Zhenren] Dao system. ”

Hearing his words, the smile on Mu Qingyun's face became even brighter, and he stretched out his hand to him and said, "In that case, take out all the gains you have gained in the Dao Palace!"

It turned out that he no longer hid his idea of wanting to engulf the inheritance of [Donglai Zhenren].

"Aren't the seniors joking?"

Zhou Yang's face sank, and he didn't expect that Mu Qingyun, an old monster, had been arrogant to such an extent.

"Do you think the old man is in the mood to joke with you?"

Mu Qingyun said, and with a casual fight, all of a sudden, in the cage that trapped Jiang Fengxian's mother and daughter, blue and black thorns directly grew, surrounding the mother and daughter in the thorn bush.

"The old man's [Soul Devouring Poison Thorn] specializes in absorbing the mana essence blood of immortal cultivators, and when it pierces into the human body, it will inject a terrible toxin into the human body, making people suffer unimaginable pain, and then watch themselves being devoured little by little in endless pain. ”

"Now, do you still think the old man is joking with you?"

He looked at Zhou Yang with cold eyes, and directly expressed his meaning with practical actions.

But this couldn't scare Zhou Yang.

I saw that Zhou Yang first cast a slightly calm gaze at Jiang Fengxian's mother and daughter, and then looked at Mu Qingyun with the same fierce gaze, and as soon as he raised his palm, there was an extra cyan wooden card in his hand, which was the [Natal Soul Card] refined by [Donglai Zhenren] intercepting a section of Mu Qingyun's [Tree Demon Heart] ten thousand years ago.

He held this cyan wooden card in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "If the senior Mu doesn't want to be hopeless in this life, it's better to let their mother and daughter go, otherwise the junior will have to compare with the senior, who can be more ruthless!"

Seeing this, Mu Qingyun suddenly laughed loudly: "Hahaha, do you think that the old man's ten thousand years have been in vain?

"Really, that junior really wants to give it a try!"

Zhou Yang said, and a golden true fire suddenly appeared in his palm, burning towards the cyan wooden card.

Mu Qingyun, who was opposite, saw this scene, and the smile on his face suddenly froze, he didn't expect him to dare to do this.

"Stop!"

Angry shouts rang out from Mu Qingyun's mouth, and he looked at Zhou Yang with an angry face, his face full of anger and corruption.

No matter how close the relationship between Jiang Fengxian's mother and daughter and Zhou Yang is, it is only close.

However, to him, his [Natal Soul Card] is equivalent to a part of his heart, a part that cannot be abandoned.

He really didn't dare to fight with Zhou Yang in this regard.

Just like Zhou Yang said, he waited for 10,000 years to regain this [Natal Soul Card], and then wholeheartedly survive the True Spirit Tribulation.

Now that the opportunity to regain the [Natal Soul Card] was in front of him, how could he be willing to watch his hopes of advancing to the seventh order be shattered in front of his eyes.

I saw a fierce light flashing in his eyes, and he looked at Zhou Yang with a hideous face and shouted angrily: "Junior, count you ruthless, give the old man's [Natal Soul Card] to the old man, and the old man will return your wife and children to you!"

"If the predecessors had been like this for a long time, wouldn't there be nothing left?"

A smile flashed on Zhou Yang's face, the golden true fire in his hand dispersed, and then he looked at Mu Qingyun and said, "Then please let the seniors release them first!"

"Here you go!"

With a wave of Mu Qingyun's hand, the wooden prison that trapped Jiang Yufeng automatically opened, and then a rattan was whipped on her back and flew her towards Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang grabbed the daughter who flew in, his eyes stayed on the bloody whip mark on her back for a while, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and he hurriedly took out a healing elixir and fed her to take it, and then looked at Mu Qingyun with a gloomy face and shouted, "What about the other person?"

When Mu Qingyun heard this, he laughed strangely and said: "Truly, the old man's sincerity has been given to you, and the remaining hostages, of course, have to wait for you to return the old man's [Natal Soul Card] before giving it to you!"

When Zhou Yang heard his words, as soon as he stretched out his hand without saying a word, an extra golden flying sword appeared in his hand, and then he put the blade against the cyan wooden card and said: "If you are also sincere, then Zhou can only cut this [Natal Soul Card] into two pieces, and give you half of it first!"

"Junior, you are so bold! I really don't dare to kill you, the old man can't do it!"

Mu Qingyun's face was furious, and his eyes looking at Zhou Yang were full of cold killing intent.

Zhou Yang didn't seem to be aware of this, but just stared at him coldly, and shouted coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, release people immediately!"

"Get out!"

Mu Qingyun's face trembled and he let out a low roar, and another whip slapped Jiang Fengxian's back, sending her flying towards Zhou Yang.

This time, Zhou Yang did not reach out to pick up someone, but directly urged the [Cave Xuanzhu] magic weapon, and collected Jiang Yufeng and Jiang Fengxian who flew in all of them.

Then he threw the cyan wooden card in his hand, and also raised his sword and slashed it on it, slashing it towards Mu Qingyun.

The sword slashed on the cyan wooden card, and a crisp "click" sound clearly sounded in the ears of one person and one demon.

Zhou Yang, as the initiator, only had a sneer on his face when he heard this voice, and he didn't care.

However, Mu Qingyun, as a direct relation, suddenly shook violently at the bottom of the mountain, and instantly dropped a large number of dead branches and leaves, and suffered a lot of trauma.

"Damn junior, die to the old man!"

Mu Qingyun sensed the changes in his body, and he was immediately furious, and while waving his sleeves to capture the [Natal Soul Card] directly into his own body under the mountain, he was about to make Zhou Yang, who had injured him, look good.

But the next moment, the magic power he was going to shoot was forcibly taken back.

I saw that a high-grade jade box suddenly appeared in Zhou Yang's hand, and then quickly opened the forbidden spirit rune on the jade box, revealing a golden spirit rune with a terrifying breath inside.

The sharp aura emanating from the golden spirit rune, in the perception of a wood-attribute tree demon like Mu Qingyun, was simply like a man's back, and he couldn't say uncomfortable.

"Mu Qingyun, do you think you can really do anything wrong on this immortal island? [Donglai Zhenren] Why is his old man's cultivation so profound, and how can he not see your wolf ambition? This seventh-order immortal talisman was specially left by his old man to deal with you, are you willing to try its edge?"

Zhou Yang held the golden spirit rune in his hand, and looked at the thousand-foot giant tree body under Mu Qingyun Mountain with a cold expression, the mana in his palm was uncertain, and he looked like he was about to activate the spirit rune at any time.