When Zhang Yu came all the way, in order to avoid touching the spirituality of the alien gods, he reined in all the heartlakes that he had let go of in the past, and simply relied on intuition to perceive the crisis.

And at this moment, when he saw this white-clothed Daoist, his own spirituality was sending out an alarm, reminding him to stay away from this person as much as possible, and at the same time, the Xia Jian in his hand was also trembling slightly.

The white-clothed Taoist stopped his slightly swinging feet at this time, opened his eyes, and slowly looked at him, but his two eye sockets were empty and empty, and only a wisp of black smoke swirled inside.

When Zhang Yu saw his appearance, his expression was slightly awkward.

He knew what the other party was.

Chaos Monsters!

Although I have seen many records of this kind of thing in the Taoist, this is the first time I have seen it with my own eyes.

As far as he knew, if Monk Hun Zhang was too infected by the Great Chaos during his cultivation, then he would completely abandon his human side and become such a thing. This person looks like a monk, could he have been a cultivator before?

But he observed it again, but he was a little unsure, before the chaos monster underwent spiritual changes, it was the reflection of the original owner, and the other party's temperament was closer to the old cultivation.

Because of his teacher, he is particularly familiar with this dusty and elegant temperament, and the jade flute in the other party's hand looks like a magic weapon. And no matter how metaphysical cultivation is cultivated, most people don't use Dharma weapons.

Wrong...... Magic Weapon!

His eyes moved slightly, the chaos monster almost abandoned the physical side, it can be called a pure spiritual monster, the physical attack has almost no effect on it, and it can only be driven and killed with the same spirituality, so it is impossible to bring a magic weapon.

If this is the case, then it is likely that it is the magic weapon spirit of this jade flute that will turn into a chaos monster, not the white-clothed Taoist himself.

So it makes sense.

The spirit of the magic weapon does not have wisdom, nor is it a separate being, but it contains the spiritual emotions and consciousness of the master, so that it can better resonate with the master when it is used.

However, after leaving the master, if the spirituality in it is not lost and is retained under unique circumstances, then it is likely to become another spiritual consciousness and inherit a certain emotion of the original owner.

Zhang Yu guessed in his heart that the white-clothed Taoist might be someone who attacked the abandoned land together sixty years ago, but he may have died somewhere in the end, and his magic weapon was also left here, and then he didn't know what it was affected to become what it is now.

From this point of view, the other party is not a pure chaos monster, it can only be said to be semi-chaotic, otherwise it will completely abandon the attachment to the physical nature.

If that's the case, it's a little easier to deal with.

As he pondered, he saw that the monster had been staring at him for a moment, its body moving slightly, as if it was on its feet, and he thought about it for a moment, and took a few steps back.

The other man paused slightly, looked at him with empty eyes for a moment, then turned his head back and leaned back against the vine.

Seeing this, Zhang Yu already knew it in his heart. Obviously, since this monster is now eyeing the Tharu Giant Tree and wants to devour the latter's spirituality in order to strengthen itself, it is not interested in him.

But this is only temporary, except for the alien gods, this monster will instinctively be interested in all the creatures with strong spirituality around it, the higher the spirituality, the more attracted this kind of thing, and when the giant tree spirituality is swallowed, it will take the initiative to come to him.

Of course, if he goes fast enough, this thing may not be able to catch up. However, it is a problem after all, and the Chaos monsters are best dealt with when they are at their weakest, and when they grow stronger, they will be more difficult to deal with, and may even be used by the alien gods.

He thought about it for a while, to deal with this thing, he must first understand the power level of this thing, but if he used his own light to directly contact it, this was not the right thing to do, and if he was not careful, he would probably be infected by that evil qi.

So he made a request to the giant tree of Taru, and after a while, a branch hung down, and he reached up and grabbed it.

The moment he caught it, his heart shook slightly, and then he saw a huge cyan spiritual light, this light was peaceful and warm, and the scope was huge, enveloping the place where he stood.

And at this moment, a black mass that seemed to engulf everything was constantly eroding this light, and gradually growing himself, through this branch, he could feel the gloom and chaos coming from it.

Seeing this scene, he understood why the Taru Giant Tree had nothing to do with this monster, although it had huge spiritual power, the means and skills it used were almost non-existent. When encountering those spiritual creatures and alien gods, it can still rely on its huge spirituality to suppress, but all this does not work when it is put on the chaos monster, Taru's spirituality is like a weak mist in front of it, although it is everywhere, it is not condensed, and it will be dispersed as soon as it is blown.

Zhang Yu thought to himself that purely spiritually speaking, he could not compare to this chaotic monster.

But the good thing is that this kind of thing doesn't have any intelligence, just acting on instinct, and he is not alone now, and the main pressure has been borne by the Tharu Giant Tree.

His eyes fell on the jade flute, as long as the jade flute can be broken, this thing has lost its attachment, only pure spirituality, then it will become a sourceless water, there is no need to defeat it below, as long as its spirituality is exhausted, then it can be destroyed.

Thinking of this, he used his own spirituality to communicate with the Taru Giant Tree, asking it to draw the monster's attention as much as possible later, so that he could have a good chance to make a move.

After the communication was finished, he let go of the branches, and the scene in front of him disappeared.

He stared at the jade flute, if this thing had been an old cultivator, then the tenacity might have been completely beyond his imagination, and if he wanted to destroy it, he would have to do everything he could.

He took a slow breath, reached out, grasped the hilt of the sword, slowly pulled the Xia Sword out of the scabbard, raised it horizontally in front of his eyes, and then condensed his spiritual energy on it.

After a moment, the blade trembled slightly, and then a stream of light emerged from him and flowed into it.

Gradually, the blade of the sword lit up little by little, becoming brilliant and impossible to look at, and it was a few breaths in the past, but the light converged inward, no longer emitting outward, just looking at a glimmer of light.

At this moment, he felt that his spiritual will had become extremely condensed, as if he had completely devoted himself to the sword body, and the sword and his mind seemed to have completely merged together, and they were no longer separated from each other.

He could feel the sword cheering, as if one step further would lead to some kind of transformation.

The white-clothed Taoist suddenly turned his head at this time, the black smoke in his eyes shrank, and the whole person sat up, as if sensing the threat and was about to attack him.

But at this moment, all the branches and leaves of the Taru giant tree shook, and there was a loud noise, and a hurricane seemed to usher in the dense forest, and the huge spiritual power that it had originally shrunk burst out at once, pressing down like ocean waves!

The body of the white-clothed Daoist flickered violently, and in an instant, if it disappeared, it appeared again, like an unreal phantom.

Zhang Yu moved Xia Jian away from the front at this time, looked ahead, and then walked towards the monster, at first he walked very slowly, but as he gradually approached it, his speed gradually became faster, and finally with a slight footstep, he raised his sword high, and took advantage of a swing!

The white-clothed Daoist couldn't move at the moment, but it didn't mean to dodge, and Zhang Yu's blow didn't come at its body, but an extremely accurate sword on the jade flute!

Rumble!

Zhang Yu lost his mind slightly, and found himself standing on the edge of a surging river, countless waves were rolling in it, the peach blossoms on the opposite bank were dotted, the clouds were surging and foggy, not far away, the white-clothed Taoist stood under a willow tree, blowing the jade flute, Xiao Sheng was nostalgic and nostalgic, and the artistic conception was far away.

After a while, he put down the jade flute and asked abruptly, "Dao, where is the Dao?

Zhang Yu stepped to his side, looked at the picturesque scenery in front of him, and said, "Yu is also looking for it." ”

The white-clothed Taoist laughed, lifted the jade flute, his eyes were full of tenderness, and said: "This is given to me by a woman when I was eighteen years old, more than 100 years of practice, she will never give up, I have a lofty heart, and I will cross with the boat to educate sentient beings for Tianxia and open the way in the wilderness, she said that when I go back, I should go down, but now I can't promise." He slowly handed over the jade flute, "Fellow Daoist, you can send it back for me." ”

Zhang Yu stretched out his hand, only to feel that his hand sank, and caught the jade flute.

The white-clothed Taoist looked into the distance, his clothes fluttering, and sighed: "I really want to take another look at Tianxia." ”

Ping!

It was as if a mirror was shattered, and the scene in front of me was scattered one by one.

Zhang Yu still maintained the posture of striking out with a sword, and then heard a crisp and subtle sound, and the cracks on the jade flute spread, and then the pieces shattered and fell to the ground.

He looked up and saw the white-clothed Taoist standing there, his eyes clear, his expression warm and peaceful, smiling at him slightly, and then drifting away with a gust of breeze.

He put the sword back in the sheath, glanced at the ground, stretched out his hand, and picked up the fragment of the jade flute printed with the word "Xiao Hansheng".

The Tharu Tree conveyed a burst of joy to him, and several tangled branches fell down together,

Zhang Yu walked up, and as the branches were twitched, his gaze slowly raised, and after a long time, he came to the canopy, stepped out, and stood still in the thick crown leaves.

The thick fog in front of him slowly lifted, and a huge lake appeared in the eye.

That is the last boundary before going to the Forsaken Land, and when you get there, you can find your way to the Forsaken Land with the spiritual emotions of the master of the secret scroll.

It's just that at this moment, he thought of the white-clothed Daoist, but he couldn't help but think that although those predecessors who went to kill the alien gods died on this foreign land and never returned, they should also want to go back to Tianxia in their hearts.

He looked into the distance, and the Xia Sword in his hand made a soft sound.

Rest assured.

I'll take you back.

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