"Poor Dao never dares to think like this" Yan Feiqing said calmly, "Your Excellency is a master of the immeasurable realm of heaven and man, in other times, Poor Dao Wan is not an opponent, but today Your Excellency can exert a few percent of your cultivation, thirty percent, or fifty percent?"

The old man's face changed slightly, he never expected that his own background would be peeped through by the younger juniors. The reason why he handed over the unfinished "Nine Sons and Mother Heavenly Ghosts" and the two large arrays to the hands of the Taoist Fenglouzi was because he was at the critical moment of casting the spell at this time, and he couldn't tell the background, so he had to appoint the Taoist to protect the Dharma for him, who would have thought that the Taoist was so unhelpful, it was actually destroyed a heavenly ghost, so that the old man in Tibet had to drive this external incarnation to clean up the mess in addition to heartache, since it is an incarnation, it is naturally not comparable to the deity, although this incarnation is made up of the remains of three Returning to the True Realm Grandmasters, and it is "pure yin corpse fire" After refining for 7749 days, it is almost comparable to the body of the great master of the Heavenly and Human Realm, but because the spirit and flesh cannot fit perfectly, it can only give full play to about 30% of the deity's cultivation, that is, between Yan Feiqing and Yan Feiqing.

It was precisely because there was no 100% chance of winning that the old Tibetan man said so many words to the two, intending to move out of the identity of the great master of the Heavenly and Human Realm, so that the two juniors would retreat without a fight, but what he didn't expect was that these two juniors, one was Yan Feiqing, the current leader of the Shaoxuan List, and the other was Li Xuandu, the former leader of the Shaoxuan List, not only failed to scare the two, but was seen through by the two of them.

The old man squinted his eyes, the faint smile on his face was a little penetrating, and he asked, "Yan Feiqing, how did you see through it?"

Yan Feiqing waved his sleeves and helped Li Xuandu break the "ghost press bed" on his body, and said with a light smile, "The Taoist named Fenglouzi before has already said that his ancestor is performing a spell and cannot be disturbed. Secondly, Brother Zifu's sword is also a temptation, if the old man is here, there is no reason why he can't dodge. In addition, your great name, Poor Dao has heard of it, and it can be summed up in the words 'cruel and domineering', and it is easy to kill people, but when I saw it today, Your Excellency has a good temper and is willing to talk to us a lot, so Poor Dao thought a little more. ”

Li Xuandu, who was finally able to breathe, said, "There is another point, as soon as Your Excellency appeared, he immediately killed Feng Louzi, not without the intention of standing up, so that we can be afraid and retreat, otherwise there is no need to rush to kill a master of the innate realm directly, and judging from the reaction of that Feng Louzi, it is also completely unexpected, obviously in his opinion, destroying a heavenly ghost is not a crime to death, so what is the reason why Your Excellency temporarily changed your attention and wanted to put a master of the innate realm to death?" After all, the old Tibetan man who can rank fourth on the Taixuan list will not be a 'madman' who only knows tyranny and killing, and then think of your Excellency's good temper later, the contrast between before and after is so great, so I have a bold guess. ”

The old man smiled flatly and said, "It seems that the reason why the two of you have become the top figures on the Shaoxuan List is indeed a little reasonable, but the old man underestimates you." ”

Li Xuandu said calmly, "When I was young and frivolous, I provoked countless enemies in Jiangbei, and I also experienced many days of outlaw life, not the kind of pedantic person who does not know how to change, if Your Excellency is here, facing a heavenly and immeasurable realm, Brother Xuanji and I will naturally try our best to escape from this place, not to be able to do it for a while, in order to plan for the future." ”

The old man smiled, "Even if the old man only has the cultivation of the True Realm at this time, what if the old man still has four heavenly ghosts and two formations, do you think the old man will be as useless as that waste in the Feng Louzi?"

Yan Feiqing said softly, "Your Excellency wants to delay time and wait for the deity to complete the evil art as soon as possible, so that he can rush to the aid of this place as soon as possible?"

The old Tibetan man who was seen through his mind again finally had a little annoyed and angry, the two big sleeves waved, and there was a hula sound between the sleeves, flying out of the white expanse, countless miserable white paper money, accompanied by the whistling wind surging, for a time the paper money was like rain, filling the sight, like countless white butterflies, and it was like the scene of the rich and noble family at the funeral with paper money to open the way.

The voice of the old man came out from behind the heavy paper money, "The matter has come to this, I will explain it to you, the old man has traveled all over most of the northwest and half of the small half of the Jiangnan, and finally gathered nine people who have committed the crime of heaven, this is the last one, you want to spoil the old man's good deeds, then don't blame the old man for thinking about one or two with you, it's a big deal to fight but this incarnation doesn't want to, and also separate from you two juniors!"

Li Xuandu's figure swept back, first with the "Golden Fist", and then into the "Jade Ding Palm", the fists and palms came out together, the qi was like the wind, and the paper money was scattered by the qi machine, but it did not fall to the ground, flying along Li Xuandu's palm wind, if there was spirituality, it entered the gap.

Li Xuandu was not impatient, but he was unhurried to resist paper money.

On the other hand, Yan Feiqing's side was much more powerful, he directly grabbed a spirit rune with two fingers, just a slight flicker, the spirit rune turned into countless flames, wrapping his entire palm and half of his arm, but without hurting his skin and sleeves, Yan Feiqing just kept waving his hand, and then burned the paper money that was rushing to him into ashes.

The old man's voice was erratic, and he said, "Yan Feiqing, if you can use your body to make an incarnation, you can make the old man exert more than seventy percent of his cultivation." ”

As soon as the words fell, all the paper money suddenly burned on its own, but it was not a crimson flame, but a dark blue flame with a piercing chill, connected into a piece, and it was a sea of fire.

Although after stepping into the three realms of transcendence, the difference between martial arts and Fangshi is not obvious, but after all, there is still a difference, for example, the old sword god in the old Xuanbang is biased towards martial arts, and the old heavenly master is biased towards Fangshi.

Li Xuandu sighed lightly, knowing that it was no longer for him to intervene at this time, and it was not suitable for him to make a move for the time being, so he strangled several "pure yin corpse fires" floating towards him with "Qingjiao" and "Purple Phoenix", and when he stepped a little, his body floated backwards,

Yan Feiqing stood in the sea of fire, and once again stretched out his hand to summon the "Jiuyang Fire Cover", enveloping himself in it, this time it was no longer a fire inside the cover, but several soaring fire dragons were born outside the cover, circling around, making the "Pure Yin Corpse Fire" unable to get close to it.

Yan Feiqing took out a spirit rune from the "Qiankun bag" again, flicked his fingers, and the spirit rune flew out of the "Jiuyang Fire Cover" unimpeded, and then began to burn on its own, and finally turned into a three-zhang long fire dragon, moving forward in a meandering and agile state, like a snake catching mice, strangling the killing machine with the "pure yin corpse fire" coefficient.

After extinguishing most of the blue flames, the fire dragon was already at the end of its powerful crossbow, turning into wisps of green smoke in mid-air, and disappeared with the wind.

After a fight, the two can be said to be between the two of them, but the old man still occupies a favorable location, and there is a "Corpse Refining Array" and a "Soul Refining Array" at his feet.

Looking at the little paper money left, the old man stomped his feet.

It was as if the heavens were shaking.

The next moment, I saw countless defeated and bloodless palms sticking out from the ground, the skin was dry like tree bark, and some could even see the white bones of Sensen, constantly shaking, as if they were trying to grasp something, at first glance it looked like a reed, but if you look closely, it makes people's scalp numb and cold down the back.

If a living person is caught by these palms, they are immediately dragged into the ground and become one of them, a scene that resembles the way of hungry ghosts in Buddhist scriptures, and for hungry ghosts, living people are their most delicious food.

Yan Feiqing knew that it was unrealistic to break the "corpse refining array" presided over by the old man in Tibet in a moment, so he could only start to solve the current crisis first, so he took out a peachwood sword from the "Qiankun bag", named "Vientiane", compared to Li Xuandu's "ghost" that had been destroyed, I don't know how much better, it was said to be made of a piece of peach wood that was 10,000 years old. Yan Feiqing didn't know if that piece of peach wood was really 10,000 years old, but he knew that this peach wood sword had been passed down in the Dazhen Mansion for thirty-six generations, and he was the thirty-seventh generation.

Yan Feiqing held the "Vientiane" and waved the sword lightly, just with the majestic aura on the sword, it made the palms that only stretched out of the ground around him turn into flying ashes.

A solemn look flashed in the eyes of the old man in Tibet, and he didn't know whether he was surprised or envious in his tone, "Zhang Jingxiu is really willing to let go, and even gave you this thing!"

Yan Feiqing didn't say much, just raised his hand, and the "Vientiane" flew out on its own, and then landed in the middle of all palms.

In an instant, the majestic aura was like a green dragon coming out of the water, straight into the sky.

A sword town of mountains and rivers.