"Spirit spirit, head cut armor soldier, left in the south of the fight, right in the seven stars, those who go against me die, those who follow me live, compass Yi open, urgent as the law!" After the white turtle soul disappeared into the clouds, the sloppy old man took out the purple and cyan compass, pinched the trick and recited the mantra, and after doing it with the appearance of a fairy wind and a Taoist magic stick, the purple and cyan light on the compass was great.

The light on the compass went straight into the clouds, although it was extremely faint, but it attracted the attention of the white turtle soul. He pushed aside the clouds and looked down, and when he saw that the light was coming from the compass in Lao Dao's hand, he immediately paid attention.

This compass is a magic weapon that can peek through all his hidden techniques, and it cannot be taken lightly.

"The compass plays heaven and earth, and the immortal refers to the demons. After reciting a spell, Lao Dao pointed at his sword and wiped it on the compass pointer.

"Buzzing ......" As Lao Dao's finger swept over, the pointer on the compass buzzed and vibrate, flashing with a faint jade light.

Although the jade light emitted by the pointer was faint, it tightly attracted the gaze of the white turtle soul, his eyes showed a deep expression, his eyes suddenly widened, and he said in shock: "This is an immortal bone!"

The body of the immortal, the ice muscle and jade bone, the pointer of the compass is made of the bones of the immortal!

"Guided by the fairy bones, no wonder this compass is called the Immortal ......" the turtle soul muttered, paying more attention to it.

After turning the pointer made of immortal bones for a while, it pointed straight to the southeast—it was the direction of Bai Fuzhen's body!

"Some doorways!" Bai Fu Turtle Soul secretly praised, but he didn't panic. What about being able to lock the direction of his departure, the key is to catch up, now his real body has reached more than ten miles away, this old speed is about the same as his real body, there is no reason to be caught up.

"Let's go!" Bai Fu's turtle soul flickered, and he floated towards his true body.

After the turtle soul returned, Bai Fu continued to walk in the wind, all the way in the direction of Dongsheng Divine Continent.

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The sun sets, the mountains are dyed, Bai Fu stands on the top of a cliff, blowing the cool evening breeze, looking at the sunset that fills the western sky, the mood is very happy.

At this moment, a black dot the size of a bean appeared in the west, and the white compound eyesight of the bewitching handsome was excellent, and it was seen at a glance that it was a sloppy old man with a peachwood sword on his back and a red gourd hanging from his waist.

As soon as he saw this sloppy old man, Bai Fu's good mood immediately became extremely bad, and he scolded: "This old bull nose really has perseverance, and he hasn't given up after chasing Lao Tzu for three days!"

It turned out that this was the third day that Bai Fu had met the sloppy old man, and in the past three days, the old man had been chasing him relentlessly. And Bai Fu, who didn't want to fight meaninglessly with the old Taoist who had three true weapons, could only keep moving forward, the deity and the second primordial god cultivated alternately, and the two true elements of ice and fire in his body were replenished and consumed. It's a pity that even so, as long as he stays in a certain place for more than half an hour, this old way will inevitably catch up and annoy him.

"I have a second elemental god, I can take turns with the deity to rest, this bull's nose can keep chasing after it, it's really extraordinary!" Bai Fu lowered his head and pondered for a while, then waved his sleeves, and with a shake of his body, he jumped up and headed towards the east road against the wind.

He decided to get in touch with Lao Dao, he can't kill the other party if he doesn't believe in the dual gods!

Three days later, Bai Fu stood on the stone cliff on the west bank of a mighty river, looking at the mighty yellow river in front of him, and he immediately knew that he had run to the edge of the Yellow River.

"In the past few days, the old cow's nose has been chasing after him tightly, and he has not had time to wander around the human city, and he doesn't even know where he is, what a failure!" Bai Fu sighed, Yinghe stretched his muscles, and his whole body crackled.

He thrust the blood sword into the ground, pressed his hands on the head of the sword, and stood on the stone very leisurely. He decided that he was going to have a fight with the sloppy old road here, and he always followed a tail, and he couldn't enjoy the scenery along the way and enjoy the joy of the journey, which was really uncomfortable.

Although the sloppy old man has three real weapons, Bai Fu also has two primordial gods inside, and he is also a pseudo-Xuanwu holy body, plus the blue blood sword, he is not afraid of the sloppy old way at all. It's just that he is not sure that he will destroy the other party, and he feels that if he fights, he will not be able to get any loot, and it is meaningless.

"You must show some strength, so that the old man with a bull's nose knows the difficulty and retreats!" Bai Fu closed his eyes and recuperated, silently cultivated his sword intent, and was ready to fight.

"Buzzing ......" felt the battle intent in Bai Fu's heart, and the blue blood sword trembled in the sheath, and the sword intent continued to condense.

Half an hour later, Bai Fu, who had been closing his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a sharp aura on his body.

The wind is whistling, and the sloppy old road is coming to the chain of clouds.

With a clang, the blue blood sword came out of its sheath, drawing an arc-shaped sword light, slashing straight towards the sloppy old man who had just stood up.

"When!" Lao Dao felt the sword intent on Bai Fu's body from afar, and he had already prepared, and with a wave of the peach wood sword, he swung away the blue blood sword.

Bai Fu turned around, grabbed the blue blood sword that flew back upside down, stepped forward, and slashed down with a sword.

"Bang!" Gang Qi collided, making a dull gas explosion, and the air waves swept and the streamers flew.

"Hmph!" the sloppy old man snorted, and his body sank suddenly, falling directly to the ground. But he couldn't bear the power of Bai Fu's sword, and was knocked into the dust by it.

Bai Fu is a demon anyway, and most of his body is still a descendant of the divine beast Ao, which is known for his strength. Its strength is far from being comparable to the sloppy old man who is weak in the flesh and has not taken the route of refining the body, and it is completely expected that a sword will fall down, so a sword falls, and Bai Fu immediately follows with another sword.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Bai Fu's sword momentum was continuous, without stopping, but seeing the sword light, Lao Dao was forced to be tired of coping, and he was embarrassed.

Although Lao Dao was embarrassed, he was not flustered, and there were no flaws in the moves for Bai Fu to catch.

If you keep it for a long time, you will lose, and you will be pressed and beaten, and Lao Dao will naturally not let this state continue. As soon as his mind moved, the hairpin on his head flashed, and he stabbed towards Bai Fu's throat.

"Ding!" Bai Fu swung his sword and knocked the hairpin away, and Lao Dao immediately seized the opportunity, flew back, and distanced himself from Bai Fu. As he retreated, he raised his left hand and swiped it on the peachwood sword, and the essence blood full of spirituality flowed out and applied it to the sword.

"Heaven and earth are infinite, Qiankun borrows the law, blood recommends peach wood, and destroys demons and evil. "The old man finished the seal and recited a spell, and the peachwood sword stabbed towards Bai Fu with a snort.

"So fast!" Bai Fu's heart was slightly cold, and the blue blood sword swung, blocking the peachwood sword that shot at it with a bang.

"Woo Woo ......"

Lao Dao took back the hairpin, concentrated on the peachwood sword, and the flying sword soared into the air, as fast as lightning, and only a faint sword light could be seen.

Bai Fu's eyesight couldn't lock the position of the flying sword at all, but he had his own way of dealing with it, he hurriedly danced the blue blood sword, and the continuous sword curtain water couldn't enter, it was just a flying sword with fast speed and little strength, and it couldn't hurt him a snake hair at all.