"Toyoko, come out!"

Zhang Yuanhao's voice was wrapped in strong spiritual power and resounded in all directions, and the layer of gravel on the ground was slightly shaken.

The spiritual sense had long been spread out, carefully searching every inch of land, and soon, Zhang Yuanhao discovered an abnormality.

Just below the hall where the Taoist priests chanted, there was an underground secret room dug out by hand that was more than ten zhang deep, which happened to be on the edge of Zhang Yuanhao's spiritual sense, and it happened to be sensed by his Kankan.

"Come out for me!"

The spiritual power in Zhang Yuanhao's hand surged, and the golden grand sword qi flickered with a sharp aura in the swirling incense smoke clouds, and instantly converged into a three-foot golden sword blade. The blade of the sword did not stop, and with a fierce momentum, it crossed into the secret room under the worship hall.

I saw that there was a faint layer of golden light scattered around the sword blade, and when it waved, the sword blade began to disintegrate from the tip of the sword, and then like a golden horse, it suddenly shattered, and in an instant, it cut the flat ground, and the power was undiminished, swimming towards the ground like a golden python.

"It's coming!"

Soon, Zhang Yuanhao sensed a mysterious and mysterious spiritual power fluctuation, unlike other monks, with their different exercises, the breath revealed fluctuated differently, this person's aura was like a strange black vortex, so that Zhang Yuanhao's spiritual sense that snooped out had no return, and almost all of them were swept away by that breath.

"Demon thief, everyone will be punished!"

The breeze caressed, an illusory figure suddenly solidified, and a pair of old but fiery eyes burned like fire, and it was a monk in the middle of foundation building.

This man was no more than five feet tall, with a pale face, but the wrinkles on his face and the decaying aura emanating from his body had already revealed what little longevity he had left. A lilac crane is added to the body, the round and wonderful patterns on it are obscure and mysterious, the subtle magic circle texture is dense, and a wave of spiritual weapons emanates. And in his hand he held a rough wooden sword, on which were crookedly engraved some bright red strange characters, which was also a spiritual weapon.

"You're Dongyoko!"

Zhang Yuanhao's face was a little solemn. The feeling that this person gave him was much more terrifying than Qi Tianmen Qiu Wenyuan, not only reflected in the spiritual weapons on his body, but also reflected in the pressure that the two put on Zhang Yuanhao. In this way, the former is clearly superior.

"The people in the Demon Dao, wantonly slaughter my Qixia Taoist disciples, the poor Dao will definitely detain your soul and put it in the Taoist temple worship hall to be roasted by the incense of the Taoist power for thousands of years!"

Dongyangzi's spiritual sense moved, and he took in all the tragic conditions of his disciples, his old body couldn't stop trembling, and a hoarse voice came out of his mouth, and his eyes revealed hatred.

Zhang Yuanhao shook his head, turned his hand and took out a long sword with dense scales from the storage ring, it was Qiu Wenyuan's spiritual weapon, this person was just used to make do with it after he was beheaded. This long sword, called Qiushui, is a medium-grade spiritual weapon, and Zhang Yuanhao also happens to be able to urge its power to the fullest.

Seeing Zhang Yuanhao's spiritual weapon in his hand, Dongyangzi's face tightened, and he said something in his mouth, and then picked the thumb of his right hand, cut his index finger, and wiped a blood line on the wooden sword in his left hand.

Phew-

Zhang Yuanhao didn't give Dongyangzi time to react, the Qiushui sword in his hand shook, and Jin Huanghuang's sword qi burst out, slashing towards Dongyangzi not far away.

"Doo!"

Seeing the sword qi flying, Dongyangzi hurriedly accelerated the speed of chanting in his mouth, and then let out a loud shout, the blood line on the wooden sword was hot and shiny, and the entire sword emitted a layer of blood-red luster. Then the wooden sword flew in the air on its own, and shot out under the control of the magic seal in his hand.

"Good Taoism!"

Zhang Yuanhao was happy to see the hunt. As early as when he had not yet built the foundation, he had coveted the method of this kind of imperial envoy flying sword for a long time, and at that time he still wanted to take it from the hands of the outcasts in Fu Jian Mountain, but he didn't want it to backfire.

The blood line flashed on the wooden sword, as dazzling as a ruby, and the strange characters on the wooden sword were also stained with a touch of poignant color under the soaking of the blood line, and suddenly a blood-colored thunder burst out, accompanied by a rumbling thunder, splitting the sword qi to pieces.

"Hurry!"

Dongyangzi's handprint changed, faintly pointing at the wooden sword in the air, and blood-colored thunder continued to be released from it, wandering in mid-air, supplemented by a deafening thunder, and the radius of dozens of miles was shrouded in blood.

"Extraordinary!"

Zhang Yuanhao's face was solemn. He thought that it would not be difficult for him to kill the old Taoist priest of Qixia Taoist Temple with two small high-level spells, but he didn't want to bite a hard bone, this person actually had a small Cheng Dao method on his body, and it seemed that he must also be high-level.

"But...... You're still going to die!"

With a slight clicking sound, a thick layer of gray scabs solidified on the surface of his body, and then, a burly illusory gold armor was covered in the air, like an impregnable city wall, firmly protecting Zhang Yuanhao.

Before the words fell, Zhang Yuanhao's figure turned into a fiery red match, his five fingers were slightly curved, and the golden sword qi bloomed at his fingertips, and he grabbed the figure of Dongyangzi controlling the wooden sword in mid-air.

"Thunder!" Dongyangzi's old face changed color sharply, and he shouted hoarsely.

The blood-colored thunder was intertwined into a thunder net, and the thunderbolt exploded with a crackle, and the thunder snake swam, bluffing, and shot towards Zhang Yuanhao's figure.

Through the illusory golden armor, the thunder net fiercely covered Zhang Yuanhao's body, and suddenly a spark splashed, and more and more blood-colored thunder shot out from the wooden sword spinning in mid-air, slashing towards Zhang Yuanhao's figure.

"Haha, thief, come here!"

Dongyangzi saw that Zhang Yuanhao's figure was drowned by the blood-colored thunder, and couldn't help laughing, the wrinkles on his face stretched out, like a wrinkled chrysanthemum, and the movements in his hands kept stopping, and thunder continued to fall.

"Really......"

A yin voice sounded, Dong Yangzi's laughter stopped abruptly, looking at the constantly enlarged palm in front of him, feeling its extremely sharp Gengjin aura, his face turned pale.

"Not good!"

Dongyangzi slammed up the spiritual power light cover, his body flew out upside down, and he suddenly took out a large handful of talisman seals from the storage ring in his hand, regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one, and threw it towards Zhang Yuanhao.

Fireballs, ice picks, wind walls, and water bombs slammed into Zhang Yuanhao's body in a mess, and all kinds of light exploded, and then Zhang Yuanhao's figure flew out quickly in Dongyangzi's frightened eyes, and the sharp sword qi on his five fingers was still shining with golden light, as if it would turn into a deadly scythe in the next moment.

Finally, Zhang Yuanhao flew to his side against Dongyangzi's indiscriminate bombardment, and his palm instantly grabbed through his spiritual power shield and grabbed straight towards the top of his head.

Airplanes!

Dongyangzi's spiritual weapon crane was like a peacock opening the screen, and countless patterns rotated, forming a crystal barrier around his body, bounce Zhang Yuanhao's hand away.

"Fellow Daoists, slow down!"

Feeling the cold breath above his head, Dongyangzi couldn't help screaming, hoping to suspend Zhang Yuanhao's offensive.