Qingyu Zhenren is not a fool, as early as when Yang Junshan appeared with a stone mace in his hand, he had already noticed that the one in Yang Junshan's hand was almost two-thirds broken, and only the stone mace close to the handle was left, which could make Yang Junshan have the courage to reappear after the defeat, obviously Yang Junshan had great confidence in the stone mace in his hand.

Qingyu Zhenren sneered secretly, what if the stone mace body is a high-grade treasure weapon, even if the power is strong, there is still a few percent of the power left when the body is broken by two-thirds, not to mention whether a monk in the Jugang Realm can control a high-grade treasure weapon is still a question.

However, if this magic weapon was in his hands, Qingyu Zhenren secretly thought to himself, if it was really a high-grade treasure, even if it was broken by two-thirds, its power would be above his natal magic weapon Crystal Jade Long Whip.

Rao is a real person from a famous family, and he is used to seeing many treasures, so it is inevitable that his heart will be hot at this time.

As far as he knew, even those Daoist ancestors in the cultivation world, at least more than half of them were still holding mid-to-high-grade treasures, and the monks in the late stage of the True Human Realm usually used only middle-to-lower-grade treasures, which still referred to those sect monks, and even if the rest of the monks were cultivated, the magic weapons in their hands might only be spiritual weapons.

At this time, Yang Junshan is like a treasure boy in the eyes of Qingyu Zhenren!

Despite this, the prudence cultivated over the years has made Qingyu Zhenren still not lose his mind, and at the moment of his shot, he is the treasure magic power of heaven and earth, and it is also the most powerful and the most skilled of the three treasure magic powers practiced by Qingyu Zhenren, vowing to torture and kill Yang Junshan after he was captured!

The previous hesitation almost caused Yang Junshan to lose his life, but to escape and lose the natal magic treasure Mountain Junxi, Yang Junshan was even more unwilling, when did he suffer such a big loss?

However, the shape is stronger than people, and the absolute strength displayed by the other party's Tiangang Realm cultivation is not at all what Yang Junshan can compete with now, no matter how unwilling he is, he has to swallow it at this time, and he can't lose his life for this!

"Actually, it's not like there's no way to take back your natal magic weapon!"

A voice suddenly appeared in Yang Junshan's spiritual sense, almost startling him, but he immediately reacted, talking about the pangolin who had been sleeping under the stone gong on the dantian hill.

"What can you do?"

Yang Junshan settled down, and his spiritual sense turned into words to communicate with the pangolins in the dantian.

The pangolin stretched out on the hill and said, "It's easy, just kill him!"

When Yang Junshan heard this, he almost had the urge to kill it first, and said, "If you can beat it, you still need to escape?"

"Isn't there still me!"

The pangolin rolled on the ground, shook its head, and seemed to be much more energetic.

"You?" Yang Junshan's spiritual sense circled around the stone gong, and asked in a skeptical tone, "It's all like this, can you still move?"

It's not that Yang Junshan didn't take the initiative to communicate with the pangolin, but this guy has either been asleep, or he loves to ignore him, and he is perfunctory to him.

Shi Gong had obviously been refined by Yang Junshan, but he was refused to be controlled by the machine spirit, which made Yang Junshan somewhat unacceptable.

Sometimes, Yang Junshan didn't have the idea of trying to forcibly control the stone mace, but this pangolin always rolled his eyes and replied: "As far as your cultivation is concerned, if you don't take the initiative to cooperate, how can you control it? Unless you advance to the Tiangang Realm in the future, I can't even think of taking the initiative to cooperate with you." ”

The pangolin rolled his eyes again and said: "If it weren't for the fact that the quality of the Jiuren Zhengang you boiled was really mellow, even if I took the initiative to cooperate with you to control the magic weapon body, I'm afraid I would be tired and make you vomit blood, don't worry, you just have to go back, this time I will personally go out, and you only need to use all the magic powers you used before to ensure that you can beat him down!"

Yang Junshan frowned and asked, "How do you know that the Origin Gang Qi of my cultivation is Nine Hundred True Gang?"

Pangolin said: "Don't worry, my body has been refined by you, if I really want to think of anything, I will definitely not hide it, as for Jiu Qian Zhengang, if it weren't for this, I wouldn't have recognized you as the master at the beginning, and let you refine the body." ”

"So, why did you take the initiative to make a move this time, you know, your body has lost two-thirds, and it is not easy to accumulate vitality, once you make a move, I am afraid that you will fall into a deep sleep again. ”

The pangolin said: "The big cat bred in your natal magic weapon is very interesting, staying here for so long, it is better to find a little friend to chat and talk with than to be lonely and boring!"

You are a machine spirit who understands the loneliness of farts!

Although Yang Junshan still didn't fully trust the pangolin, he somehow did follow what it said, and a retreat spirit technique returned to the place where he had fought with Qingyu Zhenren before, and the broken stone mace was also held in his hand.

As soon as Qingyu Zhenren made a move, he used the treasure weapon in his hand as a guide to form a treasure magic net!

"Smash, just inject your strongest supernatural power and the Nine Thousand True Gang of your whole body into my body!"

Shi Gong was abandoned by Yang Junshan, and the nine Zhen Gang who were circulating around him were almost emptied in an instant, even with Yang Junshan's current strong body, he couldn't help but feel weak for a while at this time.

A pillar of light suddenly shot out from the broken part, forming a quadrangular prism about two feet long, which looked very similar to the stone mace itself, which seemed to be the complete body of the stone mace.

And then the world changes color!

Different from the earth-shaking printing of the hand, the kind of general feeling that only brings the opponent the sky is collapsing, but what makes changes at this time is the vision of heaven and earth that everyone can see!

The huge four-prism pillar of light rose into the sky, and the clouds in the sky were pierced, and from a distance, it seemed as if a huge hole had been pierced in the sky!

Everything is quiet, and there seems to be only this pillar of light that rushes to the sky between heaven and earth, and all the qiē seem to have lost their luster in front of this broken stone gong!

Qingyu Zhenren's Tianluo Earth Net was like paper paste, torn off like a decay by the time that fell, and the third pure guardian treasure magic power cultivated by Qingyu Zhenren, the "Wansen Barrier", which ranked second and seventh on the supernatural power list, was directly knocked open a hole, and went straight to his Heavenly Spirit Cover.

Qingyu Zhenren's face had already lost its color at this time, and in a hurry, he threw out the natal magic weapon crystal jade whip, trying to wrap around the stone mace, thus pulling the smashed stone mace body aside.

However, at the moment when the crystal jade whip went up, this treasure seemed to have encountered great fear, and only dared to make winding movements around the perimeter of the stone mace, but it resolutely refused to approach.

The speed of the stone mace did not decrease, and it still smashed into his Heavenly Spirit Cover.

Qingyu Zhenren's originally pale face was already blue at this time, and he saw that he bit the tip of his tongue hard, and a mouthful of essence blood spurted out, and shouted: "Luo Weaving, disease!"

The body that originally looked as white as jade was flushed with a layer of blood red, and the crystal jade whip finally overcame its fear of Shi Gong and wrapped itself around Shi Gong's body.

However, before Qingyu Zhenren showed a slightly relaxed color, an Origin Zhengang suddenly stretched outward from the top of the stone mace's body, and in the sound of "squeaky quack", the crystal jade whip was almost about to break as soon as it approached the stone mace's body.

Qingyu Zhenren's face had turned purple at this time, he recalled the long whip in front of him, but he was directly sent flying; he tried his best to dodge, but the pillar of light of the stone gong followed; he held up the talisman qi, but it was broken like a soap bubble; he raised his arms, and his arms were broken; he opened his mouth in fear to shout, but the heavenly spirit cover was suddenly broken, and the red and white flowed through, leaving only full of fear and consternation fixed on his face.

Shi Gong flew back upside down in an instant, and then disappeared into Yang Junshan's body.

Yang Junshan looked at the scene in front of him in a daze, seemingly expressionless, but in fact he was stunned!

A monk from the Tiangang Realm actually fell into his own hands like this!

Until now, Yang Junshan could hardly believe that this qiē was true.

"Hey, hey, don't make a mistake, I made a big effort to kill the Tiangang Realm monk this time, and you alone can't be his opponent no matter what!"

One sentence made Yang Junshan sober up, but then his legs were weak and he almost fell to the ground, and most of the Origin Gang Qi left in his body and in the dantian was almost hollowed out, and at this time he was almost equivalent to a soft-footed shrimp.

"How are you?"

Although Yang Junshan's body was greatly consumed, it did not hurt the origin, and it only took three or two days to completely recover, but the original crystal color of the stone mace's body seemed to be much rougher at this time, and the machine spirit pangolin also looked illusory, far less vivid than before.

"Of course, it's a big injury to your vitality, you must know that this time it's a Tiangang Realm monk who is killed, I'm afraid you'll have to rely on yourself for a while in the future, and if you encounter such a thing again, it's impossible to sacrifice me!"

The pangolin's answer was not only weak, but also the eyes were fighting when he spoke, as if he would fall asleep at any moment.

"No, I'm going to sleep for a while...... , remember the origin of the gang...... , pregnant and nourishing ......"

Yang Junshan gasped fiercely on the ground, and then slowly stood up with a tree beside him, and walked towards the corpse of Qingyu Zhenren, and not far from his corpse, the broken natal magic weapon under the treasure weapon crystal jade whip was almost weathered into powder at this time.

Yang Junshan burned the corpse of Qingyu Zhenren into ashes with a fire, but the spirit silkworm magic robe he imagined did not remain, and it obviously also disintegrated by itself when Qingyu Zhenren fell.

Yang Junshan felt great regret in his heart, so he had to leave all his hope on the huge wrench left in the fire.