Wei Jing saw very clearly, at the last moment, a mirror appeared in the hand of the Eastern Emperor, and it was this mirror that broke the Soul Bell, and then killed Zhuang Buful.

This mirror is also an innate spiritual treasure, and the quality should still be above the Soul Loss Cup.

He touched his nose, the background of the Yin and Yang family and Taoism was really scary, and even the innate spirit treasure was taken out.

The first game of the confrontation between the two families ended with the victory of the Yin and Yang family, losing one of the three immortal swords.

This is also the first Taiyi Golden Immortal to fall in this discussion, and the tragedy makes others jaw-dropping.

The Taoists naturally refused to give up, Zhuang Bucai and Zhuang Buquan's faces were full of grief, only Zhuang Zhou still had his eyes slightly closed and his face expressionless.

"Poor Dao also wants to have a discussion with the Eastern Emperor, but I don't know how dare I. Zhuang Bucai stepped on the stone platform, pointing at the Yin and Yang family, and the killing intent was awe-inspiring.

"The Eastern Emperor has already had a discussion with Brother Zhuang Buful, and I will fight this game. Dongjun stopped the Donghuang, the lotus step moved lightly, swaying his body, stepped out of the Yin and Yang family, and slowly walked up to the stone platform.

She inadvertently turned her head and smiled, seducing all beings, like a blooming plum blossom.

No one knows why Dongjun laughs, in their impression, Dongjun of the Yin-Yang family is a woman who will never laugh, synonymous with death, and I don't know how many monks have died at her hands.

But at this moment, I don't know how many people are fascinated by this smile, and the swaying figure is like a willow fluttering.

Wei Jing smiled bitterly, this woman is always so unpredictable.

"Boom", just like that, the seal unfolded, Daowen burst out with dazzling light, and the small world unfolded, dragging the two of them into it.

In the last game, Zhuang Bucai died because of the light enemy, and this time Zhuang Bucai will naturally not repeat the mistakes of the past.

The first Taoist lost and lost a Taiyi Golden Immortal, if he lost this game, then the Taoist's face would be almost lost.

You can't lose, you have to win.

Zhuang Bucai's heart was roaring, so that his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were full of coldness.

"Boom", raise your hand to make a move, the wind and clouds change color, the sun and the moon have no light, and the boundless power gathers in Zhuang Bucai's palm, the wind and thunder are agitated, making a crackling and popping sound, and a cloud of 100 zhang size is generated out of thin air, rolling up the wind and bringing up the flying sand in the sky.

Zhuang Bucai's palm fell, and the clouds and mist fell from the sky, spreading out, enveloping the space within a radius of 10,000 zhang, and countless electric snakes were roaring, mixed with the wind, slashing in the void, bringing endless ripples.

The clouds are moving in all directions, the wind is sounding on all sides, as soon as Zhuang Bucai makes a move, it is the Dao Law that crosses the sky, catching the wind and catching the thunder, and between the backhands, the strong force impacts the space of the small world again and again.

The tide of the storm came in the blink of an eye, like a tsunami, rolling up thousands of feet high, overwhelming the sky and making people despair.

This is the power of heaven and earth, and the Tao communicates heaven and earth, and this is the monk.

In the face of this violent power, Dongjun did not flinch, he did not even frown, perhaps the only change was that the smile on his face disappeared, the plain veil was gently raised, revealing the corner of his neck, and his snow-white skin was like mutton fat jade.

Dongjun's body rose slowly, the snow-white dress fluttered in the wind, and the two white yarns behind him fluttered, fluttering like a flying Hong, even if it was the Heavenly Palace Fairy Nether, it was not as beautiful as her.

The surging yin and yang air swirled, a pair of jade arms stretched out from her sleeves, and two cold lights flashed from her eyes.

"Yin and Yang Mahamudra. ”

This is also the secret technique of the Yin and Yang family, both hands form a huge mudra on the chest, and in an instant, the Yin and Yang mudra is immediately formed, the yin and yang qi are entangled, and the big mudra tears everything apart.

As soon as she moved her hands, boundless power emanated, and the Yin and Yang Great Mudra soared again, like the power of opening the heavens, and the furious smoke cloud split into two from the middle.

As soon as her hands were together, two streamers, one black and one white, converged together, turning into a huge blade the size of a hundred zhang, and the terrifying edge swirled, and the head was cut off.

Gathering qi into a blade, although it is illusory, its power is no different from that of ordinary divine soldiers, and it is even more terrifying.

The magic trick in Dongjun's hand changed again, and suddenly, dozens of huge qi blades fell, tearing open the air and completely blocking Zhuang Bucai's surroundings.

This is a spectacular scene, in a small world, a violent hurricane brought by the air blade, the sky is completely open, the earth is torn apart, and the smoke clouds are torn into pieces.

The dust in Zhuang Bucai's hand skyrocketed ten million times, like a heavenly river pouring back, the silver horse training swept from the sky, and all the qi blades were scattered by the dust.

He made a sword finger with his left hand, and the flying sword on his back came out of its sheath, instantly shooting out thousands of sword qi, converging into a bright and flickering torrent of sword qi, roaring towards Dongjun to kill.

"Boom", Dongjun's face did not change, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and the yin and yang qi wrapped around his body were agitated, turning into a huge yin and yang fish, killing countless sword qi.

Both of them are monks of Taiyi Golden Immortal, and they have been able to attract the power of heaven and earth to fight with all their might, and the destructive power caused is extremely terrifying.

The sealing barrier of the small world was shaking, the earth was beaten out of the ravine, the volcano erupted, the red magma flowed out of the thousands of feet deep underground, and the sky was filled with dark smoke clouds.

The dragon roared, and the magma spread out in just a few breaths, engulfing countless lands like the most ferocious beasts, wreaking havoc across the world.

The space trembled, and countless spatial ripples erupted from the place where the two collided, spreading out in all directions.

The sky dome seemed to be torn open by a huge crack, the sky was full of yellow sand, and a layer of yellow sky covered the sky of the small world, and the wind was blowing, and the lightning was thundering.

And with the condensation of the way of yin and yang beside Dongjun, above the nine heavens, in the endless starry sky, thousands of stars are flashing dazzling light, one side is the scorching sun hanging, and the other side is indeed dazzling starlight.

The sky is divided into two colors, and the earth moves and the stars move.

The way of yin and yang hooks the starry sky, resonates with thousands of stars, and leads the immeasurable starlight to fall into the small world.

At this time, Zhuang Bucai's situation was very dangerous, Dongjun's cultivation was even stronger than that of Donghuang, he had been pressed and beaten, and the humiliation in his heart could be imagined.

Two figures shuttled through the sky, bringing a violent wind, tearing the heavens and the earth, and the two qi of yin and yang and sword qi were entangled.

Yin and Yang fish and whisk collide again and again.

Zhuang Bucai's mana surged, and the flying sword in his hand kept slashing out, but slowly, he had already begun to decline.

Wei Jing is not worried that something will happen to this woman, he has already left a back hand, and this Taoist Three Sword Immortal is probably still losing one.

Under the dim sky, Dongjun was slim, her palm turned over, and a bronze oil lamp appeared in her palm, officially destroying the soul.

She silently recited the magic in her heart, and in an instant, the runes around the Soul Destroying Lamp burst into dazzling light, and the immeasurable starlight was pulled and turned into a whirlpool and poured into the lamp.

"Huh", a high-pitched beast roar, and then the soul extinguishing cup was ignited, and the flames condensed into a huge golden crow, with three legs in the air, wings instigated, and rolled up the flames in the sky to cover the sky.

"How can the Soul Slayer Bowl be in your hands?" Zhuang Bucai said in surprise, his eyes full of fear.

At this moment, the golden crow that covered the sky and the sun had already come to the sky above him, and then opened his mouth to swallow his whole person into his stomach, and the flames burned.

Zhuang Bucai is not only respectful, under the burning of the three-flavor true fire, but after a few breaths, it turned into flying ashes, and his soul was extinguished.

After doing all this, Dongjun put away the Soul Destroying Cup, and left directly without looking back, the seal of the small world dispersed, and she fell directly into the camp of the Yin and Yang family.

In this case, anyone can see and understand that Zhuang Bucai has already lost.