"Brother Yun, this divine soul is really weird, it is the power of the divine soul that can only be stripped and refined at the beginning of the distraction period, although the divine soul itself is relatively fragile, but if you want to cause damage to the divine soul, in addition to using a magic weapon that specializes in fighting the divine soul...

The heaven-given innate Xuanhuang Qi in Brother Yun's body can also suppress one or two. I have a magic weapon here, called the Soul Suppression Flute, wait for my first move later, I will draw the attention of this divine soul, and Brother Yun will take the opportunity to cut off its arm that can manipulate space first. ”

Cheng Xiang turned his head to look at Yun Chu'an's gaze very firmly, and continued to use sound transmission to preach to Yun Chu'an, and Yun Chu'an nodded secretly when he heard it, just waiting for the time to be ripe, and quickly took action to suppress this shocking spirit.

For the sake of safety, Cheng Xiang even transmitted the secret to several other monks with names and surnames, and secretly united to suppress this Zhang Zhen.

"Sect Master Zhang, thinking that 10,000 years ago, you were also a well-known leader of the righteous path in this Northern Continent, and you were the target of countless juniors, why did you fall into such an abyss so obsessively?" Cheng Xiang's tone revealed a little admiration, and he said.

As soon as Cheng Xiang's words came out, Zhang Zhen was slightly stunned, as if he was recalling the memories of 10,000 years ago, but in just a flick of his fingers, the blood-red light in his eyes reappeared, and the cold voice came out again.

"Truly, awrely. Or you kid can talk. As soon as Zhang Zhen's spirit was scattered, he disappeared, and then came behind Cheng Xiang, put his hands on his shoulders, and said slowly to Cheng Xiang's ears.

"What about the Sect Master of Langya, even if it is the Lord of the Holy Land? Under the supreme immortal power of the Lord of my Demon God, it is all in vain. These 10,000 years have passed, you look at the countless immortal cultivators in the world who have embarked on the road against the sky, although the talents of the heavenly demons have come out in large numbers, but how many people have really ascended?

Among the billions of living beings, I think that there are only a few hundred people who have ascended in the past 10,000 years, right? Most of these ascended people are some old immortals whose potential is about to be exhausted, and even if they reach the immortal realm, they are the lowest level of existence. What are the happy words of such a path of cultivating immortals?

And then how can the power of my demon god lord be measurable by people in the lower realm, a drop of immortal demon blood left in the mortal world can cause such a monstrous might, and the ancestor I can wave my hand to kill those supreme elders of the original sect who have cultivated to a high level by just absorbing one-ten-thousandth of the blood of immortals and demons, and this kind of strength is something that ordinary people can imagine at will?

If it weren't for the fact that the blood of this immortal demon was sealed with the sect as the core, and if it weren't for the fact that the potential of this physical body was approaching and constantly decaying, the ancestor would have absorbed it a long time ago and went to the upper realm to pursue my master.

Boy, seeing that you are an understanding person, the ancestor will give you a chance, kneel down and surrender to the ancestor, and make a vow of heaven and earth, the ancestor will spare your life, let you follow the ancestor around, and take you to see the real power of immortals and demons!"

Zhang Zhen's words came slowly, and there was a faint sound of confusion that hooked people's hearts, and one or two monks who were unstable fell into endless struggle and contemplation under this Zhang Zhen's words.

And that Cheng Xiang stood still for a long time, looking confused and ignorant, and that Zhang Zhen was even more hot at this time, constantly snuggling up to his ear to fan the flames, and constantly seducing and tempting Cheng Xiang to make a vow of heaven and earth.

This heaven and earth Taoist heart oath is the most solemn and serious oath, with heaven and earth as evidence, once issued, it is irreversible, if it is violated, it will suffer the punishment of heaven and earth, and the punishment of heaven will be sent down, and the body and mind will be destroyed in an instant, and they will never enter reincarnation.

Seeing that Cheng Xiang's face first changed from a confused face to a look of sudden realization that his doubts had been solved, Yun Chu'an secretly said that it was not good, and hurriedly spoke: "Brother Cheng! Don't! Wake up!"

This Cheng Xiang won't really wrap himself in, right?

Just when Cheng Xiang blocked Zhang Zhen's sight behind his back, and was about to kneel down with his legs, Cheng Xiang's eyes were clear, and he turned his hand and took out a slender flute, from which a long and clear flute sound came out, and a wave vein visible to the naked eye went towards Zhang Zhen's soul.

"It's now!" Yun Zhi'an said secretly, and then stepped forward in a few steps, frantically operating the aura in his body, and summoned the innate Xuanhuang qi in the dantian to gather on his left hand, and swept towards the third arm behind Zhang Zhen.

The signal had been issued, and several other monks had their martial arts at the same time, pinching the magic tricks of different colors and streamers, and struck towards the shock.

"Hehehehehehe... What is the fear of this kind of carving insect skill ancestor?" That Zhang Zhen saw everyone coming, he was not afraid, and he did not have the slightest sign of being controlled by the soul flute, the clouds floated lightly in the air, and these martial arts still attacked his body.

"Oh no! he still has a formation to protect this soul!"

The sound of the flute that went away did not disturb Zhang Zhen's soul in the slightest, and after a few breaths, it was impossible to make any sound, no matter how Cheng Xiang manipulated it, it was useless, and even forcibly, there was an incomparable force attacking, and there were many cracks on the flute of the soul in an instant, and the hand of a few breaths was directly turned into countless small fragments and scattered to the ground.

And everyone's several martial arts struck on that Zhang Zhen, all passing through it and the previous one, no wonder this Zhang Zhen was so fearless.

"The divine soul is fragile, and I am afraid of the magic weapon that can deal with the divine soul, how could I not think of it, Ancestor? Ahh What kind of power is this!"

Zhang Zhen's soul looked triumphantly and despised these ants who were constantly struggling before death, and enjoyed it a lot, but as soon as he was halfway through the words, he only felt that he had a sharp pain in his back, and his soul was even darker, swaying and a little scattered.

It turned out that Yun Chu'an's attack came a little later.

The fist wind full of mysterious innate Xuanhuang Qi struck, and such a high concentration of Xuanhuang Qi was also the first time that Yun Chu'an tried his best, and under such power, it crushed and shattered all the space he passed, pointing directly at the back of that shocking soul.

Xuanhuang's qi actually had a supreme effect on the divine soul, which Yun Chu'an did not expect.

I saw that the thick yellow mist-like yellow qi was attached to the third arm behind him like a maggot attached to the bone, like an ordinary object encountering a very corrosive acid, and it was constantly corroded by it.

Although this Zhang Zhen's cultivation is incomparably heavenly, this divine soul is naturally extremely powerful, but after 10,000 years of suppression and sealing, the strength is insignificant, even if it is the cultivation of the Yunzhi Anjie Dan period, but thanks to the wonderful effect of the Xuanhuang Qi, it hurt Zhang Zhen's divine soul for a while.