"The True Yuan Stage and the True Master Stage Cultivator are in a draw!, this is impossible!" the old man's face was full of consternation, this kind of thing sounded too fantastical.

"To be honest, I don't believe it either, but that's what the book says, and the most glorious example on it is not this time. The old man in the brocade robe said.

"What, is there anything more exaggerated?" the old man was a little dumbfounded.

"Yes, I really saw one, the record is a guy called the True Saint Ancestor of Humanity, it is said that millions of years ago, he was only a cultivator of the True Yuan Period, although he was already a cultivator of the peak of the True Yuan, but after all, he did not succeed in advancing to the real person, but he has already made a great name, with two imitations of the spirit weapon of the Great Luo Lingbao, not to mention the invincible of the same level, it is a real monk, and I have not heard of anyone who can defeat him, this guy is young and ambitious, he is inevitably arrogant, and he is lustful, somehow, for the sake of a beautiful female cultivator, he is actually jealous of the middle stage monk of a true master！”

The old man was dumbfounded, this matter is too ridiculous, he has seen the fat guts, but he has never seen anyone who does not know how to live and die to such a point, so he asked, "What happened later?"

Later, the old monster naturally didn't take the little monk of the True Yuan Stage in his eyes, and made a move to destroy him. And that Humanistic True Saint Ancestor, I don't know whether it is bold or a lack of strings in his head, in order not to lose face in front of the beauties, he actually ignores it, and does not look at the difference between the realms of the two sides, sacrifices imitation spiritual weapons, and fights with the true master stage immortal cultivator. The brocade boy said.

"Ah, what did it turn out of?" the old man asked.

As a result, the Humanistic True Saint Ancestor was beaten half to death, but the old monster in the middle stage of the True Master was not happy, and he was killed to the scum. The brocade boy said.

The old man couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva: "Is this true?"

"It's not clear whether it's true or not, but the words in the classics are conclusive, I think there should be some basis, but the above is also very clear, such a record is also one of the few, firstly, the Mingluan Fairy and the True Saint Ancestor of Humanity are not ordinary people, and secondly, the imitation spirit weapon in their hands is also a top-ranked thing, and the power is no worse than the imitation spirit treasure, and the low-level monks can be driven. The brocade boy said.

"I see. The old man nodded, but even so, such a thing stopped in his ears, and it was still no different from the Arabian Nights.

On the other side, although this market is very lively, it is only one day a year, and when the sun rises the next morning, the immortal cultivators of the human race and the kraken clan will also leave separately.

The originally noisy Guiyuan Island gradually calmed down, and Yuwen Zhouyuan looked at the scattered light "With a flick of the sleeve robe, the small spirit boat flew out.

"Die'er, E'er, we should go back too. Yuwen Zhouyuan said to the two Murong sisters.

"Yes, Master. The two girls nodded obediently, and then got on the spirit boat.

Yuwen Zhouyuan's figure flashed, and it also appeared on it, and a magic trick was played, and the spirit boat was wrapped in blue light, and it shot away like a lightning bolt in front of it.

However, the direction was not to return to Yuntai Island, and the two girls seemed to have been advised, and their mouths were closed, without the slightest intention of asking.

The speed of the spirit boat was not very fast, but it didn't take long for it to become a point of light on the horizon.

Three hours later, the sea breeze blew and the chirping of strange fish came to my ears, and as far as the eye could see, it was barren, except for the blue of the sea water or blue, Yuwen Zhouyuan master and apprentice had come to a strange sea area.

Suddenly, the blue light flickered, and the spirit boat stopped, and Yuwen Zhouyuan turned his head and looked at the void on the left.

"Daoyou has been with me for so long, what do you want, is it time to show up and see me. "Yuwen Zhou Yuan Dao.

"Huh?" the voice of surprise came to the ears, and then the empty place "A flash of inspiration, a warship appeared in sight.

It may be an exaggeration to say that the warship is a little exaggerated, because this flying magic weapon is only a few zhang long, and there is no turret or other magic weapons for attack on it, and the shape is quite similar to that of a dragon, and the bow of the ship is carved with Bai Sensen's teeth.

The most striking thing is that there is some white mist around the ship, which can help him hide his tracks.

Several figures emerged from the cabin, led by the brocade boy who had a relationship with Yuwen Zhouyuan.

In addition, the slave "miscellaneous servants, he carried them with him, and there was a long-bearded old man, who was quite eye-catching, and he was actually an immortal cultivator in the later stage of the true self.

The Kraken clan in various costumes together "has as many as twenty or thirty people."

"You can actually see through the tracks of this dragon boat?" The face of the young man in brocade was full of surprise and surprise, this boat has a hidden effect, not to mention the true master period, even if it is the true self period, it stands to reason that unless you cultivate a spiritual eye type secret technique, it is impossible to see through it.

And the other party is too calm, knowing that he is following behind, he has no fear at all, why can he be so fearless?

Is there anything to rely on, let alone Prince Qiulong, it is the old man in the late stage of the true self, who also flashed with a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face, and released his divine sense, extending it as far as possible.

But within a radius of thousands of miles, not to mention the lurking masters, even low-level immortal cultivators can't find one.

This is really a bit strange, could it be that this guy is bluffing, and his performance in front of him is just pretending to be calm.

"Yes" must be the case.

Prince Qiulong tried his best to find a reasonable explanation for himself, and the thought turned in his mind, and he said with a sneer on his face: "No matter how you find out about Prince Ben, if you want to live, kneel down and kowtow, Uncle Ben is in a good mood, and maybe he can save you a dog's life." ”

"Yes, since Your Excellency said so, then I will definitely drain the soul of Daoist friends in a while. Yuwen Zhouyuan's smiling voice came into his ears, and before the words fell, he raised his hands and shook his five fingers so lightly, and suddenly the surface of his body, the blue light flowed, and the terrifying spiritual power suddenly flowed out of the meridians like a tide......

The smile on Prince Qiulong's face suddenly froze, but he didn't show any panic, he just spoke with a little surprise: "You are an immortal cultivator in the middle stage of the true self?"

No wonder the other party was hiding his cultivation, which can also explain why he was so strong when he was in the Ten Thousand Instruments Pavilion, and he didn't even pay attention to the six million spirit stones.

Fortunately, Uncle Yan came with him this time, otherwise he would have encountered some danger in any way.

Thinking of this, the brocade robe boy couldn't help but sweat coldly, and secretly rejoiced.

However, on the surface, he did not show any discoloration, and what about the mid-stage cultivator of the True Master Stage, at least for now, he could not threaten himself.

When the long-bearded elder saw this scene, his figure flashed, and he came to the side of Prince Qiulong and said, "Young master, don't worry, leave this thing that doesn't know whether it is dead or alive to the old man to deal with." ”

"You?" Yuwen Zhouyuan's gaze swept over the old man: "Whoever comes first is the same, anyway, everyone here doesn't want to go back alive today."

"Dao is friendly and has a big tone, but is there a nerve problem, a mere mid-stage immortal cultivator, he dares to be so presumptuous, the old man will teach you today, how to write one, death, words. ”

As soon as the words fell, Yuwen Zhouyuan's sleeve robe flicked, and an azure orb flew out, about an inch in diameter, and the surface shimmered with a shiny luster.

"Zhenhaizhu. Yuwen Zhouyuan recognized the treasure in the old man's hand at a glance, this thing can be regarded as a unique magic weapon of the Kraken Clan, and it is widely spread.

Unlike other treasures, this thing "is not directly sacrificed to defeat the enemy, but is equivalent to a supporting type of treasure, and holding it in the palm of your hand can greatly increase the power of water-based spells."

According to the different quality of Zhenhai Pearl, the magnitude of increasing power is not necessarily, it is said that some can even be increased several times, and the effect is not inferior to the magic weapon, and even more wonderful.

However, although Zhenhai Zhu can increase the power of water attribute spells, this treasure has an exclusive effect, and it is impossible to use other treasures while using it.

Dongzhou Divine Domain, the major forces are dominant, but Yuwen Zhouyuan has not had much contact with the Siren Clan, let alone the fighting method, and now it is just a matter of measuring the strength of the Siren Clan's monks.

Yuwen Zhouyuan was not in a hurry to make a move, anyway, he was full of confidence in himself, and seeing his arrogant expression, the old man's heart sank, and he faintly felt that something was wrong, but when things came to this point, he was already ready to send it.

A trace of hideousness flashed in his eyes, and he didn't want to talk nonsense anymore, so he raised his left hand and sacrificed Zhenhaizhu to the top of his head, and then there were words in his mouth, and several magic tricks were hit.

"Woo ......" Zhen Haizhu turned around, and then a layer of azure light curtain emanated from above, turning into a huge ball of light, wrapping them and their group, this old monster is quite cautious, not seeking merit but seeking no fault, even in the face of a lower-level immortal cultivator than himself, he will first set up a defense.

And the trick he used was a bit like a high-level defensive spell of the water system, the blue sky curtain, but it was too condensed, and it was not inferior to the magic weapon at all, and it could even be said that it was stronger.

But could it be a hypocrisy?

With a flick of Yuwen Zhouyuan's robe, dozens of sword qi fish swam out, flashing in the wind, and they had quickly skyrocketed.

Then gathered in the middle, a giant sword dozens of zhang long appeared in the line of sight, which was still a little blurry at first, but with the influx of heaven and earth vitality, it quickly became clear and clear.

"Hurry!" With Yuwen Zhouyuan's soft scream, the giant sword flashed, and the surface arc was greatly made, and it crackled and slashed forward.

"This is impossible!" The long-bearded old man changed color, the other party was just an immortal cultivator of the True Monarch Stage who suppressed his strength, and he didn't sacrifice treasures, how could he have such power with the sword qi that he used out of thin air?

However, before the thought could be turned, the giant sword slashed down on the light curtain.

For a while, the light was full of light, and it burst out from the place where the two were connected, although the light curtain was not broken, but the impact on the old man was huge.

You must know that this blue sky curtain, when you cast it, you borrowed Zhenhai Pearl, and it was more than three times more powerful than releasing it with your bare hands, which was enough to compare with the ancient treasure of the defensive attribute, but what the other party used to attack was ordinary sword qi.