Meng Xuan was really not worried at all in his heart, the monk who had just cut himself off his cultivation was like a strong man, who had just lost a lot of blood, and without a certain period of stability, his body would look particularly weak, and the power that could be wielded might not even reach seventy percent, especially since Meng Xuan had sacrificed the ghost head pot, he didn't plan to keep his hand, and he wanted to use any means.

"Nine Palaces True Sword Box, Lidi Sword!"

Meng Xuan shouted loudly, and with a flip of his palm, the Nine Palaces True Sword Box had already appeared in front of him, and a sword light rushed out.

There are three swords in the Jiugong True Sword Box, Serving Ghosts, Lidi, and Respecting the Heavens, with the Ghost Sword being the most powerful, and the Worshipping Heaven Sword being the strongest, but when injecting spiritual power, the spiritual power required by the three swords is also very powerful, when he was in Yin Qi's hands, he could only inject enough spiritual power into the Ghost Serving Sword, but Meng Xuan's Ten Fingers True Spirit, the spiritual power is strong, but it can inject enough spiritual power into the Lidi Sword with one blow.

Of course, the strongest Heaven Worship Sword is not something that Meng Xuan can control, the spiritual power it needs is too strong, even if Meng Xuan injects all his spiritual power into it, causing his true spirit to wither, I am afraid that he will not be able to meet the needs of the Lidi Sword.

Of course, against Huangjiang Ancestor and the others, the Lidi Sword is also enough.

With a sound of "dang", the pale yellow golden wheel that Huangjiang Ancestor spit out of his mouth was hit by the ghost sword, with a crisp sound, the golden color flew out crookedly under the clouds, and there seemed to be a crack on the wheel, and the Lidi Sword returned to the sword box with a swish, Huangjiang Ancestor was taken aback, and a trace of greed could not help but rise in his eyes, and he stared at the Jiugong True Sword Box.

This Nine Palaces True Sword Box is the spiritual weapon of the Nine Palaces Immortal Sect, and it is naturally not comparable to a small Immortal Sect monk like him.

"The Yellow River Angry Waves ......"

Huangjiang Ancestor didn't care that the golden wheel was cut off. Roar. Then you have to cast your most powerful water method.

When the mantra is pinched. The water essence in the sky was condensed, and the Yellow River was turbulent in mid-air, and it rushed towards Meng Xuan.

However, at this moment, Meng Xuan suddenly rushed towards him, and his left hand pinched a magic trick in his sleeve, and the Great Mourning Seal was pinched up instantly, and the demon appeared out of thin air, and Sen Ran looked at the Huangjiang Ancestor. Huang Jiang Ancestor didn't know how many times he had performed the Proud Dao Method in his life, but he suddenly slackened at this time, and there was a momentary pause, and at this moment, Meng Xuan rushed over.

The Heavenly Ladder footwork was exerted to the extreme, and his body rushed in front of Huangjiang Ancestor like a bolt of lightning in an instant, and the Reverse Sword took the initiative to jump into his hand, and with a backhand, Huangjiang Ancestor's head flew up and was grabbed by Meng Xuan. The head was tied to the waist.

"Impossible...... No way...... How could the old man be defeated at the hands of your little man?"

The True Spirit Realm cultivator would not die immediately if his head was cut off, and the Huangjiang Ancestor was tied to his belt by Meng Xuan. Still shouting loudly, I couldn't believe it, but he had no vocal cords at this time, no sound, only a mouth shape.

This qiē is a long time to say, in fact, he was only born in the lightning and stone fire, the white crane ancestor and the other three people didn't even have time to surround Meng Xuan, the head of the Huangjiang ancestor was already tied to his waist, seeing this scene, the white crane ancestor and the other three were immediately frightened, you must know that among the four people, the cultivation is faintly Huangjiang ancestor is the most, and even he can't beat one face, how can the three of them deal with themselves?

"Fight, the five poison bottles ......"

"Long Feather Sword ......"

"Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda ......"

The three of them all yelled, desperately beating out their most proud spiritual weapon, and even had already made up their minds, if they saw something bad, they immediately withdrew and fled, no longer delusionally thinking of snatching Meng Xuan's spiritual weapon that could change people's popularity.

However, since Meng Xuan had made up his mind to do it, how could he let them get his wish, he also roared, the thunder light around his body condensed, and the power of the thunder light treasure body was destroyed to the strongest, and he directly waved the sword of rebellion and rushed towards the three spiritual weapons, and at the same time threw the red lacquer gourd in the Dongtian Ring into the air, ready to extract the disease in it at any time and punch it into the body of the three people.

"A question about the ...... of the sword"

"The ...... of the Armillary Arts"

"The Great Mourning Seal ......"

In Meng Xuan's roar, he used his supernatural skills one after another to fight against the three ancestor-level masters who had just been cut off from the three-rank cultivation.

It turned out that his idea was correct, the three people who had just cut themselves down on their cultivation couldn't even wave the strength of the second or third grade of the true spirit, their spiritual power was unstable, and the Huangjiang Ancestor was cut off by Meng Xuan as soon as he saw his face, which also greatly shook their minds, and it almost didn't take a few moves, and they wanted to escape, but unfortunately under Meng Xuan's Heavenly Ladder Footwork and Thunder Strike Void Method, they couldn't escape at all, and Meng Xuan didn't even use the disease sealed in the gourd, so he took down the three of them.

One was seriously injured and wilted in the clouds, and the other was cut off half of his body, leaving only the White Crane Ancestor.

"He'er, I've raised you for three hundred years, and it's time for you to be loyal to your ancestors......"

Seeing that the shape was not good, the white crane ancestor shouted, so he patted the white crane's neck, turned around and fled, and the white crane immediately roared, and its sharp claws went straight to Meng Xuan's head, and he actually wanted to stop Meng Xuan's pursuit with his life.

"Flat-haired animals, dare to go wild?"

Meng Xuan drank coldly, raised his palm high, and the red-skinned gourd hanging in the air flew into his hand, and was lifted and smashed by him, learning from the appearance of the drunkard elder, and smashed it on the little head of the white crane, and directly smashed the white crane in a daze, and he couldn't fly, seeing that it was about to be planted down, Meng Xuan grabbed its neck with one hand, and also stuffed it on his belt, and continued to chase forward.

Under his rapid pursuit, the body of the white crane and the head of the Huangjiang Ancestor flew behind him at the same time, looking really shocking.

The White Crane Ancestor's ability to control the sky was average, otherwise he would not have raised such a white crane to travel, Meng Xuan chased after him frantically, but it only took less than half a cup of tea to chase him behind, kicked out, and spewed blood from the mouth of the White Crane Ancestor, and fell to the ground as fast as a piece of wood, but Meng Xuan swooped down again, chased him behind him, grabbed him by the back of his neck and carried him back.

"Here, I promised to catch it for you to play, and I didn't hurt it!"

Meng Xuan returned to the place where he fought, the big golden eagle had been letting off wind outside the smoke of the ghost head pot, and at this time he couldn't wait, and when he saw the white crane thrown by Meng Xuan, he pulled his head and shouted, "Why did you kill me?"

Meng Xuan said: "I didn't get killed, I was stunned!

As he spoke, he turned around and entered the smoke again, and with a wave of his hand, there were flying clouds that lifted the bodies of Huangjiang Ancestor and a few others, Meng Xuan pulled Huangjiang Ancestor's head out of his belt and threw it in front of his body, asking him to recover by himself, and then he took the Ghost Head Pot and the four monks who were completely powerless to resist and fell to a mountain range below, and found a valley to hide.

He caught these four people because there were some things to study, if they were in the air, a black cloud would look from afar, which would easily attract the prying eyes of some righteous people, or it would be better to hide in the valley and be quiet, so as to avoid some unnecessary trouble.

"Senior...... Predecessor...... When I admit it, you can spare us......"

The White Crane Ancestor and the others had already begged for mercy one after another, and even the most stubborn Huangjiang Ancestor had shut his mouth, after all, his head had been cut off just now, and he really couldn't get up, in fact, he had already felt the threat of death just now.

"Even the alcoholic elders refuse to be your seniors, I'm only less than twenty years old, how can I be your seniors? Shut up!"

Meng Xuan snorted coldly, and put away a few complete spiritual weapons on their bodies, in this battle, most of the spiritual weapons on their bodies were destroyed by themselves, and only three or four were left intact, but the power was not great, but with the idea that the mosquito of the big golden eagle is still meat no matter how small, it can be collected, and it will not be wasted, and it is really good to take it away and give it away.

Huangjiang Ancestor and the other four people looked at each other, and they didn't dare to have other thoughts at all.

Of course, they were so honest because they saw that Meng Xuan didn't seem to want to kill them, otherwise, since the head of Huangjiang Ancestor had been cut off by him, there was no need to install it at all, he seemed to be deliberately keeping his life.

Of course, if they knew that what Meng Xuan was going to do to them was more terrifying than killing them, they wouldn't be so honest.

Holding the red-skinned gourd in his hand, Meng Xuan hesitated for a long time, and then flicked a wisp of sick qi into the body of the White Crane Ancestor.

The White Crane Ancestor was kicked off half of his life, and at this time, he was powerless to defend himself with spiritual power, so he could only watch. (To be continued!)

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