I saw a crystal coffin about six feet in size, controlled by Tan Yang's Imperial Object Technique and rotated in the sky above the Black Wind Ridge, with turquoise and crystalline, light and flames shimmering, and dazzling golden light scattered on the Yin Yang Soul Rune Array, and the mountains and fields were shrouded in golden light.

One by one, the dark green Yuan Shen light clusters, like moths to a fire, rolled and were sucked by the golden light, and were successively put into the coffin of the Yuan Jing Soul Nourishing Coffin.

While Tan Yang was casting spells, he actually had time to explain to Zhong Hongying about the use of secret spells and spells, after all, in the future, this Yuanjing Soul Raising Coffin would be lent to her to use.

At this time, dozens of other guard monks who gathered from all directions saw that the situation was not good, and they all screamed and scattered, and fled in all directions, either riding rainbow lights or flying horses!

The golden-eyed eagle clan on the ground has been ravaged for many years, and they have long hated these human monks, eager to eat their flesh and sleep on their skin, how can they let go of this opportunity to take revenge in front of them?

In this way, on the contrary, Feng Wanli's hands and feet were restrained and he couldn't let go of the killing, for fear of hurting his own clansmen.

He simply transformed into a human form, flying against the wind without any reliance, galloping across the country, wounding the guards one by one, leaving the golden-eyed eagles to peck and eat. The guards were all scattered, and they had long lost their fighting spirit, and they fled in all directions while fighting.

Standing on the top of the mountain, Zen Master Zhong Tianshi and Zen Master Wuzhi waved their hands, like hospitable hosts, enthusiastically retaining the monks who were about to escape from the battlefield one by one, leaving them to the gods to vent their anger. These guard monks are in the eyes of the two Yuan Xiang Realm cultivators. Maybe not even a fly.

As the Yuanjing coffin entered one by one Yuan Shen souls, the screams gradually became scarce. One by one, the monks of the guards in the air were torn to pieces by the eagles of the gods and swallowed.

In the end, there was only one old man left. Not running away or fearing, holding a three-pointed ice spirit cold fork with a cold light, fighting tenaciously in the group of carvings, that old man is also a great monk in the Yuanxiang realm!

As the cold light of the ice spirit cold fork in the old man's hand flickered, even the hill where Tan Yang was located could feel a biting chill in the sky! It was worthy of being a great cultivator of the Yuan Xiang Realm, and he was already able to communicate with the free heaven and earth energy.

Those golden-eyed eagles who were fighting around the old man, as long as they were swept away by the cold light, they seemed to be frozen, and their bodies were sluggish and lost their combat power. The wailing fell, and even a few weaker Condors were directly frozen into ice mounds, tumbling and falling from the air like boulders.

Feng Wanli shouted: "Get out of the way!

The golden-eyed eagles around the old man flew away one after another, and the body of a giant eagle left behind shook a few times, and it actually turned into a black-faced man in his fifties, with white hair like snow, rough and fierce, his face was like a knife and axe, and his eyes were deep. Radiating a golden luster, it looks very similar to Feng Wanli in terms of figure, hair color, and appearance, like twin brothers.

The black-faced man said gently, "Wanli, you're finally willing to help me." "He's such a strong body. The voice is thin and gentle, revealing endless vicissitudes and sadness, which makes people have an indescribable sense of weirdness.

The wind is empty, and he kneels on his knees. Howling and crying, the sound shook the valley. The hoarse voice was soaked with creepy pain.

Tan Yang heard this heartbreaking cry, and only felt a piercing chill pierce his nerves like a needle. I couldn't help but burst into tears.

Men in tears, husbands in blood!

Zhong Tianshi and the others were sad, and the eagles in the valley were mourning, sad and distant, making people cry.

Feng Wanli burst into tears and cried: "Brother Yu, I don't know that the clansmen have suffered such a great shame, they are late to come back, and the wind is thousands of miles away from death." After speaking, he bowed his head.

The black-faced man is the concubine of the Condor King Feng Jiutian, the patriarch of the Xingyuan Golden Eyed Condor Tribe Feng Wanyu.

Feng Wanyu is generally talented, relying on the abundant aura and various elixirs in the star abyss, he can cultivate to the Great Perfection of the Six Tribulations, and is preparing to hit the critical moment of the bottleneck of the Seven Tribulations, but he was taken advantage of the void to enter and forcibly seize the cave, and now it is still only the late stage of the Six Tribulations, which is equivalent to the late stage of the Terran monk's Zhenggang realm.

Back then, Feng Wanli, as the son of Feng Jiupeng, the head of the four elders of the Condor Tribe, had a very good relationship with Feng Wanyu and Feng Wanlei, the son of Feng Jiuzhou, and could be said to be a good brother who grew up playing since childhood.

Among them, Feng Wanyu is the oldest, Wan Lei is the youngest, and later Feng Wanyu and Feng Wan Lei are the patriarch of the dispute, Feng Wanli is in a dilemma, Yu Qing and Feng Wan Lei are righteous brothers;

Feng Wanyu also burst into tears, but he was honest and cowardly by nature, and he didn't know what to say when he wanted to say something.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

The old man in Xuanyi, who was standing on the side, saw the hearts of the two enemies swaying, and knew that the opportunity was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and with a wave of his right hand, the three-pointed ice spirit cold fork in his hand emitted a dazzling cold light, shooting towards the wind that was kowtowing down!

Where the cold light passed, even the air seemed to be frozen solid, and the cold tide in the sky overflowed the entire Black Wind Ridge Valley.

On all the mountains, rocks, forests, trees and dead grass, a thick layer of frost instantly condensed, and the Yuan Xiang Realm overhauled it, and the power was so powerful!

At the same time, the old man took out the cold ice pick, the magic weapon he had cultivated for many years, with his left hand, and saw dozens of white lights filling the sky, whistling and shooting out towards the wind! Between the white lights, the snowflakes were flakes, and the cold poison corroded the air with a stinging sound.

The old man in Xuanyi knew that his methods could not help this old monster in the Void Realm, and he just wanted to use the surprise attack to fight for a little chance of escape, so he shot with all his strength, and left with one blow, and shot towards a cave on the west side of the Black Wind Ridge!

As he flew fast, he pointed out behind his back, conjuring up several hundred-foot icebergs, hoping to block them for a while.

The sudden sudden change in the situation on the field stunned everyone present and let out an exclamation!

Feng Wanyu heard the cold whistling sound behind him, knew that something was wrong, and flew up to block Feng Wanli's body!

I only heard a muffled sound on the ground, and the cold light of the Ice Spirit Cold Fork hit Feng Wanyu's back and came out through the body!

Under the agitation of Feng Wanli's heart, he wrapped his left hand, took Feng Wanyu's body aside, stretched out his five fingers, grabbed the cold light and threw it at the ice picks that came to him!

Just listen to dozens of crisp clicks, and countless ice foam and snow chips splashed in the air, which are colorful under the sunlight.

A transparent hole the size of a basin appeared on Feng Wanyu's back, and strangely enough, no blood gushed out, only the crisp sound of clicking, his body quickly became extremely cold, and even a layer of white frost formed on his eyebrows and beard, as if the blood and bone marrow of his whole body were congealed into ice!

Feng Wanli pushed it with his hand, and Feng Wanyu's body was like a fallen leaf in the wind, flying towards the top of the mountain where Tan Yang and the others were.

"Great monk, save my eldest brother!"

Before the words fell, Feng Wanli's body shook, and suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Feng Wanyu was in the air, and shouted with his last strength: "Wanli! That person is Han Yutong, the valley master of Snow Lotus Valley! There is a blood soul tablet in the cave, don't let him start it!"

The Zen Master of Wu Yan had already flown up to meet the wind and rain, and Zhong Tianshi also shot out and chased after Han Yutong. The blood soul tablet is restrained by the blood soul of the Condor tribesmen, and if Han Yutong succeeds, the consequences will be unimaginable.

At this time, Han Yutong was only seven or eight zhang away from the entrance of the cave, he didn't hear the sound of the iceberg breaking behind him, and he couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, and the success of the lucky blow made him even a little proud. As long as you get the blood soul tablet in the cave, it is equivalent to holding the lives of more than 2,000 people of the Condor Tribe, at least you can protect today.

How many Yuanxiang Realm cultivators could easily retreat in front of the Void Realm Overhaul? Proudly, he secretly made up his mind that after escaping today, he would immediately lead the entire Snow Lotus Valley to withdraw from the Xingyuan and die at the end of the world.

Just as Han Yutong was about to enter the entrance of the cave, he suddenly heard a cold snort like ice and snow in his ears!

On the top of the mountain where Tan Yang is located, the Zen master of Wu Anger has already conjured up the golden body Yuanxiang, and the treasure is solemnly sitting on the six-pin lotus platform, surrounded by auspicious light, Rui Hao is a thousand heavy, and the sandalwood practice is faintly sung in Sanskrit, like a righteous and majestic golden body Buddha.

"It's too windy!"

Tan Yang looked at it with a daze, he couldn't imagine that Brahma Prajna Gong could actually cultivate such a mighty treasure appearance, if this appeared in the secular mortal world, it would definitely be exchanged for the worship of all sentient beings!

On the left knee of the Buddha, there stood a white-headed golden-eyed eagle less than a foot in size, with iron claws and steel beaks, and a pair of golden eyes rolling and rolling, reflecting a metallic luster.

Directly in front of the Buddha is the Dharmakaya body of wind and rain.

A huge white-headed golden-eyed eagle, with a body length of more than 20 zhang, wings spread out more than 50 zhang wide, the head and neck are snow-white, and the wings and body are covered with dark chestnut brown eagle feathers.

The breath of the golden-eyed eagle is weak, and the carving is covered with white ice slag, trembling slightly, and the sound of broken ice is all the sound of crushing ice.

The Zen master of Wu Anger made a seal with his left hand, changed his right hand into a palm, and recited the six-character mantra: "Om, ma, what, horn, mi, huh!"

I saw that in the palm of his almost transparent right palm, a golden Buddha light emitted from it, and it was so great that it shot into the wound of the golden-eyed eagle.

In an instant, a trace of white gas emerged from the wound of the Condor, which was emitted into the air and turned into ice cubes, which suddenly fell to the ground.

These white qi are the cold poison that the Ice Spirit Cold Fork punches into Feng Wanyu's body, and it is extremely poisonous, enough to freeze the stone into powder. If it weren't for the wind and rain and the six tribulations of cultivation as a hard support, ordinary people would have become powder.

Gradually, the ice ballast on the body of the golden-eyed eagle began to melt, and white steam came out of the upper and lower parts of the body, and the golden-eyed eagle was like a pot of boiling water, steaming......

(To be continued......)