With a slight sound of "click", the ethereal real person in the canopy of the sky was tense at the moment, and looked at the old farmer on the canopy with a little nervousness, and this subtle sound made him know that this treasure was only afraid that he would not be able to hold on.

This crisp sound naturally couldn't hide the old peasant, above the canopy, a slight invisible crack appeared in his eyes, he could clearly feel that the shock of the canopy had a trace of incongruity, even if the powerful defense treasure was, it was not an immortal weapon after all, even if his master had already survived the forty-nine heavenly tribulations.

The old farmer was overjoyed in his heart, knowing that this canopy was about to be broken by him, and at this moment the movements in his hands were getting faster and faster, and the uncoordinated place of the canopy was getting bigger and bigger.

The ethereal real person secretly said that it was not good, and the incongruity of the canopy was getting bigger and bigger, and the trace of the originally invisible crack gradually spread to the surroundings. But at this moment, the Ziyang Heavenly Banner has not yet arrived, and he only hopes that the Ziyang Heavenly Banner can arrive a little earlier.

"Haha, I'll see how your turtle shell can block my blow. The old farmer held the mourning stick in both hands, and a black light suddenly appeared on the spike.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and the mourning stick smashed on the canopy, and the shattered black light kept emerging on the spikes, this is the really terrible place of the mourning stick, the mourning stick was forged by the power of hell's destruction, and there were yellow springs, nine shades, and three rivers of Naihe watering, which contained the power of destruction and elimination, but the old peasant was just a thousand-year-old ghost king, and even the forty-nine heavenly tribulations had not yet come, and it would take a great price to use this power.

With the loud noise, the canopy was still invincible to the power of the mourning rod after all, and the entire canopy turned into a little spiritual light and dissipated in the sky, and a broken turtle shell appeared in the hands of the ethereal real person, and a corner of the turtle shell had been cracked, and the aura in it was almost dissipated.

This treasure has been with him for some years, and has blocked countless powerful enemies for him, but unfortunately it is still no match for the terrifying power of the mourning rod.

The ethereal real person could already vaguely feel the breath of the Ziyang Heavenly Banner, but it still took ten breaths of time to get here, but for such a long time, in the face of the mourning stick, he had no bottom in his heart.

"Without this turtle shell, I'll see how you can hold my mourning stick. The old farmer held the mourning stick in his hand and walked slowly in the void, his eyes staring at the ethereal real person, as if looking for the flaws of the ethereal real person, and the qi and machine clashed.

Every step the old farmer took, there was a powerful aura tearing at the ethereal real person's qi, making the ethereal real person have to walk back and forth in the air to avoid this breath.

I saw the old farmer smile slightly, and took dozens of steps in a row, which suddenly made the ethereal real person's face change, he knew that this ghost king was only afraid of making a move, and the ethereal real person hurriedly took a big mouth, and once again spit out his natal magic weapon, the purple sun long sword.

Although the crack on the blade of the long sword had disappeared, he knew that the damage suffered by the long sword was not going to heal for a while. But at this moment, he couldn't help but hesitate, the defense treasure had been shattered, and the only hope of blocking the blow of the mourning stick was the natal sword, and only by blocking this blow, the Ziyang Heavenly Banner came to arrive, and he was no longer afraid of the power of the mourning stick.

At the moment when the ethereal real person took out the long sword, the ghost king was dispatched, and the previous temptation was to wait for this breath, it seems that the ethereal real person took out the long sword and was the strongest at this moment, but in fact, the flaw was also bigger.

The ghost king stepped out, and his entire body turned into a ghostly light, looming in the air, and just when the ethereal real person was on guard, a black shadow appeared in front of him, and the crying stick mixed with the cry of the unjust soul made a piercing sound in the air.

The ethereal real man panicked in his heart, he knew that he had been caught by the ghost king, and at the moment when he took out the natal sword, the breath around his body was slightly disturbed by the damaged long sword, and this was the fatal blow of the old farmer.

The long sword pushed forward, and a purple mist emerged from the long sword, and it turned out that the ethereal real person spewed out a mouthful of blood at the last moment, and under the stimulation of the blood effort, the long sword suddenly burst out with unimaginable energy. At this moment, the ethereal real person's face was pale, he gritted his teeth, held the long sword in both hands, and showed a fierce look in his eyes.

The shattering black light emitted by the mourning stick was unstoppable, and in an instant, the purple mist gushing out of the long sword was dispersed, and as the mourning stick smashed, on the spikes, small spatial cracks could be faintly seen, and it was the mourning stick that cut through the void and smashed towards the ethereal real person.

As the mourning stick collided with the long sword, the ethereal real man's face changed, and an unimaginable force poured out from the mourning stick, and the shattering black light continued to erode the blade of the long sword, and in less than a breath, obvious cracks appeared on the long sword.

The ethereal real man suddenly turned red, a wisp of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his whole body was bombarded by the huge force, falling towards the ground in the sky.

The old farmer looked at the ethereal real person who flew out, smiled on his face, took out a pill from his arms and swallowed it, and used the shattering black light several times in a row, which had a great load on the old farmer, even if he had returned to the realm of the void real person, he could not support him to use it many times.

At this time, the old farmer did not hesitate, holding the mourning stick in the direction of the ethereal real person flying out upside down, a ghost light broke out of the air, at the beginning it was only the size of a hair, flying out less than ten zhang away to condense into the size of a sword blade, and when it reached a hundred zhang away, it had already turned into the size of a small mountain, and at this moment the speed of this ghost light was about to catch up with the speed of the ethereal real person flying out upside down.

The ethereal real person in mid-air looked at the coming ghost, and he tried his best to control his body to open up this blow, but the collision with the mourning stick just now caused him to be seriously injured, and at this moment, the aura in his body was running around in the meridians, and his internal organs were also displaced.

Just when the ethereal real person was desperate, a familiar aura emerged from the sky, and a purple streamer came to him before the ghost light hit the ethereal real person.

It was a two-zhang long purple flag, the flag was pierced with a shining golden sun, the sun was surrounded by endless purple clouds, I saw the flag wave slightly, a purple light instantly smashed the big ghostly light like a hill.

Seeing this big flag, the ethereal real person put his heart at ease, knowing that at this moment he was no longer afraid of the old peasant's mourning stick, he took out a pill and swallowed it in his stomach after the Ziyang Heavenly Banner, his originally pale face had a trace of blood, and the blood at the corner of his mouth no longer flowed.

The ethereal real person finally relieved his heart at this moment, and after suppressing the injuries in his body, he grabbed the Ziyang Heavenly Banner and looked at the old farmer in the distance, with a battle intent in his eyes.