When many Nascent Soul cultivators saw that the three-legged Golden Crow, which had been chasing after nearly two months, turned into a spiritual fire again, they couldn't help showing joy.

Although day and night suddenly alternated between heaven and earth before counting breaths, none of them studied the Nascent Soul too deeply. After all, this kind of thing is beyond the means that Yuanying and even Huashen can use, and only exists in the ancient records handed down from ancient times.

Only those Mahayana venerables who sit back and watch the situation of the ages can have such great supernatural powers that can change the world.

Some Nascent Soul cultivators secretly thought in their hearts that maybe it was these venerables fighting in the vast small world that caused such a shocking vision.

Facing this kind of existence, why should they worry about it?

Yuanying monks who have lived for a thousand or two thousand years, don't they understand this truth?

The same is true for Du Yu and other four masters at the front. Without any hesitation, they immediately activated their respective inheritance spirit treasures, which suddenly increased the already extremely fast escape speed by a large amount.

It's just that Du Yu and Yu Rui flew towards the rear, while Bai Yuheng and Ming Lin flew towards the spirit fire.

And Zhang Shiping swept his consciousness, and found that Kunkui, Ao Xuan and Ye Qi, who were more than 20 miles away behind him, no longer had any reservations at this moment, and all of them showed their bodies amidst the thick clouds rolling around them.

After Kunkui turned into a giant kun, the blood-like red water lingered around the tens of feet of his real body, and at the same time, the aura of water in the sea surged up majesticly, completely submerging his body in it.

Ao Xuan was in the midst of the storm, transformed into a silver-armored dragon with teeth and claws, wind and thunder all over him, a pair of upright children staring at the distance with fierce eyes, the sharp teeth in the mouth lined up like knives, glowing in the sun. With cold light.

Not far away, a giant tortoise with the head of a snake and the tail of a snake flew to it with a river map on its back.

The two great monks of the sea clan looked at each other, their demonic powers converged, blood flashed all over their bodies, and their speed suddenly increased by several times, as if teleporting, they flew away for several miles, and met Zhang Shiping The distance is only twenty miles.

Following the blood light, within a few flickers, he escaped for more than ten miles, shortening the distance to between six and seven miles in an instant.

However, Kunkui still maintained the previous escape speed, watching with cold eyes, and did not get violent.

Zhang Shiping saw that he couldn't get rid of it, and Du Yu and Yu Rui were also coming at a gallop, using the method of spiritualization, and he turned into a ball of blue and purple flames. .

After stopping, the group of blue-purple flames turned into a half-empty and half-real figure, and Zhang Shiping's face could still be vaguely seen.

At the same time, he is no longer just urging "Wan Jiansheng" with his divine thoughts, but with a dignified expression, he swiftly formed seals with both hands, and poured out his own mana without hesitation. The Frost Swords shot up into the sky together, and after hovering a hundred feet above their heads, the swords trembled and made a clear sound, and then each turned into more than ten red sword lights.

As soon as these nearly three hundred sword lights emerged, they gathered somewhere at the same time.

In an instant, a group of red light suddenly appeared in the sky, dazzling like the scorching sun in the sky.

Then the light faded, and the red light turned into a huge sword nearly a hundred feet long, with an astonishing aura on the sword.

Seeing the formation of the giant sword, Zhang Shiping flipped his hands, and immediately a pagoda with eight sides and nine floors emerged in his palm, and purple black flames gushed out from the bottom of the tower, turning into a black glow and shooting towards the giant sword.

Immediately, a layer of deep and strange black flames spread from the sword body at the handle, and the red light and black flames of the sword body intertwined and flickered.

Kunkui, who was slightly behind by more than ten miles and surrounded by red water, couldn't help but change his face slightly. Although he felt a little threatened from it, he just stopped his figure and watched the change.

At the next moment, the huge sword suddenly disappeared, and when it reappeared, it was already three or four miles away, and it happened to slash from top to bottom on the **** light that was shining again.

Between the two striking each other, there was a loud bang, and the mass of blood was split into two by the slash of the giant sword, bursting out into a dazzling aura.

At this time, Du Yu and Yu Rui also rushed to Zhang Shiping's side, and the three stood side by side.

In the spiritual light, Ao Xuan, who was wrapped in the prisoner dragon armor, stretched out his front claws, and the three silvery dragon claws tightly clamped the blade of the sword, and purple lightning arcs jumped between his fingers.

It looked coldly at the three people not far away, and said in a deep voice: "Shi Heng, although the method of "Wan Jian Sheng" is strong, but with your few broken swords and your cultivation, I can't do anything for this old man."

However, the scales between the fingers were damaged, and the black and purple flames on them were burning endlessly.

But in just one or two breaths, under the silver light emitted by the prisoner dragon armor, the scale armor between Ao Xuan's fingers returned to its original state, and the black flame was also forced out by it, turning into gray gas and dissipating in the air.

However, the silver light didn't stop there, and then spread towards the giant sword.

Zhang Shiping, who knew the power of the Prisoner Dragon Armor well, with a thought, the huge sword turned into a sword light, re-condensed into twenty-seven flying swords more than a hundred feet away, and then appeared beside him.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Shiping sacrificed the golden light mirror, and golden light appeared all over his body.

As for what Ao Xuan said, he did not deny it.

After all, he hadn't planned this attack, so he could have won these two great monks of the Sea Clan with inherited spiritual treasures.

If he had just broken through to the later stages of the big monk, if he had the confidence to attack with all his strength, under this slash, the opponent would definitely have to avoid his edge, and he would not be able to attack with almost no damage like Ao Xuan.

If he really wants to fight against such a great monk, unless his own cultivation base and natal magic weapon are improved to a higher level, of course he must use the golden light mirror.

"These two and the last one are handed over to you. I'll help them collect the spirit fire." He first looked at the two people on the left and right, then shrugged helplessly.

After all, Bai Yuheng and Ming Lin are not Nascent Soul cultivators who practice fire art, so it will take some effort to collect the spiritual fire.

Then he went on to respond to the other party, sneering:

"How can my meager cultivation level be compared with that of you, a great monk who has plundered the blood of your younger generation? After Ao Ji's ascension, I am afraid that he would never have imagined that the boil that he valued would be reduced to your cultivation accumulation, right? It's just boiled Qi's bloodline is not as pure as Ao Jue's, one day you, a great monk, will also plunder his bloodline, and if you purify your own bloodline, you may be able to break through to the realm of transforming gods with the ancient demon method!"

True dragons have five claws, while ordinary monks in the dragon clan only have three claws, but that Ao Jue was born with four claws, which shows that his blood is purer than other dragons in the small world, and he has the ancestral spirit. Mutually.

After finishing speaking, Zhang Shiping flew towards the rear spirit fire.

"Leave it to the two of us, you go and help them first and try to keep the spirit fire before the other monks come, and then come to help." Du Yu calmly pushed his fingers, opened the folding fan in front of his chest, and fanned gently . When many Nascent Soul cultivators saw that the three-legged Golden Crow, which had been chasing after nearly two months, turned into a spiritual fire again, they couldn't help showing joy.

Although day and night suddenly alternated between heaven and earth before counting breaths, none of them studied the Nascent Soul too deeply. After all, this kind of thing is beyond the means that Yuanying and even Huashen can use, and only exists in the ancient records handed down from ancient times.

Only those Mahayana venerables who sit back and watch the situation of the ages can have such great supernatural powers that can change the world.

Some Nascent Soul cultivators secretly thought in their hearts that maybe it was these venerables fighting in the vast small world that caused such a shocking vision.

Facing this kind of existence, why should they worry about it?

Yuanying monks who have lived for a thousand or two thousand years, don't they understand this truth?

The same is true for Du Yu and other four masters at the front. Without any hesitation, they immediately activated their respective inheritance spirit treasures, which suddenly increased the already extremely fast escape speed by a large amount.

It's just that Du Yu and Yu Rui flew towards the rear, while Bai Yuheng and Ming Lin flew towards the spirit fire.

And Zhang Shiping swept his consciousness, and found that Kunkui, Ao Xuan and Ye Qi, who were more than 20 miles away behind him, no longer had any reservations at this moment, and all of them showed their bodies amidst the thick clouds rolling around them.

After Kunkui turned into a giant kun, the blood-like red water lingered around the tens of feet of his real body, and at the same time, the aura of water in the sea surged up majesticly, completely submerging his body in it.

Ao Xuan was in the midst of the storm, transformed into a silver-armored dragon with teeth and claws, wind and thunder all over him, a pair of upright children staring at the distance with fierce eyes, the sharp teeth in the mouth lined up like knives, glowing in the sun. With cold light.

Not far away, a giant tortoise with the head of a snake and the tail of a snake flew to it with a river map on its back.

The two great monks of the sea clan looked at each other, their demonic powers converged, blood flashed all over their bodies, and their speed suddenly increased by several times, as if teleporting, they flew away for several miles, and met Zhang Shiping The distance is only twenty miles.

Following the blood light, within a few flickers, he escaped for more than ten miles, shortening the distance to between six and seven miles in an instant.

However, Kunkui still maintained the previous escape speed, watching with cold eyes, and did not get violent.

Zhang Shiping saw that he couldn't get rid of it, and Du Yu and Yu Rui were also coming at a gallop, using the method of spiritualization, and he turned into a ball of blue and purple flames. .

After stopping, the group of blue-purple flames turned into a half-empty and half-real figure, and Zhang Shiping's face could still be vaguely seen.

At the same time, he is no longer just urging "Wan Jiansheng" with his divine thoughts, but with a dignified expression, he swiftly formed seals with both hands, and poured out his own mana without hesitation. The Frost Swords shot up into the sky together, and after hovering a hundred feet above their heads, the swords trembled and made a clear sound, and then each turned into more than ten red sword lights.

As soon as these nearly three hundred sword lights emerged, they gathered somewhere at the same time.

In an instant, a group of red light suddenly appeared in the sky, dazzling like the scorching sun in the sky.

Then the light faded, and the red light turned into a huge sword nearly a hundred feet long, with an astonishing aura on the sword.

Seeing the formation of the giant sword, Zhang Shiping flipped his hands, and immediately a pagoda with eight sides and nine floors emerged in his palm, and purple black flames gushed out from the bottom of the tower, turning into a black glow and shooting towards the giant sword.

Immediately, a layer of deep and strange black flames spread from the sword body at the handle, and the red light and black flames of the sword body intertwined and flickered.

Kunkui, who was slightly behind by more than ten miles and surrounded by red water, couldn't help but change his face slightly. Although he felt a little threatened from it, he just stopped his figure and watched the change.

At the next moment, the huge sword suddenly disappeared, and when it reappeared, it was already three or four miles away, and it happened to slash from top to bottom on the **** light that was shining again.

Between the two striking each other, there was a loud bang, and the mass of blood was split into two by the slash of the giant sword, bursting out into a dazzling aura.

At this time, Du Yu and Yu Rui also rushed to Zhang Shiping's side, and the three stood side by side.

In the spiritual light, Ao Xuan, who was wrapped in the prisoner dragon armor, stretched out his front claws, and the three silvery dragon claws tightly clamped the blade of the sword, and purple lightning arcs jumped between his fingers.

It looked coldly at the three people not far away, and said in a deep voice: "Shiheng, although the method of "Wan Jiansheng" is strong, but with your few broken swords and your cultivation, I can't do anything for this old man."

However, the scales between the fingers were damaged, and the black and purple flames on them were burning endlessly.

But in just one or two breaths, under the silver light emitted by the prisoner dragon armor, the scale armor between Ao Xuan's fingers recovered as before, and the black flame was also forced out by it, turning into gray gas and dissipating in the air.

However, the silver light didn't stop there, and then spread towards the giant sword.

Zhang Shiping, who knew the power of the Prisoner Dragon Armor well, with a thought, the huge sword turned into a sword light, re-condensed into twenty-seven flying swords ~lightnovelpub.net~ and appeared beside him at a distance of more than a hundred feet.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Shiping sacrificed the golden light mirror, and golden light appeared all over his body.

As for what Ao Xuan said, he did not deny it.

After all, he hadn't planned this attack, so he could have won these two great monks from the Sea Clan with inherited spiritual treasures.

If he had just broken through to the later stages of the big monk, if he had the confidence to attack with all his strength, under this slash, the opponent would have to avoid his sharp edge, and he would not be able to attack with almost no damage like Ao Xuan.

If he really wants to fight against such a great monk, unless his own cultivation base and natal magic weapon are improved to a higher level, of course he must use the golden light mirror.

"These two and the last one are handed over to you. I'll help them collect the spirit fire." He first looked at the two people on the left and right, then shrugged helplessly.

After all, Bai Yuheng and Ming Lin are not Nascent Soul cultivators who practice fire art, so it will take some effort to collect the spiritual fire.

Then he went on to respond to the other party, sneering:

"How can my meager cultivation level be compared with that of you, a great monk who has plundered the blood of your younger generation? After Ao Ji's ascension, I am afraid that he would never have imagined that the boil that he valued would be reduced to your cultivation accumulation, right? It's just boiled Qi's bloodline is not as pure as Ao Jue's, one day you, a great monk, will also plunder his bloodline, and if you purify your own bloodline, you may be able to break through to the realm of transforming gods with the ancient demon method!"

True dragons have five claws, while ordinary monks in the dragon clan only have three claws, but that Ao Jue was born with four claws, which shows that his blood is purer than other dragons in the small world, and he has the ancestral spirit. Mutually.

After finishing speaking, Zhang Shiping flew towards the rear spirit fire.

"Leave it to the two of us, you go and help them first and try to keep the spirit fire before the other monks come, and then come to help." Du Yu calmly pushed his fingers, opened the folding fan in front of his chest, and fanned gently .