Hearing that Du Yu was so confident, Zhang Shiping, who was flying towards the spiritual fire, couldn't help sighing in his heart. In fact, he had exerted seven or eight percent of his strength in the blow just now, and his self-confidence was not weaker than that of any great monk, but he was not. Ao Xuan, who was protected by the dragon armor, was not really hurt.

At their level, there may still be some gaps in mana or supernatural powers, but it definitely won't be so different. In the final analysis, it is because of external forces such as the inheritance spirit treasure.

He spread his hands, and one of the golden light mirrors that turned into a golden light and protected around his body fell on the palm of his hand.

It's just that although this mirror looks brilliant, it can be regarded as a rare treasure, but the divinity in it is restrained, and the gods have fallen into a deep sleep.

If this set of golden light mirrors can really recognize the master, then after he advances to the late stage, he should be able to compete with Du Yu and other current masters.

Of course, the sects founded by the five sects as Mahayana venerables must have far surpassed the master Jin Guang who was only one step away from the fusion period. Victory Golden Mirror.

It's just that although the treasures are good, the power they can exert in the hands of Nascent Soul monks is really limited, not much difference, after all, there is a limit.

These distracting thoughts came and went quickly, Zhang Shiping just sighed a little, and then his mind settled down again. His spiritual thoughts swept in all directions like a tide, and in an instant, he searched a radius of two or three hundred miles.

"There are still so many guys following, don't they give up?" Zhang Shiping shook his head and thought to himself.

After the short fight with Ao Xuan, he could better understand the gap between the two sides. It is no wonder that Qinghe, Yu Dan and other previous generation masters were facing Hongyue The three Huashen Venerables, Xuanshan, Xiao Chengwu, also had a bit of confidence.

It is two to three million miles from Nanzhou to this place, and it took more than two months, but along the way, Yuanying Zhenjun has only dozens of people at the beginning, and now there are only a dozen or so left. .

Among those early Yuanying monks, except for Tianfeng and Guzhang, the rest have all given up.

And although these ten Nascent Soul True Monarchs are somewhat behind, they are only about a hundred miles away from this false spirit fire. For them, this distance is very close.

When Zhang Shiping's spiritual thoughts approached him, Miaofa naturally sensed that this person was heading towards the false spiritual fire, and Bai Yuheng and Ming Lin were already casting spells to collect the spiritual fire, so he couldn't help frowning.

But aware that Du Yu and Yu Rui were confronting Ao Xuan, Ye Qi, and Kun Kui in front of them, and there seemed to be signs of an imminent attack, so they did not act rashly.

Sure enough, after they had just flown within fifty or sixty miles, Ye Qi had dived into the ancient ocean, mobilized the river map, set off monstrous waves, turned into dozens of waterspouts, and Ao Xuan triggered the wind and thunder, and in a short while Within a radius of tens of miles, it was like a catastrophe descending into the world, enveloping Du Yu and Yu Rui.

Amid the raging thunder and the turbulent sea, I saw a silver-armored dragon staring at the front with cold eyes. The dragon's head that looked like a hut let out a heart-shattering roar. The next moment, it disappeared suddenly, and appeared in front of the two of them as if teleported. , wanting to swallow it in one gulp.

At this time, Du Yu retracted the folding fan in his hand, and with a thought, the bright jade mysterious light suddenly became nearly a hundred times larger, turning into an exquisite and transparent mirror, which blocked Ao Xuan's brutal collision all at once.

At the same time, under the cover of the sky filled with storm and thunder, thousands of tiny invisible hairline needles shot out from the sea surface.

Yu Rui snorted coldly, and with a wave of his big sleeve, the five-element ring flew out to protect the two of them.

While the five-color spiritual light was circulating, all the magic needles were blocked, without missing a single one.

At this time, Zhang Shiping had already flown to Bai Yuheng and Ming Lin, less than a hundred feet away from the spirit fire, he felt a pure fire spirit, which he had never felt before in the Valley of Resentful Fire.

Fire is always violent, but this fire aura contains a kind of vitality.

As soon as he absorbed a ray of breath from it, he found that he seemed to be showing signs of transformation, but at the same time, bursts of scorching heat came from the outside to the inside, and even his soul felt a sharp pain of being burned into ashes.

"Hmph." Zhang Shiping's complexion changed, and he let out a dull, painful hum.

"Isolate yourself from the spiritual thoughts and magic power of the outside world, otherwise you may be in danger of igniting the fire." Bai Yuheng said.

Around his body was a round of spirit treasures that were like a waning moon, and the whole body glowed with a faint yellow aura.

And Minglin was urging a spirit bead in front of him with a dignified expression, flashing a strange purple light, and rays of light like horses radiated from it, flying towards the false spiritual fire.

It's just that the spiritual fire was not collected so easily. As soon as the streaks of rays of light approached within ten feet, the surrounding space suddenly vibrated, and it collapsed into unowned spiritual energy again, leaving only a layer of Just ripples.

"Thank you, how long will it take?" Zhang Shiping said with an unchanged expression.

"Although the fire of the false spirit has shown itself, it is located in the void and cannot be collected directly. However, Minglin has the Xuanming Orb, so it can be drawn out. It's just that the time is not yet fully determined. We have to be careful. Jueming and Xuan Yu haven't shown up yet, so they might be hiding somewhere!" Bai Yuheng shook his head, paying attention to the disturbances around him with great vigilance.

Hearing this, Zhang Shiping nodded his head lightly, but he did not block the release of divine thoughts and mana as Bai Yuheng said, but absorbed a ray of breath from time to time within the range he could bear. Refining.

Seeing this, Bai Yuheng's eyes flickered, but he didn't say anything more.

On the other side, monks such as Miaofa, Jinlin, Yin Luosha, and Pengyang saw that the storm and thunder in front of them couldn't stop their figures, and the aftermath of the confrontation had already made them fearful.

"Where's Uncle Master?" Yin Luosha asked through voice transmission~lightnovelpub.net~ Miaofa shook his head solemnly, and the golden scale monster beside him was staring at the front with those emotionless snake eyes, The forked scarlet snake hesitated, as if trying to find a loophole.

Instead, Kunkui escaped from the front and flew to Pengyang's side, and the two great monks from northern Xinjiang met face to face.

And in a void not more than ten thousand miles away from here, a space crack suddenly appeared, and a figure staggered and fell out.

Not far away, an old man with a blue face stared at him expressionlessly with one hand behind his back.

"Why did Fellow Daoist Qingpeng block the way?" Jue Ming asked unhurriedly after standing still in the sky.

"You can chat with the old man for a while, and a fellow Taoist will come over later." The blue-faced old man said, and then flew towards a small island below.

Jueming immediately followed without saying a word. He looked at the back of this person with a very dignified expression.