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"Yeah?"

"The nameless sect is the nameless sect, and we, the Tianyang Divine Sect, will never include it." Yang Zongchen laughed contemptuously, pressed the sun wheel, and the body-protecting wheel rotated smoothly, and the small round wheel he recalled was Lun Qi took action quickly.

"Kagero!"

"The technique of dividing gold by burning flames."

Boom.

The fire phoenix opened its mouth and chirped, and a sea of ​​fire spewed out from it. The tiny golden flames seemed to merge into the surrounding air and penetrated all pervasive.

Even the puppet wild dogs controlled by Taiyi Zhenjun, whose bodies are comparable to the best magic weapons, are not as flexible as before when facing such flames.

Taiyi Zhenjun's eyes narrowed and he murmured softly: "I have long heard that Tianyang Divine Sect's Phoenix Fire is the most famous flame in the world. I didn't expect that it would be even more famous when we met, so I can use it with all my strength."

"Return."

Taiyi Zhenjun, who was sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform, waved his hand, and the group of wild dogs immediately returned to the Liuhe Lingfang under his seat. Then the Lingfang made a chirping sound, and thick mist escaped from it.

"Want to run?!" Yang Zongchen snorted coldly.

Turning his hand and holding the sun wheel, the sun wheel instantly tore away the heavy fog in front of him. The dazzling golden light was more dazzling than the sun. In an instant, he appeared in front of Zhenjun Taiyi.

Yang Zongchen rotated the seal in his hand, and the aura of the sun rose sharply again, cutting open the protective shield of Lord Taiyi. When he was about to remove Lord Taiyi's head, a hand suddenly appeared.

The iron hand is like a lock, grabbing the seemingly motionless sun disk that is actually rotating indistinguishably with the naked eye.

The sound of cutting gold and iron continued to sound, but the palm did not waver at all.

Yang Zongchen was shocked, and the seals of his hands changed rapidly: "Sun Wheel, Tianyang, Ji!" The raging flames around Sun Wheel turned into a knife, and then formed into a wheel shape. When the size was as desired, it was freed from the shackles of the palm.

The sun wheel returned to his side, and Yang Zongchen used a palm to disperse the mist in all directions, and then he saw the whole thing. His pupils suddenly narrowed, showing a shocked look, and he said in surprise: "Tianji puppet?"

Taiyi Zhenjun smiled disdainfully and said: "Tianji puppets are nothing."

As he spoke, he looked at the puppet in front of him.

He is not tall and has no fancy decorations.

The overall look is like an old farmer wearing coarse linen clothes.

The exposed skin is covered with scars caused by unknown things, but even so, the spiritual power of this puppet cannot be underestimated.

"Old man, I have to trouble you again." Taiyi Zhenjun sighed. If the small wilderness was not too barren, he would have completely repaired the old man long ago. At that time, there would be no need to entangle with the monks of Tianyang Shenzong.

The old farmer in sackcloth didn't say anything. He opened his hand and held it in the air. He held a broad sword made of copper coins in his hand. The sword was held horizontally in front of him, and his steady eyes looked at Yang Zongchen.

"Another spiritual treasure?" Yang Zongchen only felt pain from biting his back molar teeth at this time.

In a blink of an eye.

The wild dog group has retreated, and now a Tianji puppet with a body strong enough to connect to the sun appears, but the specific strength is unknown.

The so-called Tianji Puppet is a mechanism puppet that was born with spiritual intelligence. It can continuously learn spells, magical powers and fighting methods until it becomes a master.

Yang Zongchen had only seen this kind of thing once, and now it was the second time.

What's even more hateful is that this puppet also holds a Lingbao copper coin sword.

It was too late, but it was too soon. When the sun protection came back, the old farmer in sackcloth had already gone out to fight in front of Yang Zongchen.

Yang Zongchen urged the ring wheel and sun wheel to resist.

boom!

The force of the two-wheel backlash made Yang Zongchen feel that his internal organs had moved a little, and there was a little more fishy and sweet taste in his mouth.

A heavy sword has no edge, and a heavy sword has no skill.

That overwhelming power was like a huge mountain hitting him on the shoulder. Even the monks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul were resigned to being defeated when faced with such force.

The person who exerted such force was still a puppet, not afraid of the fatigue caused by such force.

"ah!"

Yang Zongchen roared and formed a seal at the same time: "Five sunshines in the sky!"

The technique is about to be completed.

Boom, buzz!

The deafening sound waves penetrated his ears, causing his body to stiffen slightly. Even the Nascent Soul and Yin Shen seemed to be at a loss. It was not that they could not move, but that they had simply forgotten what they should have done just now.

This also resulted in his body being unable to use magic power.

There is no way to use magic power to activate the magical power that has been sealed.

"What is the sound?" Yang Zongchen turned his head slightly and looked over. It turned out to be the sound of a bell, the bronze bell in the hand of Zhenjun Taiyi. The spiritual treasure had appeared a long time ago but had not been used. It turned out that it was waiting for this moment.

The sound of the bell not only shocks the mind, but also affects the luck of the eight meridians of his body.

At this time, he even saw the smile that Zhenjun Taiyi had been wearing, as if he was telling him: "That's all. The so-called genius of Tianyang Shenzong is nothing at all."

Disdainful?

In fact, Taiyi Zhenjun really didn't have such emotions. He just calmly used what he had learned.

The old farmer in sackcloth appeared in front of Yang Zongchen holding a giant sword. Most of his disfigured face was dark, except for his twinkling eyes, and the giant sword with copper coins in his hand had also fallen.

Bang.

The ring wheel and the round wheel stood in front of Yang Zongchen.

But with such a momentary loss of concentration, the so-called opportunity was already too late. Even though he was protected by a sun disk, he was severely knocked away, but the golden blood evaporated into blazing flames in mid-air.

Like a kite with broken strings, Yang Zongchen fell down and turned into a ball of dazzling light in the sky, and his body turned into a beam of light and penetrated into the clouds nearby. Its escape speed was so fast that not even Taiyi Zhenjun could catch it with his naked eyes.

However, the treasure mirror hanging high above the head of Taiyi Zhenjun projected a beam of light and quickly found Yang Zongchen hidden in the clouds.

rather say.

Even if he used his escape technique, he would still be caught by the treasure mirror.

"Fraud, fraud!"

"And a sneak attack."

Yang Zongchen cursed loudly. He had already used the secret technique of escaping light and hiding himself. Unexpectedly, the man didn't need to be vigilant and search at all. The spiritual treasure above his head was locked on him from the beginning to the end.

"A dog got in!"

He didn't care about the demeanor of the great monk, because the old farmer holding a giant sword with copper coins came to kill him again.

The strength of the puppet was extraordinary. The sun disk could not cut through the surface and damage the core components inside. The fire phoenix and Yangyan could not affect the transmission between parts unless they were close and lasted for a long time.

This was definitely the most frustrating battle that Yang Zongchen had fought since he became a great monk of Yuanying. He couldn't even get close to that man, and his magic and spiritual treasures couldn't shake the iron lump in front of him.

In addition, Taiyi Zhenjun used the precious mirror to lock his figure, and the ringing of the copper bell affected his mind and mana. He can only use 30% to 40% of his strength, and there is no way to use his full strength.

"Sneak attack?"

Taiyi Zhenjun sneered: "I'm not as understanding as fellow Taoist. If I hadn't been prepared, I might have died under your fellow Taoist's sun."

He felt heart palpitations just thinking about it.

If Tushanjun didn't come back to help, his protective spirit treasure might be activated, but the best effect would be immortality.

At that time, there is no strength to fight this person again. Monks like them cannot exert their full strength without preparing everything they have.

Taiyi Zhenjun did not want to have too much entanglement with Tianyang Shenzong, especially since this person was still in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. He might be able to gain the upper hand temporarily, but he could not kill him.

Then he said loudly: "Fellow Taoist, please retreat quickly, otherwise today will be your memorial day."

"Don't be ignorant of good and evil."

Yang Zongchen was furious. When had he ever been so insulted? Today, even if he couldn't kill the great master of alchemy, he had to kill the cripple with physical injuries in front of him.

Immediately he said: "You are the one who doesn't know good and evil. Don't think I can't see it. You dragged on your injuries to fight with me. I don't believe you can last that long."

Even when he is really powerful and fails to catch him, he can still use his escape technique to leave, and he is not afraid of a long battle at all.

Moreover, although he said he didn't care about the alchemy master, in fact Yang Zongchen still paid attention to that person's battle. If there was a chance, he would still cut off the alchemy master.

You don’t know this by looking at it, but you’ll be shocked when you see it.

The ancestor of the Blood Fiend Sect was completely suppressed by the top monk. Yang Zongchen cursed angrily: "Trash! You can't even defeat a stinky alchemist, but you still have the nerve to call yourself the most powerful demon sect in the small wilderness." "

Then he turned his eyes and thought, maybe he couldn't pry the iron knot holding the giant sword, maybe he could find a way to get close to Taiyi Zhenjun and solve all the problems from the source.

While Yang Zongchen was paying attention to Tu Shanjun's battle, Taiyi Zhenjun also moved his eyes away.

I saw.

Tu Shanjun grasped the Soul Flag with one hand, and the aura around his body rose wildly, completely suppressing the old man in ragged clothes of the Blood Evil Sect. As the soul flag collected more and more demons from the Blood Evil Sect monks, the old man in ragged clothes no longer had the help of demonic energy.

At this moment, the old man in ragged clothes also panicked, turned around and ran away without saying a word, without any intention of continuing to resist.

He had no sense of belonging to the sect to begin with. If he hadn't been able to perfect his magic skills with the help of a 'filial son and virtuous grandson', he wouldn't have stayed to fight such a monster.

Seeing that he is no longer an opponent, how can he continue? Isn't it because he thinks his life is too long?

"Float for two moments!"

The old man in ragged clothes was horrified to find that the top monk who was supposed to be dumped without a trace appeared beside him, and the hammer in his hand was raised high and dropped.

He could even hear the sound of the spirit treasure piercing flesh.

Blood spat out.

The old man sacrificed the Nascent Soul and Yin Shen without hesitation, and shouted: "Fellow Taoist, wait a moment, I have the power of the Demon God to achieve enlightenment..."

"Swallowing souls."

"True meaning!"

This move is exactly what Tu Shanjun wanted.

If it were other monks, they might not have any means to stop fellow monks from escaping, but Tu Shanjun was different. The soul-revering banner absorbed Yuanying and Yin Shen, and he himself had the true meaning of swallowing souls.

The monks of the same level had no way of escaping in front of him.

"No!"

The old man in ragged clothes hurriedly separated Yin Shen and Yuanying and let them escape in two directions. However, he still watched helplessly as the black and red banners came over him, and he was greeted by darkness.