Chapter 238 The sun and moon volley in the sky, the Empress of Nanyan! (5K2 big chapter please subscribe!)

"Huhu."

Ji Qiu breathed heavily and clenched the Yuanyang Sword with a red glow in his hand.

A late-stage overhaul of a golden elixir!

Just like that, he fell under his sword!

"The power of Taoist soldiers is really powerful!"

Looking at the long sword in his hand, Ji Qiu felt excited:

"I hold this sword, and even the great masters in the late Dan realm can beheaded immediately. How can anyone in this world resist me?"

His eyes were radiant and scorching, but after a moment, he shook his head again, silently reciting the Tao Sect Purity Sutra in his heart, and silently guarding the spiritual altar, free from distracting thoughts.

The divine thoughts that Yuanyang Taoist soldiers formed with him were faintly affecting his mind.

At the moment when he was beheading Zhao Mu and his mind was relaxed, Ji Qiu was not aware of it and was almost affected by the nature of the Taoist soldier. He almost forgot that this was a killing sword!

"Can't let down our guard!"

"Otherwise, the first three masters of Yuanyang Sword will be my fate!"

The index finger and the middle finger were brought together and passed across the blade of the sword. Ji Qiu looked at the Yuanyang Taoist soldier who was glowing red, and then looked at the blood stains on it, slowly disappearing into it, and then he couldn't help but reveal a few bits of it.

Very fearful.

There is no right or wrong in a tool, it all depends on the person who uses it.

Remember, don’t let your mind be controlled by the weapon, otherwise, it will be a shame for the sword user!

Keeping this in mind, Ji Qiu opened his sleeves. The three-foot-long sword turned into a small red sword in just a moment. A red light flashed before returning to Ji Qiu's sleeves and disappearing.

At this time, the war on the other side has also come to an end.

The puppet leader Yan Que roared with all his strength and fought until he was bloody. But when he looked around, he only saw a big head being thrown into the wind, and the huge movement of the soul self-destructing, and he felt despair at that moment:

"Emperor Dog, what will I do if you die?"

"Uh-huh!"

The old ghost's eyes were sunken, and there were two ghost fires lingering in them, flickering and extinguishing.

As for his enemies, in addition to Jianchi Du Bai, there were also Taixing Hou, Qing Weizi and others.

With one against three, there is no chance of victory!

Without the help of the puppet this time, Yan Que was first hit by Qing Weizi's lightning technique, half of his body was blackened, and then he shouted angrily.

I saw the young swordsman holding the third-level magic weapon Taihe Sword in his hand, and a fierce sword light flashed across. The old ghost's body was immediately split into two and chopped into two pieces!

Whoosh!

At the moment when Yan Que's body split apart, a soul resting on the golden elixir suddenly left the body, and then tried to escape outside Yanjing at a speed that exceeded the sound barrier.

However, the mountains and rivers map laid out by Zhang Zihou can soothe the soul, so even if Yan Que escapes from his body, he will be affected, his movements will be slow, and he will find it difficult to find a chance to survive!

Du Bai saw Yan Que's death and the golden elixir coming out of his body. He waved his big hand, and the wind roared up in an instant, turning into a giant hand holding up the sky and grabbing the golden elixir!

"Old pig dog, today, you have fallen into the hands of my Nanyue Jianchi!"

The giant palm condensed with mana imprisoned Yan Que's soul and golden elixir. Du Bai's face was relaxed at this moment. He remembered the scene when the sect was destroyed and the last trace of Song Danding's soul exploded. He couldn't help but smile coldly:

"How could I ask you to die so peacefully?!"

"Back then, my sword was hidden in the South Vietnam Sword Pond. It has been tempered by sword energy for hundreds of years. It is the most powerful in inflicting damage to the soul. Yan Laogou, now that you fall into my hands, you will not be able to survive or die!"

"Let me ask you to survive for a few more days. After I reopen the sword pond, I will suppress you, an old dog, in the sword pond to raise your sword, and suffer the punishment of thousands of knives and wind and frost day and night!"

This young swordsman, who usually didn't have much expression on his face, was extremely happy today.

After venting his anger, Du Bai looked at the golden elixir clenched in his palm. He snorted coldly and issued nine prohibitions. Then he took out a jade bottle from the storage ring and sealed it inside.

At the end, Du Bai looked around, clasped his fists and said loudly:

"Today we were able to subjugate and suppress the old demon of the Puppet Sect, in order to avenge the centuries-old blood feud of our Nanyue Jianchi lineage. You all worked together and paid a huge price!"

"Please leave this old devil in my hands. From now on, you will be my friends in the South Vietnamese lineage. As long as I, Du Bai, live in this world, I will never repent of this oath!"

"If you want anything, feel free to come to see me. I will do my best and I will not refuse!"

After that, the swordsman performed a sword ceremony, and without waiting for anyone's reply, he put the jade bottle that suppressed Yan Que's spirit into the storage ring.

A hundred years of blood feud, and the hatred of killing his master. Du Bai wanted to eat Yan Que's flesh and drink his blood.

Therefore, no matter how others reply, he cannot hand over the golden elixir and soul of this old ghost.

Yan Que's life was simply dispensable to the real people and princes present, and would not be coveted.

And then again.

In this bloody feud, Yan Que fell into Du Bai's hands.

Thinking about the future, let alone recovering his cultivation and making a comeback, it is probably a luxury to hope that he will be able to die peacefully in the end.

Everyone present didn't care and waved their hands to give up.

After Yan Que died, the connection between his soul and his soul was cut off. The body of Yan Taizu that he had refined to one or two points naturally stopped moving and no longer needed to be suppressed by Zhao Huangxi.

As for the other puppet.

Ji Qiu glanced a hundred feet away to the right.

Suddenly, he saw that his body and chest had been penetrated, his body was covered with fist and palm prints, and his muscles and bones were broken. The golden corpse, which had long been completely transformed into a human, was falling into a small pit on the ground.

Above him is a blue-haired girl in cassock, with a calm demeanor and a relaxed expression.

I saw her bending her palm, which was round and smooth, and her fingers were slender and not stained by dust.

It was completely invisible, as if he had just experienced a fierce battle.

Looking at the collapsed Yan Palace buildings on the right, Ji Qiu sheathed his sword and couldn't help but sigh at the power of the true dragon's bloodline.

In this lifetime, his fists and feet alone are extremely powerful, not counting magical powers and his true body.

If it were him, these things would at least have to be accumulated over several lifetimes, otherwise how could he catch up?

"The talents of God are limitless in the future!"

Thinking of rescuing Ao Jing from the cave, Ji Qiu couldn't help but feel that his choice in the past was quite wise.

Otherwise, where can we find such help?

"It's over, old gentleman."

After exhaling a breath and watching the haze and blood dissipate, Yue Hongtu's solemn face finally showed some relief.

Over the years, it would be impossible to say that the existence of Zhao Mu and Nan Yan had not put pressure on him.

Fortunately, the Prince's Palace of E resisted these pressures and kept the enemies of the Northern Yuan Dynasty at Yanmen Pass without losing any territory.

He is worthy of the common people of the eighteen states of Nanyan!

"yes."

"Speaking of which, the sword that the prince made just now is the most important thing to win this battle."

"Without him, you and I would have to perish here today, no matter what, so that we could cut off Zhao Mu's head and destroy his soul."

Standing side by side with Yue Hongtu, Zhang Zihou, who had regained consciousness, looked at Ji Qiu who was holding his breath and meditating, and couldn't help but sigh.

It is no exaggeration to say that this boy’s journey along the way has been nothing short of legendary.

Even if a literary leader like him saw it, he would still be amazed.

"Zhao Mu sacrificed his blood to the whole city of Yanjing to achieve his powerful strength in the late stage of Dan Realm. Although it is vain, it is still the best in this world."

"It can cut through his legal domain and break through his spells. The sword Wushuang holds is definitely a magic weapon. It must be a Taoist weapon."

"A while ago, there was news about the birth of a Taoist soldier in Guangling, which attracted many evil demons to come out one after another, just to find traces of the Taoist soldier. But in the end, all their efforts were in vain, and all to no avail."

"Looking at it for now."

Zhang Zihou's eyes flashed with thought, and Yue Hongtu knew the details.

Both of them are people who can shake up the whole world just by stamping their feet in Nanyan. How could they not be aware of such a big news when the Taoist soldiers of Guangling Mansion were born.

However, since one's own family has inherited it, it is of course not appropriate to make it public.

Let's just let this secret be buried in the silent city of Yanjing.

Watching the clouds and mists in the sky parting, light shone in, slightly dispersing the silence in the city.

This trip is finally complete!

And the future will be like this ray of dawn that breaks through the clouds, becoming more and more prosperous and brighter until

Like a great sun rising, all the illnesses of more than a hundred years have been wiped out,

Burn out!

At the end of Tianyuan 14th year.
To be continued...