The ancestor Linghu looked at the yellow hammer that seemed to have the power to destroy the dead, and his face looked extremely horrified. He frantically poured his magic power into the small blue umbrella, intending to block the other party's inexplicably powerful hammer!

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the yellow-colored spiritual hammer hit the blue umbrella magic weapon heavily.

As an ancient pure defensive treasure with excellent quality, the Green Umbrella Magic Treasure has been practiced by the Linghu Ancestor for a hundred years, far from comparable to the red flying sword just now.

The ancestor Linghu had a considerable degree of high hopes for his excellent defense.

He did not expect the Green Umbrella Magic Weapon to block this hammer, but as long as he could win a breathing time, he could at least add hope of escape to himself.

At the moment when the giant hammer collided with the umbrella surface, countless cracks appeared on the umbrella surface of the umbrella magic weapon, and the light blue treasure light kept flashing, as if it was about to break.

But it lasted for a moment and did not disappoint the high hopes of the ancestor Linghu.

Although this ancient treasure with a combination of mind was severely injured in an instant, causing the ancestor Linghu to be backfired and suffered heavy injuries, he was still ecstatic at this moment.

After instantly suppressing the desire to vomit blood, the ancestor Linghu was ready to escape quickly.

Although I don’t know why this turtle demon became so powerful, just looking at the attack just now, this demon is definitely not something he can resist.

But just when the ancestor Linghu was about to escape, he suddenly felt that he was imprisoned by some powerful force.

This shocked the ancestor Linghu. The next moment, the magic weapon of the green umbrella turned into debris under the pressure of the yellow hammer.

The ancestor Linghu burst out all his magic power and still could not break free from the constraints. He had to look at the giant hammer in despair.

With the power of this giant hammer, even the body and Nascent Soul would be crushed into scum under this hammer.

The moment when the ancestor Linghu thought he was about to die, the yellow giant spiritual hammer suddenly hovered at an inch above his head.

Even the ancestor Linghu could already feel the amazing spiritual pressure in the giant hammer, and he would probably be able to crush himself into meat paste with just a touch.

The "old turtle" standing above the green cloud waved his hand, and the yellow hammer disappeared.

I saw him fly to the edge of the ancestor Linghu leisurely, lifting his confinement, and laughing:

"Fellow Daoist Linghu, can you trust what I said this?"

Although the ancestor Linghu was lifted from his confinement, he saw the other party's powerful strength just now. Apart from transforming into a god, he no longer made a second guess.

When he heard that the old turtle called himself "I" again, he instantly thought of the "Spirit of Distraction".

The technique of distraction is not a particularly rare magical secret technique among the Nascent Soul cultivators, and it is widely circulated.

Even the ancestor Linghu himself actually had a spell of distracting his mind and possessing himself, but he had never studied it carefully.

As we all know, using the technique of distraction to possess a low-level monk, he may only be able to exert one-small part of his own strength, and for high-level monks, he is really a useless existence.

Unless the deity is really unable to withdraw and there is something extremely important, no Nascent Soul monk will be able to distract himself from the spirit without any trouble.

After all, once the distraction is damaged, the body will be severely damaged.

But the so-called master of this turtle demon can exert such power by just using the power of distraction!

I’m afraid that among the god-transforming monks, this person is definitely not an ordinary person!

The ancestor Linghu kept thinking in his heart, but he was not too panicked. After all, if the other party didn't kill him, it must be that he was of some use to him.

He bent down and bowed and said, "The Supreme Elder Linghu of Huangfeng Valley, pay homage to seniors. Senior, I have some entrusted me, Huangfeng Valley will never refuse."

Speaking of this, he changed his mind again:

"In addition, don't worry about helping the younger generation break through the late stage of the Nascent Soul. If you can serve the older generation, it is my blessing for Linghu and Huangfeng Valley. How dare you have too many delusions?"

Wan Xuan was a little impressed by his low attitude.

It is no wonder that the ancestor Linghu can bend and stretch his face so much that he can reach this point.

At this time, he possessed the old turtle with the technique of "Divine Fighting", which consumed a lot and had limited time, but he didn't have that much time to argue with the ancestor Linghu.

So, when the ancestor Linghu had no idea at all, the old guitar raised his hand and shot a yellow spiritual light into his body, and then turned into a golden light, which disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.

Just as the ancestor Linghu checked his body in a little horror, a misty sounded in his ears—

"Fellow Daoist Linghu, whether I am deceived, you will know whether you can refine this 'Divine Light of Merit'. If you are willing to cooperate with me, you will meet on Feifeng Peak, Qifeng Mountain in Qifeng Mountain in seven days later. If you don't want to, that's all. Even if you want to find fellow Taoists to encircle me, it's okay."

"I just want to remind you that if you miss some opportunities, you will have no regrets to take."

After hearing these words, the old ancestor Linghu's face was gloomy and stayed there for a long time. After several moments, he turned into a yellow light and flew back to Huangfeng Valley.

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Seven days later, the top of Feifeng Peak of Qifeng Mountain.

Wan Xuan held a green jade teacup in his hand and savored the sake in the cup.

The old turtle carrying a heavy tortoise shell stood quietly by.

The old gui looked at Wan Xuan with a little nervousness and asked:

"God, are you sure he will come?"

As for the "he", it naturally refers to the Linghu ancestor in Huangfeng Valley.

For Lao Gui, his previous errands were obviously ruined.

Although Wan Xuan had never blamed it, he was still worried, afraid that Wan Xuan's plan would fail, so he sucked his soul and dismembered it in anger.

Wan Xuan glanced at it with his eyes slanted, and the old turtle lowered his head with guilt.

Wan Xuan saw it holding the green head and green tortoise shell, and it looked pitiful. Suddenly, he felt a little cautious, so he stopped scaring it and said:

"Don't worry, he will definitely come. People die for money and birds die for food. There is no courage to take risks. How do you think he has cultivated the Nascent Soul?"

When the old guitar heard this, he was relieved. Seeing that Wan Xuan looked a little impatient, he didn't dare to ask anything more, but just lowered his head awkwardly.

As Wan Xuan expected, a faint light flew out of the branch of Wujiang River and came towards Feifeng Peak.

Although this light of escape is always paying attention to hiding itself, since it is in Qifeng Mountain, Yu Wanxuan's eyelids naturally have nowhere to hide.

Soon, the escape light came to Feifeng Peak and landed in front of Wanxuan.

When the light of escape dissipated, an old man wearing a yellow brocade robe with a smile on his face, squinted his small eyes and looked ugly, appeared.
Chapter completed!