You must know that even if you are a true master in the late stage, you can only teleport a thousand miles by relying solely on your own cultivation. Although Yuwen Zhouyuan does not know how far he can teleport after reaching the true master, it is obvious that it is absolutely impossible to be a hundred thousand miles.
Yuwen Zhouyuan analyzed that even a true-self monk would be unlikely to teleport 100,000 miles away in an understatement. And most importantly, the old man did not teleport alone, but teleported with himself. In this way,
Come on, he was even more afraid of the old man in his heart.
The old man was panting at this time, and teleporting a hundred thousand miles was not a small burden for him. But as soon as he saw Yu Wen Zhouyuan's face full of shock, he immediately raised his chin proudly, pretending to be emotional
He looked like that and said: "Oh, I'm getting older and my body has deteriorated a lot. It's just a mere one hundred thousand miles away for one teleport. It's really shameful."
Yuwen Zhouyuan remained silent.
After a long time, the old man gasped, and the proud look on his face gradually disappeared, and he said angrily: "Boy, have you ever seen someone teleport so far before?"
"No." Yuwen Zhouyuan said truthfully.
"Then you saw that my old man is so powerful and doesn't even fart?" the old man said with a glare.
Yuwen Zhouyuan gave the old man a strange look and said: "Senior's cultivation is truly the only one I have seen in this junior's life. I admire you!"
The old man snorted softly and boasted: "I have the opportunity to teleport you a million miles and let you see everything." After saying that, he pointed to the void in the distance and said: "That's the Qingshui Sect. Let's go, I will take you.
You kick Zong."
Yuwen Zhouyuan was a little late, looked at the old man, and said, "Senior, are we really going to kick someone else's sect?"
The old man flipped his right hand, and immediately had several cloaks with heads in his hand, threw one to Yu Wen Zhouyuan, and said: "On the head of the cloak, unless the cultivation level is two levels higher than yours, you can't see the appearance. This is what I have done for many years."
The inventory, you have to return it to me when you use it up!"
Yuwen Zhouyuan took the cloak, and when he glanced at it with his spiritual consciousness, he was immediately shocked. This cloak seemed ordinary, but in fact, it had something else going on. He glanced at it with his spiritual consciousness and found that it contained countless formations.
The sophistication of these formations was something he had never seen before, and it was no worse than those ancient prohibitions.
This is only the formation at the edge. As for the center position, Yuwen Zhouyuan's spiritual consciousness cannot peek into it in a short time. He moved in his heart and made up his mind to return the cloak without saying anything.
, the worst thing is to draw a few more pictures.
Seeing the old man put on his cloak, his whole body was suddenly illuminated by a silver light. When Yuwen Zhouyuan's spiritual consciousness was swept away, he immediately felt a stinging sensation. The silver light was like sharp thorns, making it difficult for his spiritual consciousness to penetrate.
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Yuwen Zhouyuan took a deep breath, and the idea of making this cloak his own became more serious in his heart. Without saying a word, he put on the straw cloak.
The old man glanced at Yuwen Zhouyuan, then held a rather strange seal in his right hand, pointed it lightly at the void in the distance, and suddenly a huge shadow suddenly appeared in the void. As soon as this shadow appeared
, the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth poured in crazily in a violent and raging state.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the shadow quickly solidified, forming a golden-armored giant holding a big sword. This giant had a ferocious face, like an evil god, exuding a violent aura, glaring with evil eyes, and his gaze fell on the old man's finger.
point position.
"Broken Army Golden General, smash it for me!" the old man shouted proudly.
The golden-armored giant waved the big sword in his hand without saying a word, and suddenly a dazzling golden light, like the sun setting on the ground, flashed across the void. Suddenly, a violently flickering pattern of water waves appeared in the distant void. Soon,
The lines grew larger and larger, and finally with a bang, they turned into huge fragments and scattered in all directions.
Immediately afterwards, the golden-armored giant snorted and slowly disappeared.
The old man immediately muttered something dissatisfied, and Yuwen Zhouyuan vaguely heard that the old man seemed to be scolding the golden-armored giant for being lazy...
At the moment of dispersion, a light spiritual energy suddenly spread out from the void and impacted in a ring around it. This force was full of destructive power. Yuwen Zhouyuan's expression changed.
, just as he was about to dodge, the old man waved his right hand, and a light curtain suddenly appeared in front of Yuwen Zhouyuan, blocking the ripple impact.
Looking at the old man, standing face to face where the circular ripples spread, he looked quite enjoying himself.
As the circular ripples spread, the void suddenly changed, and only buildings and pavilions were seen, floating above the white clouds like a fairyland, with colorful rays of light emitting from those pavilions.
This scene was several times more grand than what Yuwen Zhouyuan saw in the Dongyang Empire, especially because these attics were so wide that it was almost impossible to see the edges at a glance. At the same time, angry shouts came from these attics.
, and then, more than dozens of powerful auras rushed out immediately.
When Yuwen Zhouyuan's spiritual consciousness was swept away, among these auras, there were more than thirty monks in the True Master stage, and the remaining five were all True Lord stage!
Yuwen Zhouyuan took a deep breath. The Daxiong Xiuzhen Kingdom was indeed more than one level stronger than the Dongyang Empire. This sect, no matter the size or the strength of its sect, was far from comparable to the Dongyang Empire. It was not even an exaggeration.
It is said that only one sect from the Daxiong Kingdom can sweep across the Dongyang Empire.
After these monks rushed out, they immediately formed a fan shape to surround the old man and Yuwen Zhouyuan. Each of them had a gloomy look on his face, showing evil intentions, and almost all of them dispersed their consciousness and swept towards the two of them.
Just in an instant, most of these people had shocked expressions on their faces.
Yuwen Zhouyuan could clearly feel that at the moment when these people's spiritual consciousness swept over, a large amount of silver light suddenly flashed from the cloak. As soon as those spiritual consciousness touched the silver light, it was like white snow meeting a raging flame.
, dissolve quickly.
As for the old man, he made a seal with one hand, and the cloak on his head suddenly emitted silver light and turned into the shadow of a silver phoenix. With a wave of his wings, all the consciousness surrounding him suddenly disappeared.
Was swept away with a bang.
Immediately, some monks groaned a few times, swayed, and their faces became quite ugly.
At this time, among these monks, a middle-aged scribe wearing a dark blue robe flew out. This man's face was always pale and bloodless, and his eyes did not seem to have any sparkle. On the contrary, he was somewhat similar to Yuwen Zhouyuan, both black and white.
Revealing bursts of extraordinary color.
After the middle-aged man walked out, he held his fists and said in a deep voice: "You two broke my Qingshui Sect's formation for no reason. If you don't explain the matter today, then you can stay!"
The old man snorted, and with a wave of his right hand, he actually transformed into a bamboo chair, placed it in mid-air, and leaned on it.
Yuwen Zhouyuan said to the man: "I don't care, I'm just a thug. He asked me to come. You and he can go ahead."
There was a hint of undetectable fear in the middle-aged scribe's eyes, but the person he was fearful of was not Yuwen Zhouyuan, but this old man.
At this time, when he heard what the old man said, he immediately turned his eyes to Yuwen Zhouyuan and said in a deep voice: "Fellow Taoist, have we, the Qingshui Sect, ever offended you?"
Yuwen Zhouyuan was silent for a while, and without saying a word, he patted the storage bag, and an ordinary flying sword flew out from it. He shook slightly, and his spiritual consciousness was suddenly imprinted on it. In a burst of crackling sounds, this flying sword flew out.
The sword immediately melted into liquid and condensed together to form a silver ball the size of a fist.
"It's been a long time since there are so many cultivators of the True Monarch of the Qingshui Sect. I'm going to challenge you today. If I'm rude, please forgive me!" As Yu Wen Zhouyuan said this, he suddenly moved his right hand, pinching the magic formula and a little silver ball.
The silver ball flew away instantly, making bursts of sound as if it could cut through the void.
The middle-aged scribe had always been cautious in his eyes, but after seeing the silver ball, he was suddenly startled and sneered: "You are overestimating your capabilities!"
As he said this, the middle-aged man did not see the magic weapon being taken out, but his right hand was slightly in the air, and suddenly a purple aura suddenly shot out from his fingers.
As soon as this spiritual energy appeared, it immediately turned into a purple dragon, roaring and rushing towards the silver ball. The silver ball suddenly paused. Yuwen Zhouyuan changed the techniques in his hands and shouted softly: "Heaven and earth borrow techniques to change!"
Suddenly, the silver ball began to squirm strangely, forming a tiger with two wings on its back. This object was exactly the beast that Yuwen Zhouyuan killed back then, the winged tiger!
The silver ball turned into a ground-winged tiger beast. As soon as it took shape, it immediately seemed to be alive. It exposed its deep sharp teeth, opened its mouth and let out a silent roar. Suddenly, ripples of air came out from its mouth, and the purple dragon
entangled together.
The middle-aged scribe snorted coldly, waved his right hand in front of him, picked up the magic formula, and shouted: "The mantis' arm is like a chariot! Give me a share!"
Suddenly, the purple dragon split into two, quickly passed by the winged tiger beast, and roared towards Yuwen Zhouyuan. Yuwen Zhouyuan frowned and was about to retreat. At this moment, he heard the old man's voice in his ears.
The voice: "Boy, what are you hiding from? Don't move. Feel the artistic conception of Zhenjun monk!"
Yuwen Zhouyuan hesitated for a moment and slapped his right hand on the storage bag. If there was any danger, he would immediately take out the soul beads. In fact, the reason why he did not use some of his commonly used magic weapons in this competition was precisely because he was worried about the future.
Be identified.
Hearing the old man's words at this time, Yuwen Zhouyuan took a deep breath, and the scenes of meeting the old man flashed through his mind like lightning. Finally, he gritted his teeth and remained motionless. It was too late to speak, but then he saw two purple dragons. Suddenly
Coming quickly.
There was a hint of appreciation in the old man's eyes. Although there was no clue about Yuwen Zhouyuan's struggle just now, with the old man's experience, how could he not see it? He glanced sideways at the two purple dragons and raised his right hand.
, pinched it gently, and suddenly one of them, like a bubble, was crushed by him with a snap.
The middle-aged scribe's complexion immediately changed drastically, and the look of fear in his eyes became even stronger.
At this time, the remaining purple dragon, with roars and air waves, pounced on Yuwen Zhouyuan. Yuwen Zhouyuan's body immediately trembled, and he felt a huge impact force that suddenly rushed into his body.
, but the impact seemed quite fierce, but in fact it fell into the body like a breeze, without any aggression, and did not cause him any discomfort.
But in this breeze, there is a trace of undetectable emotion. This feeling is infinitely amplified in almost the blink of an eye, spreading throughout Yuwen Zhouyuan's body, even Yuanying.