The purple-gold thunder ax held an ax flower in the hand of the tall ghost king wearing the disguised robe of hell.
The Ghost King moved his steps.
call out.
The purple-gold thunder ax spun in the sky and flew back to the front of the Yuren Yue.
At the same time, the Ghost King stretched out his pale palm.
The oval-shaped thick purple-black nails were pressed down slightly, and a series of silk threads appeared in the air.
Crunch!
The yin and yang millstones in the void rotate and tighten.
Countless silk threads are fully manifested, making a sonorous sound when the millstone turns.
Yuren Feihe's standing body was wrapped around and squeezed into the flesh and blood by the soul lock, leaving traces of skin and flesh.
Thirty-six talismans extended and intertwined to form the patterns of the path of life and death, taking root deeply in an attempt to completely uproot the soul of the end of life hidden in the six-foot golden body.
Squeak!
The flesh and blood burst open, and the muscles and bones screamed.
Yuren Feihe was astonished, and stared at the Ghost King with a flat crown on his head with a pair of golden eyes filled with endless starry sky.
The other party is a real Dao Lord, but how can he quietly sneak into the blessed land of the Yu Human Clan and stand in front of him when he is also obviously a flower.
"Suggest friendly means!"
Yuren Feihe lowered his head and glanced at the deep wound extending straight from his chest.
He was careless with this blow.
In fact, it was not careless. He wanted to use a flaw to catch all the Five Saints at once, so he attacked like this.
He really didn't expect that there was a Lord of Dao lurking around, ready to attack.
Yuren Feihe has his own pride. Even though he is old, he does not feel that the Ghost King's methods are despicable.
The way to fight.
The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit.
There is no method that cannot be used, not to mention that the other party has murderous intentions. He should never have thought that Lord Dao was standing behind the other party.
His eyes moved and looked at the great sage who always retained his strength.
Wu Rong, who was targeted by Yuren Feihe, looked serious.
The five holy weapons behind him had already been put away, and there was only a brand-new soul-honoring banner in his hand.
The banners and seals represent the wheel of the universe, all living creatures, the two sides of life and death, forty-eight divine patterns intertwined, and the mysterious breath is like the edge of chaos and the strongest barrier.
When the Sovereign Soul Banner was fluttering and completely wrapped around Wu Rong, no one would want to fight against a monk holding such a magical weapon.
Yu Renyue looked at the thunder ax that was so close, and then looked blankly at the tall ghost king standing in the sky and entering the formation.
He was clearly a great king.
The breath of life and death surrounds immortality like fairy catkins.
"Master of Life and Death?"
He is really confused now, when will they invite Mr. Dao?
Even if I ask for it, I can't pay the price.
At the same time, there was no joy in his eyes, but instead, there was deep fear and trembling.
Yu Renyue did not want to invite Mr. Dao to come.
Once Dao Lord steps into Yu Mountain, the entire Feather Clan's arrangement will be completely ineffective. The great formations and treasures left by their ancestors will all become decorations, and they will become lambs to be slaughtered.
If he lets Daojun in, not only is it not for the sake of Yu Ren's future, but he will be a sinner who deserves to die.
"Yueren Yue!"
Uncle Liu's anger was beyond words, and he roared like a mad beast.
The person he yelled angrily was Yu Renyue, but he did not focus on Yu Renyue, but stared at the Dao Ghost King who was riding on the clouds in the distance.
Yu Renyue lowered his head.
He understands Uncle Six's anger.
To put it bluntly, the strategy he initiated against the ancestors was essentially an internal revolution. If it succeeded, it could secure a future for the Feathered People. If it failed, it would also allow future generations to see clearly.
However, things are different now.
After another Lord of the Great Dao appears.
Regardless of success or failure, this revolution has no meaning.
Success is an uncertain future that cannot be controlled.
Failure cannot comfort future generations. On the contrary, Yuren Yue will be nailed to the pillar of shame as a traitor.
Thousands of years, ten thousand years, one hundred thousand years!
He was deceived.
Bitter.
Unwilling.
Yu Renyue looked at Wu Rong, his eyes full of complex expressions, which eventually turned into a sigh.
If he says he doesn't know, who will believe him?
No one believes it.
Even his younger brother Yu Renzheng wouldn't believe him.
None of the feathered people looked happy.
The only person who was so excited that he couldn't contain himself was one person.
That is Lou Jingou, the top saint king of the organization.
He originally thought that he would be completely defeated this time, and even lose his life here. He didn't want to know that there was no way out, and there was a village with dark flowers and bright flowers. Behind the helpless Taoist friend stood a king of the Dao.
"Fellow Taoist, you are not a human being."
Yuren Feihe gradually calmed down.
He allowed the soul-grabbing lock to strangle him, his flesh and blood burst open, and the blood dripped down onto the heaven and earth, turning it into a chaotic color.
The Ghost King of Dao Dao looked indifferent.
It was as if he had not heard the words of the Yuren Ancestor.
"Even if fellow Taoist doesn't answer, I can still feel that fellow Taoist is not a human being through the mysterious breath of the path of life and death."
The conversation changed and his eyes moved to Wu Rong: "The Tao aura surrounding that boy conceals his true Tao. This kind of wonderful method is not something that ordinary people can do."
"He relied on the guidance of fellow Taoists."
"And, with the help of his body, fellow Taoist, I was able to enter the blessed land without my noticing."
Qingming flashed through Yuren Feihe's eyes, and he said calmly: "It is enough to show that fellow Taoist is not a real monk. He should be the weapon spirit of the soul flag divine weapon!"
"What?!"
Everyone in the house was shocked.
They never thought of such a thing.
In other words, from their perspective, they cannot see the difference between the ghost king and the real monk.
Yuren Feihe is different.
He deduced many results and combined all the information to 'take action quietly', 'undetectable at extremely close range', 'Xiao Xiu gets close', 'dare not use too much mana', 'the magic weapon is still in Xiao Xiu's hands in the end'...
Only the saying "God Weapon Spirit" can explain everything.
"Daojun Weapon Spirit?!"
Yu Renyue's eyes flashed with light.
It turned out that he was not deceived.
It would be better to say that he never understood Wu Rong from beginning to end.
This is also why Wu Rong was able to rush to the Yuren clan alone and dare to brazenly say that he would take away the soul of their Yuren ancestor.
Now it seems that Wu Rong is not arrogant.
"Good insight, and even more rare is this calmness."
"At this critical moment of life and death, fellow Taoist still has the time to analyze my origins."
The hoarse and ethereal voice slowly spread out.
That voice came from the Ghost King of Gaotian, who was the main soul of the Zunhun Banner, Tushanjun.
Tu Shanjun intertwined his hands and grabbed the extending chain, slowly tightening the soul lock under the rotation of the huge yin and yang millstone behind his back.
When he held the thunder ax and disemboweled Yuren Feihe, he planted the Soul Hook.
Right now, the other party has to deal with the mental instability while being seriously injured.
Unexpectedly, such a dangerous situation did not make Yuren Feihe crazy. He figured out Tushanjun's heel through calculation.
Wu Rong's expression was firm, and his mana surged like a galaxy.
At that time, Lou Jingou asked him to use the magic weapon. He could have used the 'Earth Soul Calming Bell' to cover it up. However, once the magic weapon was used, the loss would be huge and the mana would be insufficient. The battle would definitely be disparate.
Yuren Feihe is not an ordinary Taoist king.
He could only hide his clumsiness.
It's for moments like this.
While chewing the Yin Soul Pill to replenish his mana, he flew up to the clouds. When his facial makeup fell off, he held up the Soul Reverend Banner and spread out the book of life and death, just like a powerful king sitting in the middle of the army.
"Yu Ren is a great man, please plead guilty and obey the law!"
The sound of thunder rolled down.
The light is like the roar of thousands of ghosts and gods.
Now Yu Renzheng finally understood why Brother Rong said he was lucky. It turned out to be a divine weapon and soul flag. More importantly, the divine weapon contained a great weapon spirit, the Taoist Lord of Life and Death.
This is more than just luck, it is probably something that many people dare not even think about.
"Confess?"
"Fighting the law?"
Yuren Feihe laughed loudly.
When he laughed wildly, infinite breath burst out, and when he roared, he tore open the blessed land above.
A turbid bottle fell from the void.
Boom!
The turbid bottle hit Yu Renfeihe's body hard, and the small bottle actually completely contained Yuren Feihe's six-foot-long body.
The soul-grabbing chain has not been cut off, but Tushanjun can no longer sense the end of the soul-grabbing chain.
"Ancestor's Divine Weapon."
Uncle Six did not exclaim as if expected. At the same time, his eyes flashed and he shouted: "Open!"
The blessed land is shaken.
The ripples turned into mysterious gates.
Many ambushed saints stepped out of the ripples one after another.
"Ancestor is in trouble, take action quickly!"
Uncle Six gave an order, and nearly twenty saints had already integrated into the blessed land formation.
The Sixth Uncle Yu Renying stepped into the air and sat at the center of the formation, a strange look flashed in his eyes.
This formation was originally meant to protect the blessed land and prepare the final blow for the ancestor. Unexpectedly, in such a situation, he would instead use the formation to save the ancestor's life.
The ancestor must never fall.
At least he can't fall down now.
This is the big picture!
"What are you doing?!"
Lou Jingou looked at Yu Renying in surprise, then suddenly turned his head to look at Yu Renyue, as if to ask again, isn't this your ally? Why not only did he not help, but now he stopped him.
Such a great situation, once Yuren Feihe is allowed to survive it safely, will never be the same again.
The most important thing is that Yuren Feihe came over slowly, and it was mostly them who were liquidated.
Yuren Yue staggered to his feet and shook his head slightly.
Wu Rong saw that his master was concentrating on involving Yuren Feihe.
Yuren Feihe must not be allowed to escape.
Look around again and see the formation.
Wu Rong's face turned ferocious, he raised his head and poured down countless Yin Soul Pills. Even his energy and blood rushed like a galaxy in the boundless starry sky. He suddenly waved the soul flag: "Come out!"
Buzz!
Another figure walked out of the self-respecting soul flag.
Xuan Gong participates in creation.
All true, all true devil.
Ouyang Qiuxian took one step forward.
The moment he saw Ouyang Qiuxian, Yu Renzheng opened his mouth for a moment.
His eyes were full of shock and surprise.
He didn't expect to see this person again.
In the end, I swallowed all the words.
He has never seen this magical weapon, and he has never seen this Lord of the Great Dao.
He didn't even know the origins and whereabouts of the magic weapon.
"What?!"
"Another Lord of the Great Dao?"
"..."
All the saints were shocked and could not control themselves.
There is only one King of the Great Dao, but there is a second one.
Counting their ancestors, there are actually three Tao Lords in Yushan now.
This is simply unbelievable.
Lou Jingou, the top saint king of the organization, looked at the sky with dull eyes. He suddenly remembered something and pointed at the figure excitedly: "Ouyang Qiuxian!"