The old Taoist sword was so powerful that he was even injured!
You must know that Di Qing is already a ninth-level Dayan Immortal, ranking at the top. Even the Dayan Immortal of the same realm can hardly inflict wounds on him.
But in this encounter, the old man who claimed to have emerged from the underworld was injured with just an understatement of his sword.
Not only Di Qing, but also Jian Wushuang's unconcealed sword intention made his body's blood surge after he canceled the sword.
This understatement of the sword caused them to be injured to varying degrees. The old Taoist Huang Quan did not stop at all, and stabbed forward fiercely with the Baoguang True Sword in his hand!
"Inheritance!" Di Qing muttered the incantation in a deep voice, and a huge light that could not be concealed surged into the sky from behind him.
A pure white white crow appeared, and its holy pupils like snow lotus took on a charm, and then it resolutely crashed into the old Taoist disciple of Huangquan.
As if he sensed the threat, he took a step back and suddenly swung forward with the fly whisk in his left hand.
In an instant, hundreds of millions of white silk threads danced wildly like long snakes, facing the white crow statue and covering it.
The two collided, and before the White Crow Treasure phase could even release its momentum, it was entangled by billions of white silk threads.
Jian Wushuang frowned, and immediately looked at the pale Zhao Ting and Xiqingchi beside him, "We will fight later, I will use all my strength to tear a hole in this magic circle, and you can go as far as you want."
Zhao Ting looked at him and opened his mouth but said nothing.
Qiqingchi's eyes were slightly red, and he said softly, "Sir, I'm sorry, it's my fault."
"Take care of yourself." Jian Wushuang glanced at her one last time, holding the invisible long sword in hand, and moved forward resolutely.
Di Qing looked solemn and said in a deep voice, "Although this old Taoist has died, the energy contained in his body is extremely abundant. I'm afraid his immortal source has not been depleted."
Jian Wushuang looked forward with solemn eyes. If his judgment was correct, then Huang Quan Lao Dao was most likely a peak ninth-level Great Evolution Immortal, belonging to the same realm as Di Qing.
Moreover, Old Daoist Huangquan is far from fighting alone. More and more immortal bones are tearing apart the immortal tombs and walking out of the immortal tombs, leaving them at his disposal.
This first battle into Dmitian is probably going to be quite tricky.
After Di Qing's blow was offset by the white silk whisk, Huangquan Lao Taoist no longer fought, but quickly retreated while waving the whisk in his hand.
The whisk seemed to have some kind of bewitching magic sound, and those fairy bones flew towards me from all directions again.
"Don't let these things get close to me. I'm going to pick off that old Taoist's head." Di Qing looked at Jian Wushuang and said.
Jian Wushuang nodded, and his palms directly released unparalleled energy, each strand of which was enough to crush an immortal bone.
Di Qing's figure no longer stayed, and a pair of wings with golden patterns that were more than several feet long suddenly appeared from behind, flying straight into the void.
Facing the old Taoist Huangquan, he no longer released the treasure, but vibrated the wings behind him.
In an instant, countless forces burst out, like mountains and seas about to collapse!
There are hundreds of millions of golden feathers, carrying an unimaginable aura, and they are falling like divine punishment from heaven!
Every golden feather was destroyed, the dead energy in the sky was swallowed up, and shocking holes were burned in every direction, and everything was illuminated.
This is Di Qing's all-out move, a move without any reservations.
"boom!"
Old Taoist Huangquan raised his head, looked at the golden feathers of destruction in the sky, and waved the fly whisk in his hand.
The white silk whisks stretched thousands of miles in an instant, turning into a barrier to protect him.
At this moment, the earth was torn apart, countless immortal bones were burned by the falling golden feathers, and the earth was on fire.
No matter how strong the whisk barrier built by Huangquan Old Taoist is, it is still unable to compete with the golden feather that carries the momentum of mountains and seas.
When the whisk barrier was torn open, golden feathers filled the sky like locusts, attacking Huang Quan Lao Dao.
The unspeakable explosion centered on him, tore the Northern Territory directly from the middle, and the plane was about to be torn into pieces.
This kind of escaping energy could never be endured by Yanxian. Jian Wushuang stretched out his hands to protect the two people behind him, Qingqing Chi and Zhao Ting, and then prepared to break the formation under him without stopping.
The next moment, Lao Lao's voice sounded like Hong Zhong Da Lu's.
"Certainly!"
Jian Wushuang, who was holding the invisible sword in his hand and preparing to push it horizontally, felt that his whole body was being bound by some kind of shackles, which directly interrupted his control of the Yanli!
Even Di Qing, who was above the void, was also affected. His body trembled and he fell to the ground uncontrollably.
The world is silent, only the raging fire spreads!
The white silk barrier on the fly whisk receded, revealing the figure of the old Taoist Huang Quan.
At this time, he was in a very embarrassed state. His gray-white skin was burned with large holes, revealing a shocking skeleton. One of his two eyeballs also exploded, making him look even more ferocious.
"You thief, how dare you insult me?"
He was so angry that his tattered Taoist robes and the fly whisk in his hand were turned into ashes, "Today, I will definitely want you to become the nourishment in my Huangquan Magic Heaven Formation!"
The deafening sound stopped, and the old Taoist Huang Quan held the sword in his right hand, and his left hand, which turned into a bone of bones, kneaded the sword repeatedly.
Immediately, the immortal bone formation that trapped Jian Wushuang, Di Qing and others slowly began to rotate.
Countless broken immortal bones were floating and surging in it, carrying an extremely ferocious murderous aura and death aura.
These countless powerful immortals who have fought in all directions and died here have been refined even after their death and have become the nourishment of the formation.
This is a fierce formation!
Along with the Huangquan Old Taoist's repeated kneading techniques, the Huangquan Law Heaven Formation began to fluctuate and became like a quagmire.
The feet began to become muddy, and at the same time, pairs of skeletal palms stretched out, grabbing madly at Jia Jian Wushuang and others.
Another strong divine blood gushes out, and it surges up in an instant.
"We are all nourishment, paying homage to the souls of my dead subordinates." Old Taoist Huangquan chanted in a deep voice, and with his voice, the divine blood in the entire Huangquan Fatian Formation completely devoured Jian Wushuang and others, and then boiled.
There are still immortal bones that walked out of the immortal tombs, rushing towards the magic circle without hesitation, integrating into it, becoming a part of it, and strengthening the magic circle.
The boiling and viscous divine blood is like the Milky Way falling from the sky, ferocious and extremely ugly.
Huang Quan Lao Dao looked at this scene with his only remaining eye. He seemed very satisfied, and then moved forward in a daze.
The next moment, the blood river in the Huangquan Fatian Formation suddenly trembled, and then a figure quietly emerged.
There was not even a trace of blood on his body. He held up an invisible long sword in his hand and drew the bow and arrow as if shooting at the sun. The tension in his arm was rounded to the extreme.
The next moment, the invisible long sword was suddenly thrown out, like an arrow shot from a divine bow, with an indomitable and majestic momentum!
The earth trembled, and wherever the sword passed, the void was shattered.