Suddenly, a tall phantom of the soul appeared in an instant, and also waved out a palm, facing Li Yukong.
The two huge palms collided together, making an earth-shattering roar.
It was actually Sui Xing who had manifested his soul. He, who had just been dumbfounded and at a loss, now laughed slyly:
"Little plum, you have been fooled."
At this moment, a sudden change occurred.
Among the three mages who besieged Wang Lang, the short and fat mage's aura surged. His strength, which was originally in the late stage of the True Realm, reached its peak, and his phantom also grew to more than thirty feet.
The situation was reversed, and Wang Lang was caught off guard. He was punched in the chest by the short and fat mage, and the phantom of his soul shook as if it was about to collapse.
Wang Lang gritted his teeth and held on, hurriedly mobilizing magic power to stabilize the phantom of the soul. However, before he could take a breath, two other mages took advantage of the situation and stepped forward, one on the left and one on the right to hold his two arms tightly.
Wang Lang struggled desperately, but at this time, the short and fat mage waved two huge fists, punching him on the chest with the middle door open. After only four or five blows, his soul phantom could no longer hold up.
, collapsed.
His physical body also fell to the ground due to damage to his soul, and was pinned to the deck by a huge hand, unable to move.
On the other side, Yuan Jinsheng also lost his panic expression. Taking advantage of Sheng Yang's dazed moment, the circle of flames surrounding him suddenly surged, wrapping around Sheng Yang tightly like a fire dragon.
Immediately, the long sword in his hand stabbed out one by one, hitting Shengyang Yuanshen's limbs and chest respectively. Shengyang wailed unwillingly, and the Yuanshen's shadow also collapsed and disappeared, leaving only the main body half kneeling on the ground.
At the stern of the boat, Sui Xing and Li Yukong grabbed each other's palms and were still facing off. Sui Xing laughed proudly and said:
"Little Lizi, haha, you don't think I really have no means to fight back, do you? This physical body is indeed unbearable, but my soul is still strong. The reason why I hide is to lure you into the urn."
Li Yukong looked at Sheng Yang and Wang Lang who had fallen to the ground, and couldn't help but lament in their hearts. It seemed that the victory was decided and the situation was over.
On the other side, Yuan Jinsheng withdrew his "Yuan Shen Transformation" magical power, came to Sheng Yang, and said in a deep voice: "Junior brother, surrender."
At this moment, Sheng Yang, who was half-kneeling on the ground, turned his palm over and shot out a talisman, heading straight for Yuan Jinsheng.
Yuan Jinsheng didn't pay attention, but rotated his sword, forming a sword curtain to block the talisman's attack.
When Sheng Yang saw this, he sighed in his heart, his body was stooped, and he was ready to capture him.
Suddenly, a long sword stabbed through his chest, and blood flowed down instantly. The sharp tip of the sword trembled slightly, and magical powers shot straight at Sheng Yang's soul.
"Stop!" It was Yuan Jinsheng who roared.
He pushed Zhu Changyou away who was about to draw his sword again, and shouted sternly: "Just capture him, why do you want to take his life?"
Zhu Changyou stumbled to the ground. Seeing his master so angry, he hurriedly turned over and knelt on the ground. On the surface, he was submissive, but he said firmly:
"Master, if I want to avenge Xia'er, I also want to save you."
Hearing this, Yuan Jinsheng's fingers trembled. He knew that his disciple had a deep relationship with the female cultivator named Xia'er and became a Taoist couple. Xia'er was killed by Sheng Yang, so he had a grudge against her, so he took the opportunity to take revenge.
"He is more useful alive, and he won't hurt me." Yuan Jinsheng said in a cold tone.
But the matter had come to this, and punishment would be of no use. Finally, he lamented helplessly: "Oh, that's it, just step back."
Sheng Yang's heart veins were severed at this time, and the sword just now was not only aimed at physical damage, but more fatally, it also contained the power to annihilate the soul.
At this time, his soul was about to collapse, and he was dying. There was blood foam in his mouth, and he looked at Yuan Jinsheng with blurred eyes and said:
"Senior brother, senior brother, don't make the same mistake over and over again. You'll be able to turn around and be safe."
Yuan Jinsheng hurriedly took out the elixir and gave it to him to drink, then input gurgling magic power into his meridians, and said in a panic:
"Junior brother, don't speak for now. Quickly close your heart and stabilize your spirit before speaking."
"Ahem, senior brother, there is no need to waste elixirs and mana. If I were still in the realm of merit, this injury would not be serious, but in the realm of perfection, I have no way to save myself. Listen to me." Sheng Yang grabbed me.
He held Yuan Jinsheng's palm and said hastily:
"I never thought about competing with you for the position of Star Lord. Master said that you gave up on your own initiative, so I reluctantly took the position. Senior brother, why are you bothering? If you want this position, I will give it to you. Why
Want to betray Taoism?"
Yuan Jinsheng's eyes flashed, a trace of tears flashed under his eyes, and he murmured: "I don't care about this position, I just want to create a new era, an era where all living beings are equal and the Taoism lasts forever. Junior brother, you have misunderstood me."
However, at this time, Sheng Yang was already confused and could no longer hear. He looked up at the dim full moon in the night and murmured:
"I really miss those days when we both sought the truth together, raising glasses to the moon and singing songs to each other over wine. Ahem, master, I have failed to live up to your instructions, Kaiyang..."
His voice became weaker and weaker, and gradually became silent. His arms dropped weakly, and the great master of the generation, Shengyang Xingjun, fell.
Yuan Jinsheng's throat surged, and he was silent in the end. A stream of tears fell silently, but he was thinking in his heart: "Junior brother, you will understand in the future."
When Li Yukong saw Sheng Yang dead, his eyes were about to burst, and he let out an angry roar. The giant green dragon at his feet rushed towards Sui Xing with its teeth and claws, opening its huge mouth to bite Sui Xing.
Suddenly, a big hand grabbed the giant dragon and threw it hard on the deck. The long sword slashed down like lightning, nailing the giant dragon to the deck.
Another person came from behind and hit Li Yukong on the temple with a double-wind-piercing hammer. For a moment, stars appeared in his eyes and his soul was shaken.
At this time, Sui Xing took the opportunity to swing out a punch, chopping it down like a mountain-cleaving axe, knocking him away.
The phantom of Li Yukong's soul shattered, and his physical body fell heavily to the deck. He struggled to stand up, his body swaying and unsteady, but his momentum was like the green pine after snow, which would rather break than yield.
Li Yukong looked at the approaching Sui Xing, Zhu Changyou and another mage, then at Sheng Yang who died tragically on the spot, and Wang Lang who was pressed to the ground and struggling hard, with determination flashing in his eyes.
He took out the purple gold gourd, chanted the incantation in his mouth, changed the techniques, and frantically mobilized all the mana in his body to pour it into the gourd. At this moment, Li Yukong had a death wish and was ready to detonate the power of the purple gourd and perish together with Sui Xing.
.
Sui Xing saw what he was thinking, but didn't care. After a cunning smile, he made a magic trick with his hand, and green light shot out, surrounding Li Yukong. Then, the green light turned into a mask and surrounded him.
Trapped in it.
Then, he said with a sarcastic face: "Stop struggling in vain, do you feel the passage of your mana? Hahaha, although I can't set up another illusion, I can slightly change the rules of a certain area.
Isn’t it despairing that your strength has dropped to the level of Qi training and you can’t detonate this purple gold gourd? Hahaha..."
Seeing Li Yukong's helpless, desperate and collapsed expression, Sui Xing's proud laughter became even more wanton and arrogant.
Suddenly, Suixing's laughter stopped abruptly, as if someone had strangled a cock, his movements stagnated, and he stood frozen on the spot.