The ancestor of Tingyang has not moved around for thousands of years, and people from the Ting family worship him, so he no longer has the slightest concern.
This time when I went out for a walk, a close friend came to invite me. He said that Gu Aolai had a lot of treasures in the country, as well as the kind of elixir that could improve his cultivation after being eaten. Therefore, the ancestor was tempted, and it happened to meet the Ting family members.
I found a rare little beast that has a very keen sense of smell for treasures.
Ancestor Tingyang, who had just entered Gu Aolai's country, followed the little beast's guidance and came here, and happened to find Wang Yuan refining those green needles.
Faced with such a commanding monk, Wang Yuansheng had the idea of playing tricks on him, and immediately said: "Of course I recognize it. Patriarch Tingyang is famous. When I was practicing as a junior, Patriarch Tingyang has already become the target for me to surpass. Today
Seeing it is not worthy of its name."
As soon as Patriarch Tingyang heard this, he immediately puffed up his beard: "Junior, please tell me why I am not worthy of my name, Patriarch. If you can't tell me something, don't blame me today.
If you get angry, I will suppress you severely here!"
"When you see me refining treasures, you want to rob them by force. This goes against the ancestor's style. Isn't this enough?"
The ancestor was speechless for a moment, and felt that what Wang Yuan said made sense. The sneak attack on people was indeed a bit unreasonable. However, faced with the attraction of the treasure, the ancestor of Tingyang was extremely tempted. In the dilemma, he scratched his head and ears.
Wang Yuan guessed that this ancestor of Tingyang would not be born for a thousand years, and maybe his scheming had also declined. Although he had just sacrificed the green needle, it was still not ready enough, so Wang Yuan started in the body in front of the ancestor of Tingyang.
Perform the final sacrifice.
The little beast on the shoulder of Tingyang Ancestor smelled the smell of the treasure in Wang Yuan's body when he sniffed it, and there was more than one treasure, and there were also some treasures that made him drool.
Squeak!
The little beast grabbed a strand of Ancestor Tingyang's beard. The hesitant Ancestor Tingyang wanted to slap the little beast when his jaw hurt. However, the idea conveyed by the little beast made the Ancestor suddenly wake up.
"How dare you, the junior, play tricks on me, ancestor!" The ancestor was furious. After living for so long, he was almost deceived by a junior with just a few words. The ancestor was furious. He wiped the storage bag and a whisk appeared.
When he waved it, a strange wind blew away.
Wang Yuan used the aura of the "Three Death Stones" to condense these green needles. The mark of the soul was printed on them, and he gave them the name "Soul-Tearing Needles". These green needles are extremely fast and are a must-have magic weapon for sneak attacks.
, Wang Yuandu almost stumbled upon this magic weapon.
When the ancestor waved that strange wind, it was the moment when the sacrifice was successful. Wang Yuan looked at the ancestor Tingyang mockingly, and the Dayan Divine Pillar behind him unsheathed, and the shadow of the stick in the sky immediately turned the strange
The wind shattered it.
The bright golden light and the power of the Dayan Divine Pillar Zhiyang Zhigang, under the control of Wang Yuan's thoughts, whizzed towards the ancestor Tingyang.
As soon as the whisk was rolled up, countless white strands grew wildly, immediately surrounding Ancestor Tingyang like a huge white cocoon.
The Dayan Divine Pillar smashed into the huge white cocoon with a fearless attitude. In an instant, golden light burst out, and a cracking sound resounded on the white cocoon, like a turtle shell cracking with countless horizontal stripes. The ancestor of Tingyang was
He was knocked away with one blow, and several mouthfuls of blood spurted out in mid-air, his expression sluggish.
Ancestor Tingyang had the idea of escape. During these thousand years of recuperation, he had learned nothing else but to cherish life. He did not dare to confront Wang Yuan head-on. Therefore, when he turned around, the Yuan Shen revealed his head and swept it away.
The nine hundred and ninety-nine flying swords in the air came to life and all flew into the air.
Ancestor Tingyang spent a lot of money and threw an object. It was an array containing a lot of spiritual power. It complemented the flying sword array, and the sword energy that was stronger than before was emitted and shot through the space.
The nine hundred and ninety-nine flying swords landed in their respective positions one by one. The sword formation was completed. Ancestor Tingyang spit out a mouthful of blood essence. Without saying a word, he pointed fiercely at Wang Yuan. The sword formation began to move, and the strange force that split the sky
Howling, countless sword lights came like rain, crisscrossing and circling in mid-air, forming a rotating sword wheel, with the sword tips pointing at Wang Yuan.
After doing this, Patriarch Tingyang spurted blood again. Without even looking at the result, his body turned into a phantom, turned around and ran away.
Wang Yuan's eyes flashed, and between his eyebrows, he saw that the Soul-Slaying Banner was already in his hand. Waves of demonic energy surged, ghosts cried and wolves howled, and with a mighty wave of the Soul-Slaying Banner that was several feet in size, thousands of souls flew out roaring and divided into thousands.
Thousands of them merged into one, quickly rushed into the air and crashed into the huge sword wheel.
At the same time, two flame lotuses suddenly appeared in the hands, and were ignited with the power of extreme fire to form world-destroying lotuses, which whirled and roared towards them.
Looking at the escape route of Patriarch Tingyang, Wang Yuan sneered: "I want to run away!"
The several-foot-long soul-killing flag danced, not to mention its powerful power. As it danced, a demonic hand, just half an arm, stretched out from it, following closely behind Patriarch Tingyang under the filled black mist.
The rotating sword wheel was constantly being swung with thick sword energy, and each one had the power of the original sword. It seemed that Patriarch Tingyang had spent a lot of money to escape.
Countless souls are unpredictable. When the sword energy comes, they rush forward without hesitation. Although each soul has limited power and will be wiped out by the sword energy as soon as it gets close, thousands of souls form together and condense together.
The power can be described as raging, and it is really not small. It just wiped out more than half of the sword energy in the sword wheel.
The destroyed souls were recovered by the Soul-Slaying Banner, and after a short period of time, they would be regenerated. This is the power of the Soul-Slaying Banner.
Two flaming lotus platforms also descended, with raging flames raging into the sky and blazing flames burning the world. The lotus platforms suddenly exploded, and countless tongues of fire spurted out from them, instantly engulfing the sword wheel.
The sword wheel was struck by two consecutive blows, and was shaken and scattered. Its power was reduced, and the light on it also dimmed slightly.
Wang Yuan grabbed it with his big hand and pocketed the sword diagram and the nine hundred and ninety-nine flying swords. With the improvement over time, this sword formation will definitely be able to exert a more powerful force than when Patriarch Tingyang used it.
Besides, Patriarch Tingyang didn't understand how to shrink to an inch, but the monks in the Dongxu stage were extremely fast. They could run thousands of miles in the blink of an eye. Even more so when they felt the pursuit of the dark arm behind them, they used Blood Escape, and their speed suddenly increased.
More than double.
But the arm was also burning with black mist, and as the speed increased, it immediately surpassed Ancestor Tingyang.
The ancestor of Tingyang was shocked. His face was pale, as if he were dead. He had not been born for a thousand years, but he encountered such a evil star as soon as he came out. He hated it so much!
He took out the jade slip that he was reluctant to use from his storage bag, and when he was about to crush it, the dark arm swung out a powerful force and shattered the jade slip in an instant, killing the power sealed within it.
puff!
In desperation, Patriarch Tingyang continued to spurt blood, and the blood escape method also consumed a lot of his energy. If he continued to use it, he would be exhausted before he could be caught.
Looking at the fly whisk in his hand, Patriarch Tingyang gritted his teeth and threw it out, turning it into a white silk shield behind his back, hoping to take this opportunity to block him for a while and then escape.
But this idea also broke down. With a flick of his arm, the shield collapsed, and the speed continued unabated. The soul-slaying banner was approaching Dacheng, and its power was already different from that of Dacheng. The stage of Dacheng was too difficult, think about it.
That number is heart-stopping.
Wang Yuan's voice came from within his arm: "I told you, you can't run away."
The big hand grabbed hold of Patriarch Tingyang, and then his arm returned at a speed faster than the pursuit speed.
After a moment, the soul-killing banner retracted its arm, and the half-length ghost face on the banner grinned ferociously, and was taken into Wang Yuan's body.
With a grasp of the void, the Jiuyi Cauldron was placed above the head of ancestor Tingyang. The ancestor of Tingyang had lived for thousands of years and had no courage to self-destruct, so he was generously sealed by Wang Yuan and sent into the Jiuyi Cauldron.
After doing this, Wang Yuancai picked up the little beast that was trying to escape and put it in front of him for inspection.
This little beast is extremely psychic, and its big eyes are full of tears. When dealing with this little psychic beast, you cannot forcefully enslave it, otherwise part of its spirituality will disappear.
But Wang Yuan had his own way. The black hole behind his head opened, he stretched out his hand and grabbed out a chubby little beast. Little Ling'er hung on the fur of the little beast and fell asleep.
Wang Yuan stretched out his fingers and scratched Little Ling'er. Little Ling'er pursed her lips and waved her little arms, but she was still asleep.
On the other hand, the chubby little beast woke up immediately and stared at Wang Yuan warily, but the fear was still in his eyes.
"Good guy, did you eat all Ling'er's rations, eh?" Wang Yuan asked as he picked up the little beast, which had obviously gained a lot of weight.
Woo hoo.
The little beast choked a few times and lowered his head, not daring to look directly at Wang Yuan.
After a long time, he woke up little Ling'er, rubbed his big eyes and said, "Uncle, Ling'er hasn't slept enough yet."
"Don't sleep now, help uncle teach this little thing a lesson." Wang Yuan said, holding the treasure hunter rat in his left hand and the little beast given by Chu Feier in his right hand.
"Hey, it turned out to be a treasure-hunting mouse." It seemed that Xiao Ling'er recognized this mouse and smiled sweetly.
Little Ling'er took out a small wooden stick, flapped her wings, and flew to the treasure-hunting mouse. While banging the wooden stick, she said: "From now on, you will do whatever uncle asks you to do. Do you hear me?"
The treasure-hunting mouse understood Xiao Ling'er's words, but he didn't want to follow Wang Yuan. He didn't know what method Tingyang ancestor used to attract this treasure-hunting mouse.
As soon as Ling'er's little mouth bulged, the small wooden stick increased its strength: "If you don't obey me, I will let the big tiger, two tigers, three tigers and four tigers bite you together."
Wang Yuan glanced at the newly added little beast, he was already ranked fourth.
However, the power of Xiao Ling'er's wooden stick was not as strong as before. A few hits made the treasure hunter enjoy it, and it crawled in the air and narrowed its eyes.
Xiao Ling'er called out the three tigers who turned into a black mist, and also called on the new little beasts to join them. However, the treasure-hunting rats moved nimbly and dodged in the air. For a while, they were fighting in a ball.
Wang Yuan separated these little things at the right time. Little Ling'er's face was red, she was panting, and she stared at the treasure hunter angrily.
Wang Yuan picked up the treasure-hunting rat and said directly: "Follow me and I will find a female for you in the future. How about it?"
The treasure-hunting mouse nodded repeatedly, its eyes shone, and stood up to bow to Wang Yuan and thank him.