Chapter 350 Yuan Tu

"Sure enough, there is someone!" The old monster's eyes twitched and he was surprised. He suddenly saw a person coming out of the clear light. He held a green lotus in his hand, with a big yellow pearl hanging on it. The magic was faint, and the water waves were churning. His face immediately changed and he shouted strangely: "It turns out that Zhang Quanyi's cow nose is chasing you. How dare to refine under the water, which shocked me!!"

Before, Wang Chan and Zhang Quan flew through the sky one by one after another. The yuan god stirred the spirit of heaven and earth and was unscrupulous. Originally, they shocked many ghosts in the wolf's in Xu Mountain. However, Wang Chan took a step forward and went away like electricity. The old monster of the yin wind only saw a little shadow from afar, and did not see the real form. He only had two old ghosts with the left and right sage king. Together, they blocked Zhang Quanyi, who came after him. At this time, when he saw Wang Chan coming from the bottom of the water, he couldn't figure it out.

In addition, Wang Chan just suppressed the three yellow springs, overflowing the essence of the yellow spring, and almost scattered the old strange shen. He finally restrained it. As soon as he saw the Lord, his heart suddenly became angry, and there was a strange cry in his mouth. Suddenly, he raised his hand and grabbed it. The shen rolled, and the black smoke and blue fire turned into a big hand to lean forward.

"Another old ghost!" Wang Chan recognized the old monster at a glance. His eyes narrowed and he didn't say anything. Before he met, there was a wave of water, and a large group of black smoke spread out. He stretched out a big green hand from it and grabbed it. Suddenly, he opened his mouth, and spewed a yellow gas on his face. His breath was soaring, and his exhalation was like an arrow. With a sound, he hit the big hand head-on. Up.

The old monster of the yin wind only felt the pain of the yuan god, condensed like a large hand of the entity, and then it collapsed and could not hold itself. In a shock, it was a little better to cleanly operate the white bone demon power that he had practiced for three or four thousand years, and stabilized the invisible spirit. As soon as he suffered a big loss under Zhang Quan's hand, he ran into the water. When he saw Wang Chan's refining method and dissipating the Huangquan magic spirit of the Wu family, he wanted to figure it clear. If possible, he would take advantage of the fire to rob and swallow Wang Zen. He could also rely on the power of magic to nourish his own primordial spirit.

Unexpectedly, when he kicked on the iron plate again, Wang Chan only spit it out in one breath and asked him to disperse. The breath was indeed the spirit of Huangquan. He couldn't help but be scared to fly out of the sky and turned around and was about to escape.

Suddenly, I saw the other party raise his hand again, and a cyan lotus flower with the size of a bowl flew out of his head, only shaking on his head. Suddenly, there was an uncountable clear light, one after another, brushing down.

"If you continue to brush me with the magic spirit of Huangquan, I have no choice but to retreat and dare not respond, but now I have changed the means, but I am not afraid. My sto-god is a condensed yin qi, which is ever-changing, and even Zhang Quanyi's flying sword can't be hurt...!"

"Oh, no! This is clearly the precious green lotus of the Qinglian Sword School!"

The clear light fell on his head, and the old monster was about to run the sway into the water to escape. The thoughts in his heart also changed rapidly with Wang Chan's action, as if he had made a roller coaster. He was relieved when he saw Wang Chan change his means, but how could he know that the next moment, the clear light brush on the top of his head fell down, and immediately wrapped his yuan god and superimposed layer by layer. When the two sides only touched each other, they immediately sneered, as if the red iron block was inserted into the cold well water, and the yuan god was suddenly brushed down by the clear light. Layer after layer, all turned into wisps of black smoke and melted without a trace.

This precious green lotus is the treasure of the ancestor of the Qinglian Sword School. The body is a nine-grade green lotus in ancient times. It belongs to a spiritual root between heaven and earth. Naturally, it is very different from most of the magic weapons in the world. The general magic weapon flying sword, even if it is sacrificed to the law, can restrain demons and evil ghosts, but if you fight against old ghosts such as yin wind and monsters, after hitting the yuan god, it can only consume his yin qi at most. Even if the power is greater, it is just like the heavenly heart lamp in Wang Chan's heart, which can release pure yang qi, shock Disperse the condensed evil spirit in the yuan god, as long as he escapes and spends time, he can naturally recover as before, without damaging the root of the yuan god.

But this precious green lotus is different. The nine-grade green lotus and the green lotus spirit bred by fertility are the purest things in heaven and earth. As long as they get close, they will be refined and completely disappear. Just like the old monster of Yinfeng now, as soon as his eccentric was wrapped in clear light, his whole body burst into extremely sad screams. The eccentric spirit, which he had cultivated after thousands of trials and years of cultivation, began to "disappear" one by one.

As long as it comes into contact with the precious green lotus, all the essence will dissipate in an instant.

This kind of dissipation is completely disappeared, and there is no room to recover. As long as it is gone, it will be gone. No matter how the old monster practices, it is no longer possible to practice back out of thin air.

This precious green lotus has been sacrificed by the ancestor of the Qinglian Sword School for a lifetime, but no one of the descendants can sacrifice this spiritual object like him, but it is at the end of Wang Chan. He was understated by him overnight and integrated his own ancestral god into it. The sacrifice can make him magical. The force has increased tenfold. Just because the sacrifice is not deep enough, Wang Chan can only play one-tenth of the beauty of this precious green lotus now.

Even so, the power seems to be far beyond Wang Chan's expectations.

Layers of clear air wrapped the yin wind old monster's yuan god, and the clear light gradually shrank one after another. The yin wind old monster's yuan god kept gushing out a large amount of dark magic gas from the core part. These magic qi are the magic vitality of the yin wind old monster who has been painstakingly for many years. Although it is precious, it is always better than losing the foundation of the yuan god. Come on. It's just that he is like drinking poison to quench his thirst. He can only temporarily block the oppression of the precious green lotus, delay the time, and wait until all the magic outside his body dissipates. At that time, the old monster still has no way to escape.

"Who the hell are you? How did the precious green lotus of the Qinglian Sword School fall into your hands? No one has ever been able to sacrifice this thing. How can you urge the spirit of green lotus? Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...!" The old monster of Yinfeng screamed and roared repeatedly. He only felt that he was really puzzled in his heart. He struggled desperately, but he could only watch the clear light outside his body become thicker and thicker, and he released his magic gas one after another. He couldn't help but be anxious. He immediately ignored his ability to press the bottom of the box. White bone god and demon.

Crackling! With a flash of water, the black smoke rolled on the primordial spirit, and the blue fire soared. Twelve cars [***] small white bone skeletons rose to the sky, like a group of demons dancing, spitting smoke and clouds, protecting the old monster in the middle.

Wang Chan and Baose Qinglian are connected with each other. Suddenly, he saw the yinfeng old monster shrinking into a ball of yuanshen, suddenly expanding, rushing out countless black smoke and blue fire, yin wind and white bones, twelve red-eyed white bone skeletons rushing out together, bulging smoke clouds, actually supporting the clear light outside. Rising, I couldn't help but move. I knew that this was a gloomy old monster who was trying his best to fight with himself. He quickly stretched out his hand and pointed, and the clear light fell layer by layer, fixed the other party's vomit, suddenly opened his mouth again, spewed out the water of the yellow spring, turned out of thin air, turned into a water wave, and integrated into it.

The old monster of yin wind is giving up his life to use his magic power, taking all the zodiatom to stimulate the white bone yin wind to disperse the soul method, and release the twelve white bone gods and demons that have been practiced by him. Under the expansion of the yuan god, even if he felt a light outside, he was suddenly overjoyed. He was about to continue to work hard and get out at all costs. At this time, But the man opposite stretched out his hand and pointed, and immediately countless clear lights fell from the lotus flower, trembling all over, like mountains pressing on the top.

Fang cried bitterly, but he unexpectedly saw a stream of yellow water seeping into the clear light. The bones were getting bigger and bigger. In a blink of an eye, it turned into a yellow evil wave, extinguishing the black smoke and blue fire outside his shen. It's close at hand, and I can see it clearly this time: "This is really the transformation of my majesty's Huangquan yuan god!!?"

"The two swords of the Taiyi Qinglian Taoist family, taking advantage of the time when the double yang disaster is coming, they brazenly launched an ambush to rob your majesty's shen. At this moment, if they really want to win, these nine yellow springs should also fall into their hands. How can they appear here? Could it be that this man is also a master of the two factions of Taiyi Qinglian, otherwise the precious Qinglian would not be in his hands!!"

The precious green lotus slowly closed, and the clear light contracted. Although it was slow, it was extremely firm. In the meantime, another yellow spring penetrated into it and set off a huge wave. It only rolled up the gloomy wind and the old monster withered and was depressed. If you want to go on like this, don't say that if you want to escape as you imagined before, I'm afraid he can't even support it for a moment. I went. At the moment, the old monster suddenly shouted strangely, and the primordial spirit immediately converged. Originally, it was arched by the twelve yuan white bone god demons, and the primordial spirit, who could not stop spreading and expanding, suddenly shrank to the size of a chicken egg, and the twelve white bone skeletons also became smaller, divided into twelve directions, and could not stop rotating, just like Zhou Tianxing, around.

The yin wind old monster refines the primordial spirit, and also has thousands of years of mana power. The yin god can control it, and naturally change the primordial spirit at will. This sudden shrinking, the original intention is to come and go, find a gap, and escape from the shackles. How did he know that the precious green lotus and the water of Huangquan outside him had been communicated with the shen by Wang Chan. The wonders were unimaginable. When his shen changed, he immediately changed with it. No matter how big or small, he only followed the shape and moved close to the body, just like a maggot of a tarch. Suddenly, the old monster's wish fell into the air.

Wang Chan saw that the yin wind monster at this time, the yuan god contracted and became more and more solid. The twelve white bone demons on the periphery roared and flew up and down. He urged the water of the precious green lotus and the yellow spring. Although it can also be gradually refined, the magic power of the other party's practiced for thousands of years is also not small. The method of ghosts, the most clear way of soul, such as If it goes on like this, I'm afraid it will take a lot of time.

Don't mention Zhang Quanyi above, even Wu was afraid that he couldn't forgive himself that day. When it arrives at midnight, even if I have a precious green lotus to cover it, I will definitely not be able to hide Wu's induction that day. If it goes on like this, it is obvious that there are many dreams at night, and the wise will not do it.

"Taibai Jianwan is the most profitable to attack and kill. At this time, it is not very useful to release it. On the contrary, it misses the opportunity to improve. On the contrary, the wooden demon ghost mother's original life god flag contains nine yin falling divine sand, which can not only kill the ghost magic power, but also ingest the old ghost and increase its power. It's just the right way."

As soon as the idea moved, the green gourd hanging around his waist flew out. Wang Chan remembered the spell and stretched out his hand. Suddenly, the demon flag spread, and a bloody light gushed out of thin air. In the light, many strange and ferocious devil shadows appeared, one by one, with teeth and claws. Pounce forward.

With a crash, the Yuanming God's flag was full of swaggering in the air. Fei Lian and other thirteen evil spirits were mixed with a large area of blood sand. The old monster of the yin wind immediately screamed, and the yuan god became more and more obscure.

"The original god flag! It turns out that the ghost mother has been killed by you, and even her magic weapon has fallen into your hands. Who the hell are you? The original life of the wooden demon mother was extremely poisonous. This action immediately became the last straw to overwhelm the camel. The old monster of the yin wind was grinded by the precious green lotus and the water of the yellow spring. After this, the soul was suddenly greatly reduced, and there was no more resistance left. It was only protected by the twelve yuan white bone demon. My own body.

"At the beginning, it should have taken a hundred years to practice the White Bone Demon Road to sacrifice several magic weapons recorded in the White Bone True Sutra together. To this day, as long as there are enough magic weapons in your hand, they will explode one by one, and there will be no chance to escape."

The old monster can't help but regret it.

Seeing that the situation is getting more and more dangerous, his ancestry is about to completely disappear. Suddenly, the other party's magic power has changed again. It turned out to be in the water. A big hand is far away, and five blood-like evil spirits are released from the fingertips of the five fingers, like a knife like a sword, condensed into an entity, and turns into a crystal clear one like red jade. Big hand, grab it straight down.

"Oh, seven kills and turn blood into a magic knife? How can you go to the magic power of the Xuanling Beidou Heavenly Palace? Are you the heir of the mantle mentioned by Master Yuan Tu?

The intention of death was born in his heart, but unexpectedly, at a glance, the old monster of Yinfeng only felt a burst of "heart" jumping wildly, inexplicably happy, and unexpectedly shouted, breaking the origin of Wang Chan's divine power.

"Oh?" Wang Chan's face moved and his hand paused. All the magic weapons stopped, "How can you recognize this magic power? Who is that Master Yuantu?

"It's really the heir of Master Yuan Tu! This seven-kill blood knife is the same. The old monster of Yinfeng shouted repeatedly: "Master Yuantu is the ancestor of the Taishang Xuanling Beidou Heavenly Palace. Now the soldiers in the world have only got a little bit of his Taoist fur. I was lucky to get a few instructions from the old man, entrusted by him, and I am here to wait for your arrival. Therefore, don't do anything. I'm afraid I can't stand you anymore!!"

"Oh! I know that Taishang Xuanling Beidou Heavenly Palace has long been destroyed. What I have learned is also from other places. You'd better tell the truth in front of me. Don't coax it, otherwise it will make your soul fly away and you can't even enter reincarnation.

Wang Chan's heart moved. There was something about the Taishang Xuanling Beidou Heavenly Palace. He still heard it from the Tiger Zen Master. At the beginning, he just listened to it as a wind. As soon as he heard it, he didn't expect that today, an old master Yuantu came out of the mouth of the Yinfeng old monster. Looking at his appearance, his words were as if something happened. Wang Chan was shocked. He couldn't tell whether what the old monster said was true or not--

(to be continued)