Chapter 689 Cheerful
"Sir, what should we do?"
"wait."
"Still waiting?"
As soon as the devil uttered these two words, he saw a cold light coming across him. He immediately closed his mouth and muttered: "Just wait."
There was no other way to do it without waiting. With the venerable being outside the spirit boat in a stalemate, how could he intervene.
It would be fine if he had magic power in his body. Now, in this body of Banner Slave, he can only save a little bit of magic power. It won't take long for the golden elixir to reach its peak. It is not enough to stimulate the protective aura to resist the sage's spells.
The Lingzhou steward was horrified and quickly burned the spiritual talisman in his sleeve.
The spirit boat in the Ancient Immortal Tower should be able to flow unimpeded. Not to mention the ordinary sect monks, even the elders of the sect would not dare to intercept it.
However, facing the Venerable, they had to stop. They did not even dare to open the defensive array of the spirit boat. If they accidentally opened the magic weapon and attracted the attention of the Venerable, the spirit boat would instantly turn into a coffin.
Fortunately, it is not far from the ancient city, and you can even see the outline of the city when you look over.
Even though I was worried, maybe the shopkeeper of Xianlou could not do anything if he learned about this matter. Everything still depends on the wishes of the venerable.
To the steward's surprise, he had not heard of the reputation of the white-robed Venerable. However, Venerable Chuiyun had long been famous in Xingluo. After the two sects merged into one, Venerable Chuiyun's reputation even reached A pinnacle.
No other sage can climb this mountain.
Looking at the black-robed Taoist standing on the deck, the steward still did not rush over to ask.
Those who didn't hide away at this time were all because their legs were weak, so how could they ask questions knowingly?
Didn't look at the Taiyi Patriarch himself as a clay Bodhisattva crossing the river.
Why bother wading into muddy waters.
Tu Shanjun took off the wine gourd from his waist and said with a bright smile: "Why don't you intervene before you wait? I don't have enough mana as a banner slave. Where should I find the remaining mana?"
"Otherwise, you can hold the flag and let me show off my power. I don't think there are all the ghost kings in the ten directions, and I can really get involved."
The devil immediately made an unnatural smile: "You are so small and weak, you can't bear to be driven."
The conversation changed: "Master, you are much more cheerful."
"You must always learn to enjoy hardships."
"Yes Yes."
"Master, you are cheerful and cheerful, and you are in a good mood too."
The devil wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
It doesn't even know whether it is the devil or the person in front of it is the devil. The old devil was so moody that even his servants were trembling with fear and trembling for no reason.
The old devil really wasn't joking just now.
It felt that if its cultivation level were not too low, anyone at the peak of Nascent Soul would be captured and made a banner slave.
Faced with this kind of crisis that is beyond his control, the old devil's first thought must be to improve his own strength. Fortunately, it has foresight and never takes the initiative to improve its cultivation.
Gag here.
the other side.
Venerable Taihua's expression remained calm.
With a flick of his finger, the spirit boat 'swam away' in front of the two of them like a fish sinking into the water.
"Fellow Taoist, are you so ignorant of good and evil?" Venerable Chuiyun sighed.
He did not stop him, but his eyes became firmer: "When I was young, my talent was not the best, and my luck was not good. I couldn't even understand the inheritance of my ancestors. I could only go from simple to complex, and from complex to simple. , and finally cultivate into Kunpeng."
The golden Tianpeng sword made a rustling sound.
It sounded like some ethereal creature screaming, more like scales and feathers overlapping and vibrating.
When Chuiyun finished speaking and raised the Tianpeng sword, a black gold roc appeared with the sword, gently vibrating its wings, and the black gold iron claws tore open the small world in front of him.
Wave again.
The black gold roc turned into starlight feathers and draped itself on Venerable Chuiyun.
"Maybe this is my only chance in this life. My talent is not good, so I need a clear 'Tao' and guidance."
Chuiyun tapped the Heaven-Swallowing Cauldron under his feet. As the Heaven-Swallowing Cauldron carved with flowers, birds, fish and insects swayed, water ripples poured out, and a gigantic figure jumped out from the ripples.
The huge ghost shadow of Ling You Kun shrouded the sky, and with the long sound in the sky, Ling You Kun's figure also turned into scattered starlight.
Even the cauldron under his feet turned into green gold liquid and clung to it, and couldn't turn into a simple piece of armor in an instant.
"I know you have a background, and I have seen Taiyi's methods."
"That thunder talisman kills people. Even in the middle stage of divine transformation, I can't resist it, but I still have to try."
Chuiyun raised his Tianpeng sword and pointed it at Taihua, who was standing on the clouds in the distance.
The blade whistled.
A big roc with the head of a spiritual giant Kun spreads its wings, its figure is proud and blocks out the sky, as if the entire sky is being carried on the back of that giant beast, surrounded by clouds.
Just a slight swing of its tail immediately stirred up millions of waves.
It was at this moment that the blue sky and the sea of stars became one color.
"The sky is empty and the earth is different."
The more he pondered the Lord's actions, the more Tu Shanjun became able to understand his realm.
No wonder the ancients summed up the two realms of Nascent Soul and Transformation into one realm.
The Venerable is the great achievement of the Nascent Soul, and the shadow behind it is the manifestation of the true meaning. Coupled with the use of heaven and earth, a small world controlled by the Venerable is formed.
If the level gap is smaller, there is still the possibility of fighting across levels.
Even those who are in the middle stage of transformation can still compete, but Chuiyun has already reached the late stage.
Although it may seem like a small realm, it is actually a qualitative change.
Just like the Great True Monarch and the normal Nascent Soul, the gap between them is huge.
What's more, Chuiyun also refined the inheritance to obtain Kunpeng's phantom. One look at this inheritance will tell you that it is extraordinary, and I am afraid it will not be inferior to ordinary geniuses.
At this time, it was inevitable to look at Venerable Taihua with hesitation.
Taiyi Shengxian Sect must have great origins, but no one knows its specific strength until they actually take action.
Not all monks with origins are strong. After all, geniuses are in the minority, and the majority are mediocre monks.
You can't always place your hopes on the sect's trump cards.
No matter how great a family is, it cannot withstand such a defeat. Taiyi only used his hole cards when he had no other choice, otherwise he would have kept them forever.
"Master, why don't we run away?" The devil swallowed hard.
"That's a good strategy."
"It's just inappropriate."
"What's wrong?"
"I am afraid of death, but I may not die. You are not afraid of death, but you may die."
"What the hell?"
The devil curled his lips and his eyes rolled around before he turned around.
It turns out that's what the old devil meant.
Once they escape, Lord Chuiyun will definitely attack very hard, and the body of Banner Slave will be shattered. The old devil will just return to Soul Banner, but it will suffer disaster in vain. It is impossible to say that it is under the blow of the Lord. He lost his life.
If you say you are not afraid of death, who is really not afraid?
So I didn't say much, just secretly prayed that Taihua would be more powerful.
Venerable Taihua stepped forward in the air.
The silvery light of the prime moon spurted out from the gap of the ancient sword behind him like smoke all over the sky, instantly whitening the sky.
Keng!
The ancient sword is unsheathed.
The roar of the dragon echoed loudly.
The feet of the white-robed monks have turned into a long ridge of black iron. A bright full moon hangs above the ridge, spreading out like a huge disk and filling the entire sky.
The monk walked on the ridge, and the slowly rising moon behind him faded away, revealing an illusory woman dancing against the background.
Sword dance.
The full moon occupies most of the small world.
As the sword finger formed a seal, thousands of rays of light condensed into a torrent of sword energy. It didn't look like sword energy at all, but more like the drizzle of early spring, gathering like smoke on the Thorn Ridge.
The bright moon rises from the misty rain in the desert, and the monk from Thorn Ridge walks alone.
Taihua raised the ancient sword in his hand and cut out streaks of smoke under the dancing moon shadow.
The boundless sword energy ripped apart the cloud light carried by Kunpeng above.
Venerable Chuiyun's eyes suddenly condensed.
Just after fighting.
It was just a test by Tianhai Yishi, but it was damaged by the white-robed monk's slash. It would have been fine if he had activated his magical powers, but he didn't. It was just a light slash, as if he had made thousands of slashes. Just as skillful and so understated, it just destroyed his temptation.
He may have underestimated this person's strength.
"Sea Shepherd Whale!"
Without hesitation, he completely expanded his own small world, and the entire small world seemed to turn into a vast ocean, and Kunpeng's shadow changed from horizontal to vertical.
As the golden claws were launched, the water mist condensed into ice blades in mid-air and collided with the incoming boundless sword energy.
…
The Jindan monk from the Ancient Immortal Tower shouted: "Open the spirit boat defense array."
Now he no longer cares about whether the formation will attract His Majesty's attention. If the formation is not activated, most of the monks on the spirit boat will die in the aftermath of this battle.
Even a Jindan master like him would be seriously injured by the aftermath of the Venerable's battle.
"Why hasn't the rescue from the Immortal Tower arrived yet?" The Jindan monk gritted his teeth and turned back to take control.
The people on the deck were the first to feel it, but they didn't know where to hide. The spirit boat was such a big place, and even if the formation was raised, it probably wouldn't last long.
If they had time to hide, they might as well stay on the deck. At any rate, most of the pressure would not be on them.
Thinking of this, Mo Ji, who only had the foundation cultivation level, quietly glanced at the black-robed Taoist next to him.
He felt that the closer he was to the black-robed Taoist, the less pressure he would bear. On the contrary, the further away he would be, the stronger the pressure he would bear.
But there was a limit. Once he was five steps away from the black-robed Taoist, he could no longer walk.
It was only now that he felt the terror of the great monk.
Grandmaster Jindan was already a powerful monk to him, and it was generally impossible for him to come into contact with the ancestor of Nascent Soul, let alone the so-called venerable one. Moji had always regarded the venerable one from Xingluo as a legend, because he After living for such a long time, this was the first time I saw the ancestor of Nascent Soul.
Boom.
The large spiritual boat in Guxian Tower is like a small boat on the sea, allowing the waves to round and flatten it.
Even if the formation is extended, it can only barely stabilize the body.
If the spirit boat hadn't been huge, it would have been blown away by the collision of spells.
A layer of light mist flashed in front of him.
Tu Shanjun looked up at the sky, and the suspicion in his eyes receded.
If Taihua could come here alone, he must have crossed the Eastern Wilderness Barrier.
Those who can travel between great realms must be those with great supernatural powers.
He shouldn't doubt Taihua's strength.
"bass."
A mist flew away.
Lord Chuiyun wiped his cheeks to feel warm.
The devil said happily: "Did you win?"