Chapter 1049 The Future
A person's name is like a tree's shadow.
Ouyang Qiuxian is undoubtedly the most active Dao Lord in the East Wilderness.
However, it is said that he was killed by the ancestor of the Yu family many years ago.
That battle was unprecedented and golden, and it was one of the few major events in which a Dao Lord fell. There were also countless cultivators who witnessed that battle.
The organization has of course collected the files, which clearly stated that Ouyang Qiuxian was dead.
It also said that the weapon spirit holy weapon that was supposed to be in the center of the vortex and attracted a group of Dao sons and geniuses to fight for it also exploded in the void in that battle.
But what about now?
Lou Jingou only felt that the initial excitement and excitement gradually faded like a tide. After the astonishment and surprise were withdrawn, what was left was a deep trembling and fear.
He never thought that he would see Ouyang Qiuxian again.
He never thought that the unknown cultivator would hold a weapon spirit treasure in his hand.
The two are connected.
Lou Jingou came to a shocking conclusion.
Ouyang Qiuxian stood in the air, and the terrifying pressure of the True Demon Dao Lord was fully released.
Under the suppression of the Lord of the Great Dao, the formation that was supposed to be in operation was stopped, and even the many great saints who poured in were frightened and dared not move forward, not to mention the Yu Renying who was sitting in the center.
Yu Renying felt that it was obscure and difficult to turn, as if he was moving an immortal abyss.
Even if there were no Dao flowers blooming in the void, Ouyang Qiuxian standing there had already reached the sky and the underworld, blocking many saints of the Yu Ren clan.
Yu Renhui was almost desperate.
He was obviously one of the masters, but now he was completely like an outsider.
Not to mention the use of his own power, he couldn't even see the situation clearly.
"The Lord of the Great Dao has suppressed the formation, and we can't use the formation to help the ancestor."
"Two Lords of Dao?"
"Which big force is doing this?"
"Does it want to completely destroy my feathered people?"
"..."
"God will destroy my people!"
"..."
Wu Rong's face turned pale.
The consumption of supporting the two Lords of Dao was too much for him to bear.
So much so that Ouyang Qiuxian, who was standing on the formation in the distance, actually flickered.
He could only pray to his master to quickly kill the ancestor of the feathered people who hid in the magic weapon, otherwise it would be disadvantageous to them if it dragged on for a long time.
Tu Shanjun did not hear Wu Rong's shout.
However, if Ouyang Qiuxian walked out of the soul flag again, facing the Lord of Dao on the left and dozens of saints on the right, the pressure would definitely be great.
"It's enough to have that moment of stagnation!"
"Call back Ouyang Qiuxian."
Hearing what his master said, Wu Rong was surprised but did not have any doubts, and waved the soul flag to call back Ouyang Qiuxian.
Without a Lord of the Great Dao, the paleness on Wu Rong's face suddenly melted away, and his blood was surging and stable.
But without the suppression of the Lord of the Great Dao, the blessed land formation of the Feathered People also started again.
Tu Shanjun freed one hand to grab Wu Rong and the Zunhun Banner in his hand, and the white face of Bingfeng suddenly turned into the truth of Qingmian Fang, and the flat crown dropped thirty-six imperial tassels.
The Hell Transformation Robe was surging.
The Yin-Yang Grinding Wheel fell in the void and hovered behind the Ghost King.
The Feathered Infant certainly felt that the obstruction of the formation had disappeared.
Ouyang Qiuxian's reflection disappeared.
Now he also came back to his senses.
These two are indeed Lords of the Great Dao, but one is the Dao Lord of the Spirit of the Instrument, and the other is the reflection of the soul. All the pressure must be borne by the Taoist holding the banner.
As expected, the Taoist couldn't hold on and took away the Taoist shadow. Now that only the Taoist Spirit of the Instrument was left, they and the ancestor would definitely be able to save the ancestor from the water and fire, and also preserve the past and future of the Feathered People. This is the overall situation he should protect.
Boom!
The torrent of Taoist magic exploded the void and wanted to completely destroy Tushan Jun's foothold.
However, even if the void collapsed, the Taoist of Life and Death was still walking on flat ground.
He held the Honored Soul Banner Master with one hand.
He turned his back to the saints.
The right arm wrapped with the Soul-Catching Divine Chain turned like a spinning wheel, and the Yin-Yang millstone behind him shrank with a clang, and the load of the Avenue creaked, as if dragging a deep world.
"Roar!"
The Ghost King roared.
The thirty-six imperial tassels shattered.
The red hair danced wildly in the void.
The flesh and bones of the body under the hell robe were completely tense.
Clang!
Squeak!
The soul-catching lock was deeply embedded in Tushan Jun's arm, wrapping and squeezing the robe on his right hand into his flesh and blood.
Dao marks emerged.
But his expression remained the same.
The torrent of saints behind him was blocked by the Yin-Yang grinding wheel, and he took on the heavy pressure of the feathered people. He roared and dragged the magic weapon bottle out of the jade pool!
"Not good!"
The feathered infant shouted.
Everyone could see clearly how serious the ancestor's injuries were.
Only with the nourishment of the magic weapon bottle and the jade pool would there be a chance to fully recover. If he was caught by the terrifying Taoist, the ancestor could only fight with his severely injured body.
Such injuries were not enough to support the ancestor to win the battle.
"We must tear open the blessed land completely, and connect the killing array to the protective array of the entire Yu Clan. Then even he will be defeated here."
Yu Renying looked at Yu Renyue and Yu Renhui and shouted, "At this critical moment of life and death, help me!"
The protective array will not be dismantled, but after he agreed to Yu Renyue's plan, they cut off the protective array and made the blessed land as solid as an iron road.
If he wants to recover completely, Yu Renyue and Yu Renhui will be needed.
Both of them have magic weapons and can mobilize extraordinary power.
Especially Yu Renyue, he can carry the remnant of Hunyuan Dao.
If he were to command the formation, with the fighting power of dozens of saints in the clan, even a full-blown Yihua Daojun would have to retreat.
Yu Renhui was stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses and was about to crush the token.
However, the purple-gold thunder axe was already on his neck.
"You?!"
Yu Renhui felt the absolute coldness penetrate his skin.
Yu Renyue shook his head and said, "Don't move. I don't control my power that well now."
Yu Renhui was furious and shouted, "You are going to be a sinner for eternity!"
"If I hadn't known his true identity just now, I would have been a sinner, but now it's different. He is the Daojun of Qiling!"
The unwillingness in Yu Renyue's eyes was gone, replaced by a firmness. He didn't blame Wu Rong for deceiving him. This was originally a life-or-death battle.
It's better to hide.
You must be able to hold your breath at the critical moment. Even not speaking is better than speaking.
Silence is more useful than anything else.
He doesn't need to be silent.
Yu Renhui fell into deep thought.
He felt that what Yu Renyue said made sense, and his uncertain eyes made him speak.
"But if we kill him, the artifact treasure will eventually fall into the hands of our Yu clan. At that time, even without the ancestor, our Yu clan will still be a top-notch force, or even go further."
Yu Renyue shook his head and said, "I, Yu Renyue, never covet my friends' treasures."
"Friend?"
Yu Renhui looked like he had seen a fairy: "How long have you been together?"
"Friends are not just about how long they have been together, but because they are friends, they can be together for a long time."
Yu Renhui sneered: "Okay, then wait."
"You and I will be in a stalemate, and then I will see how your 'friend' will settle everything, kill all of our Yu clan, and throw all the souls into his magic weapon."
"That's good, we can't live together, but we can die together."
...
Yu Renying did not resent Yu Renyue's obstruction.
He had no time to resent, let alone preach.
The torrent of the great formation was carried on his shoulders, and the life of the ancestor was also on his shoulders.
In such an urgent moment, he could only count on the killing formation of the blessed land.
Now he has a more comprehensive understanding of the Taoist Lord.
In the past, he only knew that his ancestor was powerful. After all, the ancestor was also powerful in the group of Yihua Taoist Lords, but now this green-faced ghost king, that simply subverted his imagination of Yihua Taoist Lord.
The ghost king of the life and death path, holding the banner master and the magic weapon in one hand, the yin and yang grinding wheel behind him resisted the strangulation of the blessed land formation, and he could also pull out the ancestor and the treasure bottle hiding in the jade pool with one hand.
The treasure bottle is not just a magic weapon.
The ancestor is hiding in it.
That is the strongest fighting power of the Taoist Lord and the magic weapon.
Not to mention dragging.
It is difficult for ordinary people to shake it.
"Ah!"
The huge force of the Yin-Yang grinding wheel behind him shook, and the torrent of Taoist magic exploded and bloomed. Even Tushan Jun could feel the robe behind him being torn into pieces. Under the erosion of flesh and blood, even the Taoist bones of the immortal Taoist body broke into pieces.
After all, it was the foundation of the Yuren Clan that could compete with the great formation of the Taoist Lord Shou Jin.
A trace of Taoist blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.
Tushan Jun's right hand, still unmoved, slowly turned around.
He forcibly pulled the magic weapon bottle in front of him.
"Puff!"
His right hand pierced straight into the mouth of the bottle.
The ghost claw grabbed the things inside while groping.
"Come out!"
Tushan Jun screamed and howled.
"Ah!"
A shrill scream came from the bottle.
At the same time, there was an extension of the Devouring Avenue.
Yuren Feihe was already desperate.
He was running the Avenue and rotating the magic weapon like crazy.
Under the erosion of the devouring energy in the Chaos Swallowing Heaven Bottle, the robe on Tushanjun's arm was melted, and then the flesh and blood on his arm were dissolved in the bottle like pus and blood.
In a short while, only a skeleton with the soul-catching chain was left.
The devouring breath also spread along the arm to Tushanjun's body.
"I asked you to hide!"
Wu Rong immediately spread out the Book of Life and Death.
He turned the Honored Soul Banner into a jade pen, and crossed out the name with the dripping Taoist blood like ink.
"Ah!"
Yu Ren Feihe screamed in pain.
Baji.
Like a snail that had shed its shell.
The ghost hand, which was only left with a skeleton wrapped around the soul-catching chain, grabbed a huge head from the treasure bottle.
"Daoyou,"
"Please enter the banner!"
Tushanjun opened his bloody mouth without any hesitation.
Chop!
Only a headless body was left hanging at the mouth of the magic weapon.
The magic weapon fell with a bang.
Puff! ! !
The Jade Pool stirred up thousands of waves.
The man who controlled the Feathered Infant sighed to the sky and lowered his head helplessly.
He whispered softly: "It's over!"
The Feathered Infant felt that if they dealt with it well or worked together, they would have a chance to defeat the Taoist Spirit of the Instrument.
Even if they couldn't defeat him, they could still drag down the opponent's Banner Master.
However, not only did they not deal with it in advance, they also failed to unite and attack.
The ancestor had clearly predicted that his end was coming, but he wanted to use this opportunity to eliminate the voices of internal discord.
In the end, he ended up with a death.
He had clearly predicted his own future, so why didn't he change it properly?
What about the future of the tribesmen?