Chapter 597: Achieve the Yuanshen Dao, Ren Xiaoyao, Heaven and Earth

The rise of thoughts made many Ningsha cultivators feel cold in their hearts. They saw the shattered dragon and god tiger in the air, and their eyes burst out with jealous light.

Although this Xue Mingzi has great magical power, if he offended this senior soul of Taihao Sect, he would have to die! Tianduzi looked at the figure in the eternal white light in the sky, and felt a little more gloomy and joy in his heart.

The magic sword with sword energy soared into the sky suddenly broke into the air. A sword formation appeared in the air like a big circle, and a constant turning sword energy seemed to transform into endless birth and death.

"Junior, do you think the sword formation evolved from this Heavenly Sword Technique can stop me from killing you?"

In the faint voice, there was endless majesty. The man in the white light had his eyes casually and dispersed, as if he was sure to win against Yi Chu. He was not worthy of taking Yi Chu's earth-shaking sword into his eyes.

The pride of the master of the soul is not comparable to that of ordinary evil-condensing cultivators!

"Old thing, I have tolerated you for a long time! You killed me as soon as you came, thinking that I am a soft persimmon, you can pinch it at will? I tell you, don't think that my sword formation can't stop you, so I can't do anything. I have a way to cure you, so wait for me!"

Yi Chu, who was standing in the air with sharp sword intent soaring into the sky, reached out to the sky at the moment when the Taihao Sect Yuanshen cultivator spoke, reached out to the sky and pointed his hand at the sky, shouting and scolding.

Yi Chu's curse without any scruples immediately changed his expression. This guy is really weird. He dares to curse such a primordial cultivator at the level of the soul!

The soul is simply equivalent to an existence in the immortal realm. No matter where you go, it will be highly respected. However, now it is pointed at the nose and scolded by a Nascent Soul monk.

The Yuanshen cultivator hadn't encountered this situation for many years. He was so angry that he had no reaction, but the white light formed sharp swords outside his body, piercing the sky!

Anger is the anger of a master of the soul. And no matter where this anger is vented, it will be an extremely terrifying existence.

"Old guy, wait, I can't control you, someone will deal with you!"

While speaking, Yi Chu suddenly looked up and shouted to the distance: "Ancestor of Blood Transformation, all the things you are looking for are here with me. Now someone wants to kill me. If you turn a blind eye, I will ruin this thing. Let's break up!"

The rolling sound, like thunder, instantly spread throughout the mountains and rivers of eight hundred miles in an instant.

"Who dares to bully my disciple? He is so bold! Today, I will kill all the dogs who bully my disciple here!"

The sound full of murderous intent suddenly came across the sky, and the rolling blood waves gathered into a rushing stream, instantly covering the sun and the moon.

The Yuanshen Cultivator is another Yuanshen Cultivator!

Whether it was Chen Feiyang or Tian Duzi, they felt sad. They knew that they no longer had to think about this matter.

Achieve the Tao of the Yuanshen, and the heaven and earth are free and free!

As long as all monks achieve the soul, they can travel all directions of heaven and earth without death, and do not hang out in the world. Not to mention some low-level monks, even some golden elixir-level monks have the knowledge of the soul monks in the legend.

But today, the killing of the Xueming Ancestor not only caused a Yuanshen cultivator, but also a Yuanshen cultivator was called by Xueming Ancestor. In an instant, there were two Yuanshen level existences within the eight hundred miles of mountains and rivers.

Two souls, this is basically something that I can't even think about. Today, they will appear together because of the same person.

"Ancestor of Blood-Crafting, I never thought that you really escaped back then!" In the white light, a Taoist in green robe gradually appeared. The Taoist looked at the Ancestor of Blood-Crafting with a serious face, with a tremor in his voice.

The Blood-Crafting Ancestor looked at the Taoist in Qingyi, as if he suddenly thought of something, and asked uncertainly: "You are not... by the way, your surname should be Shangguan, yes, your surname is Shangguan. Back then, the one who stood beside Qingfeng and held a sword for him was you?"

A master of the soul was actually holding a sword for others back then. As soon as this statement was spoken, it immediately attracted mixed eyes. I wanted to hear how this master of the soul could explain how he was holding a sword for others back then.

"I met the ancestor in Shangguan Wuwo, and I met the ancestor! Back then, I did meet the ancestor with my family master, but I didn't expect that the ancestor would actually remember me!"

"Gaga..., remember, how could I not remember? Back then, it was you guys who ruined most of my foundation in the Blood-Crafting Sect. I vowed to cut you open and sacrifice to my dead children!" The Blood-Crafting Ancestor smiled yinly, and a bloodthirsty aura rushed straight out of the nine heavens.

"Ancestor, although you are still in style, you have forgotten one thing. You are no longer the blood-transforming ancestor who was traversing all directions back then; and here I am not the Shangguan Wuwo of the past. If I guessed correctly, the ancestor should have escaped from the master. Now, let Wuwo and send the ancestor away completely."

A green rainbow flew out of Shangguan Wuwo's ​​sleeve in an instant, and the sequential sword energy soared into the sky.

"The sky-level flying sword, this is the sky-level flying sword!"

Seeing the flying sword in Shangguan Wuwo’s hand immediately attracted the whisper of the monks below. This heaven-level flying sword is simply a legendary existence. How come it doesn’t shock me when I see it today.

The Blood-Cultivation Ancestor looked at Shangguan Wuwo, who was looking horizontally in all directions, showed a contemptuous smile on his face, and blood lights suddenly gathered towards his body. The rolling blood clouds instantly gathered into a shocking wave, ready to pour out of the void at any time.

Within the eight hundred miles of mountains and rivers, the rolling murderous aura merged into the vastness, and the cold wind swept across the cold valley with a sad stern sweep. All things in the world became small in this vast mountain. Confusion and despair, blood and murderous intent instantly enveloped the world!

Yi Chu looked at the two people in the void, and as his divine thoughts turned, he suddenly shouted loudly: "Nine Son Yin Demon, I know you are here! If you hide again, I will give this thing to my master now!"

"Gaga, you are smart, but no matter how smart you are, you can't escape my palm. Hurry up and give me my things!" A blood-red big hand cut through the void and grabbed it straight. This big hand grabbed in the void, and hundreds of figures flew straight towards the big hand!

"Help!"

The low-level monks who were unable to move were screaming at the top of their lungs, destroying their livers and gallbladders. As soon as these screams were heard, a body exploded in the air, and blood and flesh flew across, gathering towards the palms like a return sea!

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