He didn't dare to actually touch it and fight up close.

The white-robed True Monarch has a precious mirror on his head, wears soft armor, rings a bell to shake the soul, and is assisted by a group of puppets who are not afraid of death. Liuhe Prism is like a treasure bag, and new spiritual treasures are taken out from time to time.

At this moment, Kung Fu had already taken out four spiritual treasures.

Thinking that he, a peer from the Tianyang Divine Sect, only owned two spiritual treasures, how could this person have so many? What is even more strange is where did he get so much mana to activate these spiritual treasures.

In fact, Yang Zongchen made a miscalculation. Counting the Sovereign Soul Banner, Taiyi Zhenjun was actually driving five spiritual treasures, especially the Sovereign Soul Banner also released all the evil ghosts, which was another huge consumption of mana.

"Who are you?! A descendant of which big sect in the Eastern Wilderness?" Yang Zongchen recalled the sun wheel. The outer round wheel surrounded it, and the inner round sun disk protected his body. While resisting the puppet wild dogs, he asked Taiyi Zhen

Jun.

"Ancient Shen Sect?"

"Great Galaxy Palace?"

"..."

"Red Flame Divine Phoenix Sect?"

"No, your spell aura is very different from theirs. There are many sects and families in the Eastern Wasteland, but none of them have an aura like yours."

"Who are you on earth, and how did you acquire this secret skill of puppet manipulation, and how did you acquire the spiritual treasure and powerful mana?"

"Are you a monk from another realm?"

Taiyi Zhenjun said nothing and just controlled the wild dog puppet with his spiritual consciousness. The treasure mirror above his head shone on Yang Zongchen, and the copper bell in his hand floated beside him under the blessing of magic power, releasing a faint sound wave.

"Wow, who are you?"

"Hide your head and show your tail, don't you even dare to admit the inheritance of your own practice and tell others?"

"Are you ashamed to admit it, or are you afraid of something?"

"That's right, even if you tell me about the inheritance of pickled fish, I don't know about it." Yang Zongchen laughed loudly and pushed Yang Yan to the extreme, sarcastically and mockingly.

Taiyi Zhenjun's face was gloomy and terrifying. His inheritance did not allow others to insult him like this. He said in a deep voice: "I, Taiyi Zhenjun, am the direct descendant of Taiyi Shengxian Sect!"

"Taiyi Shengxian Sect?"

"You have such an arrogant tone, you dare to give such a name. But it is indeed a nameless sect that I have never heard of, and it is not worth mentioning at all." Yang Zongchen said pretending to be relaxed, but his eyes were extremely serious.
Chapter completed!