Zhan Wuji realized something in an instant, and immediately said with an embarrassed look on his face: "I have a dual cultivator partner. If they appear at the same time, it will be troublesome."
"Kongmeng" the ancestor said calmly before he could finish his words: "Then, let's fight to the death!"
Fight until death...
This, this is so sorry for the founders of "Kongmeng", Senior Sister Li, Qiao Ciguang, Si Hongqingyan, Yan Minghua, Senior Wenren, Si Hong Miaoli.
But Senior Brother "Kongmeng" is the founder of Su Zhentian, and his cultivation is so great that it can only be like this!
If senior "Kong Meng" invites me, if he happens to meet his Taoist companions, then he can be with his companions!
It's a pity that he is still absorbing the power of thunder tribulation.
Thinking of this, Zhan Wuji almost laughed out loud and quickly responded: "Okay! I will stay with you for three months every year!"
"Kongmeng" the ancestor continued: "If you can't pull away due to cultivation, you can postpone it, but you must make up for it after you have free time!"
The ancestor of "Kongmeng" received Zhan Wuji's consent and took off his Taoist robe without any hesitation. Suddenly, a bright moonlight rose in the teahouse.
The full moon is peaceful and quiet, casting thousands of rays of light, like ice and silver, swaying gently, like the first heavy snow after early spring, with the unique softness of spring, like the snow-capped mountains on the distant horizon under the moonlight, It stands tall and shines on the earth.
A bright moon, with a faint fragrance, fell silently into her arms.
While Zhan Wuji was admiring this scene, he told himself in his heart that this was all forced.
Immediately afterwards, the "Kong Meng" ancestor put his hands on Zhan Wuji's shoulders and walked down step by step.
Yu Yuan.
That big tree was so tall that it covered the sky and the sun.
A series of dark green silk threads hang down from the void, like a ribbon used to summon souls. It is covered with dense blood threads, like poplars in spring. Every eye is open, cold Looking at the five figures in the sky.
"Fuqiong", "Xinghen", "Yingfang", "Liaohao", "Huaiwei", their clothes and robes were soaked with blood, and there were wounds everywhere on their bodies, and the blood flowing out of many wounds, They have all turned dark green, and some have penetrated into their bodies, consuming their power and unable to eliminate them at all.
At this moment, the five people all lowered their heads and did not look at Xun Mu.
Everyone’s faces look ugly, this is a very powerful opponent!
has a problem!
Even if the five of them join together and are suppressed by magical powers, they are still at a complete disadvantage and may fall at any time!
Moreover, it is obvious that Xunmu did not use all his strength this time. It seems that he does not want to waste his strength fighting them!
Although the lifespan of this spiritual tree is running out, it can at least be allowed to live for another thirty to fifty years!
Although Zhan Wuji is strong, he is just a man who has overcome the tribulation. How did he escape Xunmu's pursuit?
This thought flashed through "Fu Qiong"'s mind, and immediately, his expression changed slightly. Zhan Wuji was imprisoned in Qingyao Mountain, and he, in the inheritance hall, witnessed the fight between this junior and the Demon Emperor. Field chase.
But as time went by, he found that he did not encounter any dangers along the way, but became more and more relaxed, and could easily survive the catastrophe, so he called several ancestors in the sect. Come here, and then go to the upper world to seek immortality and understand the immortality. At that time, all the ancestors were in outer space to survive the tribulation, so they did not see the final battle between Zhan Wuji and the Demon Emperor with their own eyes!
"The golden coffin is buried in the sky, and it has no effect on Xunmu!"
"This guy's strength is probably comparable to that of a true immortal!"
"I didn't expect that the Holy Son of War could still survive in this situation!"
"Perhaps it's not that the Demon Emperor is weak, but that this Holy Son of War is far beyond our expectations!"
"Unable to retrieve the body of Chaos, continuing to fight is meaningless, retreat!"
After the message transmission was completed, the five people no longer hesitated and immediately turned around and rushed towards Yu Yuan's exit.
But at this moment, the huge star-finding tree suddenly started shaking!
In an instant, hundreds of thousands of dark green silk threads criss-crossed to form a large web, covering the entire sky, filled with terrifying power. Those figures flying at high speed were like animals trapped in a spider web. Bugs are extremely fragile.
The expressions of the five people changed drastically. Even if they worked together, they would still have to pay a high price if they wanted to block this sword!
At the critical moment, "Fu Qiong" felt a shiver in his heart. A picture scroll suddenly popped out from his sleeves, rose into the air, and stretched rapidly in the air.
It was a piece of yellowed paper with thousands of graves drawn on it. The tallest stone tablet looked like a big mountain. On it stood an old man in Chinese clothes, with cold eyes and no emotion.
The aura on his body was cold and ethereal, as if he was not a creature of this world, and had a mysterious feeling.
This is the ancestor of "Fu Chou"!
The word "福祟" was made with a complicated handprint, and five golden rays of light appeared out of thin air. With a flash of light, they turned into five golden coffins. The coffins were carved with countless bloody runes, exuding a creepy feeling. breath.
The coffin flew across the sky and disappeared from the foreheads of the five people in an instant.
The aura of the five people changed drastically in an instant!
Their appearance, their body shape, their demeanor, their bearing, every move they make, every move they make, are so perfect!
The wounds on his body also healed in an instant, and his whole body was perfect.
This is a "clean state"!
Dark green silk threads were woven into a large net, whistling down with the strong wind.
The whole world was shaking, sand and rocks were flying, and strong winds were blowing.
The next moment, the big net dissipated, dust flew, and the five figures were already standing in another space. Each one was so perfect that one couldn't help but feel awe.
At this moment, the portrait of the ancestor "Fu Sui" fell into pieces, was blown by the breeze, turned into fly ash, and disappeared without a trace.
"Fu Qiong" said in a cold tone: "This time, we will take away all their original power!"
The other four people also looked solemn and nodded.
Now that that person has appeared, they must seek justice!
At the thought of this, the aura of the five people suddenly increased sharply, their eyes were gleaming, the aura on their bodies was rising steadily, and the majestic power of energy and blood in their bodies surged out like a tsunami.
Everyone is doing their best!
Seeing this scene, Xunmu was not surprised at all.
This kind of thing that violates the laws of heaven and earth has already happened in ancient times!
Especially those in the devil’s path!
The dead wood was covered with dense tumors. Every eye was slowly opening, looking at the five people from a distance.
