The moment the talisman exploded, a very strong spiritual wave rose up, like the god of fire coming to the world, and the temperature was so high that it seemed to melt everything.
Shen Qiuniang absorbed the spiritual energy and retreated tens of meters, even the sacrifice formation seal was interrupted.
Sang Luo gathered the spiritual energy all over his body, used the skills of the universe outside the body and the universe inside the body to the extreme, and gave a low drink,
"Phoenix!"
When Phoenix heard Sang Luo's call, he emerged from the fire at the same time, turning into a spiritual stream and integrating into her body.
The long sword shot out of the air, carrying the mighty spiritual power, cutting through the barrier with one strike, and went straight towards Shen Qiuniang.
Chu Yanshu also stepped forward while his colleagues were kneading, and the soul power in his body burst out, summoning all the phoenix bones that had been hidden in the medicine field space.
At the moment of the soul power mass, the Phoenix bones and blood seemed to come to life again and attacked Shen Qiuniang.
When masters compete, the outcome is only a matter of millimeters.
Duan Wushang looked at the two people who rushed forward, his breathing stagnant. It seemed that these two young master uncles were not so unreliable.
Thinking about it, he also took out his weapons and attacked Shen Qiuniang.
His mother's cultivation level was too high, a whole level higher than theirs, so there was no room for mercy in a fight.
It was also at this time that he understood why his master kept his senior brother behind and instead asked him to follow him to the top of Yuntian.
It turned out to be because of this.
If his biological mother is affectionate, he can recognize her and fulfill his father's last wish.
If his biological mother is already ruthless, then for tens of thousands of years from now on, he will be just Duan Wushang, the Duan Wushang of the Destroying Heavenly Dao Sect!
Shuo Feng looked at the actions of the three and cursed secretly,
"Each one is more troublesome than the other."
He shouldn't have been exposed just now and had to wait for Sang Luo to die!
These troubles come one after another, it’s really annoying!
But the scolding is enough, he has already boarded a pirate ship, there is no way he can just stand by and watch!
The next moment, he gathered his spiritual energy and raised his knife to kill Shen Qiuniang above.
Besieged from all sides, Shen Qiuniang's eyes were blood red and she was possessed.
Sometimes, the more you suppress your feelings, the easier it is to go astray.
For tens of thousands of years, she suppressed her emotions and practiced the path of ruthlessness, but once she regained her memory, the emotions hidden in her heart collided with her pursuit of tens of thousands of years, and her spiritual current surged and went astray.
But even so, the four of them could only draw in a draw against her.
In the Immortal Realm, there are countless strong people, and one step is just an unknown amount of life and death.
Since ancient times, there have been tens of millions of people who wanted to achieve enlightenment and become an emperor, but only a few people succeeded in the end.
Nowadays, Shen Qiuniang is already at the pinnacle of this art, and with the Shen family's years of accumulation and inheritance, it will be even more difficult for them, who are not more than Immortal King realm monks, to defeat her.
Spiritual currents, formation seals, and sword energy passed vertically and horizontally, intertwined in the sky, and exploded completely.
At this moment, space and time began to distort.
Sang Luo wiped the blood from the corners of his lips and was about to raise his sword, but the next moment, the spiritual formation above his head descended——
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, no, four people can't beat one."
The lazy voice of the young man sounded,
"It's up to me, the elder, to take action to ensure everything is safe."
Sang Luo was slightly startled when he heard the voice, and looked up.
I saw a young man dressed in Tsing Yi, sitting on a bronze compass, with his long black hair scattered casually behind him, and his brows full of high spirits. Between his hands, formation seals condensed out, and Shen, who was half in a state of madness, was Qiuniang was trapped in it,
"Use your spirit to lead, call for the Qingming Festival, and disperse!"
