"This Taoist brother, who is enforcing the law in the outer sect of Wanhun Sect and the national guardian of Zhao State, Dongfang Ye, was away from home this time, and I don't know how I offended you.
I hope Brother Dao will show mercy for the sake of the sect and the State of Zhao.
I came out this time under the orders of my master. If something goes wrong, it might be detrimental to Brother Dao.
Why don't we just say goodbye and just pretend this time didn't happen? Of course, I won't let Taoist brother go to waste again. I still have some things here, and I hope that Taoist brother will be noble and let us go! "
As he said that, Dongfang Ye took off the storage bag from his waist, and with the light support of his magic power, he floated towards Taoist Sancai.
The contents of the bag are not valuable, but the storage bag is.
Dongfang Ye had no choice but to make such a move. Now his life was in the hands of others. If he could rely on this to exchange for his life, it would of course be the best result.
Therefore, Dongfang Ye also expressed full sincerity and directly gave the storage bag to Taoist Sancai without any hesitation. Since he was exchanging money for his life, it would be better to be more generous.
The storage bag floated in front of Taoist Sancai, but he didn't take a direct look at it. Instead, a crow landed on his shoulder, flapped its wings and flew up, then held the storage bag in his mouth.
In this fight, how can you directly open the things sent by the enemy? This is not the first time that Sancai Taoist has been in and out of the world.
Although he now has an absolute advantage, it is not uncommon for boats to capsize in the ditch. How could Sancai Taoist take advantage of him like this?
As for Dongfeng Ye's begging for mercy and his status as the protector of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect, it doesn't matter to Taoist Sancai.
If Taoist Sancai really cared about the sect, he would not have defected from the sect. After all, compared to his former master, the Ten Thousand Souls Sect was nothing.
What's more, the shabby Taoist priest in front of him is already in the palm of his hand. Life or death can only be determined by his wave of hands, so he still needs to spend more words with him.
Taoist Sancai didn't say a word, and what followed was an even more violent attack from the crows.
While Dongfang Ye was dodging this spell, he gradually felt that something was wrong. Not only did his limbs begin to become numb, but even the movement of his magic power was sluggish.
Although he was seriously injured and then suffered from the cold poison of the claws, the movement of mana should not be so slow.
"No, this cloud is poisonous!"
This poison is specially used to deal with cultivators, and Dongfang Ye does not dare to delay again in this dark cloud.
He had already put down his posture before, but to his surprise, the Sancai Taoist ignored him and directly wanted his life.
Dongfang Ye hates this evil cultivator who doesn't follow the rules and only takes other people's lives.
Hateful and hateful, it will not affect the current situation.
Dongfang Ye was clumsy in dealing with the crow's attack. Now that Taoist Sancai hadn't taken action, Dongfang Ye couldn't cope with just the monsters he raised.
What's more, Dongfang Ye also carried a tow bottle on his shoulder. At this time, he was flying with his sword in the clouds. He didn't dare to stop at all. He could only try to reduce the number of crows around him through constant movement.
But the dark cloud could never break out. Every time Dongfang Yeyu drove his flying sword to the edge, more crows rushed towards him from the shadows, completely blocking the exits.
Sword lights flashed from time to time in the clouds, and occasionally a few screams could be heard, not only from Dongfang Ye, but also from crows.
After all, in terms of individual strength, none of these crows can compare to Dongfang Ye, so it is impossible for Dongfang Ye to be injured alone and those crows to be unscathed.
During this fight, a few crows occasionally fell down from time to time and fell into the boundless earth.
Blood blurred Dongfang Ye's eyes, his eyes were bright red, and he was breathing heavily, just like a broken old bellows.
The magic weapons and talismans on Dongfang Ye's body were all consumed in the previous fight with the ghost general. Otherwise, he would not be as passive as he is now, without even the slightest effective counterattack.
Dongfang Ye couldn't get close to the person blocking the road at all, and just engaged in useless fighting with the crows under him.
Moreover, Dongfang Ye felt that his body was getting heavier and number, and this feeling gradually spread throughout his body.
The movement of his mana is also becoming more and more sluggish. If it was like a river before, it is now like a stream.
Even Yu Chai's flying sword is not as smooth as before. I am afraid that he will be buried in the crow's belly before he can wait for one or two sticks of incense, and there is no need for Sancai Taoist to take action.
Now, apart from the damaged Wanluo Umbrella, the only magic weapon Dongfang Ye has on his body is the flying sword on his feet.
However, Dongfang Ye's command of the flying sword was completely inferior to his ability to use ghosts.
As for the spells he controlled, Dongfang Ye also stopped thinking after seeing the powerful aura of Sancai Taoist not far away.
Instead of wasting mana on casting some spells that are not a threat to Sancai Taoist at all, it is better to save some and save them in order to change the situation.
Dongfang Ye stepped on the flying sword and began to rush towards the edge of the clouds again. In the eyes of Taoist Sancai, this was just the last desperate struggle before death.
At this time, Taoist Sancai looked at Dongfang Ye and was forced into a desperate situation. He no longer stood there watching the show. He was ready to give Dongfang Ye the final blow and end this farce.
But Dongfang Ye didn't want to die. When he saw Sancai Taoist flying towards him from a distance, he knew that the Taoist in front of him was going to take his life.
Dongfang Ye still wanted to make a final struggle. He took out the tattered Wanluo umbrella, held it on the handle, and poured mana into it continuously.
The umbrella surface emits cyan light intermittently, and the dragon's figure also appears intermittently, but it cannot be connected into one segment.
Seeing the Sancai Taoist getting closer and closer, Dongfang Ye suddenly became anxious. He tried his best to send mana inside. Finally, the green color on the umbrella gradually stabilized, and the dragon flew out from the umbrella and headed towards the Sancai Taoist. Pounce.
The dragon was not as majestic as before. Its scales were full of pits and one of its claws was broken, but it did not live up to its previous majesty.
Not only that, Dongfang Ye pointed two fingers at the flying sword at his feet. The flying sword suddenly appeared in front of him with golden light, while Dongfang Ye stood without wind, suspended in the air.
"Ten thousand swords return to the clan!"
The flying sword turned into a three-foot-long golden sword, and dozens of small swords of light and shadow appeared around the sword.
Although this kind of spell has a domineering name, its effect is far inferior to that of the Soul Refining Flag.
These flying swords followed closely behind the dragon and attacked the Sancai Taoist.
