"Method?"
Yu Yuan glanced at Our Lady of the Golden Spirit in surprise, and was unable to react for a moment.
In the past, Our Lady of the Golden Spirit would tell him directly what he should and should not do, or would she ask him what he wanted to do in a helpless or angry tone.
This was the first time he heard this kind of words with a hint of help from the other party.
"right."
Under Yu Yuan's gaze, the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit said solemnly and solemnly: "That ancestor Kunpeng is so profound that I alone cannot withstand it, and your uncle and uncle may not be able to defeat the Yingzhao Demon Saint... …”
At this point, she paused for a moment, and then said in a deep voice: "If you can think of any way to defeat the enemy, don't hide it anymore."
Yu Yuan nodded slightly and looked towards Ancestor Kunpeng.
As a quasi-sage who has killed both good and evil corpses, there is no doubt about the power of Kunpeng Ancestor.
Although he couldn't kill Yu Yuan, Yu Yuan couldn't kill him either.
This was evident from the previous robbery of Bei Ming Palace.
At that time, Yu Yuan sacrificed eight spiritual treasures including the Purple Electric Hammer in one breath, but it only blocked the Kunpeng ancestor for a moment.
Yu Yuan's advantage is that he can withstand beatings, and the more he is beaten, the stronger he becomes, but with his current strength, if he really wants to use his hands, I am afraid that he can only arm-wrestle with Kunpeng ancestor by using the magic of heaven and earth.
While he was thinking about countermeasures, Patriarch Kunpeng became more and more courageous as he fought.
I saw streaks of blazing golden light flying thousands of miles into the sky, illuminating every detail of the world, making it difficult to open your eyes.
"You are just a ray of spiritual thought that came here and was condensed and formed by the power of heaven and earth. I will kill you like a dog!"
Ancestor Kunpeng roared angrily and raised his hand to repel the White Tiger Saint.
He fought fiercely with the Four Saints, and relied on his own strength to firmly suppress the Four Saints, and he still had the energy to attack the Four Elephants Formation.
From time to time, he would slap his palm and make the Four Elephant Tower jingle. There were already numerous cracks on the tower.
"kill!"
Ancestor Kunpeng's voice shook the sky, carrying some kind of sonic mystery, which caused the ears of many gods and gods tens of thousands of miles away to bleed and sting unbearably.
Even the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit frowned and felt the same discomfort.
But this is just the beginning.
At this moment, Kunpeng Ancestor was filled with astonishing murderous intent, and golden spears soared into the sky, straight into the sky!
But I saw a forest of divine spears on the sky above the nine heavens, lined up in the sky, each one shrunk to a hundred feet long, the spear tip became colder, became sharper, the light was bright, and the murderous intent rushed straight into the sky.
Every golden divine spear here is made from the feathers of ancestor Kunpeng. It has been carefully cultivated with hundreds of yuanhui. It is of the desired size and is sharp to the extreme, which is breathtaking.
Looking around, there are golden divine spears everywhere, and the terrifying murderous intent makes people tremble with fear.
Ancestor Kunpeng stood with his hands behind his back, his golden eyes exuding fierce murderous intent, like an unsheathed sharp blade, and the light emitted was heart-stopping.
"If you don't give way, you will die!"
Ancestor Kunpeng shouted coldly, and the golden divine spears hanging above the nine-sky sky immediately poured down like a torrential rain, piercing each of the four saints.
The impact of thousands of golden divine spears was like four golden torrents, with extremely sharp murderous intent, submerging the four saints below.
Each golden divine spear is as thick as a bucket, and its sharp edge is like a dragon rushing over, indestructible.
"Click——"
The world was shattered like a mirror.
Lightning-shaped black cracks spread across the sky and the earth, from which white chaotic air spurted out, swallowing and eroding the intact space around it.
Looking at the scene of the world shattering, many gods and gods who were watching the battle in the distance felt chills running down their spines, and cold air kept coming out.
Although they were far apart, they could still feel the determined killing intent of the Kunpeng Ancestor, which made people feel like they were falling into an ice cellar.
This is true despite being tens of thousands of miles away, let alone the four great saints who bear the brunt.
Thousands of golden divine spears descended from the sky, carrying sharp and sharp killing power, and gathered together to form a terrifying torrent of destruction.
The four great saints were directly submerged.
He couldn't even utter a word, and was directly turned into powder under the impact of the torrent of destruction.
Of course, what died was just a ray of spiritual thought from the four great saints. Their bodies were still far away in the Four Pole Holy Realm, separated by countless worlds.
"If you don't hand over Beiming Palace, don't blame me for being rude!"
Ancestor Kunpeng looked at Yu Yuan and Jin Ling Holy Mother, but when he didn't see any movement, the four torrents turned around and swept toward them.
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..."
There was a dense sound of metal collision, and the Four Elephant Tower guarding the two people was constantly trembling and shaking under the bombardment of the four golden torrents.
The cracks on the tower are getting bigger and bigger, and gradually spread all over the body.
The defensive power of this top-grade spiritual treasure is very amazing, but it cannot withstand the offensive of Kunpeng Ancestor for too long.
A hint of worry flashed in the eyes of the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit. She turned to the disciple beside her and whispered: "Have you thought of a way?"
"It's not that there are no ways, but it depends on whether the master will give him face or not."
As Yu Yuan spoke, he turned towards the direction of the Holy Land of Penglai in the east, bowed respectfully, and then said in a deep voice: "Here is the Master, Master and Ancestor!
Now there is a Kunpeng demon master who relies on his strength to show off his evil deeds and commits many evil deeds. Together with the remnants of the demon race, he recruits demon saints and various demon gods and demon kings, intending to rob the Chaos Bell, the most precious treasure of my religion! "
Hearing this, the Kunpeng ancestor who was bombarding the Four Elephants Tower raised his thick eyebrows, and his eyes seemed to be spitting out fire, and he cursed: "You are such a gossiping little thief! When did I join forces with Yingzhao? ?”
Yu Yuan ignored him and continued to speak loudly: "In order to protect the treasure, my master fought alone against the Kunpeng Demon Master. It was already in danger; my uncle, master uncle and other few people wanted to stop the British and recruit the demon saint and other remnants of the demon clan. Now we are also in danger." I don’t know whether I will live or die...
We, the disciples of Jiejiao, followed the teachings of the sect leader and practiced with peace of mind. We came here to repair the Chaos Bell in order to suppress the fate of our sect, but we did not expect to suffer such an unprovoked disaster!
Please show your holy power and save my master, uncle, and uncle! "
The Holy Mother of Jinling looked at Yu Yuan speechlessly. She had no idea that Yu Yuan's solution was to ask the saint for help!
And it’s still in their name!
Don’t you really think it’s embarrassing to sway someone like this when you can’t beat them?
It's not like their lives are at stake!
That Kunpeng ancestor doesn't even want to snatch the Chaos Bell now, he just wants to take back his Beiming Palace.
Do you need to ask a saint to support you for such a small matter? At worst, just give Beiming Palace back to him!
What's more, with Master's temperament, will he pay attention to this matter of yours?
You must know that a saint who jumps out of the Three Realms and is not in the Five Elements will not end up easily.
But Yu Yuan was very confident.
Because Patriarch Kunpeng came for the Chaos Clock in the first place!
After all, the Chaos Bell is the treasure that he has reserved to suppress Jie Jiao's luck. No matter who dares to snatch it, he will be in trouble with Jie Jiao.
Therefore, Yu Yuan has reason to believe that the Tongtian leader will never stand idly by and sit idly by!
Otherwise, why would they send their uncle and the others to help?
It's just that this Sage of Shangqing cares about his face after all.
Far inferior to his brother and the saint in the West!
When the disciples' lives were not in danger, he would definitely not take action directly, lest he be suspected of bullying the younger ones.
Yu Yuan's "asking for help" gave him enough reason.
At this time, if he didn't take action, it would really be unreasonable.
But as soon as Yu Yuan finished speaking, a green light flew in front of him.
In that spiritual light was a fairy sword that was all green.
This sword is not long, only a little over three feet at most.
The sword body is green all over, as if it is carved from some kind of jade, exuding a clear and clear aura, condensed into pieces of green lotus leaves.
Yu Yuan felt slightly happy.
This is the sword of the leader and saint, and also the treasure of his enlightenment - Qingping Sword!
According to what the leader of Tongtian Cult said personally when the three sects discussed together last time, the Four Swords of Zhuxian and the formation map were kept in this Qingping Sword.
"It seems that the head master is very considerate."
Yu Yuan laughed, and under the astonished gaze of the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, he stretched out his hand to gently hold the Qingping Sword, then looked at Kunpeng Ancestor and said with great energy: "Demon Master, you have time to leave now, otherwise you will I have to leave some more things here!"
"You damn little thief!"
Ancestor Kunpeng looked gloomy, stared at Yu Yuan with two fire-breathing eyes, and said angrily: "As long as you return the treasure quickly, I will return to Beiming immediately!"
"Don't you think it's ridiculous for the Demon Master to say this?" Yu Yuan walked slowly through the air, looked at Kunpeng Ancestor and said with a smile: "Since you have come to take my Chaos Bell, why don't you leave some price? Want to leave?"
After saying that, he held the Qingping Sword and waved it lightly.
Pieces of green lotus are green and green.
The sword light filled the air like a vast ocean, as if a giant beast broke out of the water, filling the sky in an instant, and then turned into a giant roc, fluttering its wings and flying high, ninety thousand miles away in an instant, turning everything it passed into chaos.
This sword shot up to 90,000 miles!
Ancestor Kunpeng was also forced to retreat 90,000 miles.
He snorted with an ugly expression, but he also knew that this sword was just a warning given to him by the saint, otherwise he would never be able to escape unscathed.
But he was still a little unwilling to leave just like that!
Counting the ancient times, he was deprived of three spiritual treasures by Yu Yuan one after another, which was really hard to swallow!
"It's too much!"
Ancestor Kunpeng shouted angrily.
A pair of huge golden wings emerged from the chaos, and with just one blow, the world was split into two like tofu cubes.
The earth, water, fire and wind spurted out, turning into the most original power and sweeping towards Yu Yuan.
"You have to admit when you are wrong, and you have to stand up when you are beaten... You, the demon master, have lived for so many years, don't you understand this?"
Yu Yuan held the Qingping Sword and waved it lightly.
"puff--"
Almost instantly, a huge wing fell down.
The golden blood is like a rushing river, spilling across the sky.
"ah!"
Ancestor Kunpeng roared repeatedly, his blond hair stood on end and danced wildly, and his eyes flashed with hatred and anger.
Three spiritual treasures were taken away, and now even one of his wings has been chopped off.
Although it didn't take much effort to reshape his body, this humiliation and the feeling of powerlessness facing the saint made him particularly uncomfortable.
He couldn't help but roar, and finally disappeared into the chaos.
Yu Yuan did not pursue him any further.
To be precise, it was the leader of Tongtian who did not agree with his idea of eradicating the roots.
The two swords just now were struck by Tongtian Cult Leader with his own hands, not by his own strength.
Alas, the head saint is still too shameless!
Don’t you know that “If you cut the weeds without eradicating the roots, they will grow again when the spring breeze blows”? !
This headmaster is...
"Um?"
A soft cry sounded from the bottom of his heart.
Ahem!
This head coach is really competent!
(End of chapter)
