Chapter 929: Cold light shines on the sky flag

"boom!"

With the punch out, the huge phantom that originally appeared in Yi Chu's heart, which seemed to be indestructible, instantly turned into ashes. A faint black light smoke even split from the black air column when the phantom was broken.

Faced with the flying black blue smoke, Yi Chu naturally would not let it go. As the blood and energy in his body rolled, he swept the blue smoke into his churning bloodline.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The sound of expansion kept ringing in Yi Chu's body, and blood and flesh continued to bulge on Yi Chu's body. Accompanied by the bulge of flesh and blood, the heart-wrenching pain continued to appear in Yi Chu's mind.

Yi Chu, who gritted his teeth and persevered, slowly allowed the blood and energy in his body to flow. Although this would make it more painful, only by allowing the blood and energy to flow quickly can he completely incorporate the essence that split out from the essence of the ancestor witch into his body.

As time passed by little by little, Yi Chu's constantly bulging body gradually returned to calm, but at this moment, a faint luster appeared on his body.

When the last bulge disappeared, Yi Chu slowly opened his eyes. Although there was only a trace of energy, he felt that there seemed to be infinite power hidden in his body, and a killing intention rushed out of Yi Chu's body.

After suppressing the killing aura, Yi Chu felt satisfied. Although it was only a trace of Pangu's essence, just this trace allowed Yi Chu to reach the peak of the immortal divine body.

If you swallow a little more energy, you may be able to achieve the state of breaking the void. As the thoughts flashed in your mind, Yi Chu went into seclusion and practiced again.

The Song family seemed to have completely forgotten Yi Chu. Except for someone who regularly gave some food every day, no one paid attention to Yi Chu, the winner of martial arts competition and the legendary beauty Song Yuhan, who ranked third in the Tang Dynasty, never came once.

No one disturbed him, which made Yi Chu very happy. He needed to practice, so he naturally didn't want anyone to disturb him. Although it was difficult for him to refine the essence of the ancestor witch, every time he refines a trace, it has unexpected benefits.

More than a year passed by, and the entire Song family seemed to have forgotten the existence of Yi Chu. The Song family who specializes in delivering food to Yi Chu was also delivering food late and late. As for the quality of the food, let alone the quality.

However, all this had no effect on Yi Chu at all. If it weren't for fear that he would not eat and let the people of the Song family see the flaws, Yi Chu wouldn't want to pay attention to those food matters at all.

On this day, Yi Chu, who had trained a little more energy in the ancestor witch, stood up from the bed, and his whole body was filled with a faint luster, looking more calm and sophisticated.

Just one step away, I was just one step away from being able to move to the point of birth and death with a thought. Although I felt a little regretful in my heart, when Yi Chu's divine thoughts felt the energy of the ancestor witch that had been reduced a little less, a faint smile appeared on his face.

There is still a lot of energy in the ancestor witch. As long as you completely refine the energy of the ancestor witch, not to mention a single thought of birth and death, I am afraid that the world will be able to let you roam.

Just as Yi Chu's mind flashed, his brow suddenly frowned, and then stood up from the bed.

Just as Yi Chu stood up, a sword light had fallen from the void. On the sword light, Song Yuhan, who was like a fairy in Lingbo, fell lightly on the earth.

"Are you okay here?" Song Yuhan said softly when he saw Yi Chu walk out.

Yi Chu felt a little impatient about Song Yuhan's sudden arrival. He was at the critical moment of his cultivation, but he didn't want anyone to disturb his cultivation. He smiled gently and Yi Chu said coldly: "What do you think?"

In the Song family, Song Yuhan has been treated like a princess since she was born. None of the big and small people in the Song family dared to be rude to her. Even after the competition and marriage, she recruited a mortal as her husband, and her status was not shaken at all.

The reason why she came here today was just a whim, trying to see how this person was. In Song Yuhan's heart, she never regarded Yi Chu as her real husband.

Seeing Yi Chu so rude, Song Yuhan pondered for a moment and said, "Apart from not being able to go out, I think you should live a good life. If you have any needs, just tell me, I will definitely find a way to satisfy you."

Song Yuhan's words were like giving alms, but she didn't know that Yi Chu's eyes had never regarded her as his wife at this time. He didn't want to pay attention to Song Yuhan, but her kindness at this time made Yi Chu frown.

"Since you said that, I'm not polite. The food in your Song family is not very good, and the delivery is not very timely." Yi Chu, who wanted to send this woman away as soon as possible, suddenly said in a deep voice after pondering for a moment.

"Is there anything else?"

Song Yuhan didn't know why, but after hearing Yi Chu's opinions, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"No more." Yi Chu glanced at the pretty exquisite courtyard for a few times, and then stopped talking.

Yi Chu didn't speak, and Song Yuhan didn't speak. Their contemplation made the whole courtyard silent. However, as the courtyard became more and more cold, Song Yuhan, who could still look at Yi Chu at the beginning, felt a sense of panic in his heart.

"Since you have nothing else, then I'll leave. Don't worry, I will definitely give you some more refined food in the future." While speaking, Song Yuhan, who came and went in a hurry, set up the sword light and disappeared without a trace.

It was not until Song Yuhan left that a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of Yi Chu's mouth. In his opinion, Song Yuhan's method of showing kindness was simply a pediatric trick and he didn't have to take it seriously.

Back in the room, Yi Chu began to practice his own cultivation of training the essence of the ancestor witch. The courtyard naturally returned to peace, but with Song Yuhan's departure, the food given to Yi Chu was indeed much more refined. Unfortunately, these foods were thrown into the void by Yi Chu as usual, and there was no chance of any effect.

The white clouds and the green horses are as fast as lightning, and five years have passed in a hurry.

For some reason, Song Yuhan always came last time every once in a while. This kind of arrival every now and then made Yi Chu feel very annoyed, but in the end he comforted himself, thinking that he lived in someone else's house, and when he came like this, he thought that he was paying the rent.

Because of the essence of the ancestor witch, Yi Chu's body was so strong that it was no longer an ordinary acquired spiritual treasure. He had reached the limit of birth and death of a thought, and had been hitting the threshold of refining the emptiness and the Tao for four years. However, in the past four years, although his cultivation level had reached the peak of refining the birth and death of a thought, it seemed that there was only one layer of paper from refining the emptiness and the Tao, but Yi Chu tried his best to break it.

Most of the essence of the ancestor witch has been used, but the further we go, it becomes more and more difficult to refine the essence of the ancestor witch. As Yi Chu's cultivation continues to increase, he has already made a simple plan for how to break through the Tao of Refining Void and Refining.

"It's really annoying, why are you here again?" Yi Chu felt the aura flying from afar and said to himself impatiently. But no matter how impatient he was, he still stood up.

"Well, there are many people coming this time, and there are also several immortal gods." After making a simple judgment on the visitor in his heart, Yi Chu walked into the courtyard.

Just as he walked into the courtyard, Song Yuhan had already rushed over, and beside Song Yuhan, there was a young man following him. The man had a handsome face, and a folding fan with a dragon and a phoenix in his hand was very graceful. The two flew together, like a pair of golden boys and girls walking.

Compared with the two, those who followed were much inferior. However, the two old men with cold faces following the man used the cold air constantly coming out of their bodies to remind others of his extraordinaryness.

"Hahaha, Yuhan, is this your husband?" The young man pointed at Yi Chu with a folding fan and said with disdain.

Song Yuhan seemed to have no good feelings for the young man. When he frowned slightly, he said lightly: "Report to His Highness King Lu, this is the husband of the little woman who was the young woman who was fighting for martial arts. The whole Bingyang City knew about this."

The man laughed. After he looked at Yi Chu, he turned his eyes on Song Yuhan, as if he had lost his noble identity when he looked at Yi Chu for a while.

"Yuhan, how can such a mortal deserve you? It's like how a sparrow can match a phoenix." A young man called King Lu continued with a folding fan and shaking his domineering voice: "In this world, I am the only one who can match you."

Although Yi Chu looked at the performance of this shitty King Lu, his heart was full of disdain, but it was not his own. Naturally, he was too lazy to see such a shameless ants.

Song Yuhan's face turned cold, and then said lightly: "Your Highness King Lu is a royal nobleman. Please be careful when speaking. Yuhan is a man with a husband, so your highness doesn't have to say such words anymore."

"Have you a husband? Hahahaha, Yuhan, why do you have to use such a thing to make me fool? I have learned to look at people a few days ago, and this kid seems to not be alive today." As King Lu spoke, he pointed at Yi Chu with a folding fan and said floatingly.

And the moment he said this, Song Yuhan's face changed. Just as she was about to speak, the old man standing on the left of King Lu had already smiled sinisterly and said, "The King of Lu is indeed a vain, I admire him."

With a word of admiration, he blew a gentle breath at Yi Chu. He has practiced Xuanbing skills for many years. Not to mention an ordinary mortal, even a strong man of the Nascent Soul level, he would freeze to death in this breath.

When Song Yuhan saw this man taking action, his expression changed, and a sword light spit out of her mouth. However, before she could sacrifice the sword light, another old man slowly stepped forward and took a step. An invisible pressure immediately enveloped Song Yuhan.

Although Song Yuhan has the early stage of the Yuanshen, she and the Immortal God are really too big. Under the cover of this invisible power, she can't move at all.

"San Uncle, save him!" Song Yuhan hurriedly drank at the third uncle of the Song family standing not far away. Unfortunately, the third uncle shook his head and said nothing, but this action had already made many people understand his attitude.

A chill and a feeling of guilt rose in Song Yuhan's heart. She originally thought that Yi Chu was just a matter of fame for her, so she would care about it, that is, fulfill her obligations.

But now, seeing that the nominal husband was about to die, she felt a sense of grief and anger in her heart. However, the gap in her realm made her unable to move at all, and she could only watch the person turn into an ice sculpture in front of him.

Feeling the cold air, Yi Chu felt cold and said to myself that I would not show my power, you really treat me as a sick cat. At the moment when the cold air came, Yi Chu's spiritual consciousness changed, and a yellow light flew out from his clothes.

"Bang"

The rolling cold air was knocked into pieces at the moment when the yellow light flapped.

The old man who exhaled the cold air suddenly opened his eyes wide. He could not believe that his natal cold air was broken so simply. You must know that in order to gather this pure cold air, he had been practicing in the coldest place in the world for thousands of years.

Thousands of years of hard work have been ruined.

Just as he was angry, the yellow light that shattered the cold air had already slapped at his body like lightning.

"Sacrifice"

The old man who felt his life was threatened, shouted a three-foot-long flag suddenly flew above his head. The flag was snow-white all over. As he swung, the cold cold light rushed thousands of feet.

This small flag is a protective treasure that the old man has trained for many years. It is called the Cold Light Sky Flag. When the cold light trained by the underground mysterious energy can instantly form a light shield that is thousands of feet thick, and it is difficult for ordinary magic weapons to break through.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief when he sacrificed the cold light shining sky flag, but before he could breathe out the yellow light had already been slapped on his cold light shining sky flag.

"Click"

The thousand-foot cold light was instantly photographed into pieces, and the cold light floating in the wind in the cold light shone on the sky flag, and was even photographed in two sections from the middle by yellow light.

"Give me your life!"

A shrill cry came out from the old man's mouth, but it was already a little too late for him to shout again.

The moment his shouting came out, the yellow light had already gathered into a yellow ruler and hit the old man hard on the head. It was like a fragile glass. In an instant, the old man shattered in the void.

The sudden change made everyone's expression change. Especially the old man standing on the right side of King Lu made a shrill roar.

"You dare to kill my brother, I will fight you!" As the old man on the right was furious, ice needles attacked Yi Chu like bullets.

Yi Chu naturally ignored these ice needles. Looking at the old man on the right, Yi Chu sneered. As his divine thoughts turned, the divine light ruler that had just slapped the old man on the left suddenly turned around and rushed towards the old man on the right.

The yellow light was still flashing, and the old man on the right flew backwards with the needle. Before the old man could react, the yellow ruler hit the head of the old man on the right. Like his brother, he disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The yellow light flashed and gently fell beside Yi Chu. The light yellow ruler made everyone's expression look strangely ugly. Now no one dared to underestimate Yi Chu, and no one dared to underestimate the ruler with a light yellow light.

"The second monster Xuanming is dead!"

A voice full of horror was spitting out of the mouth of a young monk. This young monk from the Song family, who was born in the outer position, could not believe his eyes at all. The Xuanming monster was a master who had cultivated into the body of an immortal god. Not to mention him, even the Song family had to give up three points when facing the Xuanming monster, but now such a master actually died if he said he was dead.

And he died in the hands of Yi Chu who had never seen him.

Not only was he surprised, but King Lu, who had always been accused of the collapse of the mountains and his expression remained unchanged, his expression turned pale at this time. As the master of the two monsters of Xuanming, he knew the strength of these two subordinates the most, but now, these two most capable subordinates have already died like this.

This is something he never thought of.

"You... dare you to kill the two elders of Xuanming?" Although King Lu was a nobleman of the Tang Dynasty, he was also trembling when facing those who dared to kill the two monsters of Xuanming. Although the Tang Dynasty was the master of this land, this master was nominally. As one of the princes in the royal family who had the strength to compete for the throne, King Lu knew very well that some monks could not be offended by them.

Yi Chu really didn't take this so-called King of Lu seriously. At this time, let alone King of Lu, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, was no different from ordinary people in his eyes.

"So what?" A faint voice came out of Yi Chu's mouth. While speaking, Yi Chu waved his hand at the Earth-Split Divine Light Ruler, and the Earth-Split Divine Light Ruler instantly flew to Yi Chu's side.

"You don't have a soul or a Yuanying, why do you control the magic weapon?" Song Yuhan, who slowly recovered from peace, asked this question she was most concerned about after pondering for a moment.

Yi Chu sneered, and did not look at Song Yuhan at all, but said to King Lu: "You are not welcome here. Should you leave by yourself or let Xiao Huang see you off?"

The Earth-breaking Divine Light Ruler refined by Yi Chu was an innate spiritual treasure. Although the grade was not high, it was full of spirituality. At this time, when Yi Chu mentioned himself, the slender ruler body trembled in the void and exuded a threat.

However, the performance of the Earth-Splitting Divine Light Ruler made the expressions of King Lu and Song Yuhan even more horrified, especially King Lu, who shouted loudly in horror.

"The innate spiritual treasure is the innate spiritual treasure!"

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