The blue waves gradually calmed down.
The tattered map of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers is like a desolate banner swaying in the air, then slowly turning gray until it sinks into the water.
The wet wind swept over the collapsed mountain, causing many monks of the Moving Mountain Sect to lower their palms, remove their control over the formation, and stare at the ink-clad figure in the sky with awe.
The restraint on Huang Wenfa's body suddenly loosened, and he stumbled back to the ground. He was supported by Yan Chongzhang who rushed over.
The master and apprentice both looked at Shen Yi, their breathing becoming more rapid.
My sect has lost a treasure mountain, but this figure standing alone in front of the sky, although not a tall one, is more difficult to shake than any mountain.
"Is this Shen Yi?"
Prince Ziyang looked away and pondered for a long time, his eyes gradually becoming complicated.
The Purple Bearded White Dragon Clan doesn't like killing. Although he is strong, he also has the same character. Logically speaking, someone as ferocious as Shen Yi would subconsciously disgust him.
But the other party stood up for the Banshan Sect and took advantage of it. Coupled with such a straightforward killing method, Prince Ziyang couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
After so many years, Nanhong has such a ruthless person. I wonder if this is a good thing.
But until now, he could finally understand why these old friends reacted like that before.
"Now that the ancestral monument has been released, what do you think?"
After gathering his thoughts, Prince Ziyang turned around and looked at Ye Jiu and others.
The towering stone tablet is covered with scarlet lines, and each piece represents a certain monk from the Wuliangdao Emperor Sect. After so many years of accumulation, this immortal tablet has long been comparable to the Dragon Cave.
Even if what comes to Xihong is just a shadow, it is definitely not something that the Heaven Realm monks can resist alone.
Now that Shi Lianchang has fallen, the two sides have been locked in a fight to the death, and there is absolutely no possibility of mediation. It is time to make a choice.
"We never had a choice."
Ye Jiu slowly raised the flowing sword. Ji Jingxi and Qi Yansheng did not reply, but quietly took steps that proved their inner thoughts.
Upon seeing this, Prince Ziyang's expression finally became serious.
This young man surnamed Shen not only has advanced cultivation and cunning methods, he is also so popular among the people. Even when he knew that the other party was the Emperor Sect of Infinite Dao and fought to destroy the entire sect, these old friends would not do anything. No hesitation.
Thinking of this, he sighed: "I will solve it, the conditions remain the same."
As long as he could temporarily stabilize the situation, even if he was scolded by his father, for the sake of his past friendship, he resisted what happened today.
Of course, after settling the matter, he would definitely have a good chat with this young man.
This child is extremely talented, far surpassing the original Xuan Qing by countless times. Such a good immortal seedling should have a quieter environment to grow up, instead of being bothered by these chores, and he should not stand on the opposite side of the immortal and repeat the same mistakes.
However, what surprised Prince Ziyang was that when faced with his kindness, Qi Yansheng smiled bitterly: "Thank you for your kindness, but we can't make the decision."
"you……"
Prince Ziyang choked and said angrily: "Don't touch your nose and face."
The Ancestral Monument has been released. Even with my perfect strength in the Heaven Realm, it is quite difficult to solve it, and there may be a big price to pay. Although we are old friends, we can't just give it up!
"Help." Zi Xian tugged on her brother's sleeve, showing a rare hint of pleading.
After Shi Lianchang's death, the situation has escalated to an extremely terrifying level.
Shen Yi was so cruel that it was heart-stopping.
But the other party is obviously not in a normal state, and the decision made under such circumstances is inevitably somewhat irrational.
Now that things have happened, only the brother beside him can do it for him.
"..."
Prince Ziyang was silent for a moment, then he reluctantly shook off Zi Xian's palm, took out a silver leaf, and gently placed it on his face. In an instant, the aura of his whole body changed drastically.
As his clothes rolled up, his body shape and skin became taller and rougher.
"It won't happen again."
He took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes, and looked towards the ancestral monument.
The demon power surged in the body, veins gradually popped up between the arms, and the five fingers slowly stretched out, making a lifting gesture.
In an instant, the huge and towering ancestral monument suddenly fell from the clouds and headed straight towards Shen Yi to suppress it!
The majestic momentum shook the sky and the earth, the clouds and mists collapsed, and even the boundless blue waves roared again, setting off huge waves.
At the same time, under the nervous gaze of several people, Prince Ziyang suddenly took a step forward. His body turned into a stream of light and jumped up, rushing out towards the bottom of the ancestral monument!
"Please! The ancestral monument comes to the world!"
Situ Fuhai stretched his arms and roared ferociously, causing the entire Taoist Palace to shake violently.
He stared intently at the young man in the black shirt below. He had lost such a big man in Xihong, and even watched his fellow disciples die. Now he wanted to eat his flesh and blood alive.
Now, let these ordinary people see what a real fairy treasure is!
"Death to me!"
Accompanied by Situ Fuhai's roar, it was like the wrath of the God of Thunder, and there was only a roar like a bell and a bell in the sky and earth.
boom--
The sea of ​​clouds in the sky formed a circular shape and spread rapidly in all directions. The turbulent air waves seemed to overturn the entire Xihong and even destabilize the Dragon Palace.
However, it did not fall completely.
Under the immortal stele that covers the sky and the sun, there is an extra white hand, with long and slender fingers quietly dragging the big stele.
The ink shirt surged and made a hunting sound.
Shen Yi was still looking at Situ Fuhai in the distance indifferently, her eyes filled with grayness. She was holding the immortal monument with one hand, and her figure did not waver at all.
Two golden black dragon shadows entangled between his wrists, and then ran towards the ink shirt, as if two real dragons were swimming to protect his body. When they stopped, they looked like the most exquisite embroidery in the world, vivid and clear with scales and claws. .
Carrying the tyranny of the human world, they came overlooking this land and water.
This style comes from the magical power nurtured by the East Palace of Ten Thousand Demons, and now it finally reveals its true appearance.
Cang Long Yuan Spirit Body!
The ancient dragon soul reflects the divine body, making it difficult for evil spirits to invade!
As if she sensed something, Shen Yi looked sideways into the distance. There was no emotion in those gray eyes.
"..."
Prince Ziyang still maintained his support, with a dull look on his face. He shook his hands with a slight embarrassment, then lowered his arms and patted his clothes to hide the shock in his heart.
You know, this is an immortal monument.
There is nothing simple that can be related to fairy characters.
In order to avoid accidents, even he used all his strength. Fortunately for the young man, faced with such a situation, he was reluctant to throw away the sword and took over the ancestral monument with only one hand.
With his cultivation in the middle stage of Heaven Realm, he suddenly exerted strength comparable to that of Perfect Heaven Realm!
Ye Jiu and others also held their breath sluggishly.
The scene before them shocked them even more than Shen Yi's previous killing of Shi Lianchang.
Using a mortal body to challenge an immortal treasure, even though it is just the shadow of an immortal treasure, is beyond the scope of ordinary people's understanding.
"you……"
Situ Fuhai's arms trembled slightly and he stared at the ancestral monument in disbelief. His eyes dropped and he looked at the thin figure, his pupils slowly shrinking.
Only people from the Infinite Dao Emperor Sect know how terrifying this immortal monument is.
He can also understand better how much power is contained in the body covered by the ink-clad shirt.
"No wonder, no wonder."
He clenched his palms, stumbled back two steps, and murmured: "No wonder you dare to be so presumptuous."
The perfect strength of Tianjing is enough to walk sideways in Hongze without a few top experts and the immortals not paying attention. What's more, the opponent is still so young and his identity is so mysterious.
"Shi Lianchang, you died unjustly!"
Situ Fuhai suddenly laughed wildly, his gray hair spread across his shawl, and a ferocious look appeared on his old face.
Trading the life of a fellow sect member for the life of a peerless genius with a grudge, no loss, no loss!
"It was not the real use of the ancestral stele before." Prince Ziyang looked at Shen Yi with twinkling eyes. He cherished this young man even more now. If it weren't for the immortal, the other party would even lead a certain force to Hongze. external potential.
"This is a dragon cave that you can take anywhere."
As if to verify Zi Yang's words, Situ Fuhai suddenly knelt down towards the phantom of the ancestral monument and kowtowed several times: "Please protect the disciples with the ancestral monument, demonstrate your immortal power, and deter evil spirits!"
He was clearly a monk in the late stage of Heaven Realm, but he actually knocked his forehead to draw blood in the Dao Palace.
And the ancestral monument responded accordingly.
I saw that the dense scarlet lines above seemed to come to life, crawling upward like reptiles. The countless patterns of the Infinite Dao Palace gradually dispersed and converged into a certain Dao Palace picture.
Counting from top to bottom, that is the twenty-seventh picture.
It represents that the owner of this palace has been ranked twenty-seventh in the Wuliangdao Emperor Sect throughout the long years.
Situ Fuhai's face quickly turned rosy, and the map of mountains and rivers once again reflected the water and land. Among them, there were numerous figures, and their shapes began to become distorted and huge, as if they had transformed into beings like monsters and gods. There were roars and sounds.
All around.
Along with the changes, the aura on his body skyrocketed like bamboo branches climbing up!
In just a few breaths, it reached a point that made Prince Ziyang frown slightly. It was indeed an immortal monument, but it was just a shadow. In addition, the Wuliang Dao Emperor Sect's background was not very rich. If they were allowed to grow for a while,
Today, I am afraid that I can use this fairy treasure to forcefully allow heavenly monks to step into the Taoist level!
"If I take action, I can defeat him, but I can't kill him."
Prince Ziyang looked at Shen Yi: "How do you plan to end it?"
"..."
Shen Yi threw it casually and smashed the ancestral monument towards the water, causing another storm.
But the phantom of the fairy treasure cannot be destroyed by brute force. Even if it can be done, it is not something that a monk in the heavenly realm can do.
"The ancestral stele is still blessing him." Ye Jiu watched the ancestral stele fall steadily on the water, and couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Even though Situ Fuhai's strength seemed to have stopped rising, as long as the ancestral stele was still there, the opponent's
The breath is like a surging river, continuous and continuous.
This is also the reason why Prince Ziyang cannot kill the opponent.
"Is there any way to destroy it?"
Facing Ye Jiu's doubts, Qi Yansheng's eyes widened. If he could answer this question, would the Seventh Son of Nanhong still be in a corner?
Ji Jingxi stared at Shen Yi closely, and she found that the other party did not seem to want to destroy this immortal monument.
As expected.
The next moment, Shen Yi ignored Situ Fuhai's changes and instead focused on the ten pictures at the top of the immortal monument.
Different from other Taoist palace pictures, these ten pictures all have small seal scripts and annotations beside them.
Next to the last picture, there are eight small words.
"Create a different approach and be unique."
The pattern looks familiar. In the middle of a huge Taoist palace, nine majestic immortal monsters stand, showing their power with their teeth and claws.
Situ Fuhai was still kowtowing crazily, hoping to receive more immortal treasure rewards.
Shen Yi stood with her hands down and stared at the immortal monument quietly.
The next moment, in full view of everyone, his slightly hoarse voice echoed in everyone's ears.
"I want it too."
It's not like a plea, more like an order.
Such an attitude was certainly not respectful, but the next moment, the scarlet blood lines that gathered in Situ Fuhaidao Palace's diagram began to squirm again, climbing towards the Nine Demons Dao Palace diagram above.
"Well."
Situ Fuhai seemed to sense something was wrong, he raised his head in confusion, and then saw the picture.
This is the strangest picture on the Immortal Monument. It appeared out of thin air. Even if I traced seventeen branch sects, I could not find the owner of this picture.
And now, he seems to have finally found it.
Thinking of this, Situ Fuhai gasped and looked blankly at the ink-clad figure in the distance, his rosy face gradually turning pale.
In his sight, a scarlet map of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers gradually unfolded.
Shen Yi's body rose slowly and landed between the thrones of the Taoist Palace.
He rested his palms gently on the armrests.
Tall shadows surged around him, and as they stepped out slowly, the fierce faces of the tiger, the long dragon, and the white deer gradually became clearer.
Accompanied by these nine demons, the dark-colored sleeves slowly lifted up.
The fair-skinned and handsome young man, like a demon king, leaned on the throne calmly.
In an instant, scarlet demonic energy swept out from the vast landscape of mountains and rivers, turning the entire sky into blood red, which was more vivid and eye-catching than the sunset.
Outside the long steps at his feet, the dying Situ Junrui was like a humble maggot, struggling on the pillar with a horrified expression on his face. Even if his throat was torn, his voice was like a gnat: "Brother...save me...he It’s the Demon King…”
The Wuliang Demon Palace finally revealed its true appearance in front of the world.
And with the blessing of the Immortal Monument, the Demon Palace became more majestic, standing in the sky, like a bloody fairy city, with ghosts crying and wolves howling, making people's hair stand on end.
Shen Yi lowered her eyes slightly, and her eyes fell on Situ Fuhai.
He stretched out his right palm slightly, and then lowered it calmly, as if he was passing judgment on this late-stage Heaven Realm sect leader.
"cut."
The words have settled.
In the blood-red map of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, countless terrifying beast shadows suddenly appeared, regrouped into blood clouds all over the sky, and then swarmed down, swallowing up the Taoist palace below.
There was no sound in the field, only the roars of the ferocious monsters were left, as if the most primitive beasts were hunting, tearing apart the fattest meat in the world.
Until everything is silent.
A sharp wail penetrated everyone's eardrums. It was the most desperate cry and a begging full of confusion!
"Fellow sects kill each other! Why!"
"Why!!"
The sound of crying floated in the air, and the tall Taoist Palace slowly collapsed, roaring continuously, turning into the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and dissipating into the air.
Chapter completed!