Zhao Yu sighed slightly, returned the sword to the sheath. He stepped on the starry sky and walked towards Xianxia Palace leisurely, saying, "Since the immortal king is talking about it, I dare not ignore it, but..."

As he spoke, he was close to him. The power of the Divine Power was not far away, and his face showed a ridiculous look.

"The immortal king is in front of him, the thief said, how dare you be arrogant?"

Xianxia Xianjun whipped his sleeves and turned around and was about to enter the palace, saying, "Why do you have to be tense, two little fellow Taoists? Let's enter the palace..."

At this moment, when Zhao Yu looked at the immortal king, the sword in his palm turned around, and there was no trace. One thousandth of the birth and death, the killing sword penetrated the void and reached the forehead of the Divine Power.

The immortal king paused, and seemed to be slow, but he had turned around, but he did not take action. She just thought that Zhao Yu was so arrogant because of his defeated generals who were so arrogant, and he would teach him a lesson. He also knew that the ability of the supernatural powers would at most suffer a small loss and would not be a big deal.

What's more, the Immortal Lord doesn't have much favoritism for the magic power, so he is happy to see him suffer a small loss.

The magic power showed a sneer on his face, and he had the same idea. Although he was chased by Zhao Yu, he was not because of this sword, but because of the five-color light magic power that he had brushed people, treasures, and magic powers. In his opinion, apart from the five-color magic power, how could this thief Taoist in Taihe Immortal Sect be his opponent?

Seeing the sword coming, Yu Shen Zhi chuckled, popped up his finger to find the sword, and then pointed it out with one point.

However, at this moment, a mysterious Taoist wonder sprinkled from the sword light. The magic power in his heart hopped, and the soul was silent. His thinking paused, and his fingers froze in front of him. A look of shock on his face had not yet been fully revealed, and the sword of killing calmly entered his heavenly spirit, and in an instant, it burst out with endless murderous intent. The five-color sword light burst out, smashing his soul and breaking his body!

Zhao Yu smiled, but he froze instantly at the same time.

A burst of anger caused no excitement, freezing the starry sky, and the five-colored sword light penetrated from the body of the magical power was immediately fixed. The vast clouds could no longer evaporate. Many monks around him were counted as one, all like stone statues, fixed in their original place.

With a sigh, Xianxia Xianjun made a beautiful move and used her to attack the magic power that was fixed by her. He looked carefully and shook his head slightly.

With this sigh, the starry sky came alive again. Zhao Yu came back to his senses and said without waiting for the Immortal Lord to speak, "Immortal Lord calm down. I have never died and I will never stop talking. It will be useless to say that the Immortal Lord is in harmony. I will definitely kill him. This matter has nothing to do with the Immortal Lord. If the Yuanchu Demon Sect vents his anger, the Immortal Lord only needs to push it to the younger generation. I think with the Immortal Lord, the Yuanchu Demon Sect will not make things difficult for the Immortal Lord. It just gave up the Immortal Lord with good intentions. I am really sorry."

Zhao Yu is sincere and not perfunctory.

The immortal king sighed and said, "I don't want to see the Suyuanchu Demon Sect, but I don't want to see the Su Taihe Immortal Sect. Now that things have come to this, what can I do? The little Taoist fellow has great supernatural powers, but I'm missing the eye."

She was in a state of excitement when she turned around and ignored her. The magic power turned into powder and sprinkled into the starry sky. The killing sword sounded and fell back into Zhao Yu's palm.

"I have a word - a fellow Taoist fighter and killing the magical powers and establish a mortal hatred with the Qiandao Immortal Lord. You should be careful. Another question: Is the magical powers of a fellow Taoist, but the mysterious and wonderful world of light?"

Zhao Yu looked up and Xianxia Palace was gone.

However, a young Taoist in black robe seemed to suddenly appear, standing proudly in front of Xianxia Palace, with his eyes locked Zhao Yu, which was meaningful.

In Zhao Yu's soul, there were warning signs, and he only clamped the hilt of the Killing Sword, and his energy was restrained, like a tightened fist, which would explode when touched.

But the man looked at Zhao Yu for a while and chuckled. In Zhao Yu's spirit, he suddenly went there.

"You're fine."

The black-robed Taoist said softly: "I must thank you for killing and killing the magical power."

He said casually: "I have wanted to kill him for a long time, but I am not good at it. I have almost become obsessed with it. If you kill him, it will be a problem to reward you. However, if you are thinking of the ancestor, I have no choice but to kill you and avenge the power of the God. Fortunately, I am a demon cultivator and will not apologize for it. If you kill the magic power of the God, I will kill you again, which is just right."

Zhao Yu had no expression on his face: "Fellow Daoist is sure to kill me?"

The Taoist in black robe looked at Zhao Yu in a steady state, like a butcher holding a butcher knife, looking for the throat of his prey. After a while, he suddenly laughed: "How dare I kill you? You are just an ant. Killing you is easy, but if you kill you, wouldn't your ancestor be beaten to death with a slap?"

He put his hands behind his back and was filled with a stern attitude: "Go quickly, go quickly. For a moment, I will ask someone to kill you. It's just so idle and boring, so I'll have fun."

Zhao Yu groaned, turned around and left.

A voice came from behind: "You use your level of cultivation to kill the magic power of the soul to kill, and you are also considered a person among the ants. Listen to it: I am the same as the magic power of the magic power of the soul."

...

Zhao Yu was calm in his heart. Since he had not taken action on all things, Zhao Yu was not worried.

This person's cultivation is so deep that he is as deep as a sea, and he cannot see any slight waves, let alone bottom. If such a person takes action personally, Zhao Yu will definitely have no chance of resisting him. Zhao Yu knows that he is leaning against the Taihe Immortal Sect, and the Yuanchu Demon Sect dare not break the rules, but it is not foolproof.

Most of the demonic monks are crazy people. If they ignore it and slap them in the face, how could Zhao Yu be spared?

Fortunately, this person did not take action, so Zhao Yu left calmly. As for dispatching cultivators to chase and kill, Zhao Yu was not afraid of it. As long as he was not a powerful earth immortal, Zhao Yu was confident of escaping. Since this person did not take action, he was indeed unwilling to break the rules and would definitely not dare to dispatch powerful figures. At most, he would be able to win more ways.

One person in the Yuanshen realm cannot defeat Zhao Yu, ten people cannot defeat Zhao Yu, and what about a hundred and a thousand people? A low-grade victory cannot defeat Zhao Yu, and a medium-grade victory cannot defeat Zhao Yu, so what about all the best?

That's all.

Zhao Yu went deep into the starry sky and traveled for three moments. Outside a galaxy located on the edge of the Yunxia Domain, he turned into an old man with white beards and white hair, and even his energy changed slightly.

I looked at the killing sword in my hand, and with a thought, I turned it into a crutch and leaned it in my hand.

This is one of the methods of Zhao Yu's physical change. Physical changes are not small. When you practice to a profound level, everything will not change. For example, the magical power of Dharma, heaven and earth must be based on physical changes.

The physical body changes, the simple level only becomes its shape, and the high level changes the qi. Zhao Yu has just touched the fur that changes the qi. Although he cannot completely change, he can still get away with it. It is difficult for ordinary monks to notice it.

The old man turned into a crutch, his feet were fairy clouds, Zhao Yu twisted his beard and smiled, his face was extremely kind, and he went into the galaxy.
Chapter completed!