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Chapter 605: The Strange Ancestor of Nascent Soul
a shame?

Is it embarrassing for not beating the Holy Son of Six Paths Sect to death? !

Tianhua Zhenjun's face was gloomy, and he didn't care about it for a moment. He just stretched out his sleeves and took the gossamer-like Holy Son of Six Paths into his hands, and his spiritual consciousness poured into it.

Only then did we realize that the injuries of the Holy Son of Six Paths were unusually serious, with his meridians and flesh and blood shattered to pieces, and he was just one breath away from death.

What makes people wonder is why he didn't die, it was just a matter of a casual blow from the Qi Practitioner.

"This kind of breath..."

Soon, the expression of True Monarch Tianhua changed wildly.

His spiritual consciousness searched through the meridians and flesh and blood, but did not find any of the heat and sharpness of the Great Sun Sword Sect. Instead, it was filled with tiny golden threads, hidden deep in the meridians and bones. There was no trace of any alien species. breath.

It's like... these tiny metal threads originally grew in the flesh and blood bones, and did not come from the outside world.

"Ancestor!"

Tianhua Zhenjun's spiritual consciousness swept across, and he was secretly shocked, but he had already expected that the divine consciousness and magic power poured into the body of the Six Paths Holy Son, forcibly creating several meridians and divine soul power in his soul and flesh and blood. Bridge his soul and Dantian, skip the damaged meridians and bones, and restore the sanity of the Holy Son of Six Paths as soon as possible.

The Holy Son of Six Paths opened his eyes in a hazy state. When he saw the face of True Monarch Tianhua, his low and small posture disappeared, revealing the deep-seated hatred that even all the water from all over the world could not wash away.

"The hidden wounds are still left in my body. I just suppressed them with my magic power. I can't hold on for much longer..."

"save him!"

Zhenjun Xufang Feijian came out of his body, his expression shocked: "The opportunity that Lord Shuoyang got thousands of years ago, the Golden Emperor's picture that Jianzi was also trying his best to pursue?"

At the same time, out of some inexplicable emotion of awe and obedience, Lieyang Jianzi hesitated a little and said: "Uncle Master, there is an old monster named Tushan who used some unknown method to send his avatar to sneak into the cave. The ancestral land of Xu Zong took away the Golden Emperor Picture left behind by Shuoyang Tianjun."

This is an extremely obvious injury caused by gold. It is the magical characteristic of Shuoyang Tianjun, the invincible strongman from thousands of years ago and the common ancestor of the twenty-eight families in Beiyuan!
There is absolutely no mistake. No one can imitate the methods of the invincible.

The Holy Son of Six Paths roared, and his newly healed throat burst instantly, his flesh and blood rolled, and blood dripped down.

"Tushan!"

"It hurts! It hurts!..."

"There are still remnants, and there are too many to be restored..."

In an instant, the meridians turned into powder and squirmed like flesh and blood insects, expelling dirty blood, squeezing out broken bones, and most importantly, expelling tiny metal threads, mixed with black flesh and blood flowing out from the cracked skin.

Harvest, does it exist?

Zhenjun Tianhua could no longer suppress the emotions in his heart and exclaimed.

"That's it!"

"This is the ancestor!!"

Could it be that the Holy Son's failure this time and his near-death was not caused by Lie Yang Jianzi, but because he ignored the ban and went to the Patriarch's Palace?

"The Golden Emperor Picture of Shuoyang Tianjun!"

Keng!
A violent sword cry exploded.

Tianhua Zhenjun immediately stopped hesitating, took out his Nascent Soul level life-saving elixir, stuffed it into the mouth of the Six Paths Holy Son, and used magic power to help it melt, disperse throughout the body, and the pure medicinal power spread.

"Tushan sword cultivator! Clan uncle, he got the golden emperor picture of his ancestors!"

Lieyang Jianzi said quickly.

"Tu Shan?"

"Tushan!"

True Lord Xu Fang and True Lord Tianhua roared in unison, and their spiritual consciousness in the middle stage of Nascent Soul was fully unfolded. They carefully scanned every place within a radius of dozens of kilometers, not letting go of any detail and no longer ignoring it.

The True Monarch of the Divine Crow even gave up the pursuit of the other Golden Core cultivators, and completely revealed the true form of the Hei's Divine Crow, a jet black crow with a divine horse, golden flames on top of its head, and wings that were a hundred feet long when spread out, covering the sky and the sun.

"here!"

Almost at the same time, three strands of Nascent Soul level consciousness all looked at one place at the same time.

Being in the second half of the Jindan monks' escape, protected by the Luoxu Order, they are neither as conspicuous as the people at the front, nor as eye-catching as the people at the end. If you don't pay attention, you will be ignored.

Under the huge Nascent Soul level consciousness, some concealment spells broke, revealing a young man with an ordinary face, staring at them.

"Good three."

Jiang Ding held the sword hilt in his hand and nodded slightly.

"die!"

"Hand over the Golden Emperor Picture!"

Without any nonsense, True Lord Tianhua from the Six Paths Sect, True Lord Xu Fang from the Great Sun Sword Sect, and True Lord Shenya all came to kill them.

The shadows of ghosts and ghosts are dense, reincarnation is immortal, the blazing sword is majestic, the black wings of the divine crow cover the sky, and the murderous intentions of the three Nascent Souls freeze the space.

Jiang Ding remained motionless, with a calm look on his face, as if he was completely unaware that this was a siege by Yuanying monks.

"Tushan, you are going to die."

The Saint Son of Six Paths smiled sarcastically, with a look of pleasure.

What can he do if he is at the peak level of Jindan and is calm?

"No!"

The Six Paths Saint Son suddenly became frightened. On his skin, between his eyebrows, and in his meridians, dense blue sword patterns suddenly appeared, twisting and squirming, sucking out his flesh and blood, mana, and consciousness like a whale, condensing them into a blue sword talisman.

As soon as this sword talisman appeared, the terrifying realm of the Soul-Destroying Technique spread out in all directions. The spiritual energy particles were affected, stagnated, and changed, causing the magic to collapse.

The Nascent Soul Dharma Domain of the three Nascent Soul cultivators became even more fragmented and incomplete.

"Sword Talisman?"

"What kind of legal realm is this?!"

The expression of True Lord Divine Crow suddenly changed.

In this realm that is almost called the Law of Destruction, the true form of the divine crow, which spreads its wings a hundred feet and covers the sky and the sun, is uncertain. Whether it exists or not is a question that needs to be considered, let alone others.

"Uncle Master!"

Lieyang Jianzi screamed in horror.

On his body, a blue sword talisman also emerged, buried in the flesh and meridians. At this time, it broke out unhurriedly, turning into a blow that split the legal domain and struck at Zhenjun Xu Fang.

"Sword?"

True Lord Xu Fang showed a sign of struggle and was in a dilemma.

He could clearly see that this talisman sword was terrifying and abnormal, but it was hidden in Lieyang Jianzi's body. It was not slow or slow, and it was clearly threatening Lieyang Jianzi's life.

Asking,

Are you going to stop him at the cost of your own death?
"Uncle Tianhua Clan, save me!"

The Saint Son of Six Paths yelled in fear.

In the battle of Nascent Soul, judgment has been made in an instant.

"Despicable!"

"The Great Sun Sword Sect will search Beiyuan and kill you!"

True Lord Xu Fang was so angry that he stamped his feet and cursed loudly. He controlled the flying sword to return and faced the talisman sword that was coming towards him. He also used most of his strength to protect the Lieyang Sword, lest the aftermath would shatter it into powder.

Although the Golden Emperor Picture is good, it is not a magical skill. However, Shuoyang Tianjun's understanding back then was still not as good as the life of his nephew.

On the other side, True Monarch Tianhua made the choice without much hesitation. He allocated part of his power to protect the Holy Son of Six Paths and completed the basic form. Then he was too lazy to care about the life and death of the Holy Son of Six Paths. He slashed through the space with a Yin Ghost Sword and disappeared instantly. not see.

"Crow Qianyu!"

True Lord Divine Crow was embarrassed by the realm of destruction, and became furious. The Crow spread its sky-covering wings, and thousands of realms that cut through the space flew out, drowning the young man in front of him.

Jiang Ding held the sword hilt in his hand, but closed his eyes.

The only two Yuanying-level talisman swords given by the main body were released, and they had no power to fight back, and could no longer interfere in the Yuanying-level battlefield at all.

We can only wait for the outcome of life and death.

"You two deserve to die."

A faint voice came from a distant place, and after an unknown amount of time, it fell on the ears of True Lord Shenya and True Lord Tianhua.

"This……"

Tianhua Zhenjun was startled and looked somewhere in the void.

A monk in green with a hazy face was watching them quietly several hundred feet away. Between his fingers was a small, regular space crack that spread to an unknown place.

Tianhua Zhenjun felt a chill in his heart, and instinctively looked along the cracks in the dark space. It tore apart his Heavenly Ghost Domain, spreading, spreading,
spread to his palms.

The right palm was silently broken from the wrist.

"what!"

True Monarch Tianhua screamed miserably.

Extremely poisonous and ferocious, the sword energy of the Soul-Destroying Technique rushed into his meridians along the broken wrist, turning everything along the way into powder, quickly spreading to the body and soul.

A large amount of Nascent Soul level mana surged in, facing the Destruction Sword Qi, chasing and intercepting him. Only then did he narrowly resist it, and quickly pushed back. Dots of azure sword light dripped down the broken wrist into the sky, stabbing out one after another on the ground. A bottomless hole.

"Middle stage of Nascent Soul..."

Seeing this, Jiang Ding sighed slightly.

After careful planning, lying in wait for such a long time, and restraining him at all levels, he was still unable to be seriously injured, only slightly injured.

Zheng!
A crisp sword cry echoed.

In the horrifying gazes of the three Nascent Soul cultivators, a blue flying sword returned from the void. With one strike, the divine crow with a wingspan of a hundred feet was slashed back several miles. The sound of explosions in the void was endless.

"Goodbye, everyone."

Jiang Ding and Taiqing Fei's swords merged into one. They came to the clone with a flash, picked it up, and then with another flash, the blue magnetic light burst out and disappeared completely.

Right now,

True Lord Tianhua was trapped by his injuries, True Lord Xufang saved Lieyang Jianzi, but True Lord Shencrow hesitated to move forward.

No one stopped him and watched him disappear.

(End of this chapter)