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Chapter 227 Ask the Master to Borrow a Sword (Second Update, please subscribe)

"Method?"

Yu Yuan glanced at the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit in surprise, but couldn't react for a while.

In the past, the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit would directly tell him what he should do and what he should not do, or ask him what he wanted to do in a helpless or angry tone.
It was the first time he heard such kind of words that seemed to be asking for help from the other party.

"Correct."

Under Yu Yuan's watchful eyes, the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit said solemnly, "The old ancestor Kunpeng's Taoism is so profound that I can't resist it alone. Your uncle and uncle may not be able to win against Na Yingzhao Yaosheng... ..."

Having said that, she paused for a moment, and then said in a deep voice: "If you can think of any way to defeat the enemy, then stop hiding it."

Yu Yuan nodded slightly, looking at Patriarch Kunpeng.

As a quasi-sage who has killed both good and evil corpses, the power of the ancestor Kunpeng is beyond doubt.

Although he couldn't kill Yu Yuan, Yu Yuan couldn't kill him in turn.

This can be seen from the previous robbing of Beiming Palace.

At that time, Yu Yuan sacrificed eight spiritual treasures including the purple electric hammer in one breath, but he only blocked the Kunpeng ancestor for a moment.

Yu Yuan's advantage is that he is resistant to beatings, and the more he is beaten, the stronger he becomes, but with his current strength, if he really wants to fight, he may only be able to wrestle with the ancestor Kunpeng if he uses the law of heaven and earth.

While he was thinking about countermeasures, the Kunpeng patriarch became more courageous with each battle.

I saw streaks of blazing and dazzling golden light soaring thousands of miles into the sky, illuminating this piece of heaven and earth in every detail, making it hard for people to keep their eyes open.

"It's just a ray of divine thoughts descending on this place, condensed and formed by the power of heaven and earth. I will kill you like a dog!"

Patriarch Kunpeng shouted angrily, and raised his hand to push the White Tiger Lord back.

He fought fiercely with the four holy venerables, relying on his own strength to firmly suppress the four holy venerables, and still had the strength to attack the four elephants formation.

From time to time, he would slap his palm, making the Four Elephant Pagoda clang, and the pagoda was already covered with cracks.

"kill!"

The voice of the Kunpeng ancestor shook the sky, carrying some kind of sonic mystery, which caused many immortals tens of thousands of miles away to bleed from their ears, and the pain was unbearable.

Even the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit frowned, feeling the same discomfort.

But this is just the beginning.

At this moment, the ancestor Kunpeng exuded an astonishing killing intent all over his body, and a golden spear soared into the sky, straight to the sky!
But seeing a forest of divine spears above the nine-day sky, lined up in the air, each spear shrinks to a hundred feet long, the spear's edge becomes colder, becomes sharper, the light shines brightly, and the murderous aura rushes straight to Xiaohan.

Every golden spear here is sacrificed from the feathers of the ancestor of Kunpeng, carefully cultivated hundreds of Yuanhui, the size is as desired, and the sharpness is extremely breathtaking.

Looking around, there are golden spears everywhere, and the terrifying killing intent makes people tremble with fear.

The ancestor Kunpeng stood with his hands behind his back, his golden eyes exuded fierce murderous intent, like a sharp knife out of its sheath, and the light it shot made one's heart palpitate.

"If you don't give way, there will only be a dead end!"

Patriarch Kunpeng gave a cold shout, and the golden divine spear hanging above the nine-day sky immediately poured down like a torrential rain, piercing towards the four holy lords respectively.

The impact of thousands of golden spears, like four golden torrents, with an extremely sharp killing intent, submerged the four great saints below.

Each golden spear has the thickness of a bucket, and the sharpness of the spear is unparalleled, rushing towards it like a dragon, invincible.

"Crack-"

The world shattered like a mirror.

Lightning-like black fissures spread all over the sky and the earth, from which white chaotic air spewed out, devouring and eroding the surrounding intact space.

Looking at the scene where the world was broken, many immortal gods who were watching the battle in the distance only felt chills on their backs, and they continued to emit cold air.

Although they were far apart, they could still feel the decisive killing intent of the ancestor Kunpeng, which made people feel like falling into an ice cellar.

This is still the case when you are tens of thousands of miles away, let alone the Four Great Saints who bear the brunt of it.

Thousands of golden spears descended from the sky, bringing with them fierce and sharp killing power, they gathered together to form a frightening torrent of destruction.

The Four Great Saints were directly submerged.

He couldn't even say a word, and was directly turned into dust under the impact of the destructive torrent.

Of course, what died was only a wisp of the divine thoughts of the four great sages, and their real bodies are still far away in the four extreme holy lands, separated by countless worlds.

"If you don't hand over Beiming Palace again, don't blame me for being rude!"

Ancestor Kunpeng looked at Yu Yuan and the Holy Mother of Jinling, but seeing no movement, the four torrents turned around and swept towards them.

"Ding Ding Dang Dang..."

The sound of dense metal collisions sounded, and the Four Elephant Pagoda guarding the two of them trembled and swayed under the bombardment of the four golden torrents.

The cracks on the tower body are getting bigger and bigger, and gradually spread all over the body.

The defensive power of this top-grade spirit treasure is astonishing, but it can't last too long in the face of the offensive of Kunpeng Patriarch.

A look of worry flashed across the eyes of the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, and she turned to the apprentice beside her, and said in a low voice, "Can you think of a way?"

"It's not that there is no way, but it depends on whether the ancestor will give him face."

While talking, Yu Yuan turned towards the direction of the Eastern Penglai Holy Land, bowed respectfully, and then said in a deep voice: "The master master is here!
Today, there is a demon master Kunpeng who acts fiercely and does many evils. He joins forces with the remnants of the demon clan to recruit demon saints, demon gods and kings from all walks of life, intending to rob me of the most precious treasure, the Chaos Clock! "

Hearing this, the ancestor Kunpeng, who was bombarding the Four Elephant Pagoda, raised his eyebrows upside down, his eyes seemed to burst into flames, and cursed: "Okay, you blabbering little thief! When did I join forces with Yingzhao? ?”

Yu Yuan ignored it and continued to speak loudly: "In order to protect the treasure, my master is in danger to fight against the Kunpeng demon master alone; my uncle, uncle and other few people are trying to prevent the British from recruiting demon saints and other demon clan remnants. Whether it is life or death...

I waited for my disciples to follow the teacher's teachings and practice with peace of mind. I came here to repair the Chaos Clock in order to suppress my teacher's luck, but I didn't expect to encounter this unprovoked disaster!

I ask the lord to show his majesty and save my master, uncle, and uncle! "

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit looked at Yu Yuan speechlessly. She never expected that Yu Yuan's solution would be to ask the Sage Headmaster for help!

And it's still in their name!
Don't you think it's embarrassing to shake people when you can't beat them like this?
They haven't really reached the point where their lives are at stake!
The ancestor Kunpeng didn't even want to snatch the Chaos Clock now, he just wanted to take back his Beiming Palace.

For such a trivial matter, do you need to ask a dignified saint to help you back it up?At worst, you can return Beiming Palace to him!
What's more, with Master's disposition, would he take care of you?

You must know that a saint jumps out of the three realms and is not in the five elements, so he will not end easily.

But Yu Yuan is very confident.

Because the Kunpeng Patriarch came for the Chaos Clock in the first place!

After all, the Chaos Clock is the treasure that he pre-arranged to suppress the fate of Jiejiao. No matter who dares to snatch it, it will be difficult for Jiejiao.

Therefore, Yu Yuan has reason to believe that the leader of the Tongtian Church will never stand idly by and ignore it!
Otherwise, why would they send the uncle and the others to help?

It's just that this sage of the Qing Dynasty cares about his face after all.

Far inferior to his elder brother and the saint in the West!

When the lives of his disciples were not in danger, he would definitely not attack directly, so as not to be suspected of being bullied by the big.

Yu Yuan's "ask for help" was equivalent to giving him enough reasons.

At this time, if he still doesn't make a move, it really can't be justified.

But as soon as Yu Yuan's words fell, a green aura flew in front of him.

In that aura is a green fairy sword.

This sword is not long, at most it is over three feet.

The whole body of the sword is emerald green, as if carved from some kind of emerald, exuding a clear and clear aura, condensed into pieces of blue lotus leaves.

Yu Yuan felt a little joy in his heart.

This is the sword of the leader and saint, and it is also the treasure of his enlightenment-Qingping sword!

According to what Master Tongtian said when the three religions were discussed together last time, the Four Swords of Jade Immortals and the formation map were kept in this Qingping sword.

"It seems that the master master is very face-saving."

Yu Yuan laughed, and under the surprised eyes of the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, he stretched out his hand to gently hold the Qingping sword, then looked at the Kunpeng ancestor and said proudly: "Monster, you still have time to leave now, otherwise you will leave now." I need to leave something here!"

"You bloody little thief!"

Ancestor Kunpeng looked gloomy, staring 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 unhurriedly, looked at the ancestor Kunpeng and said with a smile: "Since you have all come to take my Chaos Clock, you can do it if you don't leave any price." Want to leave?"

After finishing speaking, he held the Qingping sword and waved it lightly.

The pieces of Bihe are verdant and verdant.

The sword light filled the ocean like a giant beast broke through the water, filled the sky in an instant, and then turned into a giant roc, fluttering its wings and flying high for ninety thousand miles in an instant, everything it passed turned into chaos.

This sword shot straight up ninety thousand miles!
The ancestor of Kunpeng was also forced to retreat [-] li.

He snorted coldly with an ugly face, but he also knew that this sword was only a warning given to him by the saint, otherwise he would never be able to retreat unscathed.

But he was still a little unwilling to leave!

Counting the ancient times, he was robbed of three spirit treasures by Yu Yuan one after another, this breath is really hard to swallow!

"Too deceiving!"

Kunpeng Patriarch roared angrily.

A pair of gigantic golden wings emerged from the chaos, and with just one flap, the world was divided into two like tofu cubes.

Earth, water, fire, and wind gushed out, turning into the most original force and sweeping towards Yu Yuan.

"If you make a mistake, you have to admit that you will be beaten and stand at attention... Demon master, you have lived for so many years, don't you understand this truth?"

Yu Yuan held the Qingping sword and only waved it lightly.

"puff--"

Almost instantly, a gigantic wing fell down.

The golden blood spilled across the sky like a river rushing.

"what!"

The Kunpeng patriarch roared, his blond hair stood on end, and he danced wildly, his eyes gleaming with hatred and anger.

Three spiritual treasures were taken away, and now even one of his own wings was cut off.

Although it didn't take much effort to reshape his body, this kind of humiliation and powerlessness in the face of the saint made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

He couldn't help but let out a long howl, and finally disappeared into the chaos.

Yu Yuan didn't chase after him either.

To be precise, it was the Master Tongtian who did not agree with his idea of ​​eradicating weeds and roots.

The two swords just now were also cut out by Master Tongtian through his hands, not with his own power.

Alas, the saint in charge is still too embarrassing!

Don't you know that "cutting the grass does not remove the roots, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates"? !
This headmaster is...

"Ok?"

A light sigh sounded from the bottom of his heart.

Cough!

This head teacher is really competent!

(End of this chapter)