Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

"Fair fight?"

Wang Fu sneered in his heart. He was not stupid. This Tong Hou was obviously much stronger than him. If he didn't run now, would he be looking for death?

The Golden Brilliant Sword Escape was pushed to the extreme. Wang Fu was confident that there were few rivals in the Foundation Establishment Realm. However, after a few breaths, he felt a cold breath approaching at a very fast speed behind him, and he was shocked.

The blood shadow was approaching him rapidly as if it was a startled wild goose. At the same time, a huge blood-colored skull with a radius of ten feet was released from the hands of Tong Hou, emitting a sharp ghost howl, and instantly attacked Wang Fu.

Tong Hou's low shout also resounded through the sky:

"Wang Yan, stop!"

"If you don't chase me, I will stop." Wang Fu threw out several talismans without looking back. The talismans immediately turned into balls of flames and rushed towards the blood-colored skull, but they could not stop even for a moment and were directly dispersed and broken by the skull.

"What a powerful spell." Wang Fu was startled and moved sideways. The bloody skull fell a few feet away from him. A bloody smell that corroded his bones spread. While the sword light protected his body, he slipped and used all his strength to perform the Golden Sword Escape, thus avoiding the attack.

The power of Tong Hou's casual bloody skull spell was already similar to the power of the giant sword condensed by Wang Fu's Gengjin Sword Formation, which made Wang Fu even more afraid to stay.

Escape! Escape! Escape!

Wang Fu had no intention of luck. If he was entangled, even if he tried his best, the chance of winning would be extremely slim. In the face of absolute strength, no strategy or means would work.

He dodged several bloody skulls that attacked him one after another, and kept throwing out talismans to try to stop Tong Hou, but each time he was easily resolved by him.

Seeing that the figure of Tong Hou was already several feet behind him, Wang Fu's heart became ruthless. With a thought, he sacrificed the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and dark evil spirits immediately emerged from the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in his hand.

They rushed towards Tong Hou behind him in an overwhelming manner.

"It is indeed the Ten Thousand Souls Banner," Tong Hou was not annoyed when he saw this, but a look of surprise appeared on his face, "I have always wanted to refine a Ten Thousand Souls Banner, but it is difficult to find the Soul Gathering Pearl. One or two old guys in the sect have kept their treasures tightly. Hehe... Fortunately, I am lucky to meet you."

"Wang Yan, hand over the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and I will give you a chance to surrender."

While speaking, Tong Hou shouted, and a burst of blood-colored brilliance suddenly burst out from his body. Then he pinched a seal. The next moment, a huge blood-colored spiritual pattern appeared behind him. As the spiritual pattern rotated, blood-colored arrows appeared one after another, and then turned into a rain of arrows to kill all the evil ghosts that came to kill.

The ghost energy dissipated, but Wang Fu's figure disappeared on the earth, and his consciousness also lost its breath.

"Earth escape technique? It's really a tricky guy." Tong Hou frowned, but soon relaxed. He looked at the shadow behind him, "Old Gai..."

As soon as Tong Hou finished speaking, a white-haired old man in hemp clothes emerged from the shadow behind him. This man's breath was faint, and he was carrying a blood-red coffin board behind him, which looked very creepy.

The old man in hemp clothes raised his head and looked at the ground a hundred feet away with his sleepy eyes. He grinned and showed a rare yellow teeth:

"Don't worry, Xuezi, it's just an earth escape technique. You can't escape."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man in hemp clothes took off the blood-red coffin board behind him and threw it casually. The coffin board immediately turned into a blood light and rushed to the ground a hundred feet away. It smashed down heavily and then went into the ground in a flash.

Underground,

Wang Fu stuffed himself with a spiritual paste pill and ran while running the skills to restore spiritual power. He looked at the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, which had become somewhat dim, and felt quite distressed. He did not expect that the evil ghosts of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner would be wiped out by the Tong Hou in one move. He used all his spiritual power to drive the evil ghosts, and the strength of the evil ghosts was much stronger than usual.

But it was still no match for the Tong Hou's move.

"Fortunately, I got rid of his spiritual lock. Now I should be able to escape by hiding underground. It's a pity that the Foundation Establishment Realm cannot fully exert the power of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. I can only use the most basic ghost-exorcising ability, otherwise I wouldn't be so embarrassed."

Thinking of this, Wang Fu couldn't help but sigh.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner is a great killing weapon of the magic way. How could it only have the ability to enslave and drive ghosts? It's just that driving magic weapons can only be done by the Jindan Realm. The ability to use part of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner's ability in the Foundation Establishment Realm is already the uniqueness of this soul banner.

If it were other magic weapons, it would not be able to be refined at all. Perhaps those powerful immortal sects with a long history have unique methods that allow the Foundation Establishment Realm to refine magic weapons, but they will also have to pay a huge price.

Wang Fu guessed that the reason why Tong Hou could control the magic weapon in the shape of a scroll in his hand was that he mastered the extremely rare method that could refine magic weapons.

Boom!

Just as Wang Fu sighed secretly, a roar suddenly came from behind him. He sighed with his consciousness, and all the dead souls came out.

He saw a coffin board burning with blood-red flames passing through the ground, attacking him.

Wang Fu's face was livid, and he used all his strength to perform the earth escape technique, trying to get rid of the tracking of the blood-red coffin board, but the speed of the coffin board was too fast, and it was about to catch up with Wang Fu, and the blood-red flames turned into chains behind him to block his way.

Wang Fu didn't dare to touch the cold blood-colored flames, and Wang Fu didn't dare to touch the bloody coffin board. Without him, the aura leaked from this coffin board was not a bit stronger than the best spiritual weapons, and it was actually a magic weapon. And its aura is more powerful than the scroll magic weapon in Tong Hou's hand.

"What the hell are they? Lao Zi is just a small foundation-building monk. Do you need to use magic weapons to chase him? The sect is amazing..." Wang Fu couldn't help but curse angrily. The bloody coffin board chased but did not attack, but He blocked his five directions, leaving only an escape route above his head. Little did he know that this was forcing him to leave the ground.

Wang Fu had no choice but to look at the shrinking blood-colored flames and feel the cold aura on the flames that eroded bones and souls, and had no choice but to head towards the ground.

Since his practice, Wang Fu has never felt so aggrieved except when he first entered Luo Yu Sect.

In order to avoid being ambushed as soon as he came out of the ground, Wang Fu turned his skills and pinched the seal, summoned all the golden sword lights to protect him, held the Zixiao Thunder Shadow Sword, and then suddenly broke through the ground, and instantly used the golden sword Eun flew towards the distance.

However, a huge bloody coffin board suddenly emerged from the ground and lay across Wang Fu's path.

Wang Fu's pupils shrank and he changed directions, but no matter which direction he went, the coffin board would stop him one step ahead.

An old man with white hair and linen clothes stood on the coffin board. He grinned, revealing a pair of sparse yellow teeth, and said with a smile:

"Boy, don't waste your efforts. Have a good fight with my sect's blood son. Maybe there is still a chance of survival. If you continue to be so messy, if I can't stop my hand and slap you to death with a coffin board, that won't be good. ”

When Wang Fu heard this, he was furious. However, he knew that anger could not solve anything. He could only force himself to calm down in order to find a way out.

"Wang Yan, this is the protector of my blood, Gai Lao in the late Golden Core stage. Although his cultivation is restricted by the rules of the wind and thunder ruins, with Gai Lao's spiritual consciousness, no matter how superb your earth escape technique is, , It doesn't help." Tong Hou's figure fell down, and he stood with his hands behind his hands, smiling, indescribably free and comfortable.

"Now I will give you two choices."

"Surrender...or die..."