I make a contract with myself

"Time is up."

In the water of Linghu Lake, Tao's body became more and more transparent, and His face could not be seen clearly at this time.

At the same time, the black and white lotus absorbed the gifts from heaven and earth, becoming more and more beautiful.

Sun Yan's Yuan Seed was still there, but it was intercepted by Xiaobai and Xiaohei. It did not turn into Yuan Seed, but was directly absorbed and refined.

"The elf master is blessed with natural advantages..."

After he finished speaking, Dao smiled and suddenly pointed a finger.

Shazi scratched his head, confused.

Dao did not explain, and his body turned into points of light, and eventually completely dissipated in the world, becoming a part of the rules of the ancient spirit world.

The other Origin Fairies just watched like this, without trying to keep them or saying goodbye, as if they were used to it.

For the original immortals, returning to heaven and earth is not death, but going home.

Since we are going home, there is no need to worry about separation of life and death.

After a long time, Sun Yan's elves withdrew their gaze and turned to look at the sand.

The finger of Tao is not meant for fun, right?

Shazi was dazed. Seeing that his brothers and sisters were all looking at him, he waved his arms and started yelling.

Seeing this, the spirits were puzzled for a while.

Is there really no special feeling?

"Ah woo~"

Shazi opened his mouth and yawned, then fell asleep.

This is right...

The spirits smiled knowingly.

After following the elf master for so long, his brain must be working well.

That finger was most likely an opportunity for Shazi to advance to the spiritual level. Even if it wasn't, there would still be some benefit.

Aotian: Woohoo, why don’t I have this chance? I’m almost catching up…

Old Turtle: Tao may have seen your ancestors and knows everything about you.

Xiaoyou: Brother Shazi has been stuck at the ninth level and ninth grade for so many years, and he can finally break through!

Ah Fu: Long Aotian, you are going to be at the bottom.

Du: After all, you are still young, so it’s normal for you to be at the bottom.

Aotian: This dragon does not want to be the last one! The glory of the ancient sacred dragon clan will be rebuilt!

Several people talked at the same time, and they were in perfect harmony. Aotian was greatly stimulated by the simple provocation. He temporarily suppressed his playful nature and began to practice in seclusion.

Du: Well, the boy is teachable...

Ah Fu: You panda, don't take advantage of your high level of cultivation to act like a parent. I will definitely beat you down!

Xiaoyou: Brother Tiger, Brother Bear, please stop quarreling.

Du: Haha.

The contemptuous smile made Ah Fu so angry that he was immediately furious. Just as he was about to take action, he was hit on the head by the guardian spirit who came over.

Zhu: The exercise session is over, hurry up and practice, otherwise there will be a fight later. Otherwise, you can only hide in the spirit realm and watch the show like that dragon.

Aotian: o(╥﹏╥)o

Disaster: The speed of time flow in the sealed space is different from the world we are in now. Don’t wait for that kid to come out, or you will all become ornamental pets.

Evil: Not a pet, but a mount.

The spirits burst into tears and practiced diligently, not wanting to be the ones who held back.

……

Sealed space.

Sun Yan was lying on the ground in a spread-eagle position, his eyes blank.

Having another third-grade spiritual master practicing both Taoism and martial arts is actually the same as having no one at all. You will still be unable to defeat him.

The only difference is that I, the punching bag, may be a little more durable...

The combat force in this trip is still Lin Xiaoyu, he can only play a supporting role.

Spiritual Grade 6, Level 3, this is Lin Xiaoyu's current cultivation level. She is qualified to compete with Wu head-on, although she is being suppressed and the opponent has not yet used his full strength...

But after all, it's not hopeless.

However, Lin Xiaoyu is a Taoist master and is only responsible for output, so he is the only one who gets beaten.

As the ancestor of warriors, Wu disdains to fight a fragile mage. After all, if she is injured, she will need a long time to recover.

"Master, be gentler...oh oh..."

"Don't scream! This is my first time too... don't move your head!"

"Why don't I do it myself? This place is very important. If I fail to handle it properly, I'll be ruined!"

Sun Yan wanted to cry but had no tears.

Lin Xiaoyu didn't hold back when she struck him. There was such a big cut on the neck. If she made a slight mistake, he wouldn't die, but it would definitely be painful.

"You deserve it. Who told you to use poison?"

Lin Xiaoyu used the power of her soul to control the liquid medicine and cleanse the toxins attached to his wounds.

Sun Yan bared his teeth and said, "No need for poison. I can't be a sandbag forever, right? He hits me every time. It hurts!"

There is nothing wrong with what he said. Lin Xiaoyu knew very well that her apprentice had been in dire straits during this period.

I don't know how long it took, but the wound on his neck healed as before. Before Sun Yan could make a pre-war declaration, Wu came over with a stick to kill him.

This stick was forged by Sun Yan. It will provide some cushioning when hitting the body, so it won't hurt like hell every time.

It can be seen that Wu used it very smoothly, which was consistent with the stereotype in his mind.

Monkeys should play with sticks!

Under Wu's oppression, Sun Yan's Taoist master cultivation had already broken through to the third level.

Now, facing Wu’s unreasonable offensive, he can actually deal with it a bit, and if the opportunity arises, he can even fight back.

Star Armor!

Phantom Step!

Sun Yan was too lazy to engage in a head-on confrontation, so he focused on defense and physical skills, and maneuvered around.

On the other side, Lin Xiaoyu looked helpless, but also cooperated by raising her hand and making hand gestures.

The sound of the great way!

A strange sound of Tao rang out, attacking the spirit and soul.

Wu expressed his annoyance at this.

He only had two words to describe the spiritual Taoist master.

One is fragility, the other is gaudy.

Well, future warriors must be tough. Being strong and resistant to beatings, simple and rough is the way of His martial arts!

Thus, the tone of the warriors was set...

Daoyin made Wu feel upset, so he dropped the stick and slapped Sun Yan with both hands.

"Another time and space storm...field!"

The ripples of spiritual energy spread, but did not disappear, but remained.

The power of time and space is hidden and completely controlled by Sun Yan.

As his cultivation level improved, this Taoist martial arts skill, which was inspired by Xiaobai and Xiaohei and created by himself, was finally further improved.

If you add the pupil area of ​​both eyes, even Wu will need some time to catch him.

Not only that, the power of time and space can also be used in combat, and its power is quite strong.

In the field, a dark crack quietly appeared, and the chaotic and disordered space storm was drawn into this world, sweeping towards the golden-haired monkey.

Wu narrowed his eyes slightly, changed his hand into a palm, and pushed out a huge palm print, intending to offset the space storm.

Even the original immortal spirits will always find it difficult to deal with time and space.

All he could think of was that force could defeat skill.

Use the simplest method to break up the space storm!

Little did they know that Sun Yan had already secretly arranged the Zhu Xian Sword Formation. The moment the palm print appeared, a sharp sword light suddenly appeared.

Wu snorted disdainfully.

He wanted to disperse the sword light with a slap, but was affected by the power of time. Although it was only for a moment, his action was still a beat slower.

But, so what?

Can a mere Zhu Xian Sword Formation defeat me?

The next moment, sword light entered the body, and the vast sword energy burst out in an instant, bringing out a cloud of blood mist.