Mingguang has always looked down on Wu Mozi, but the little Jin Xian is arrogant and has no one in his eyes. But because someone has a good teacher, even he is not easy to offend. Although the people who intercept the sect are not very good-tempered, they are extremely united, and offending one will attract a group, and the Tongtian Sect Master is an extremely protective person. His dojo is also above the East China Sea, and he has the protection of the Tongtian Sect Master, so the disciples of the Interception Sect will naturally not be offended if they can deal with it.

When Mingguang was about to take down Wangshu in one fell swoop, he was suddenly attracted by the layers of fog behind Wangshu. The quasi-saint's divine sense was so keen, and with just a glance, he could see that the fog behind him was a large array, a large array to protect the island. He hadn't noticed it before, thinking it was an ordinary fog. Then there is only one possibility, this island protection array is extraordinary, and this island has not yet been born. The unborn Immortal Island is still of a very high level, and the creation on it is bound to be extraordinary.

The two of them appeared here, combined with what Wu Mozi said before, it must be that this fairy has been greatly cultivated on the island. This treasure can't be said to be an innate spiritual treasure. Innate spirit treasures are rare, but the immortal island above the East China Sea is not without precedent.

Innate spirit treasure, entrust three corpses. Thinking that he is a quasi-saint with great power, he is also a guest in Zixiao Palace, because of the lack of innate spirit treasures, he has not beheaded the second corpse. Now, there's an opportunity.

"I also hope that the great immortal will be clear, and the little immortal has not insulted the saint. The name of the saint is respected by all beings in heaven and earth, how dare the little immortal speak disrespectfully. Wangshu pretended to be calm, but his heart was anxious.

Mingguang Daxian laughed: "Poor Dao naturally believes in Daoyou, but Poor Dao was not present at that time, and it is not easy to decide, it is better for Daoyou to go to Biyou Palace with Poor Dao, if there is a grievance, Poor Dao will naturally protect the safety of Daoyou." ”

Wu Mozi heard Mingguang Daxian's words, and smiled proudly: "What Daxian said is that Daoyou should go to Biyou Palace with me, and everything is decided by my master." ”

Wang Shu had long noticed the glow in the eyes of the Mingguang Immortal, but he was afraid that he was also worried about his treasures. Innate Spirit Treasure, in the entire flood wilderness, except for those few, who would not be tempted.

If she really went to Biyou Palace, there might be a glimmer of life, but how could they take her to Biyou Palace.

Wangshu said: "Poor Dao still has something to do, I'm afraid I can't go to Biyou Palace." ”

"Fellow Daoist, Poor Dao advises you to go with Poor Dao." Mingguang Daxian's face sank.

Wangshu's face was also not good-looking, but he still said stiffly: "Shangxian is planning to suppress people with power?" ”

Although she is a woman, she is also proud. Begging for mercy, she won't.

Mingguang Daxian sneered: "Good articulate, wait for the poor road to capture you, see if you dare to do this." ”

Mingguang didn't want to waste his lips and tongue like this for a long time, he wanted to get the treasure to see if it was an innate thing, and even more to see the creation on the immortal island, so as not to have too many dreams at night.

The bright light was full of momentum, and the quasi-saint pressure headed towards Wangshu.

Wangshu's face changed, this powerful aura should be a quasi-saint. She hurriedly raised the laurel branch and sprinkled the boundless power of the moon to protect herself. At the same time, she used her mana, turning into a streamer and flying away in the fog behind her. The quasi-saint power is no match for her, and now she can only fight for luck. If she can successfully fly into the fog, there may be a glimmer of life.

"Hmph, I can't help myself." Mingguang saw Wangshu fleeing, his mind moved, and the aura between heaven and earth gathered, turning into a boundless giant hand and grabbing towards Wangshu.

At this moment, looking at the bright light, Wu Mozi's heart rose a little jealousy, the power of the quasi-saint was really extraordinary, and this simple blow made his heart tremble.

Wangshu, who was fleeing, naturally sensed this attack, and looked at the giant hand that was getting closer and closer, Wangshu was ruthless, and his essence blood burned, and his speed was a few points faster.

But after all, it was an attack by a quasi-saint, and Wangshu was not close to the mist, so he was still caught up.

Wangshu couldn't, so he had to turn around and fight back. The fairy light on the laurel tree is full of light, gathering into a bunch, and counterattacking with the power of the supreme moon.

The huge pillar of moonlight hit the giant hand transformed by the bright light, and with a bang, the giant hand transformed by the aura only shook, and Wangshu's attack did not have any effect at all.

This blow not only made Wangshu change color, but also made Wu Mozi change color, I didn't expect the gentle Mingguang to have such strength. Wangshu's blow, even if she couldn't take it with all her strength, but this was a blow that Mingguang couldn't take casually, and the quasi-saint power was really extraordinary.

If Mingguang knew Wu Mozi's thoughts, he would definitely scoff at it. As a saint's disciple, his knowledge is so short-sighted.

In fact, it is not Wu Mozi alone, most of them are like this under the sect. No one is arrogant in their eyes, otherwise how dare they be disrespectful to the saints when they are gods.

Wangshu's blow is ineffective, so he will naturally not be caught. I saw that the laurel tree turned, and the laurel flowers on it suddenly spouted endless Shenhua, and a quiet fragrance spread.

The aroma is getting stronger, and with a "pop", the laurel blossoms bloom, and there seems to be endless moonlight gathering between heaven and earth.

At the moment when the flowers bloomed, the laurel blossoms fell. The white flowers, the single-layer petals, seem to gather all the beauty in the heaven and the earth, and even the bright light has a momentary distraction.

The laurel flower rotates upwards and slowly grows larger, and the petals are filled with streams of moonlight, like silk yarn, light and elegant.

Gorgeous, fantastic trick. But don't think it's just flashy, there is immense power under the beauty. Wu Mozi may not feel it, but Mingguang perceives it.

It's just that at that moment, Mingguang's aura giant hand had already collided with the laurel flower.

A huge explosion sounded, the giant hand and the laurel flower shattered at the same time, and countless seawater was swept into the sky, turning into a waterspout. Much of the fog that had shrouded the place had been dispelled.

Wangshu aimed at the timing and accelerated suddenly.

"It's wishful thinking to escape." Mingguang reached out and grabbed it, and endless suction power was released from his hand.

Wangshu was frozen at once, and then his whole body fell backwards.

Wang Shu was shocked, took out the laurel branch again, picked a laurel flower and threw it towards Mingguang.

"If the laurel body is here, I can't say that it will still allow you to escape, but this branch can't save you."

With a slight touch of Mingguang's other hand, the laurel stopped turning, recovered its body, and slowly fell on Mingguang's hand.

"You little fairy, but you have good luck, and you have never seen the laurel that you have never seen, but you got it." Mingguang looked at the laurel flower in his hand and said.

"Hmph. There's more to what you didn't expect. ”

Wangshu resisted the power of Mingguang, stretched out his palm, and the endless moon-white flames went towards Mingguang. The flame was scorching, like a milky white tide, with wisps of laurel fragrance, rolling in.

Everywhere they passed, the sea condensed and the mist turned into ice. Even the endless suction power of Mingguang was burned by the flames.

"Taiyin True Fire?" Mingguang was startled, and hurriedly summoned the endless sea water to resist.

The sun is really hot, extremely hot, and burns everything tangible. Taiyin true fire, extremely low temperature, freezing and cracking all things in heaven and earth.

Legend has it that the Endless Void also has the True Fire of the Void, which is ethereal and can burn all invisible things. It's just that this fire, like its legend, is ethereal, and few people know whether it exists or not.

The power of the two true fires is incomparable, and it is difficult to control. But since the beginning of the world, there are still the Golden Crow clan who were born from the sun, as well as several great supernatural beings with deep blessings. But the Taiyin True Fire has never been used, and the legend says that the queen is the most likely to master it. After all, the Taiyin True Fire is not like the Sun True Fire that fills the sun, but only exists in the deepest part of the Taiyin Star.

But today, he actually saw someone who could control the Taiyin True Fire, which may really be the first time in the world.

"I really underestimate you, not only with laurel branches, but also with the true fire of Taiyin. Isn't it true that you are the disciple of the Lord of Taiyin? "If it weren't for Wangshu Xiu's cultivation being too low, Mingguang would really think that this was Xiyue.

The true fire in the sky was blocked by a stream of blue water, and the sea on Wangshu's side was full of ice, and the sky and water were still the same color on the Mingguang side.

This was already Wangshu's last trick, but it was still blocked by Mingguang with the simplest seawater. Wangshu's face was sad, could it be that she was going to fall here today?

She didn't believe it, she summoned more Taiyin True Fire. The overwhelming divine fire froze the nearby sea, and the snowflakes in the air were scattered, each with the power of a frozen soul.

Wu Mozi was already stunned at this moment, Taiyin True Fire, such a terrifying Taiyin True Fire, if Wangshu had used this fire at the beginning, he was afraid that he would have fallen long ago.

"It seems that your Taiyin True Fire has not yet been practiced at home." After Mingguang finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and slapped it.

Wangshu was shocked, didn't care about hiding, and took out the Xuanyu Wankong Bell that he had just gotten in his hand.

"Ling'er, Ling'er, if you have a spirit, help me." Wangshu whispered to the Ten Thousand Sky Bell, and then poured the remaining mana into the Ten Thousand Sky Bell.

Xuanyu Wankong Ling received Wangshu's mana, and instantly burst out with endless immortal light and divine brilliance, rendering the entire sea area into a jade-colored world.

"Jingle Bell"

Wankong Bell emitted a bell sound, an ethereal and ethereal sound, as if all the killing thoughts and uneasiness in people's hearts were smoothed out at once, making people seem to have entered an incomparably ethereal state of unity between heaven and man.

"Innate Spirit Treasure." Mingguang exclaimed, he was a quasi-holy, and such a method naturally couldn't confuse him for long. But the black Mozi was addicted to the sound of the bell and couldn't extricate himself.

The Ten Thousand Sky Bell spun in the air, and a powerful Taiyin power condensed.

"Boom" The pillar of light transformed by Taiyin went towards the bright light with the power of annihilating everything.

Xuanyu Wankong Bell has never had a master since it was born. After Wangshu got it, it didn't have time to refine, it was still with its own self-preservation power, and with Wangshu's power, it also exerted its own power.

In the face of such a powerful power of the Innate Spirit Treasure, Mingguang did not dare to be careless. The chest lit up with the light of endless immortals, weaving into a canopy of heaven around it.

Another immortal light lit up in his hand, and as soon as it appeared, it illuminated the surrounding sea, and even the immortal light of the Ten Thousand Sky Bell could not compete with it, and was even fused by it.

The fairy light wrapped around Mingguang's hand, forming a circular light curtain on his hand. Mingguang held this light curtain and went up to the Taiyin fairy light of the Ten Thousand Sky Bell.

Wangshu increased his mana, and the Ten Thousand Sky Bell shook, and an even more powerful force went towards the bright light.

But it was useless, and the powerful power of Taiyin fell on the circular light curtain, like hitting a sponge.

"Hahaha, the divine light of the poor path is not something you can compete with, even if you have an innate spirit treasure." Mingguang's face welled up with a trace of excitement, the innate spirit treasure, he was about to get it.

Seeing this, Wangshu withdrew Wankong Ling's attack, summoned it back, turned around and ran.

"You're looking for death." The treasure suddenly disappeared, making Mingguang angry. The backhand is a palm, and this palm already has the power of the five layers of bright light.

Huge palm prints, everything that passes through is nothing. Wangshu couldn't avoid it, and slapped it alive.

"Poof" Wangshu spurted out a mouthful of milky blood. The blood carried the pure power of Taiyin, and as soon as it fell into the air, it turned into a little moonlight and disappeared.

Wangshu held the Wankong Bell in his hand, and fell from the sky weakly, his black eyes were covered with a layer of water, and his dark hair danced in the sea breeze, with endless poignancy.