Qingyang Daoist urged the retreat, and at the same time raised his right hand, his wrist was covered with a dark green iron ring, and a spiritual light flashed on it.

The threads of mist near the silver figure in the distance seemed to have received some kind of command, converging inward, densely packed, trying to condense the strange figure into a cocoon.

The silver figure snorted coldly, and a thick gray whirlwind erupted from its body, accompanied by incomparably cold fluctuations, and the white silk thread seemed to hit a strong air current, and was directly blown away.

At this time, the Qingyang Dao people finally saw the appearance of the silver figure clearly, with silver scales all over the body, and meat wings several feet long, which were extremely thick, equivalent to the Yin and Cold Power of the Great Monk level.

His face became extremely ugly: "The Corpse King of the Middle Stygian Mountain, the Silver-winged Yaksha!"

The monster, known as the Silver-winged Yaksha, ignored the Qingyang Dao people, and it stretched out its claw-like palm, and two crystal clear stones floated upward.

"Don't think!"

The Qingyang Dao man's hand flickered, and a dark cyan aura erupted from the mouth of the mixed yuan gourd, which submerged into the iron ring at the wrist.

On the white silk thread that was blown away in the distance, a layer of pale green light suddenly appeared, and it directly turned into pale green sword qi.

Silver-winged Yaksha was startled, feeling the breath above, his face showed a solemn color, and the fleshy wings behind him closed one by one, wrapping the body, and a layer of gray whirlwind appeared outside the body.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

It was as if the roar of the cannon battle sounded one after another, and these sword qi attached to the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi bombarded the scales outside the flesh wings like a storm.

The incomparably cold corpse qi collided with these dense sword qi, and waves of invisible qi surged in all directions, and the two crystalline stones gushing out of the cracks in the ground were blasted out by these fierce qi waves.

At this time, the Qingyang Daoist came dozens of zhang away, coincidentally, these two top-grade spirit stones flew towards his position, he was stunned for a moment, and then showed joy, flicked his sleeves, and put away these two treasures.

"Roar!"

An angry roar rang out, and the fleshy wings of the Silverwinged Yaksha opened violently, and dozens of gray wind blades flew out, crushing the remaining sword qi around them.

Then the monster turned into a breeze and disappeared in its place.

Qingyang Daoren's face changed, the bracelet on his wrist trembled slightly, and the white silk threads around him converged and weaved into a white network to protect his body.

Then he threw out the dark green iron ring in his hand and landed on the mouth of the mixed yuan gourd, and the mana in his body surged, and the entire gourd glowed with a dark cyan aura.

As soon as he finished doing all this, a silver figure appeared not far behind him, and dozens of extremely cold gray wind blades shot out.

The Qingyang Dao people seemed to have expected it, and as soon as he turned his method, a large number of white silk threads nearby instantly turned into cyan sword qi and faced the enemy.

At this time, the cyan sword qi seemed to be much more powerful than before, condensing more heaven and earth vitality, and the gray wind blade was not an opponent at all.

Silverwinged Yaksha snorted coldly, a hint of golden luster bloomed in his eyes, and the surrounding scene became blurred, as if the gray wind blade had never appeared, and the cyan sword qi lost its opponent and stayed where it was.

Qingyang Dao people's eyes narrowed, and the power of divine consciousness poured into the mixed yuan gourd, a wave of nourishing all things, and the endless power of will spread in all directions, and those vague illusions were shattered like mirrors as if they had encountered natural enemies.

More mist threads gathered inward, and within its close range, there was a dense circle of sword qi glowing with a cyan halo.

After arranging these measures, Qingyang Dao secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, if it weren't for the help of the Mixed Yuan Gourd and the Void Breaking Array, he wouldn't dare to fight such a terrifying monster easily.

This silver-winged yaksha is one of the corpse kings of the Stygian Mountain in the Great Zhou Dynasty, a mutated tenth-level silver-armored corpse.

Its physical body is transformed from the corpse of a wind spirit root monk, and it is born to be able to cast various wind attribute supernatural powers, I don't know if it has devoured a special primordial infant, and after entering the tenth level, this monster awakened the magic of the phantom pupil.

The erratic wind escape technique, the unguardable illusion, this silver-winged yaksha is fierce and powerful in the Great Zhou, killing a lot of Yuan Infant monks, and even the great monk died at his hands.

Qingyang Daoist took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Silver-winged Yaksha, the old man advises you to leave quickly, even if it is the Middle Stygian Mountain, if you offend this sect, there will be no good results!"

The figure of the silver-winged yaksha appeared ten zhang away, and a low and hoarse voice came from his mouth:

"What's the matter if Gu Deming comes to the Middle Immortal Mountain, a few of our corpse kings also want to know how much strength the Divine Transformation Stage cultivators can exert in an environment without the vitality of heaven and earth. ”

It looked at the nearly 100 cyan sword qi in front of it, and said lightly:

"Qingyang Lao Dao, you rely on the spirit treasure and this strange magic circle, this king can't help you, but the other Yuan Infant monks of Taixuanzong don't have this ability, and they will hand over the best spirit stones if they know each other, otherwise this king will slaughter these people. ”

Qingyang Daoren's face changed slightly, and he was just about to say something, when a miserable cry suddenly came from the place.

Qingyang Daoist and Silver-winged Yaksha looked stunned, and couldn't help but forget the past.

I saw a battlefield in the distance, and at some point a monster with silver scales and bone spurs on its joints appeared, exuding a thick cold power and corpse qi, and its sharp claws were being taken out of the back of the head of a Yuanying monk of Taixuanzong.

The primordial infant in this body seemed to want to fly out, but it seemed to be hindered by an invisible force, and let out a desperate cry.

"Senior brother save my ......"

Then, the primordial infant was grabbed by the monster's other claw, and the gray cold power wrapped it in and threw it into the mouth full of fangs.

The silver monster rushed towards another mid-primordial monk, and strangely, when the white silk threads around it were about to hinder it, they automatically collapsed, as if an invisible force was destroying it.

The two loose cultivators who had been besieged were ecstatic when they saw this scene, urging them to escape and take the opportunity to flee into the distance.

......

"Rank 9 Silver Armor Corpse!"

Silver-winged Yaksha was slightly stunned, no wonder after he came to Chixia Mountain, he sensed a rather cordial aura, it turned out that there was also a ninth-level silver armor corpse hidden here, the breath was not like the zombie in the Middle Stygian Mountain, it seemed to be a wild one.

When the Qingyang Dao people on the side saw this scene, they said angrily: "The Middle Stygian Mountain is actually prepared! Silver-winged Yaksha, is it really the old man who can't help you?"

As he spoke, he bit the tip of his tongue, stimulating a ball of essence blood, and a large amount of Yuan Infant power surged out, and the mixed Yuan gourd shone brightly, and the idea of transforming the gods that all things nourished condensed into a small sword and shot out.

Silverwinged Yaksha's face changed, and this sword of thought hit his body almost instantly, and a large amount of blood surged out of his empty eyes, and a bloodthirsty thought emerged from his body to compete with it.

The Qingyang Daoist continued to cast spells, and the pale cyan sword qi around him was mixed with the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, all of which poured into the Mixed Yuan Gourd.

Immediately after, a cyan short sword engraved with mystical runes flew out of the gourd's mouth, and layers of pale cyan halos poured out from the surrounding aura and converged towards it.

The strong halo of heaven and earth vitality was like a dazzling tail flame, and the power of this vitality sword was three points better than before, and the astonishing coercion made all the immortal cultivators in Chixia Mountain feel palpitations.

The scales of Silverwinged Yaksha's whole body stood up, and he smelled a breath of death, and he said it powerfully, but if he was really hit by the sword qi inspired by this Transformation God True Yuan, he would be severely injured if he didn't die.

His face showed a hideous color, and with a trace of bloodthirsty intent in the corpse pill, he forcibly resisted this group of god-turning thoughts, and the cold power in his body tumbled, turned into a fresh wind, and disappeared in place.

Who knew that this incomparably condensed sword qi seemed to sense something, and its speed increased dramatically, and it actually turned a corner and bombarded a blank space.

"Boom!"

The terrifying power of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi soared into the sky, and a cyan halo like the sun shrouded the staggering figure of the Silver-Winged Yaksha, and countless sword qi roared from inside, surging in all directions.

The Qingyang Daoist kept moving, and the law kept hitting into the mixed yuan gourd, this cyan gourd trembled slightly, and shot out two more cyan sword qi.

Although they did not turn into short swords, the power contained in them was still terrifying, and with a strong halo of heaven and earth vitality, they continued to blast towards the silver-winged yaksha.

Qingyang Daoren's face was pale, and he suddenly used several great magical powers of the mixed yuan gourd, Rao is cultivation is profound, and he also felt weak for a while, but if he can kill this famous silver-winged yaksha, it will be completely worth it.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt a terrifying squeezing force surging in the air around him, and the remaining white silk threads around his body were instantly squeezed into nothingness, and even his protective aura flickered wildly.

Behind the Qingyang Daoist, at some point, a burly figure wrapped in a silver streamer appeared.

"Someone ambushed ......"

Before he could react, the burly figure swung out his right hand to grab it, with several silver cone-shaped vortices on it, and blasted towards its head at an astonishing speed.

"No!" Qingyang Daoist showed a look of horror, he had just burst out of mana, and in such a short period of time, there was no time to do anything.

"Boom!"

The claws that exuded terrifying penetrating power directly shattered his protective aura, and the frightened head of the Qingyang Daoist shattered like a watermelon......