The Might of the Eight Hundred and Forty-Four Sword Talisman (**Start!)

Above the Extreme Abyss Peak, on the edge of the floating island, Ming Xiu looked down with a sad face. In the distance, you can just see Wen Zhen's figure in the distance.

"Senior brother, what is the use of that talisman you said?"

These days, although he has worshiped his master to the extreme. But I also felt puzzled about the previous situation.

Yue Yu only took out a talisman, and did not explain anything, nor any other spiritual treasures or belongings, but only said that Wen Zhen would hand over the talisman to Na Huan.

But a talisman can make the uncle who is said to be mean and unkind tempted?

"It's supposed to be a treasure, but I can't see it. ”

Mingdao was a little irritable, and he didn't believe what he said. Only his eyes looked down coldly, revealing a little sadness.

Although the monk who chose the Ying Hall did not dare to come to this floating island after all. Today's events have nothing to do with the two of them. But in the end, it is inevitable that the rabbit will die and the fox will be sad.

Ming Xiu's eyes were also full of indignation, and he slammed his palm with his right hand and said: "Actually, if you want me to say, master, why should he endure it anymore? With his old mana's magical power, he went directly to the door and beat Na Lianhai to the ground." In this Water Cloud Sect, who would dare to bully us again?"

Ming Dao shook his head slightly when he heard this, but he just rolled his eyes, and said helplessly: "How can it be so simple? Since Lian Hai dares to do this, how can he not take precautions? Fighting swords in private is a violation of the door rules after all, and it is easy to be caught by someone in the wrong place." And don't forget, he also has more than a dozen senior brothers, most of whom are Heavenly Immortal cultivators. The teacher is extremely real, and it is a jade fairyland. No matter how strong the master is, there is only one person, and his two fists are no match for four hands-"

"Then there is no way but to watch that guy bully us at the Extreme Abyss Peak?"

Ming Xiu held his breath in his heart, but he had nowhere to vent. He pulled out his sword and sliced a mountain rock beside him into pieces.

At this time, Ming Dao's pupils constricted, and he saw the foot of the mountain. and a boy in his forties, wiping his throat with a sword. The skull was rushed up by the blood, and when it landed, the eyes were not closed, but extremely empty, staring at the sky above the Extreme Abyss Peak.

Looking at the dead eyes, Ming Dao only felt that his chest was pierced by a sharp spear, and the stinging pain was incomparable.

There was also a hint of despair in his heart, could he just watch this extreme abyss peak fall apart?

Now he can only hope that the talisman that Jizhen took can really be useful.

After a long time, it should have arrived-

Thinking of this, Ming Dao looked far away and looked to the south. Three thousand miles away from here, to the south of the Shuiyun Mountain Range, that place is 970,000 zhang high, almost close to the peak of the first layer of the Emperor Huang Zengtian on the thirty-third day. It is the place where the real people are cultivating, one of the three highest peaks of Shuiyun Mountain.

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"Extreme Yuan Feng Wenzhen, on the orders of Yuan Ming, want to see me?

Almost at the same time, in a luxurious cave mansion halfway up the mountain of Lianxia Peak, Juan Wei looked at the disciple who came to report the matter with a stunned face.

"I heard that in the past few months, there has been some conflict with Yuanming. This guy is smart, and he knows that Wen Zhen has a good relationship with you, so he will follow your path. But he doesn't usually work hard, so what's the use of coming to me at this time?"

Twenty feet in front of him, he was a young man with a face that had just reached twenty, gentle and elegant. At this time, when he heard this, he was embarrassed. Immediately, he bowed deeply and said, "Since the teacher doesn't want to see him, then I'll go and talk back——"

He was about to bow his head, but at this time he hesitated slightly. At the same time as I gave birth to the idea of pushing, I felt that my brain was restless.

"Could it be that this is the case, and what other calamity is lurking?"

Sorrowful frowned, his heart had already changed his mind, and he was a little puzzled and curious. After thinking about it for a moment, he shook his head and said, "Forget it, you can call him over." These days, seeing that you are cultivating fast, and you are the head of the three generations of Zhufeng disciples, you finally don't embarrass me. I'll give you a thin noodle today—"

The carefree young man was immediately overjoyed, and after a deep bow, he had already fled to the outside of the house.

Then, after only three breaths, he was already leading a square-faced monk in.

The voice of the sorrow did not move, but he divided his mind and observed carefully. It was only a moment of disappointment.

Although this article is really expectant, it is more of a sense of apprehension. His expression was panicked and pale. Obviously, he is not sure, so he can move himself. In other words, it means that this person has no chips in his hand to make him happy.

The expectation in his heart suddenly receded by most of the time, completely cold, and his face became more and more expressionless.

Wen Zhen didn't realize it, and after walking into this room, he immediately bowed down, held a talisman in front of him and said: "Wen Zhen has seen the second time that the disciple of the master and uncle came, and it was on the order of my uncle to send this talisman to the hands of the master and uncle."

He was also noncommittal, his expression was faint, and he glanced at Wen Zhen's hand. When he saw the golden Dao rune, the disappointment in his eyes became even stronger.

He recognized that the thing Wen Zhen was holding in his hand was a sword talisman. It is no different from that ordinary talisman, there is nothing particularly noteworthy, and it is not the priceless talisman treasure. The time of production, not more than one day——

Sighing secretly, he was bored and sent out a mana to capture the talisman.

However, the moment that pale blue true qi touched this sword talisman. The sorrow was already a slight change in his complexion, and his eyes were bright.

In front of him, there was also a sudden change. Just as Wen Zhen was stunned, the golden Dao talisman was actually soaring, suspended three feet above the ground, emitting a vast blue light. A sword intent that seemed to be soft, as if it was the most rigid, ever-changing sword intent, overflowed from the talisman and ran through the room.

The carefree man next to him looked dazed, and almost immediately, he took out a round shield and held it in front of him.

But by the aftermath of that sword qi, it directly rushed away. The whole person was impacted by a huge force, blasting through the cave wall and the spirit array. In the blink of an eye, he passed through several layers of stone walls and disappeared. The other Taoist children in this room are also the same. It's just that the situation is even more embarrassing, and a few of those who are weaker in cultivation are directly bleeding from their mouths.

And within that golden Dao talisman, the first aqua blue sword qi had just been stabbed out.

——This thousand zhang square circle, the clouds are shrouded in a moment. Everything in the room, whether it is high or low, whether it is valuable, is turned into powder under the water vapor twisting

Only Wen Zhen, who was half-kneeling on the ground, was still safe and sound.

"Water Cloud Sword"

A shocked exclamation, the worry is that I can't take care of those things that have been destroyed. Twelve blue rings flew out of the sleeve. Hovering around the body. A huge bell rose above his head, holding him firmly.

took out another mouthful of blue immortal soldiers, and the same sword slashed out, and the sword talisman in front of him was exchanged head-on.

It was just that the next moment, the oncoming water blue sword qi drew a subtle arc, which was easily avoided and hidden into the cloud qi.

Then within the sword rune, dozens of water-colored sword rays followed, slashing out one after another. Almost every one of them can make the water mist in the room thicker by a few minutes. Countless Bingling filled it.

With a gloomy face, he tried his best to deal with it calmly. The sword in front of him also drew a mysterious trajectory, and the sword path and the golden sword talisman were the same.

At the beginning, the dozens of swords could barely hold on. But gradually, there was a clanging, piercing and sharp sound around his body.

Wen Zhen stood under the sword talisman, but his eyes were full of confusion.

It's just that he can still barely identify through the clouds and mist, it is also the Shui Yun Sword, which is used in the hands of Shui Wei, and the sword talisman above his head is completely different from the clouds and mud, the abyss.

——The immortal soldier who was worried was obviously like flowing water, extremely beautiful, and mixed with countless profound truths that he couldn't understand. But once compared to the water cloud sword that erupted from this golden sword rune, it was unsightly.

The roar of the sword qi gradually turned from weak to strong. Wen Zhen only felt that there were bursts of qi and blood surging in his chest, and he could barely control it. Within his ears, a trace of blood gradually overflowed.

Just when he thought he was about to lose his support. Inside the sword talisman above his head, another layer of aqua blue light was born, blocking most of the sounds.

And the next moment, the twelve rings were already letting out a wail one after another, and they were actually cut off one by one.

The worried look was even more ugly, and after losing the ring protection, he almost tried his best to urge the sword in his hand. But the sword light and cloud qi that had always shrouded the twelve zhang in front of him were oppressed and shrunk little by little, and in just ten breaths, only two zhang square circles remained.

The huge blue bell above his head also made a continuous sound of bells, which was extremely loud.

It's just that every time, the worried face is a little paler. A glimmer of blood flowed from the corner of his lips.

Eventually, the bell slammed and was shaken.

The clouds were pervasive, and gradually thickened. Wen Zhen couldn't see the anxious figure clearly, and he didn't even know what the golden talisman on his head was like now.

But he didn't dare to move lightly, so he could only turn pale and half-kneel in place. I knew that at this moment, I would be torn to shreds if I left here even a little.

And although he was extremely curious in his heart, he could only listen quietly, the sword and the roar of the drumming.

It seemed like a whole century had passed, and it seemed like only a moment. The sound finally stopped, and the clouds gradually dissipated. The golden Dao talisman also seemed to have exhausted all its strength, and it fell back into his hand.

Wen Zhen couldn't help but look up, but he saw that the sorrow was like ashes, and he stood in place a little distracted.

But the cave walls behind him were penetrated into nearly a hundred caves. It seems to be piercing with an extremely condensed sword qi, which is only the size of a finger, but it is faint, and it can be seen that there is light coming from there.