It is one of the foundations of the Jiuzhen Immortal Hall establishing itself on the mountain. It is an ancestral magical power of "the rope of the sky to bind ghosts and gods" and is also known as "sword-catching". Yunmiao's preacher, the ascension-level ancestor, was able to be famous in the Middle Earth. This technique has made great contributions and has once caused many rebellious sword immortals to suffer.

When the flying sword is completely hovering, or when the other party sees the opportunity is not good, Yunmiao will let this bold sword cultivator experience the feeling of being arrested and then refining the soul and breaking the sword heart.

Yunmiao always felt that the dozens of blue-clothed guests behind him would be in the way, so a Yin God wearing a military military armor left his body and traveled far away, took away the white jade Ganoderma lucidum, turned around, Yin God held the Ganoderma lucidum, pointed gently towards the river surface, and the river water was surging under his feet, and a magnificent vision of a dragon drawing water appeared. The white jade Ganoderma lucidum followed by a green trace. The Yin God in the Clouds, wearing golden armor, then used Ganoderma lucidum to point at the greens. For a moment, the sky and the earth were dark and dark clouds were covered with dark clouds. With the Yin God in the Clouds as the center, the Yuanyangzhu became as day as the night within a radius of more than ten miles.

On the surface of the river, it was like a ghost soldier passing by. A cavalry gathered with heroes and ghosts appeared. They were all condensed by water, wearing green armor, and walked downstream with waves. The evil spirits were rippling and the momentum was like thunder.

Although it is an army of Yin soldiers with strong water transportation, its atmosphere is not dirty. After all, Jiuzhen Immortal Hall is a long-standing immortal sect, not those evil demons and heretics who have no taboos.

The three fire dragons had all shattered the last layer of mountain and water formation left in the treasure mirror, but Yunmiao no longer held the realm with one hand, but with both hands in his arms, he seemed very calm and composed, as if he was sure that the flying sword was at the end of his strength and could not break the ban on the immortal weapon that could not break the mountain-stricken treasure of the Jiuzhen Immortal Hall.

The fairy in white wears a high crown on her head, with flying temples and a clear and unique Taoist spirit.

Just talking about appearance is indeed excellent.

No wonder the Qi training men in Jiuzhen Immortal Hall were praised as the quiet people in the mountains by many mountain and water residences. Since the Jiuzhen Immortal Hall planted many ancient plums and many orchids in the mountains, male Qi training men are often called plum fairies, and women are called orchid masters.

Chen Ping'an glanced at the ghost soldiers on the river surface.

The Yin God travels far away and is a little envious.

Chen Ping'an said silently in his heart, "The flowers bloom again."

Eighty-one blue-soldier guests, each of whom was divided into three.

Using a big river as the battlefield, the two armies faced each other, but there were some disparity in the forces between the two sides.

On the shore of Yuanyangzhu, not far from the blue-shirted sword immortal, three great monks on the mountain stood side by side, including Liuxiazhou immortal Qinzao.

To be honest, the other party showed up here, and the three of them were very surprised. Qin Zao took the lead and chose to stay away from the man more than ten feet away.

Qin Zao looked at the elusive blue-shirted sword immortal, and smiled with the two friends around him in his heart, "This fight makes Yunmiao feel so painful."

He nodded strictly and said, "This talisman is precious and it will hurt. If you fight in ordinary times, even if you encounter an immortal in the same realm, Yunmiao will not sacrifice this talisman."

It was a big talisman on the mountain that was worshipped by the ancestor hall of Jiuzhen Immortal Hall for many years, called the Zizhi Bailuan Exit Talisman.

It is said that the ancestor of the Immortal Hall entered the Ascension Realm. When he left the pass, a Taoist ancestor of the Immortal lineage climbed a mountain to celebrate the ceremony in his early years. After the Ascension Master died, the Taoist talisman was passed down.

Qin Zao asked: "Fellow Daoist Tianni, have you ever seen the cultivation of this sword immortal?"

The old monk, who was called Tian Ni, shook his head, "I can't tell, but his body is so tough that it is really difficult to deal with."

If a monk on the mountain fights with a sword cultivator or a pure martial artist, he mostly relies on endless magic and means to accumulate advantages little by little by little by little by little.

Attack magic weapons, defense magical powers, hidden means, and mysterious escape methods are indispensable.

Chen Ping'an turned his head and looked at the three people, and smiled and said, "The show is good?"

Qin Zao smiled slightly, just pretending that he didn't hear it.

As a sword immortal, he has a bad temper, just ignore it.

Otherwise, Qin Zao would still take action? Two immortals fight one sword immortal? Even if they win, they will have a bad reputation when they spread. If they lose, they will be ruined by their heroic reputation.

Yan nodded and greeted the sword fairy.

It would not be a bad relationship with such a sword immortal who was confused about his unclear relationship.

The true body of the blue-shirted sword immortal was still standing there, raising his hands, stacking them in front of him, gently tapping the palm of his hand, and his expression seemed very casual.

Yun Miao was about to show his Dharma image again, so he couldn't let the blue-shirted sword immortal rely on a flying sword and a little strange clone to be able to compete with an immortal's Taoist Dharma, just like an outsider watching it.

Yun Miao's heartstrings tense in an instant, and he quickly stepped on the Gang Step.

Another treasure of the natal object was sacrificed, which was a divine jade book from the Jiuzhen Immortal Museum.

Stepping on the seven stars, the gods and flying immortals came to Yujing together. The jade book of Shenxiao, the clouds rise to the scenery, and live in Zigong forever.

At the river at Yunmiao's feet, a purple air appeared, and a white and bright immortal book appeared, so that the entire river surface of more than a hundred feet nearby fell instantly and rushed to both sides of the river bank.

In an instant, the true body of Yunmao was able to enter a mysterious "water and cloud body" state.

A silent flying sword passed through Yun Miao's neck.

This strange green flying sword only dragged out a little green sword light from the neck of the "Shuiyun Body" of Yuntou, and then disappeared again.

In Yunmiao's eyes, at the mouth of his heart, a key acupoint, a faint green flying sword was unsteadily flowing through. Soon, countless sword energy and fireflies had completely entangled a fairy Yunshui body.

Yunmiao still dared not take out the "colored rope" without authorization.

Because the first flying sword seemed to have been hiding its shortcomings before, it was pulled by the sword immortal's intention, and a sudden burst of energy suddenly increased, and it actually broke the last formation directly.

Flying sword hits the mirror.

First, there was a ting dong sound, and it resounded across the two sides of the Taiwan Strait.

Then there was the sound of a nail slowly slashing the bluestone slab, which made the scalp a little instinctively troublesome.

Yunmiao raised his hand and held the mirror in vain.

The flying sword hit, and it was extremely powerful and powerful, so that Yunmiao's mirror slid directly back several feet on the water surface.

Yun Miao sneered in his heart. The next time the flying sword hit the mirror, there were ripples of water on the mirror, and the flying sword was instantly imprisoned in the mirror water on the mirror.

Yunmiao finally sacrificed the five-colored rope, like an ancient vine tangled into a tree, and tied up the flying sword.

Qi training men in the world have worked hard and tried their best to restrain sword cultivators.

Even Yu Xuan, even when he was young, he had to carefully refine hundreds of sword talismans to defend himself before he was willing to go out.

On the side of Yuanyangzhu Island, Chen Ping'an's figure suddenly disappeared.

The two immortals and one Yu Pu suddenly felt the pressure. Tian Ni, who was worshipped by the royal family of the Daduan Dynasty, couldn't help but sigh: "I always feel that I will be inexplicably hit by a sword. It's really uncomfortable."

Qin Zao looked at the battlefield and watched the fun without much trouble. He was a little gloating. "Yunmiao has used even the Yunshui Body. Should it be the turn of the Water Essence Realm next?"

Strictly said: "That's all you can make a mortal hatred and you will completely break up."

Tian Ni nodded and said, "I heard that the Qi training men in the Jiuzhen Immortal Hall are not very sensible."

Yan Ji smiled and asked, "Who did you listen to?"

Tian Ni smiled and said, "Aliang."

Yan's face was gloomy.

Tian Ni suddenly said, "It seems that there is a senior on the other side of Aotou Mountain who has a close relationship with Yunmiao's mentor?"

Qin Zao smiled and said, "It won't be so big."

He was a great monk in the Ascension Realm who didn't like going down the mountain. He was named Nan Guangzhao and the Taoist name was Tianqu.

On the mountain, friends in the Ascension Realm are often the Ascension Realm.

Nan Guangzhao and the Ascension Ancestor in the Jiuzhen Immortal Museum are the best friends.

After all, he is in the realm of the Confucian Temple, and a great monk from Ascension Realm is already full of rules and will not take action easily.

Moreover, this Zhongdi Ascension Realm missed the previous battle. It is said that he happened to be in seclusion and had only been out of seclusion for two or three years. Therefore, this time, the Confucian Temple was not invited by the Confucian Temple, just like the immortal Qinzao. However, he was not invited, and Nan Guangzhao still quietly took a ferry and was extremely hidden along the way. He came here early and lived in seclusion after his stay. However, he watched Fu Wu play chess with his familiar old friends. From beginning to end, Nan Guangzhao did not attend the banquet of Lady Qingshen Mountain and the Flower Lord of the Blessed Land of Hundred Flowers. It is unknown whether the old god refused privately.

Chen Ping'an "appeared" on a green shirt guest on the river, laughing and saying that the words "flower falls", the blue shirts that were originally colliding with the ghost soldiers.

He wore a blue shirt, stepped on the water surface, opened the boxing stance, handed out a punch, opened the way with an iron cavalry chiseling formation, and asked the boxing immortal.

The golden armored Yin God at the Immortal Clouds, holding the white jade Ganoderma lucidum and smashed heavily at the... martial artist.

Chen Ping'an tilted his toes and twisted his body, avoiding the golden-armored Yin Shen. The white jade Ganoderma lucidum on the riverside was smashed by the white jade Ganoderma lucidum, as if a "well" hundreds of feet deep was blown out on the riverbed, and a whirlpool suddenly appeared on the water surface.

Yunmiao's expression was solemn. As Qin Zao expected, he did not want the Qingshi Sword Immortal, who suddenly became a pure martial artist, to be close to him, and had to use a magical power at the bottom of the box.

A small world in the realm of water essence appeared.

After punching in a blue shirt, he was like a mud cow entering the sea, and there was no body on the surface of the river.

Yun Miao breathed a sigh of relief and was about to continue to deal with the snow-white flying sword bound by the colorful rope. By catching the sword and refining the sword, he could use the secret technique of the mountain gate to harshly refine the soul of the sword immortal, which would inevitably hurt the other party's great way.

I never thought that the small world that just formed was like a glass of glass shattered.

Yunmiao's heart was shocked, and he only knew that a water essence realm was broken by the sword energy and a thunder magic.

But Yun Miao couldn't figure it out. Both flying swords were outside the realm of water essence. Could this sword cultivator have a third flying sword?

A blue shirt hung high in the sky, holding the magic seal with his hands, the five thunders are profound, the Taoist meaning is endless, and it is vast and upright.

Yunmao's eyelids trembled slightly.

This guy has become a Taoist sect again? He isn't he a noble man Huang Zi from the Tianshi Mansion of Longhu Mountain, right?

Yunmiao's face turned ashen, and there was a Glazed Fairy Pavilion with a manifestation of the Great Dao hovered in the palm of his hand. He held his hand away and quickly gathered the remaining Taoist rhyme of the broken water essence realm. Fortunately, it did not hurt the root of this treasure of the natal treasure.

A thunder magic in the sky hit the sky, and the colorful light columns were as big as mountains.

Yunmiao's fingers were closed together, and he raised his fingers gently, and the treasure mirror was placed horizontally, hanging above his head.

A treasure mirror is like the moon silences.

The one in heaven holds the seal in his hand, and the thunder continues to fall on the earth like rain.

The immortal's treasure mirror shines brightly, and the golden-armored Yin Shen who is traveling from his body has returned to his true body. The clouds gently waved the white jade Ganoderma lucidum, driving the green dragons formed by the river to rush to the high altitude. A river was filled with strange phenomena of the green dragon coming out of the water, rising from the ground and flying away, comparing the fallen thunder technique to condense the amount of spiritual energy and the level of Taoism.

The flying sword that was locked by the treasure mirror and the five-colored rope was also shaken by the flying sword and the thunder method, and began to show signs of loosening. Yunmiao could only temporarily trap the flying sword and no longer had the chance to refine and hurt the sword cultivator's mind.

As for the green and faint difficult-to-tease flying sword, he worked tirelessly, running around from east to west, dragging countless sword lights, and poking a white-clothed immortal into a green man.
To be continued...