"Bang!"
The wind blade struck and rushed in front of Zheng Yi, but seemed to hit a transparent wall.
Suddenly there was a dull sound, and then it exploded into wind blades flying all over the sky and disappeared.
Seeing this, Feng Laomo quickly slapped his storage bag, and several defensive weapons with flashing spiritual light appeared around him, protecting his whole body tightly.
Then he looked at Zheng Yi with a smile on his face.
"Presumably this fellow Taoist is the Emperor of Dayu. I am a poor Taoist, so I am polite."
Zheng Yi looked at the casual cultivator with interest.
He also heard about this person.
According to the investigation by the old Heavenly Master Zhao Xizheng and the Shadow Guard spies he spread throughout the world, this person was born on the coast of the East China Sea and was a casual cultivator.
After practicing for more than a hundred years, he returned from an overseas expedition and for some unknown reason managed to break through to the foundation-building stage.
Later, with the strength of the foundation stage, he unified the cultivation world in the East China Sea area, and it has been more than fifty years since then.
However, this person had already retreated into seclusion more than thirty years ago, and there has been no news about him in the world of cultivation.
I originally thought that he had passed away.
Unexpectedly, he actually ran out now and set foot on his Tianshou Mountain, hoping to seize the spiritual land?
As soon as his mind moved, Zheng Yi said directly: "Old Demon Feng, I don't have time to waste with you."
"Listen to my beloved concubine, today you did not kill anyone in my Tianshou Mountain. I can spare your life."
"Join my Great Yu Immortal Dynasty and become a worshiper of my Great Yu Immortal Dynasty. Today's events can be wiped off. How about that?!"
"Join the Great Yu Immortal Dynasty?"
Feng Laomo rolled his eyes and said immediately: "Of course there is no problem. I have always wanted to find a few colleagues to discuss the truth with, but I have been alone for these decades."
"Now that Fellow Daoist Zheng and Fellow Daoba Tuoba are here, it's too late for me to rejoice. How could I refuse?"
"But... Pindao still has a lot of property and disciples in the East China Sea. How about you let Pindao go out, and after Pindao cleans up the East China Sea, how about he come to Tianshou Mountain to listen to his orders?"
"Let you out? Property and disciples?"
Zheng Yi looked strange and said: "Tianshou Mountain is full of spiritual energy, and there are eleven peaks, twenty-one spiritual rivers, and countless caves and valleys."
"I can allocate a cave for you for Taoist friend Fengyunzi to practice."
"As for disciples, I, Dayu, have outstanding people and are capable of selecting suitable disciples for fellow Taoists."
"After fellow Taoist settles down, I can send a special person to the East China Sea to bring back the family members of fellow Taoist's disciples..."
"You..."
Feng Yunzi twitched the corner of his mouth and said: "I do have urgent matters, and I need to go back to the East China Sea."
"In this way, I swear to heaven here that after resolving the matter in the East China Sea, I will immediately return to Tianshou Mountain and listen to your orders, fellow Taoist~ How about that?"
Zheng Yi still smiled lightly, and Feng Yunzi also looked embarrassed, but he still said: "Fellow Taoist, I have sworn to God. You also know that we monks are the most..."
"Okay."
"What?"
"I said, OK."
Zheng Yi said: "Fellow Taoists can leave Tianshou Mountain and go to the East China Sea."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously!"
Feng Laomo frowned and said hesitantly: "What are the conditions?"
"It's very simple. Leave a trace of your soul behind and condense it into soul fire myself to prove your Taoist friend's thoughts."
"Soul? Soul fire!"
Feng Yunzi frowned, and a cold look flashed in his eyes.
Leave the soul behind and condense the soul fire?
What a joke!
The soul is extremely important to monks, especially those who are golden elixir, Yuan Ying and above.
This is because monks in this realm must use their complete soul power to understand the spiritual energy and rules of heaven and earth, and then go one step further.
But if the soul is damaged, the understanding of the spiritual energy and rules of heaven and earth will inevitably be affected, and it will be difficult to improve one's cultivation.
Therefore, thousands of years ago, many sects only had core disciples or direct disciples, and a trace of their soul power would be taken away and condensed into soul fire.
This method can remotely monitor the safety and location of disciples, and is a means of protecting disciples.
But when the disciple enters the late stage of foundation building or the golden elixir stage, the soul fire will be returned to the soul to ensure that the disciple has a complete soul and then breaks through the realm.
This is the greatest effect of soul fire.
But for monks, it has another effect.
It’s the control monk!
There are demonic sects, or demonic monks, careerists, etc.
It will forcibly extract the power of the monk's soul, condense it into soul fire, and then use special methods to manipulate the soul fire, making the monk obey the operator's words.
It was a method used by demonic sects or some forces to control their disciples and disciples thousands of years ago.
Now Emperor Zhengyong wants to extract the power of his soul and condense it into soul fire, but of course it is not for his safety.
One hundred percent, in order to control himself and then achieve the goal of being invisible!
Of course he wouldn't agree to this!
With a thought, a sharp crescent-shaped blade began to emit clear cyan light.
Feng Laomo said coldly: "It seems that Fellow Daoist Zheng is unwilling to let me leave?"
"Oh? When did I say that? That's just wishful thinking of fellow Feng Daoist."
"Hmph!"
Feng Laomo gritted his teeth and said: "In that case, let me personally monitor the strength of the Emperor of the Great Yu Immortal Dynasty!"
"Drink!"
He shouted loudly, and the green crescent blade in front of him immediately shone brightly. The violent wind gathered in it, and the crescent blade also started to spin crazily.
In an instant, it turned into a huge gust of wind and swept towards Zheng Yi.
Facing the oncoming strong wind, Zheng Yi smiled indifferently and quickly made a seal with one hand.
The strange thing is that his handprints look very strange, shaped like lotus flowers, and look very strange.
Strange fluctuations came along with his spells.
Soon, an illusory white lotus flower appeared in his hand.
In an instant, the air seemed to freeze and time slowed down at this moment.
Zheng Yi was floating on Tianshou Mountain, his eyes closed and his breathing even.
As the magic formula in his hand changed quietly, the void behind him suddenly distorted, and the shadow of a huge lotus slowly emerged.
It is woven from countless tiny rays of light, exuding a faint brilliance, which is both sacred and solemn.
The lotus shadow continues to rotate and gradually condenses into a blazing white flame. This is the legendary holy fire for purifying the world.
Stars flickered in the flame, as if it contained the power of heaven and earth.
It is not like ordinary fire. It burns without any smoke, only a sacred breath that purifies the soul.
Zheng Yi opened his eyes, and a ray of light shot out of his eyes, complementing the holy fire of purifying the world.
He shouted softly, and the flame instantly expanded and turned into a white light wave, spreading in all directions.
The flame immediately burst into flames after contacting the strong wind.
A large number of wind blades were actually ignited by this strange white flame, spreading and burning rapidly.
Seeing the phantom of the white lotus and the white flame that could even burn the wind blade aura, Feng Laomo's pupils shrank suddenly and said in horror: "This, this...the Holy Fire of Purifying the World!"
"White Lotus Sect!"
"You are from the White Lotus Sect!"
"How is it possible!"
Hearing Feng Laomo's exclamation, Zheng Yi said indifferently: "White Lotus Sect? I have already wiped out it. How can I be surprised that I know the White Lotus Sect's magic?" After more than ten years of silent cultivation, in addition to practicing "The Great Five Elements", he In addition to the Sutra of Birth and Death, he also practiced the exercises of the White Lotus Sect.
"White Lotus Sutra"!
Even after getting Bai Cangmu's storage bag, he also obtained the White Lotus Eternal Life Sect's magical power to suppress the religion, the "White Lotus Eternal Life Sutra"!
The two complemented each other, causing Zheng Yi's spiritual thoughts to grow rapidly.
At the same time, after verification by both parties, they also mastered several powerful spells.
The Purifying Holy Fire is one of them!
"Boom!"
The holy fire surged, and the storm unleashed by Feng Laomo was burning at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In other words, the spiritual energy that makes up this storm is being crazily occupied by the Holy Fire of Purification.
Within a few breaths, the crescent blade hidden in the strong wind revealed its true face.
In front of Zheng Yi, black lightning flashed past, turned into a bolt of lightning and passed through the air, and struck the crescent blade almost instantly.
"Dang&!!!"
A crisp vibration sounded, and cyan light and black thunder and lightning flashed crazily in the air, covering almost half of the sky.
"Damn...! Who is this Emperor Zhengyong, and why is his cultivation so strong!"
Feeling the violent vibrations and pressure coming from the surroundings, Feng Laomo's heart was filled with shock and bitterness.
He originally thought that Emperor Zhengyong was just entering the foundation building for the first time. Even with the help of the mountain guarding formation and his subordinates, he was sure to fight him a few times.
Unexpectedly, its strength is so strong!
He could feel a simple fluctuation of mana that was several times stronger than his own!
If he continues to fight, he will be no match at all!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a hint of shrinking in his heart.
His life is short, and he is now over 160 years old. He still wants to live a few more years to pave the way for more descendants of his family.
Otherwise, he would not have come out of meditation and taken such a big risk to come to Tianshou Mountain in the capital city of Yu to fight for Tianshou Mountain, the holy land of cultivation!
Now it seems that it can only be...
"Crack...!"
At this moment, he suddenly heard a crisp noise.
At the same time, there was a sharp pain in the divine mind.
That was... the Wind God Blade that was connected to his soul!
This Wind God Blade is a magical weapon that he has nourished for hundreds of years. How come it so quickly...
"Ka, ka ka ka...!"
Before he could react, the Wind God Blade that had been entangled and colliding with the Thunder Fire Sword once again heard a crisp shattering sound, causing his whole body to shake violently again, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"S-stop!"
"Emperor Zhengyong, I would like to join the Great Yu Immortal Dynasty, please stop!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Thunder Fire Sword, which was still entangled with the Wind God Blade and kept attacking, suddenly stopped.
The Fengshen Blade, which had a lot of cracks all over its body, whizzed back and was caught by Feng Laomo. His eyes were full of heartache and he kept stroking it.
Zheng Yi floated over slowly and looked at Feng Yunzi indifferently.
"Dedicate the power of your soul to worship our Great Yu Immortal Dynasty."
"Otherwise, fellow Taoist Fengyunzi, you will not be able to get out of Tianshou Mountain."
"Alas..."
Feng Yunzi let out a long sigh, looked helplessly at the surrounding environment, gritted his teeth and said: "Damn it, Taoist Tieguan...does a lot of harm to people!"
Seeing Zheng Yi continue to approach, he could only smile bitterly and let down his guard.
Emperor Zhengyong wanted to kill him, but it didn't take much effort at all.
Now he is just like the fish on the chopping board, with no choice at all.
With no choice but to speak, he could only say: "Emperor Dayu... I am willing to dedicate the power of my soul."
As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his right hand and made a quick seal, then turned his fingers into swords and placed them firmly between his eyebrows.
"Ah...!"
A muffled scream came from his mouth.
Half of the people simply cannot bear the pain of being stripped away from their souls.
However, Feng Laomo was a foundation-building monk after all, so he still endured the pain.
From Zheng Yi's point of view, Feng Laomo could only see a little eyebrow, and then his face was full of struggle.
Not long after, he suddenly opened his eyes.
Both hands pulled forward vigorously, as if they were pulling out something.
Soon, a ray of dark black light was pulled out from between his eyebrows.
This black light is like a twisted little snake.
Under the pull of Feng Lao Mo, it squirmed slowly, looking very strange.
Not long after, a 'little gray snake' about an inch long was pulled out from between his eyebrows and left in his hand to squirm slowly.
And with the appearance of this 'little snake', Feng Lao Mo's expression immediately became depressed.
It was as if he had fought with the enchantress of the Hehuan Sect for seven days and seven nights, and was very weak.
And his whole aura quickly weakened.
He held the little snake in both hands, came to Zheng Yi, and handed it over respectfully with both hands.
"Fellow Taoist...Your Majesty, this thing is a trace of my spiritual power. I hope your Majesty will accept it."
Zheng Yi nodded, stretched out his hand, and took the soul into his hand.
It was only then that he completely relaxed his vigilance.
With the soul in hand, Feng Lao Mo has nowhere to go and nothing to do.
Whenever he dares to betray himself or harm himself, just a thought can destroy this soul.
It can range from severe injuries to coma, and the person's cultivation will be unable to progress for the rest of his life.
In serious cases, you may even die directly!
"Is that Feng Yunzi?"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Don't worry, my sea is open to all rivers and my magnanimity. Since you have submitted to my Great Yu Immortal Dynasty, I will not treat you badly."
Zheng Yi turned around and flew in the direction of Lingxiao Palace, and Feng Laomo hurriedly followed.
"There are eleven peaks in Tianshou Mountain. The main peak is my dojo, while Fairy Peak and Canglong Peak are the dojos of the Tuoba family."
"Feng Taoist friends can choose one of the remaining eight peaks at will as your dojo."
"Me?"
Feng Laomo had strange eyes and said in shock: "Your Majesty is really willing to...give me the next spiritual peak?"
"It's just a spiritual peak, so there's nothing shocking about it."
Zheng Yi waved his hand and said: "As long as fellow Feng Daoist remains loyal to me, I will never treat you badly."
"But let's start with the ugly words. The Spiritual Peak is just one of the benefits for you Foundation Establishment monks. But if fellow Feng Daoist dies unfortunately, I will look back on the Spiritual Peak you chose!"
"Of course, if any of your disciples or descendants can break through to the foundation building stage, then Lingfeng can still stay."
Feng Laomo was moved and said quickly: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"
"Then let me choose... Lotus Peak."
"Okay."
Zheng Yi said indifferently: "By the way, there is one more thing. I want to ask fellow Taoist Feng for confirmation."
"Your Majesty, please speak."
"What is the origin of that demon clan? Does Fellow Feng Dao know?"
"The Earth Demon Clan..." (End of Chapter)