In the wilderness, under the dark night, the roar of dragons came out.

Over the dilapidated Taoist temple, Lei Wanshan and Gu Aoxue attacked each other, slapped out their own palms, turning into two dragons with fangs and claws, and entangled towards "Yan Wushuang".

The Firing Dragon Palm and the Frost Dragon Palm are magical techniques that belong to the same origin. The unique skills of the ancient Flame King and the Ice King are used at this moment, and the power of the two of Thunder Valley is at the same time. It is conceivable.

To be honest, if the real Yan Wushuang was here, she would definitely not be able to withstand this attack.

But the person in front of him was obviously not the original deity. He reached out and patted the treasure bag on his waist. A long banner suddenly broke out of the air, covering the sky and covering the sun, and swept towards the two swimming dragons.

"Taixuan Gong, it's you!"

In the air, Lei Wanshan's laughter came from the sky, as if he was expecting it.

"Junior sister!"

Lei Wanshan just called out lightly, and Gu Aoxue and his husband had a deep affection, of course they had the same heart.

"Heaven and earth are furnaces, creation is labor, yin and yang are charcoal, and all things are cauldrons!"

Amid the long roars, Lei Wanshan and Gu Aoxue flew away in the air, standing side by side at the end of the clouds, the two Nascent Souls suddenly emerged from their heads, standing on their left and right shoulders respectively.

In an instant, the endless sky seemed to be divided, and the sky on the left was red, like a blazing flame, but on the other half, it was completely silver-white, like glaciers and frozen soil all over the sky.

The real fire in the underworld, the blue ice falls!

The sky and the earth fell down, and two extreme forces seemed to completely envelop this world.

"Awesome, I underestimate you!"

At this moment, the "Yan Wushuang" had already tear off the disguise. It was indeed the disguise of the Taixuan Gong. However, he obviously did not expect that the two early-stage guardians of the Wuji Sect were so unusual.

If he is in normal times, he might have a fierce battle, but he cannot fight at this moment. After all, the true king of Wuji has already gone to chase the king. If he cannot go to protect the enemy in time, it will definitely be a bad situation.

A quick battle and a quick decision was his only idea.

"The wind swept the remaining clouds, and the thunder blew up the eight wildernesses!"

The wind and thunder banner in Taixuan Gong danced desperately, and thunder clouds immediately spread out in the sky, and countless terrifying thunder and lightning brewed out, shuttled like a silver snake. The terrifying momentum was even above the thunder tribulation of the spiritual beast transforming into.

The Wind and Thunder Holy Banner is a medium-grade magic weapon. It is now being used by Taixuan Gong. The power is indeed conceivable. It can even stir up the changes in color in the world and reverse the sun, moon and universe.

To be honest, if it were Lei Wanshan and Gu Aoxue, either, he would not be a match for Taixuan Gong. Even if they joined forces to fight against the enemy at this moment, they seemed to feel a little helpless.

"Duke Taixuan, don't be crazy!"

At this time, in the hands of Lei Wanshan and Gu Aoxue, each of them sacrificed a magic weapon.

A black tortoise shell broke out into the air, covering the void like a cover, protecting the two of them completely, like an indestructible barrier, enough to withstand any damage.

"Boom!"

The violent hurricanes and terrifying lightning, if they fall on this shield, are hard to hurt at all.

At the same time, a golden snake spear flew out of the air like lightning, and spitting out a golden light at the front of the snake spear, like a hungry python opening its bloody mouth. The sharp fangs emitted a blood-devouring cold light, biting towards Taixuan Gong's throat.

The Black Turtle God Shield and the Golden Snake Holy Spear!

Taixuan Gong's face changed drastically. What surprised him was that these two middle-grade spiritual weapons inherited from the Beidou True King were actually left to the two true kings in front of him by the Wuji True King.

These two spiritual weapons are in hand. Although the two in front of you are in the early stage of the Nascent Soul stage, you will be the owner to compete with your own strength.

"Walk!"

Taixuan Gong originally didn't want to fight, so it was even more impossible to stay here at this time. He immediately reached out and pinched out the magic trick. A phantom suddenly left his body and stepped on the wind and thunder banner and rushed towards the end of the sky.

"boom!"

The golden snake holy spear broke through the air and shot down, but it fell on a puppet. It was split in an instant, but the figure of Taixuan Gong was no longer visible.

"Chase!"

Lei Wanshan and Gu Aoxue looked at each other, and their eyes turned to the end of the sky, locking in the fleeting stream of light. Two figures suddenly rose from the ground, and chased after meteors like moonlight.

At the same time, in the void a hundred miles away, Mo Wentian walked in the air like a lightning-like wind and lightning. At this moment, at the end of his sight, a middle-aged man in purple python robe fled in panic, but it was not Yan Wushuang.

At the end of the road, the king who was tall and above that day was now panicked like a dog that was strayed.

"Yan Wushuang, where can you escape?"

Mo Wentian sneered from the corner of his mouth, and as he watched the prey get closer and closer, it was like a cat playing with a mouse, and it was impossible to escape his mastery.

But at this moment, what he was a little unexpected was that Yan Wushuang seemed to have the means to escape, and he actually divided into three parts in the void and fled in three directions.

"It's interesting, is this a zombie of peach and plum zombie?"

Mo Wentian seemed a little surprised. Even though his spiritual sense was extraordinary, he could not tell the truth or the false. Only one of these three Yan Wushuang was the original deity, but he didn't know where he was escaping?

In short, Yan Wushuang has more than 30% chance of survival by using this method.

However, Mo Wentian would not give such a chance at all, and this would not be difficult for him at all. Suddenly, two Yuanying infancy broke out from the top door and chased in the left and right directions.

Zhurong and Jinmang Yuanying have already locked in the two Yan Wushuang respectively. As for the one who escaped in the middle, Mo Wentian personally chased him. He seemed to have some sense in the dark. The one who escaped in the middle should undoubtedly be the deity.

Sure enough, just after a moment, the message of Zhurong and Jinmang came.

The two Yuanyings chased and rushed forward and killed two puppets. It was obvious that they were the substitutes of Taixuan Gongshen. As for the real Yan Wushuang, they were also fleeing in a hurry after Mo Wentian's pursuit.

"Yan Wushuang, you can't escape."

Mo Wen's tongue burst into thunder, making a long roar like thunder, piercing through layers of void like sharp arrows.

"Slow, slow, calm!"

Words come out according to the method, and true words are awesome!

These three words came out of the mouth, as if the frost in the sky was born out of thin air, making Yan Wushuang's body seem to freeze, and immediately became slow and heavy, as if he was about to be settled in the void.

At the same time, Mo Wentian held the pen in his right hand and started writing quickly in the void.

The pen moves like a dragon and a snake, as if writing, and it is written with the word "prison". All the strokes are connected into a line. When a painting is made in the void, it is actually a huge cage.

The cage was drawn towards Yan Wushuang's head, making him feel heavy immediately, as if he was really put on shackles and became a death row prisoner in the prison.

The words follow the rules, and draw the ground as the secret!

"Damn it, I would rather die than surrender, my life is up to me, not to God."

Yan Wushuang let out a hysterical roar, and his whole body swelled like a mountain, as if he wanted to get rid of the shackles of the cage. He was really unwilling to surrender just like that.

Unfortunately, the medium-grade spiritual weapon, the Dianqing Holy Pen, is extremely powerful with the blessing of the Dharma Sui, and it is not something that can be escaped by the early stage of the Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Yan Wushuang, aren't you waiting to capture?"

Mo Wentian stood in the void with his hands behind his back, looking down with a cold expression, looking at Yan Wushuang who was struggling in the cage without any sense of concern, as if he was watching the prey that was fighting for beasts.

To be honest, as long as he wants to do it, he can easily take the life of the King of Yan.

However, the territory of Yan State has not yet been restored. In order to avoid unnecessary war, he did not want to take the life of this person.

"Don't hurt my lord!"

However, at this deadly moment, a figure rushed in the distance, and the boundless wind and thunder wrapped around the body, as if it was carrying a surging momentum.

"Duke Taixuan, leave the border desertion and the Prince of Dayan is handed over to you."

But at this moment, Yan Wushuang let out a resolute roar. He rushed towards Mo Wentian with a desperate attempt, and his whole body was rapidly expanding. He could even feel that even the Nascent Soul in his body seemed to be in full and split form.

"not good!"

Mo Wentian's expression changed dramatically. At this moment, he could certainly see that Yan Wushuang was planning to explode his Nascent Soul, and that he wanted to die with him. He immediately flashed back and broke through several miles away like lightning.

"Master, no..."

In the distance, a sad and angry voice came, revealing endless desolate sorrow.

"boom!"

However, Yan Wushuang could not hear it at all. His whole body exploded like fireworks, exploding dazzling light under the night sky, blowing the earth in a radius of thousands of feet out of a deep pit.

The mountains collapsed, the rocks collapsed, and even the void was shaking. The unrivaled power was like waves, surging like a tide, and a terrifying wind swept across the earth.

"Wow!"

Mo Wentian was obviously affected, and he felt his whole body surging blood, and his chest seemed to be pressing on a mountain. He had to spit out a mouthful of blood, and then he could barely calm down.

"Senior Brother, Master!"

At this time, two figures fell from the sky, one left and the other fell beside him, with a look of concern on his face. It was not Lei Wanshan and Gu Aoxue. They came to chase Taixuan Gong, but they did not see this person.

"What a pity, what a pity!"

Mo Wentian shook his head slightly. He looked up at the end of the sky, but where could he see Taixuan Gong?

Unfortunately, letting the true king of the middle stage of Nascent Soul escape is really a big problem.

However, Zhurong had no idea of ​​returning to the world, and he did not dare to chase after him rashly, so he could only let this person go back to the mountain.

However, the fall of the King of Yan and the head of a generation of heroes have been considered a successful completion of the task.

The fall of this overlord represents the complete decline of Yan State, and it is impossible for him to withstand the pace of Dazheng's advancement.
Chapter completed!