Floating Immortal Order

The Holy Son of White Deer has always been extremely proud and high-minded. At this moment, it was not too surprising for everyone to directly attack the palace.

However, the Thunder Spirit Pearl, which was shot out with the power of thunder and lightning, seemed to be frozen, and stopped strangely in front of the palace door, unable to enter.

The countless purple thunder lights on it also disappeared into nothingness. The famous psychic magic weapon Thunder Spirit Bead was now like an ordinary purple jade bead, staying in the void in front of the palace door and rotating slowly.

A golden-red mysterious light gradually condensed from the front door of the palace, transforming into the shadow of a long-haired man wearing a blue robe. The man's eyes were calm, and he reached out to pick up the Thunder Spirit Bead and said softly: "Not bad."

Holy Son Bailu's pupils shrank slightly. As a genius at the Daoji Peak level, he was even given the title of Holy Son. At this moment, he actually temporarily lost the connection with the psychic magic weapon Thunder Lingzhu!

With such strength, and dressed in a blue robe, the identity of this phantom man is ready to be revealed.

"I've met Hanshui Yuanjun!" Countless cultivators looked excited, their eyes were red, and some of them almost shed tears, and they all saluted loudly.

"I've met Hanshui Yuanjun!!" Many people from small aristocratic families and small sects who had received favors from Hanshui Dojo hesitated for a moment, then saluted loudly and bent down.

Disciples from the five major sects, including Zhang Lingruo of the Moyin Sect, Zhao Changhe of the Poyue Sword Sect, also bowed slightly to show their respect for this powerful master of the Half-Step Divine Realm.

Only the people from the ancient Wahuang Sect and a few small circles from the Shangqing Holy Sect remained unmoved and just looked at the long-haired man in green robe coldly.

The green-robed man held the Thunder Spirit Bead in his hand, glanced at the corpses of many casual cultivators on the ground, shook his head and sighed softly.

"Hanshui Yuanjun, you have been dead for a long time, and you still feel sorry for these dead cultivators?" Yan Wuji looked sarcastic, and his voice was very clear in front of the quiet hall.

"Yan Wuji, don't be disrespectful to Master Yuanjun!" Many casual cultivators had red eyes. For a moment, they ignored the gap in status and strength between the two sides and pointed at Yan Wuji and shouted.

With a slight frown on his brow, Yan Wuji raised his hand slightly and threw out a dazzling light of blood. The sight of these casual cultivators was about to splatter blood on the spot.

"That's all." The green-robed man waved his sleeves gently, extinguishing the bloody light, and also unlocked the Thunder Spirit Bead in his hand, "What this little friend from the demon clan said is true, I have already been reincarnated and passed away. At this moment, there is only this trace of soul left, what can I do?

Woolen cloth? "

The thunder spirit bead was released from its confinement, and in a moment it bloomed again with thousands of blazing thunder lights. The roaring sound became more and more intense, and it seemed that it was extremely dissatisfied with the man in green robe.

"Come back." Holy Son Bailu waved gently, and the Thunder Lingzhu flew back with great reluctance. The thunder light in the sky disappeared and disappeared into the Thunder Lingzhu.

"I have lived a sad and lonely life. Even after my death, I only left behind a legacy of the water-based skills I acquired back then." A golden-red light bloomed in the hands of the man in green robes, covering an area of ​​hundreds of feet in radius. "This Inheritance, any living being can come to accept the test, this is the only fair thing I can do for you and others at this time."

His figure became more and more faded. Hanshui Yuanjun turned his head slightly and glanced at the bottom of the Zhujiang River. It seemed that there was something worthy of his nostalgia there.

"Lord Yuanjun!"

"Lord Hanshui Yuanjun!"

Countless light spots dispersed, and finally only a pair of calm eyes remained, emitting extremely bright light.

However, the last light gradually faded away, drifting in the strong wind rising above the water surface of the Marsh River, leaving no trace anymore.

Countless casual cultivators and people who had received his kindness stared blankly at the place where the figure disappeared, with complicated expressions. Among them, there was even a Daoji realm casual cultivator who half-knelt on the ground and remained silent for a long time.

The huge palace door slowly opened, attracting everyone's attention, but no one competed to enter, because the golden-red brilliance that enveloped hundreds of feet exuded a gentle power of teleportation, sending everyone within its range. Every creature was gradually transported into the hall.

Obviously, Hanshui Yuanjun's words are correct. Every living being has the opportunity to inherit this water-based skill.

Holy Son Bailu, Hong Zhao, and Yan Wuji each used their own mysterious methods to get rid of the power of teleportation, and escaped from the range of the golden-red light shield.

Far away on the horizon, there was a huge dark star map looming over. Although its speed was not very fast, it was extremely eye-catching. Bailu and the others looked up and recognized the person immediately.

"The Jingxingchen of Mingxin Mountain Range?" Yan Wuji's eyes lit up, "I heard that his path is only true to the sword, and his power is astonishing. Maybe you can give it a try this time."

"You are no match for him." Bai Lu's faint voice came from beside him.

"How can I know if I haven't tried it?" Yan Wuji was obviously a little dissatisfied with Bailu's evaluation, and immediately

With a thought in his mind, a ray of demonic light came out of his palm, which turned into a long knife in the blink of an eye. He turned his palm over, held the long knife tightly, and struck lightly at the distant star map.

On the star map, Jing Xingchen, who was practicing with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Be careful."

When he finished speaking, a sword light that penetrated the sky and the earth suddenly appeared in front of the star map, carrying a huge amount of power from heaven and earth, and slashed with an unstoppable momentum!

Jian Liangbi, He Junyu and others all looked slightly condensed. Looking at the huge and unparalleled sword light, they all used magic weapons to protect their bodies. Luo Hongying was still looking at the clouds on both sides in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking. She was pulled into the colorful light around her by Jian Liangbi, and she finally came back to her senses.

"Huh?" Luo Hongying was caught off guard and got very close to Jian Liangbi. She felt the man's breath and blushed, so she wanted to push him away.

"See for yourself." Jian Liangbi raised his chin slightly, Luo Hongying glanced at the front of the star map, and exclaimed: "Supernatural power!"

The huge sword light was resisted by Jing Xingchen with a purple long sword. The starlight on the long sword was like purple glass, extremely beautiful. It was Jing Xingchen's only sword, and its name was Broken Star.

The broken star sword light circulated, and in an instant, an extremely bright sword light erupted, covering the world with a radius of dozens of feet. After the sword light dissipated, the huge sword light had been eliminated invisible.

Jing Xingchen stood on the edge of the star map, holding the Star-Breaking Sword, looking at Yan Wuji by the Zhushui River, and said softly: "Coming but not leaving is rude."

He tapped his toes and flew out from the star map. The broken star turned into a ball of blazing purple light and enveloped his whole body. The man and the sword were almost integrated into one body, and the bright purple light rushed towards Yan Wuji's location. direction.

"Supernatural power, Star Twist." Jing Xingchen's voice came out, but the moment the voice fell, the purple light had already rushed to Yan Wuji at a speed that ordinary people had no time to react. The speed did not slow down, and directly hit Yan Wuji. It was brought up and roared into the Shaojiang River, hitting several roiling waves dozens of feet high.

The star map has also slowly stopped, Bian Hongyu stepped forward and saluted: "I have met the Holy Son of White Deer."

"No courtesy." Bai Lu turned to look at Hong Zhao and said softly, "When will Yan Wuji change his temper?"

"I'm afraid it can't be changed." Hong Zhao didn't look at Bian Hongyu and the others, but looked at the direction of the Mao River with Bai Lu.