Chapter 1373

The spirit skill of the four yuan seal is very wonderful. Even if one of the yuan spirit puppets is destroyed, the magic power itself can still continue to fight the enemy. Of course, its power will naturally decrease a lot.

However, since Yang Junshan can destroy a puppet in the heyday of Zhang Yueming, he can naturally continue to destroy his remaining three yuan spirit puppets and then kill him. Although the four yuan seal magic powers have not been broken, they are actually no different from breaking them.

Zhang Yueming could not believe this situation, even other people lurking in the void could not think of it, so that it was too late to save the situation.

Zhang Yueming's expression looked crazy, but a slight smile came at this time.

"It seems that Yang is more powerful than Cao Xun before he became an immortal!"

The four yuan seal spirit skill, which is well-known in the list of Taoist magic powers, was once cultivated to great success in the hands of four yuan Taoists. Cao Xun Xian Zun, who also took the path of becoming a saint before becoming an immortal, has no way to enter the heaven. However, when it is displayed in the hands of Zhang Yueming, Yang Junshan destroyed a yuan spirit puppet.

Is Zhang Yueming's strength too weak compared with the original four yuan Taoist ancestors, or is Yang Junshan too strong compared with Cao Xun Xian, who was not an immortal at the beginning?

Zhang Yueming had no intention to think about this problem at this time. He only knew that he had paid the price of cutting off the long-life path in order to cultivate this magic power. However, it condensed all his efforts, but now all of them were put into the water. Such a blow made him unacceptable for a time, so that the whole person suddenly became a little crazy.

"How can I fail? I can't fail!"

Zhang Yueming could not accept such a result. Yang Junshan's sarcastic smile was the greatest irony in his eyes, so that at this time, his face was ferocious and his mood began to hiss.

"Do you know what price I paid to cultivate this magic power?"

"Why, why have you pressed me everywhere since the rise of Yang?"

"At the beginning, your Yang family was just a dog under my shaking Tianzong. There are mole ants. Why should you press me to shake Tianzong in turn?"

"It's all you. I've cut off my path of longevity. My martial brothers turned against me and my sect collapsed because of you!"

"Do you think you have won? Yang Junshan, ha ha ha, do you know who you offended? Do you know how many people want you to die today?"

"Come out, come out, I admit I can't kill him, but he must die today. What are you waiting for?"

In fact, almost at the moment when Zhang Yueming's yuan Ling puppet was destroyed, Yang Junshan had noticed several breath hidden in the void and slowly approaching him.

When Zhang Yueming shouted to break the people's hiding, he was the first to unite with the other three yuan spirit puppets to rush up to Yang Junshan again.

Zhang Yueming seems crazy and out of control, but in fact he is still pretending to attract Yang Junshan's attention. He even doesn't hesitate to rush into battle in person to create opportunities for other hidden helpers.

However, he did not know that Yang Junshan had been prepared from the beginning. For him who had already prepared for the worst, the current situation could not make him take care of one thing and lose the other.

Facing the impact of Zhang Yueming and the remaining three yuan spirit puppets, Yang Junshan smiled coldly, but suddenly stretched out his hands and made a pull-down action from his head.

Zhang Yueming, who was rushing forward, suddenly couldn't care to siege Yang Junshan. The three yuan spirit puppets protected him in the center and waited for him. Where else did he just show his strong attachment and want to fight with Yang Junshan?

In the sky, with Yang Junshan's just printed formula, many of the previously broken remains of the floating mountains are now turning into meteors and meteorites to hit above his head.

Heaven punishes the way, and Yang Junshan returns the way he did!

As soon as Zhang Yueming and his yuan Zun puppet were stopped, a thunder burst out of the void. A bamboo sword tore the void and directly appeared three feet in front of Yang Junshan.

"Eh, the secret of running thunder sword at night! Who are you?"

Yang Junshan gave a low cry, but when he was about to face the thunder light sword, he stretched out his hand and pointed out.

"Clank" came the sound of gold and iron, and the thunder light sword awn in the air suddenly burst into a brilliance, but the sword awn was interrupted!

The magic night thunder running sword formula ranked 54th in the list of Taoist magic powers, but it was intercepted by Yang Junshan's magic power Tianxian. The result of the collision between the two sides was half weight.

It can be seen that the competition of magical powers and spells sometimes can't just look at the level and ranking. What really matters depends on who is casting it!

However, just after Yang Junshan played the thunder light sword, he suddenly felt a light on his head. When he looked up, he was seeing the light like a moon wheel coming slowly.

"Full moon sword technique!"

Yang Junshan's look changed again. The sky breaking mace was lifted up obliquely and crashed into the moon wheel with the potential of breaking the sky.

The full moon sword technique ranks 45th in the list of Taoist magic powers. It was originally the town school of Liangzhou Fengxue sword sect. It didn't spread the secret, but I didn't want to see the sword magic power handed down by the three unique immortal zuns here. It's ironic!

The sky breaking mace is clumsy and powerful, but the flying sword turned into a moon wheel is skillful and weak. When the two attack each other, they can't be divided for a time.

It was not that the strength of the person who shot was equal to that of Yang Junshan, but at the moment when Yang Junshan offered his mace to break the sky, another pine grain ancient sword also broke through the air and pointed directly at the back of Yang Junshan.

After Zhang Yueming, the accomplishments of each of the three monks who suddenly made a sneak attack did not seem too high. In Yang Junshan's estimation, they were just around the thunder robbed territory. However, the cooperation of the three monks was extremely tacit. The three people made a series of moves, and the timing of each move was extremely ingenious, even with Yang Junshan's reaction speed, For a time, it was also embarrassing to parry and full of dangers.

In particular, the last pine grain ancient sword was stabbed out. At this time, Yang Junshan was already unable to cope with repeated changes. He could only block the body of the magic weapon of Shanjun seal in front of the back heart, and even had no time to launch a divine power to protect the body.

"Ding --"

Although the pine grain ancient sword was blocked by the body of the magic weapon of Shanjun seal, it was pushed by the magic power on the ancient sword and directly hit the back heart of Yang Junshan.

Yang Junshan stumbled out in the void, but it seemed that he was not seriously injured. Once again, everyone saw his strong forging cultivation.

The pine grain ancient sword didn't make any contribution. It pulled out a sword flower in the air, bypassed the Shanjun seal and cut it under the rib of Yang Junshan.

But Yang Junshan was relieved by the just missed blow. At the moment when the ancient sword stabbed again, he saw a mass of purple gas suddenly roll over, which instantly submerged Yang Junshan's body. At the same time, it also attached to the sword body of the ancient sword, climbed up quickly, and looked at the posture, even wanted to swallow the whole ancient sword.

Ziqi Donglai Jue!

Although the man who controls the pine grain ancient sword is very old and hot, Yang Junshan can see at a glance that the other party's means seem to be greatly restrained by the purple Qi East Jue magic power!

There was a dull hum in the void, followed by a pure wooden breath gushing from the pine grain ancient sword. In an instant, the purple gas wrapped around the ancient sword body bounced away, and the ancient sword immediately stepped away, but the sword body also looked very dark. It was obvious that the magic weapon body had been damaged.

"Now that the three have made a move, why don't you show up?"

The imperial seal is hanging high above Yang Junshan's head. The liangyiyuan magnetic aura magic power and the Ziqi Donglai magic power complement each other, guarding him in the center. Moreover, there is a hidden trend of integration between the two magic lights. Once successful, it may be the day when his magic power will be fully realized.

Seeing Yang Junshan's such means, maybe he knew that it was impossible to attack him again, so another woman, two men and three friars from Lei Jiejing appeared in the starry sky, and then joined Zhang Yueming. The four great supernatural powers surrounded Yang Junshan in a semicircle.

Yang Junshan's eyes swept on the three faces and asked, "the three are tight eyed, but I don't know what to call them. Did I know them before?"

Among the three, the old sword with loose grain on his back was also the white faced monk who threatened Yang Junshan the most before. The middle-aged monk said with a smile: "the Taoist ancestor of Junshan is powerful all over the world. How can he care about these ordinary people like me? However, the three of us still have another identity. I think the Taoist ancestor of Junshan must have a deep memory!"

Yang Junshan looked curious, but he saw that the three people smiled slightly, and then took out a mask and put it on their faces. However, he saw that the white faced monk who had just spoken had a green pine mask on his face, while the female monk of the three had a cold plum mask on his face, and the remaining green faced man who showed the formula of running thunder at night had a green bamboo mask on his face.

Yang Junshan looked surprised, but with a trace of awakening, said: "pine, bamboo and plum, it's you! The three are also the same people of the world Master! Just don't know who they really are in the cultivation world?"

These three Taoist practitioners of Lei Jie are not others. They are the three Taoists of song, Zhu and Mei who have fought with Yang Junshan several times.

Taoist song, the white faced monk with an ancient sword with pine grain on his back, smiled and bowed slightly, saying, "I've seen the Taoist ancestor of Junshan in Qingmu zongbaiqing, xiasangzhou!"

The bamboo Taoist then introduced himself: "Leizhou Tianlei zongjianzhu!"

Yang Junshan suddenly said, "Your Excellency is not a friar of Zixiao pavilion?"

The sword bamboo Taoist seemed to understand what Yang Junshan wanted to ask. He sneered and said, "the thunder running sword formula at night is not necessarily unique to Zixiao Pavilion!"

Yang Junshan nodded to show his understanding, but his eyes looked at Taoist Mei.

Taoist Mei giggled and said, "my body is Fengxue sword sect Fenghua!"

Among the three, Yang Junshan is actually the most confident about the identity of Taoist Mei. The full moon sword formula is the secret of the wind and snow sword sect. I'm afraid only Taoist Fenghua has the ability to exert the power of this magic power to such a level except Taoist Ye Hua of the ice palace.

After figuring out the true identities of the three, Yang Junshan seemed to have some speculation about the reason why the three became monks of the sect of world leaders, but he suddenly took away the expression on his face and said in a deep voice: "so are the three united with Zhang Yueming, and are you sure to leave Yang outside the territory?"