Chapter 150 My Disciple, I Will Save Myself

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He spun around, pulling out black and white with both hands, twirling like Tai Chi, and then joined together to form a pitch-black spear, which he threw out with a wave.

At the same time, a cloud of black emerged from his body.

Like a warrior made of ink, with a spear in his hand, he came to attack.

"The qi transforms into form, and the primordial spirit comes out of the body!"

Zhang Ming's heart trembled, he didn't expect that the first person to emerge from Yin-Yang Peak was the existence of Yang God Realm!

This is much stronger than the Longyang Peak just now.

He hadn't imagined that Qiu He, the elder of Longyang Peak, had already been beheaded by Lu Xueqing at the fishing boat song meeting.

Facing the powerful attacking Yuanshen spear, Zhang Ming pointed at it and shouted, "Wan Jian Jue!"

The white snow all around immediately trembled violently, soaring into the sky with a "hoo", every snowflake turned into a sharp white sword.

Immediately, they flew out together, all shooting at Ding Ling who was opposite.

Ten thousand snows gallop, ten thousand swords fly together!

"Hmph, how ignorant, the Mowu spear of this seat is transformed by the primordial spirit, how can it be hindered by these mortal things!"

Ding Ling sneered and stood in the air with his hands behind his back.

Endless snowflakes collided with Mo Wu's spear in an instant.

However, as he said, the snowflakes went straight through the ink warrior and the spear.

Yuanshen is illusory, snowflakes are real, and the two are in completely different worlds!

Moreover, Ding Ling's attack was different from the normal Yangshen Realm attack. It transformed part of the power of the primordial spirit, stored in the vitality, and left half of the primordial spirit in the body.

Therefore, he can attack while controlling the physical body.

This is also one of the secret techniques of his Yin Yang Peak.

"hehe,

Pindao didn't intend to hinder you either! "

Zhang Ming smiled calmly.

Thousands of snowflake sword intents suddenly accelerated and rushed towards Ding Ling in midair.

The elder of the Mozong couldn't help but change his face: "You are crazy! You want to die together!"

This person didn't even care about his Mowu spear, but used all his strength to attack and kill him!

This is a lose-lose style of play!

Ding Ling didn't want to take it hard, so he turned around quickly and avoided it in mid-air.

And Zhang Ming, who was standing on the snow-white long sword, called out the wake-up bell from his cuff, and covered himself in the bell.

clang--

Mo Wu's spear pierced the World Awakening Bell, and it rang vibratingly.

However, this wake-up clock is the most precious treasure to suppress the primordial spirit of the world, and it is precisely restrained by it.

Therefore, Mo Wu's spear was blocked from the bell body and could not advance an inch at all.

Ding Ling's complexion changed again, and Snowflake Sword Intent had already surrounded him.

"The art of controlling the sword in the district, An Neng can hurt me!"

He waved his hands and laid down layers of barriers to block the flying snowflakes.

There was an endless stream of jingling.

These snowflakes landed on his barrier, and they sounded like steel hitting.

呲——

There was a clear cracking sound on the barrier.

"Impossible, you were able to break through the true energy protection of the Yang God Realm!"

Ding Ling only felt that his cognition had been repeatedly broken through.

This person's aura is obviously only in the life-shaping state, how can he rely on a set of sword control skills to make an attack in the middle stage of the Yangshen state!

Moreover, the bell-shaped treasure on his body can actually treat the attack of the primordial spirit as nothing!

At the time of an avalanche, it is like the general trend of heaven and earth.

The bit of damage was instantly pulled away, forming a huge gap.

Snowflake Sword Intent exploded.

Ding Ling couldn't help but flew back again, and at the same time stretched out his hand to make a move, and the Mo Wu spear in the distance instantly rolled back and merged with it.

At this time, the full aura of the Yang God Realm bloomed from his body.

"Get out of here!"

He waved his hand and released a pitch-black vitality.

The sword intent of Wan Jian Jue was finally diluted, and the snowflakes scattered in mid-air.

Ding Ling looked solemnly, looked at the man on the snow sword, and asked, "Sure enough, there are tricks. No wonder you dare to break into Yinyang Peak of our Acacia Sect. Are you the Qinghui of Lingshu Temple?"

Zhang Ming took a look at him and realized that this person might be the one who spoke to Yin Yang Peak.

"That's right, as I said just now, Pindao is Qing Hui."

He smiled slightly and said, "I don't know who you are, have you received any news from my disciples at Longyang Peak?"

Anger suddenly appeared in Ding Ling's eyes.

He knew what the other party was talking about, but he had to hand over Su Tan'er, otherwise his bones would be turned into ashes, and his soul would be refined with oil lamps.

However, Su Tan'er was captured by him, so how could he give it up now.

"Qing Hui, don't bully people too much!"

He couldn't help shouting angrily.

Zhang Ming couldn't help but his eyes brightened slightly, and asked: "Could it be... Su Tan'er is really in your Yinyang Peak?"

When he came here, he had already guessed that Su Tan'er was probably taken away by the Yin Yang Peak who was good at harvesting tonics, and now it seems that this is really the case.

Ding Ling snorted coldly: "So what? My Hehuan Sect is one of the four major demon sects, and my Yin-Yang Peak is the second only peak in the Hehuan Sect. Do you think you can leave safely after you get here? "

He is still confident.

In terms of cultivation, he is in the Yangshen realm, and the other party is in the Life-shaping realm, the difference cannot be counted.

In terms of geographical advantage, he occupies the Yinyang Peak's Liangyi Joy Formation as a reliance, and he is even more powerful against the Faxiang Realm.

In any case, it is impossible for him to lose.

This Taoist named Qing Hui really threw himself into a trap!

All of this was originally set up for Ruan Xiu and Qu Feiyan, but I didn't expect it to be used on him now.

Zhang Ming didn't understand, so he looked at him again and asked, "Why can't I leave safely, because of you?"

After destroying Xiaohanshan Temple, he felt that his confidence was much stronger.

Taoism is quiet and inaction, humble and respectful.

The quality of the previous twenty years, as he descended the mountain and stepped into the world of mortals, he was once again infected with the atmosphere of the world.

This kind of breath is a little long-lost, but also a little comfortable.

There is no joy or sorrow in practicing meditation, and it is not as good as right and wrong in the world of mortals.

In this life of a person, living freely, calmly, and freely is the life of a person.

If one cultivates Taoism and ascends immortality, it would be too boring to forget one's feelings too much.

Ding Ling laughed when he heard his words.

"That's right, it's up to me! Ignorant kid, give me another trick!"

He closed his eyes instantly, and a black shadow rushed out of his body.

The primordial spirit is out of the body, let's fight with all our strength!

He gave up his defense, manifested all his primordial spirits, and launched a real full blow!

In the eyes of everyone, they only felt that when he closed his eyes, he had already appeared in a dark world.

A black shadow covered Zhang Ming's body.

Just like the sword twenty-three he used, now it is the opponent who used the powerful blow of Yuanshen.

Boom, boom, boom.

Zhang Ming's chest suddenly sounded a dull impact.

Immediately, a stream of icy liquid flowed out, turning into a man with an indifferent face.

He reached out and grabbed the pitch-black shadow.

"A mere Yang God, dare to play wild in front of the poor?"

Zhang Xiaoyi pinched the black shadow, stepped out, and shouted coldly.

He shook vigorously, and the black shadow in the palm of his hand twisted, condensing the appearance of Ding Ling's primordial spirit.

It's just that at this time, he showed panic and shouted: "How is it possible! Your soul is so powerful! It's impossible, who are you?"

Zhang Xiaoyi's "primordial spirit" is actually not a primordial spirit, but a primordial soul that has never developed a charm. After absorbing the fragments of the Arhat's golden body, it forms a strange existence that penetrates the body and the primordial soul as one.

However, in the eyes of others, such an existence is the primordial spirit, even... more terrifying than the primordial spirit!

Ding Ling felt this way.

He used all his strength to strike and manifested all the power of the primordial spirit, which was even more vulnerable than the confrontation just now.

This made him feel an indescribable sense of powerlessness for the first time in his life.

It's like facing an insurmountable mountain, and there is no choice but to retreat!

"Who am I? I... Pindao Lingshu Guan Taixuzi!"

Zhang Xiaoyi almost slipped his mouth, and smiled with the corners of his mouth.

Then, he squeezed hard.

The other party's primordial spirit was instantly shattered by the terrifying force.

However, Ding Ling is a strong man in the Yang God Realm, and he will not fall so easily.

The countless fragments of primordial spirit shot out instantly, fleeing to the outside of the pitch-black world.

At the same time, Ding Ling, who was closed in the air, opened his eyes.

However, at this moment, his eyes were full of fear.

"puff--"

Ding Ling couldn't hold back the injured soul anymore, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"No, Elder Ding was injured!"

"What happened just now? I only saw Elder Ding close his eyes and take a breath. Why did he suddenly vomit blood?"

"What do you know, this is an offensive technique that can only be used in the Yang God Realm! A moment in the world, a millennium of Yuanshen, they must have used Yuanshen to go out of their bodies to confront each other just now!"

"If you say that, could it be... that Elder Ding lost!"

At this time, disciples had already gathered on Yinyang Peak.

Seeing Ding Ling deflated, they couldn't help pointing and commenting in surprise and fear.

Zhang Ming also opened his eyes and smiled and said, "How about it, do you still feel that Pindao can't leave safely?"

Ding Ling subconsciously flew back ten feet and opened the distance.

"Qing Hui, don't be too complacent! I, Yin Yang Peak, are not so easy to get along with!"

He yelled sternly.

Zhang Ming couldn't help but shook his head, and said, "Pindao will ask you one last time, will you hand over Su Tan'er?"

After asking this sentence, many disciples below immediately understood the reason.

The news from Longyang Peak just now has been passed on to the entire sect by the disciples guarding the palace.

"It turns out that he is the Lingshu Guan Qinghui!"

"Too bad, Longyang Peak is destroyed in his hands, do you think we should escape now?"

"Don't worry, Elder Ding will have a way to deal with it."

The disciples of Yin Yang Peak on the square in front of the hall were talking about it.

There was also a female disciple with a smile in her eyes and said: "This Daoist Qinghui is really handsome. I wonder if Elder Ding caught him, can he be rewarded to the slave family for picking?"

The woman next to her tasted the taste: "It's a beautiful idea! Even if I don't take supplements for such a person, I would rather keep them in the cave forever!"

At this moment, a pink Yufeng paper kite flew outside.

"Hey, it's Peak Master Ruan from Sanyin Peak who is here!"

"Hey, I heard that Master Xu Feng almost got her, but she ran away. A few days ago, he killed more than a dozen disciples of my Yin Yang Peak for no reason. I didn't expect that she would dare to come here today!"

"I understand. This must be a trap set by Elder Ding."

"You mean..."

The disciples in front of the hall suddenly figured out the key point.

As they expected, Elder Ding Ling in mid-air burst out laughing when he saw Ruan Xiu coming.

"Okay, very good! It's really hard to find a place to go through the iron shoes, and it doesn't take much effort to get here! You... all come in for me!"

Ding Ling yelled with a sullen expression.

He stretched his hands to the left and right, and the Hall of Huanxi below suddenly lit up with black and white lights.

Then, he grabbed the two rays of light and turned around abruptly.

A pillar of black and white light shot out from the entire mountain peak, spinning around Ding Ling as the center.

If you look at it from a high altitude, it looks like a huge Tai Chi diagram rotating clockwise.

Zhang Ming's eyes darkened slightly, and he shouted: "No, it's a formation!"

He stretched out his hand to hold the awakening clock that had not been put away, waved his palm, and slapped it heavily.

"The primordial spirit of the world, enter the urn!"

He was trying to forcibly pull out Ding Ling's primordial spirit, and use the awakening clock to break his formation.

Just like that day at Xiaohanshan Temple, he used the awakening bell to suppress the four eminent monks in the Yangshen realm at the eye of the formation.

However, his movements were one step slower after all.

Everyone just felt that there was a blur in front of their eyes, and they had already appeared in a black and white world.

But at this time, Ruan Xiu's anxious cry came from afar: "Qing Hui, I will save my disciples myself, there is no need for you to take any risks! Go, let me go!"

The sound echoed between heaven and earth.

The pink paper kite stopped immediately, and the woman in palace costume standing on it looked down, and immediately looked at the Taoist priest in blue robe standing on the snow-white long sword.

"It's been a long time, Ruan Fengzhu."

Zhang Ming greeted with a smile.

Ruan Xiuyu lowered Zhiyuan, stood face to face with him, and said with a straight face, "You... how can you still laugh!"

Her Danfeng eyes are very beautiful at this moment.

Guo Xiang and Yin Xue suddenly felt a sense of crisis in their hearts, and asked aloud: "Master Qing Hui, who is this?"

Although the woman in palace costume in front of her was older than them, about thirty years old, she had a plump figure, a slender waist, and mature eyebrows and eyes, which suppressed them somewhat in terms of temperament.

Zhang Ming didn't notice anything wrong between them, and introduced: "This is Ruan Xiu, the peak master of the Sanyin Peak of the Hehuan Sect, who once had a relationship with Pindao."

Then, he looked at Ruan Xiu and said, "These two are Miss Guo Xiang and Miss Yin Xue."

Having said that, he asked: "Peak Master Ruan, why do you say that the poor can't laugh?"

This polite address made Ruan Xiu's heart tremble.

That was Nu Yin's throbbing feeling after hearing her master's voice, and it was also the strangeness in this address, which made her feel uncomfortable from the bottom of her heart.

What happened that day, after all, like a dewy marriage, will it disappear in a blink of an eye?

"Hee hee, he doesn't love you!"

"Let's go with the slave's house...the slave's house has everything you want here."

"Fool, don't wake up yet!"

"..."

A misty and illusory voice suddenly came from my ear, suddenly far away and now near, indistinct.

It seemed that a group of people were whispering and shouting around her, but when she looked up, she couldn't see anyone.

At the same time, Zhang Ming, Guo Xiang and Yin Xue also heard various voices.

These voices seem to have insight into their secrets, and every word is tempting their deepest desires.

This is a formation that... directly reaches people's hearts!