The rainbow that covers the sky shines

Chapter 284 Rich Booty
The god of death and Ditian fought together, and one was the successor of the underworld, a strange existence formed by psychics after the death of an unknown prehistoric figure.

One is the young supreme being of the human race, the proud son of heaven recognized by the source of Taoism.

The two powers are fighting each other, it can be said that the tip of the needle is facing each other, with frequent magic tricks and wonderful scenes!
On the other side, the battle between Fairy Qingshi and Yu Luocha is another scene.

Fairy Qingshi sat cross-legged, her white skirt was spread on the shore, her ten fingers were green and slender, and she twitched the strings of the piano.

The sound of the Tao is faint, like a small river flowing, gently surrounding it.

Yu Luocha strode forward, her eyes were sharp, and her fiery aura rose, her whole body seemed to turn into a sharp knife, cutting off the trickling stream in front of her.

Fairy Qingshi's face was calm, and her temperament became more and more serene and indifferent.

With a light hook of ten fingers, the sound of the piano is ding-dong, as if it is raining in spring.

The highest good is like water, and water is good for all things without fighting.

The stream cut into countless sections by the blade rises from the clouds and turns into rain, and falls with the wind, moistening things silently.

Yu Luocha was surprised to find that her invincible sword had become sluggish, as if she had fallen into a quagmire, sinking more and more.

"Sure enough, there is a way!" The blood-colored pupils shone brightly, and Yu Luocha was provoked to fight!
锃!
The bloody twin knives were out of their sheaths, and the sharp knife aura swept across the four directions like a hurricane, tearing even the tiniest raindrops.

Fairy Qingshi's eyes were solemn, and she plucked the strings a little faster.

The wind is impermanent, the clouds have no form, between the wind and the clouds, the light rain is already torrential, like the Milky Way rewinding, overwhelming the world!
Yu Luocha suddenly felt heavy pressure, pervasive and omnipresent.

Shen Ning's saber swayed slightly, as if it couldn't withstand the torrential downpour.

Gently, she closed her eyes.

Hold your breath, calm your breath, and concentrate.

His eyes opened suddenly, and the blood-colored knife was as bright as the scorching sun, breaking through the heavy rain curtain and dispelling the dark clouds that filled the sky.

Fairy Qingshi's body shook slightly, her head was full of black hair, and she solemnly said:
"Fellow Daoist has a strong saber intent, which Qing Shi has only seen in his life. I can't completely control the power of the next song, fellow Daoist, be careful!"

Yu Luocha nodded slightly: "Please!"

Fairy Qingshi took a deep breath and pressed down with her ten fingers.

The sound of the piano sounded again, but it was not as fast and violent as before, but it became lonely and sad.

The autumn wind is rustling, and the fallen leaves are falling.

When the great sun is in the sky, it will inevitably fall to the west, and all things will inevitably decline when they are at their peak, and the breath of silence will fill the world.

Yu Luosha's heart was as firm as iron, and she was not moved by this artistic conception, but when she caught a glimpse of her hair blown up by the wind from the corner of her eyes, her pupils suddenly shrank!
The originally red and satin-like hair is gradually withering and yellowing from the tips, like grass ushering in late autumn.

She felt it quietly, and found that a trace of undetectable vitality in her body was quietly passing away, overflowing between the heaven and the earth.

"Asura is immortal, the sea of ​​blood will last forever!" Yu Luocha softly shouted, unfolding her own vision.

An endless sea of ​​blood rose from behind her, and the bloody aura was overwhelming, blocking the ubiquitous power of withering glory.

Let time fly by, spring and autumn come, and the sea of ​​blood will last forever!
Fairy Qingshi changed her technique again, and the sound of the piano was clear and clear, just like the coming of winter, Xiao Han is chilling!

Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloomed.

The invisible fairy sound turned into substance, and the endless snowflakes formed a storm, each piece was enough to cut gold and jade, and freeze the ground three feet.

Jade Raksha let out a long cry, and his blood and energy surged up like a raging fire.

She danced the bloody double swords into a whirlwind, endless layers of light from the swords, like a gorgeous fire lotus, blooming enthusiastically among the ice and snow.

Zheng!The strings broke suddenly, the wind and snow dissipated, and the scorching sun returned to the world.

Fairy Qingshi gently wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of her mouth: "I am defeated."

The blood-colored blade sliced ​​across her temples, cutting off a few strands of black hair.

Yu Luocha stood with her saber closed, her face was not happy, but she frowned tightly:
"Why stop, I can feel that you still have stronger moves that have not been used!"

Fairy Qingshi sighed softly: "Four seasons flow, and all things are born and died.

It is true that I still have a move to use, but you have retained your strength.

As soon as the last song comes out, you and I will probably die together, but there is no enmity between us, and there is no need for life and death.

This time we are not as good as others, and the twelve white lotus will be handed over to you. "

Yu Luocha was very dissatisfied, the feeling of stopping suddenly in the middle of the blow made her feel aggrieved to death, but the opponent had just voluntarily stopped and was injured, and she was too embarrassed to take advantage of his danger, so she could only put away the knife in resentment.

Feng Jinghong was currently studying the buds of the twelfth-grade white lotus, but he was also paying attention to the battlefield.

Hearing Fairy Qingshi's words, she couldn't help secretly praising her kindness.

There were still two people on my side who hadn't made a move, and Ditian and Fairy Qingshi fell into a bitter fight just because of Yu Luocha and Death God.

And judging from Feng Jinghong's random strike before and his status in the entire team, there is no doubt that he is the strongest one.

Even if Fairy Qingshi and Ditian were able to defeat their respective opponents, they would definitely be seriously injured. When Feng Jinghong made another move, the two of them would still be dead.

What's more, the two of them have not gained the slightest advantage in the battle so far, and the chance of winning is really not high.

This woman clearly felt that her side had no chance of winning, so she simply retreated and took the initiative to show weakness.

Judging from the self-contained aura that Feng Jinghong showed before, he must be a very proud person. In this way, he shouldn't make things difficult for the two of them anymore, and it's a good plan!

Seeing that Yu Luocha had withdrawn her saber, and Feng Jinghong didn't say anything, Fairy Qingshi breathed a sigh of relief, she knew that she had made the right bet.

Letting go of her worries, Fairy Qingshi turned her gaze to the other side's battlefield, with a hint of undetectable worry in her eyes.

The reason why she surrendered so simply was because she sensed that Di Tian's situation was not good.

On the surface, Ditian and Death God seemed to be evenly matched, but she saw something deeper.

Ditian's physical body, mana and secret techniques are not inferior to the opponent, but there is a faint feeling of being restrained.

The "Three Realms Reincarnation Sutra" that Ditian majored in is an extremely profound emperor-level scripture, which involves the mysteries of time and reincarnation.
However, the effect of the omnipotent secret technique is greatly reduced when facing the god of death. There is a mysterious power in the opponent's body, which invisibly weakens the effect of Ditian's secret technique.

The advantages of this situation become more apparent over time.

She had already foreseen Ditian's defeat, but she didn't stop the opponent's fight, because that was the greatest insult to a young Supreme.

Now she only hopes that Ditian will not be too stubborn later, and that he can save his life.

The development of the matter was exactly as she expected, the battle went on for [-] rounds, Di Tian was finally defeated by the god of death, he was stabbed with a scythe, his face turned pale and he fell down.

Death's blow not only pierced his body, but also froze his soul.

The victory and defeat have been divided, and the god of death has not pursued it again.

Fairy Qingshi stretched out her sleeves and brought Ditian into her arms, a white light shot out from between her brows, unsealing Ditian's frozen primordial spirit, then she looked at Death God and said:

"Thank you, fellow daoist, for your mercy!"

The god of death looked cold: "I want the scriptures he practiced!"

He found that Ditian's inheritance was very similar to his own, and it should have been left by a certain master of the underworld.

If you can get it, you will definitely make yourself go one step further!
At this time, Feng Jinghong also spoke: "It is fine to let you go, and leave the source of Dao behind!"

Fairy Qingshi looked at Ditian, who was ashamed and said nothing, and hadn't recovered from the blow of defeat.

Fairy Qingshi sighed and comforted softly, and it took a long time for the emperor to recover.

He fixedly looked at Feng Jinghong: "Who are you guys? Why have I never heard of it?"

He never expected that he would be defeated by someone else's follower, it was more uncomfortable than killing him!
Feng Jinghong said: "My name is Feng Jinghong, and I came across the ancient road of mythology."

Di Tian was slightly taken aback, as if he remembered something: "In the battle organized by the gods ten years ago, there was a rumor that there was a demon clan who used the body of a saint to kill the holy king, and that person was you?"

Feng Jinghong nodded lightly: "Not bad!"

Both Ditian and Fairy Qingshi looked stunned, and Ditian murmured:

"When I heard those news ten years ago, I thought it was the Yaozu who were spreading rumors, but I didn't expect it to be true..."

It's not that he is small-minded and unwilling to admit that others are strong, but that those records are really outrageous!

A sage chops up a sage king as a vegetable, but do you think you are the reincarnation of a fairy king?There must be a limit to bragging and building momentum!
"In this life, there is such a monster as you..."

Di Tian shook his head and sighed, took out a few balls of light on the spot and handed them to Feng Jinghong, and passed on the ancient scriptures he had repaired to the God of Death, and then left without saying a word with Fairy Qingshi and three followers.

This man, who was supposed to be invincible for most of his life on the ancient road, left so early in this life.

Feng Jinghong got some sources of Dao, and she was in a good mood.

Ditian gave a total of four shares, plus the five shares he got before, exactly nine shares.

It is said that the unity of the source of the nine strands of Tao can evolve into a shocking fairy treasure, and I can finally try it myself!

Over the years, in order to achieve this goal, he didn't use the source of dao to practice much. For this reason, he was often complained by Jade Rakshasa and the gold-eating beast. After all, two of the five sources of dao belonged to them.

Now, it's time to let these two soil turtles know their foresight!
(End of this chapter)