Soul Ferry: My master is Uncle Jiu

Chapter 497 What capital do you have to bet with me?

Looking at the Yellow Eyebrow King who seemed to have no idea where his confidence came from, An Yan stared at him straight in the face until the Yellow Eyebrow King felt a little uneasy. Then he slowly said, "What capital do you have to bet with me?"

"Do you think you can escape from here today?"

"Remove the purple mark on me. For the sake of the Buddha from the East, I can let you go."

The Yellow Eyebrow King's face changed drastically.

Oh no, I met someone who knows how to use his brain.

Tang Sanzang, who was still wondering what the other party was going to bet on, reacted immediately.

Yup!

The initiative is in their hands, so why should they gamble with this monster pretending to be Buddha?

To strike first is to be strong, but to strike later is to suffer disaster.

Seeing that his plan had failed and the Holy Saint had not shown up yet, the Yellow Eyebrow King had no choice but to bite the bullet and take action.

Taiyi Jinxian mobilized his magical power and swung a huge golden cymbal from the air towards everyone.

The golden cymbal shone brightly, emitting a force of suppression, which was quite extraordinary. This was one of the reasons why the Yellow-browed King had confidence. The magic weapon in the hands of the Buddha from the East was quite extraordinary.

The moment the golden cymbals opened, An Yan felt that his body was fixed by an invisible force and could not move, which was very terrifying.

If he had not invited Sanxiao and Xuantan Marshal Zhao Gongming today, he would probably have suffered a great loss.

As the youngest of the four, Bi Xiao snorted coldly, "If it was the Buddha from the East who was here, I might be a little bit afraid of this magic weapon."

"Get out of my way!"

Bixiao waved his sleeves, powerful magic power surged, and the aura of the Golden Immortal was everywhere, as if it was going to crush the world.

Even though this force was not directed at An Yan and the others, they still felt as if they were suffocating.

This is Da Luo!
The reason why people like Guanyin have never dared to attack An Yan is not because they are afraid of him, but because they are afraid of the people behind him.

Otherwise, An Yan would have been sent to reincarnation long ago.

The huge magic power poured out like a tsunami and collided fiercely with the golden cymbal.

With a loud bang, the majestic Little Leiyin Temple was instantly reduced to ruins, and countless little demons pretending to be Bodhisattvas and Buddhas were killed or injured.

Under the horrified gaze of the Yellow-browed King, the golden cymbal was knocked away and landed on the top of the mountain.

With a loud bang, the towering mountain was broken in half, like a pillar of heaven collapsing and smashing heavily to the ground.

In an instant, the earth shook and a violent wind blew.

"If you don't want to die, do what he says."

Bixiao took a step forward, like a female war god, with unparalleled dominance, as if she was ready to kill the Yellow Eyebrow King on the spot if they disagreed with her.

During the Conferred Gods Battle, Bixiao was the first of the Three Sisters who lost control of herself, as she had the most violent temper.

The might of the Golden Immortal is coming!
The Yellow-browed King is now in a state of grievance that he cannot express in words.

The problem is that the Saint didn’t tell him how to remove the purple mark!
At this point, he can only fight to the death.

He didn't know how to remove the purple mark, so he was doomed to die anyway.

"Fairy Bixiao, you are going too far!"

"go with!"

The Yellow-browed King threw the human bag and covered Fairy Bixiao's head with it. A terrible suction force emanated from the mouth of the bag.

This human bag is a magical weapon far more powerful than the golden cymbal. Even a Daluo Jinxian can be harmed by it if he is not careful.

After throwing out the bag of human race, the Yellow-browed King ran westward without looking back.

As long as he returns to Lingshan, he will be safe.

Upon seeing this, An Yan immediately chased after him. Without his two magic weapons, wouldn't the Yellow-browed King be at his mercy?
As for Bixiao, after seeing the human race bag, he immediately took out the Golden Dragon Shears.

Two golden dragons swirled and intertwined, their heads intertwined like scissors, their tails twisted like legs, and they followed the suction force to cut the human race bag. With a tearing sound, the human race bag was immediately cut apart, and the torn human race bag immediately lost all its effectiveness and fell from the air like a rag.

"Where do you want to run to, Yellow Eyebrow King?"

An Yan used the Golden Light and Shrinking the Earth into an Inch skills at the same time, and transformed into a ray of golden light to block the Yellow Eyebrow King.

Seeing that only An Yan was catching up, the Yellow Eyebrow King did not hesitate. He wanted to end the battle quickly and immediately took out his weapon, the mace, and said, "Damn Taoist priest, get out of my way!"

"Remove the purple mark from me!"

An Yan swung his whisk, which turned into a giant sword in his hand and pointed it directly at the Yellow Eyebrow King.

"Then go to die!"

Faced with life and death, the Yellow Eyebrow King ignored the advice of the saint and just wanted to fight his way out immediately.

The mace flashed with black light and made a low roaring sound like a hungry wolf. It contained supreme magical power and even shattered the space.

"Now that you've lost your golden cymbals and your human bag, how much strength do you still have?"

"Just surrender and capture me!"

An Yan was not afraid at all, he was invincible among those of the same level.

Even if Erlang Shen came here, he would have the confidence to do so.

The Peach Blossom Sword Technique, which originated from the Fairy Sword World, has been transformed into a terrifying supreme killing technique in An Yan's hands. A tragic aura emanates, and a scene of a bloody immortal appears behind him.

Carrying rolling purple divine thunder, the edgeless giant sword blasted forward and collided with the mace.

At the moment of collision, the mace flew out of the Yellow Eyebrow King's hand.

An Yan attacked in rage without holding back. He struck with the giant sword and continued to chop.

The Yellow-browed King was finally afraid.

And since the Holy Saint has not appeared for a long time, I am afraid that I have been abandoned.

Thinking of this, the Yellow Eyebrow King, who didn't want to die, shouted, "Don't you want to know who gave me the Purple Qi Glazed Bead?"

The falling Wufeng giant sword paused, and An Yan placed the giant sword on the shoulder of the Yellow Eyebrow King, and said expressionlessly: "Tell me! Who is it?"

Just as the Yellow-browed King was about to open his mouth to speak, boundless magical power emerged from his head and formed a giant palm that covered the sky and slapped down.

Yunxiao and Zhao Gongming in Xiao Leiyin Temple, their faces changed the moment this momentum appeared, and they took action immediately.

"Hunyuan Jindou!"

The Hunyuan Golden Bowl was thrown out, and its terrifying power even collapsed the sky. This was only affected by the aftermath, the real target was the giant hand that covered the sky.

An Yan's face changed drastically and he immediately drew his sword and fled away.

The Yellow-browed King thought that it was the Holy Saint who came to save him, and just as he was about to show joy, his expression immediately turned into fear.

He saw the Hunyuan Golden Bowl and the Zhatian Giant Hand collide and explode above his head, and a destructive force came crashing down.

The Yellow-browed King never expected that despite his hard work, he would end up being sent away by his own people.

Even though An Yan flew away immediately, the fight between the Golden Immortal and the Quasi-Saint was so terrifying that they caught up with him in an instant.

Just when An Yan was about to call Xiao Ling for help, Zhao Gongming appeared in front of him, and with his great luck and magic power, he blocked the aftermath for him.

The owner of the giant hand that covered the sky seemed to just want to kill people and had no intention of getting involved too much. After being smashed by Yunxiao's Hunyuan Golden Bowl, he calmed down and did not attack again.

"Fellow Taoist, are you okay?"

Zhao Gongming looked at An Yan.

"Thank you, Marshal Xuantan, for saving me. I'm fine. It's a pity that King Huangmei died."

An Yan sighed.

(End of this chapter)