Immortal Emperor's marriage

Chapter 249 Ziyun Sword Master
Jing Wuying paces with his hands behind his back, and various scenes are constantly evolving in the independent region, mysterious and unpredictable, and the Taoism is cleansed. Although it is an independent region and not connected to the outside world, the intercepted power is still terrifying and extraordinary, just like the end of the world. .

Thunder, falling flames, storms, ice and snow and other forces condensed behind him. Such a variety of forces gathered in one body was impossible for ordinary monks to do, but Jing Wuying showed it easily.

In the void, thunder is rolling, falling flames are roaring, storms are rolling wildly, ice and snow are whistling, each power makes different grand movements, like thousands of drums beating together, countless rivers are ups and downs, the momentum is huge and Vigorous.

"This is the end of your road to corpse repair."

Jing Wuying's expression was indifferent, his eyes were calm, and with a single point of his fingers, dozens of different powers shot down, all kinds of brilliance shone on the clouds, colorful, gorgeous and dreamy, like endless punishment from heaven, seemingly beautiful, but Contains boundless murderous intent, making everyone's hearts jump wildly.

That corpse repairer is very powerful, and even An Xiao is no match for him, but Jing Wuying is the first generation patriarch of the Shadow House, and even the king of the Transformation Realm. Fallen fate.

Seeing this, the roe deer became a little anxious, and looked at Zi Taiyuan: "Zimen master, that corpse repairer will soon be killed by Jing Wuying, quickly sacrifice your Ziguangmen's background."

"That person was invited by little friend Luo to help me kill the enemy at Ziguangmen. I will not let him fall."

Zi Taiyuan replied that he has clear grievances and grievances. Although Yuan Xiaozi is a corpse repairer, he does not have normal monk thinking, and it is difficult to communicate with him, but it is true that Yuan Xiaozi killed many people in the shadow building, and he restrained him. With love and reason, he would not let the other party die under Jing Wuying's hands.

The next moment, his right hand trembled slightly, and a small three-inch sword appeared in the palm of his hand, filled with a long purple air, swimming like a dragon, dancing like the wind, and the auspicious rosy clouds curling up, which is very extraordinary.

This small sword is obviously a real treasure, but like the brocade box in An Xiao's hand, it is not a real treasure in the true sense, but is used to seal the foundation.

"Patriarch, it's time for you to show up too"

Zi Taiyuan murmured in a low voice, and pointed at the three-inch small sword, the light was flowing, the smoke was rising and falling, the sword trembled suddenly, and a purple cloud of rosy light floated out.

Ziyun rose upon hearing the wind, soared into the void, and manifested a majestic figure, sitting on top of Ziyun with eyes closed.

The appearance of this figure is not young, but it is immortal, with white hair and childlike face, dressed in a purple wind cloud clothing, holding a white jade cloud dust whisk, carrying a three-foot green peak, without the slightest mortal aura, just like a A hermit monk living in mountains and valleys.

"This is..." the roe deer looked at the old man on the purple cloud, and was taken aback for a moment. The ultimate background of the purple light gate is also a patriarch figure?
"He is Ziyun Sword Master." Luo Jiuxuan replied, and also looked up at the old man with a sense of immortality.

"He is the first generation patriarch of Ziguangmen, Ziyun Sword Master?" Roe Deer scratched his head and thought for a while, but he didn't have much information about Ziyun Sword Saint in his mind. After all, the age difference is too far, and Ziyun Sword Saint Wandering outside, he is not like the founder of the sect, but more like a casual cultivator, who spends his life only seeking the way and sublimating himself, rarely confronts others, and does not leave too many traces in Qingyu.

"Ziyun Sword Saint and Jing Wuying are of the same generation. Jing Wuying's true self has already sat down, leaving only a wisp of soul alive. I'm afraid he is about the same. When the two of them fight, I don't know who will win." The roe deer looked at him Ziyun Sword Master and Jing Wuying stared back and forth.

"It's far away." Luo Jiuxuan held his fan and smiled.

"Who is far behind?" the roe deer asked.

"Mirror Wuying." Luo Jiuxuan said lightly.

(End of this chapter)