It is said that after advancing to the God Transformation, you will suffer a disaster of the Five Elements every thousand years.

The golden wind erodes the body, the wood poison invades the soul, the weak water drowns the spirit, the heavenly fire burns the heart, and the earth reincarnates.

If you cannot resist, your body is eroded by the golden wind, all your magic power will disappear; if your soul is invaded by the wood poison, your soul is scattered and you will never be reborn; if you are drowned by weak water, your mind is dull, like wood and stone; if your mind is burned by the sky fire, your mind is stupid and crazy; if you are dragged into the cycle of reincarnation by Houtu, you will be ignorant of your mind, eliminate your memory, and your magical power will be gone, and you will be reincarnated again.

The goal of this cultivator is to make himself a golden erosion gourd have the characteristics of a golden wind disaster, and everything will not be destroyed.

It is a bit too early to say this now. After the monk let the gold-eating gourd blow out the breeze, he used all his strength to control the shield to resist Yin Tianjiao's attack. As long as he could block the breeze he had worked hard to refine would naturally erode his limbs.

It was a long story, but from Yin Tianjiao's pounce on him to release the breeze and summon the shield, it was only a breathing time. Then, Yin Tianjiao's claws grabbed the shield hard.

However, the shield that had high hopes was not blocked by Yin Tianjiao for a moment and was torn apart by his claws!

The shield was broken instantly, and the monk immediately faced Yin Tianjiao. At this time, the breezes had not yet taken effect, but Yin Tianjiao had waved his claws again and grabbed them hard.

After all, this cultivator is in the Nascent Soul Stage. At this critical moment, he instantly stimulated the magical powers and teleportation techniques that only Nascent Soul Stage monks can use.

With a flash of his body, he appeared hundreds of meters away, looking at Yin Tianjiao who was waving in vain in surprise.

Immediately afterwards, he was shocked to find that the figure of Yin Tianjiao, who swung his claws in the air, was gradually dissipating, and disappeared from the spot in a blink of an eye.

Afterimage?

Then his original appearance is...

As soon as this thought came to his mind, a very thin sound of breaking through the air came from behind his ears.

After all, he is only in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul stage, and the two teleportation techniques must be at least three breaths apart, but now he has not even had one breath since he used the teleportation technique last time!

Almost without time to think, his magic power was activated with all his strength, driving him to pounce forward and suddenly.

But no matter how fast he was, the sound of breaking through the air behind his head was like a bone-attached gangrene and could not get rid of it. And it was getting closer and closer. He could even feel the stinging pain of sharp claws pricking the back of his head.

Suddenly, the sound of breaking through the air in his head suddenly stopped. The monk did not dare to hesitate and flew forward hundreds of meters before he dared to turn around.

I saw a mirror with ancient patterns hanging in the air. A beam of light shone on the mirror, covering Yin Tianjiao and holding it in, like an insect solidified in amber, unable to move.

The monk wiped the back of his head in a daze. Sure enough, his hands were covered in blood. If the mirror came a little slower, he might have been penetrated by his head. Thinking of this, he bowed to the monk who was in charge of the mirror with gratitude.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Song, for helping him."

However, there is no such thing as teammates avoiding injury in this world, and this mirror cannot be finely controlled to ignore the level of these breezes, so his breeze can only be fixed in the light column together.

Before Song Peng could say something, Yin Tianjiao, who should have been fixed, suddenly moved his eyes. Then, he shook his arms with force and actually got out of the trap. There was also a crack on the ancient mirror, and a long crack broke out.

"Hehe, just a broken mirror, you actually want to trap me?"

After laughing sinisterly, Yin Tianjiao moved his body and rushed towards the broken mirror.

Song Peng quickly took back his magic weapon. This mirror is a special magic weapon. If he fights head-on, he may not even be able to touch the low-grade magic weapon.

Seeing him withdrawing the mirror, Yin Tianjiao turned around and was about to pounce on Song Peng. Then, the Buddha's chant sounded, and a huge light golden palm suddenly appeared, grabbing Yin Tianjiao.

Master Zhikong held one hand and held the other hand on his chest: "Amitabha, since donor Yin has died, why bother to return to the world in this posture? Let me save the donor and send the donor to reincarnate as soon as possible."

Yin Tianjiao scolded angrily: "Shut up! The bald donkey stands and speaks without a pain in his waist. How can you know what happened to me in Zixiao Sect? If all the god-transformed cultivators in your sect are destroyed, and your own sect is exiled into the endless void. I don't know when I will return. Would you be willing to die?!"

Master Zhikong frowned: "You Zixiao Sect? Who is the real leader of Zixiao Sect, you and the donor Yin just now?"

"Is there any difference? He is me, I am him. We are one, but that guy never admits me. He also wants to suppress me with a talisman and dream!"

After saying this, Yin Tianjiao seemed unwilling to say more. His eyes suddenly shone with blood, and his roars continued, and he forced open the light golden hand.

After flying out of trouble, Yin Tianjiao gave up Song Peng and rushed towards Master Zhikong.

Master Zhikong slapped out one palm after another. Each palm was slapped out, a dark golden hand would slap Yin Tianjiao.

Whenever the palm was slapped, Yin Tianjiao would stretch out his claws and tear his palms apart, but the first palm had just been torn apart, and the next one came one after another, like an endless river, continuous.

After tearing a dozen palms apart one after another, Yin Tianjiao finally became impatient. He stopped his hands and let the light golden palms hit him one by one.

After a moment, a mass of blood-colored smoke began to emit from the surface of his body, covering his entire body. After a moment, the blood mist gradually dissipated, and his body completely changed.

Originally, he still retained the appearance of a human being, but now, he was wearing a set of hideous armor on his body, his hands were covered with claws, his face was covered with patterns like talismans and patterns, and a blood-red sharp corner like a sharp blade appeared between his eyebrows, and a cold light shining, which was breathtaking.

If you look closely, the armor and claws are also covered with strange patterns, like talismans and formations.

The previous Qingfeng was completely blocked outside the armor. Yin Tianjiao didn't even mean to break it up and directly ignored it.

He raised his head, Yin Tianjiao smiled grimly, paused under his feet, and rushed out.

The light golden hand that he had to tear apart with his claws just now pounced on him again, but it seemed like he had hit the tofu, and it was directly penetrated.

In the blink of an eye, Yin Tianjiao crashed into a series of palms and came to Master Zhikong. He stumbled his right hand and stabbed his heart.

However, the moment before his claws penetrated Master Zhikong's heart, the cassock on his body suddenly lit up and bulged, blocking his claws. Then, the cassock automatically fell off his body and tightly wrapped Yin Tianjiao up.

Immediately afterwards, the monk in the moon-white Taoist robe flew over, pointed his hands like swords, and slashed his eyebrows with a false eyebrow.

"Heart Sword·Soul-Slaying!"
Chapter completed!