"Two junior brothers, these two jade slips are the magic tricks of the two magic weapons of the imperial envoy."

As he said that, Dongmentu took out two jade slips and handed them to the old man surnamed Fang and the old man surnamed Lu.

"Oh? There are actually special magic tricks for the commander? These two magic weapons must be very extraordinary. It seems that fellow Taoists from Dongmen have prepared for a long time."

The ancestor Linghu watched the three of them communicate, but did not stop him, but only showed a strange smile on his face.

After hearing what Linghu Zu said, the people from the six sects behind him looked very bad.

The demonic people gathered so many Nascent Soul cultivators, and the old demon Hehuan came out personally and brought treasures. If it weren't for the ancestor Linghu who broke through the late stage of Nascent Soul, these would probably be prepared for them.

The East Gate Map, the Old Demon of Hehuan and others were indifferent to the actions of the Old Ancestor Linghu to win over the hearts of the people. Anyway, the Five Sects of Yue Kingdom could not turn to their devilish path.

Besides, the late-stage cultivator Linghu, it is almost inevitable that they will unite near Huangfeng Valley and there is no need to worry about it.

A few quarters of an hour later, the old ancestor Linghu finally felt impatient on his face and asked loudly: "Fellow Taoist Dongmen, can you regard my kindness as your unscrupulous bargaining chip? How long will you teach this mere magic weapon? "

Seeing this, Dongmentu frowned and responded: "Why should Fellow Daoist Linghu be so anxious? I'm over now."

Then he turned his head and said to the old man surnamed Fang. The old man surnamed Zhou: "Two junior brothers, I have done everything I can for my brother. Whether I can survive depends on your own."

When the two old men nodded, the sound transmission from the East Gate Map sounded in their ears again—

"Two junior brothers, the old monster Linghu is already a great monk. Remember, you can teach you the secret method of burning your soul to me in a while. Do your best. Don't be negligent, otherwise you will be the life you are waiting for!"

The old man surnamed Fang and the old man surnamed Zhou looked at each other and saw the solemn expression in each other's eyes.

In fact, there is no need for a reminder from the Dongmen Map. Even if they face the late-stage great monks in the early stage, how dare they be negligent even if they are prepared enough?

"very good."

Seeing that the old man surnamed Fang from the East Gate Map and Lingbeast Mountain had finally made preparations, the ancestor Linghu turned around and said to the Five Sects of Yuanying on the Flying Boat: "Please ask all fellow Taoists to withdraw a hundred miles away."

He looked at the demonic people again and said, "I would like to ask fellow Taoists Hehuan to take all the fellow Taoists from the demonic path to retreat a hundred miles away."

Dongmentu frowned and asked with a skeptical look on his face: "Fellow Daoist Linghu, why did you ask me to withdraw from a hundred miles away? Could it be that you want to break the contract?"

"Hahaha, joke, I am a great monk. I will agree to this one-step agreement to sell the face of fellow Taoist Hehuan. Dongmen Laogou, who are you worthy of questioning me?"

"you!!!"

When Dongmentu heard the old ancestor Linghu scolding him so bluntly, his old face suddenly turned red.

After all, he is also the great elder of the Yuling Sect of the Demon Dao Sect. Even the first person in the Demon Dao, Hehuan, has to give him some shame. Have you ever been insulted in person in person like this?

But when he saw the fierce ancestor Linghu, Dongmentu gritted his teeth and finally swallowed the breath back.

In the end, the demonic people were like monks in the five sects, and honestly retreated a hundred miles away.

After confirming that all the irrelevant people were far away, the ancestor Linghu looked at the old man surnamed Fang and the old man surnamed Zhou indifferently, and smiled: "Don't say that I won't give you two opportunities, you can use them first."

When the two brothers saw that the ancestor Linghu was so arrogant, they didn't be polite to him. They slapped the spirit beast bags on their waists, and more than a dozen rays of light flew out.

These dozens of flowing lights turned into more than a dozen spirit beasts with different shapes and powerful auras. Almost each of them had an aura intensity that was nearly the late stage of the Golden Pill. The strongest one was a giant eagle covered with ice blue, and almost half of its foot had entered the Nascent Soul stage.

Then, the old man surnamed Fang took out a small golden shield, a small green banner, and a small silver tripod. Each piece was shining with a precious light, obviously powerful.

Driven by his magic power, the golden shield soared into the air to about a meter, blocking the heads of the two of them; the green banner emitted a hazy green mist, covering the figures of the two of them; the silver cauldron flew to the top of the two of them, and a silver curtain of light hung down.

The old man surnamed Zhou did not have as many defensive magic weapons as his senior brother. A yellow sword flew out of his palm. The sword's inspiration flashed into a tiger with wings.

Then he took out a red bead from his arms, poured his magic power into it, and turned into a fiery red light cover, covering another layer of the silver light curtain, covering the two of them.

These methods make the ancestor Linghu amazed. He is worthy of being the dark son of the Yuling Sect, the Great Demonic Sect, arranged in Yue Kingdom. Each of these treasures is very extraordinary. In addition, the expense of cultivating so many golden elixir spirit beasts is even more valuable than before he defected to the God King.

Just when the ancestor Linghu was shocked by the two of them, they also took the last resort.

The two of them pinched the magic tricks with their hands, and then a black air surged on their faces, and their aura surged. They instantly rose to the peak of the early stage of the Nascent Soul, almost at the mid-stage level.

The ancestor Linghu not far away was shocked. The Yuling Sect has a deep foundation. It actually has such a powerful secret method to fight for life?

The two people in the fog didn't care about the surprise of the ancestor Linghu, and a large amount of magic power was poured into the East Gate Map and handed them to them for their lives.

Both of them were thrusting their hearts, spewing out several drops of essence and blood in their hearts, and with the powerful magic power, they penetrated into the bronze ancient lamp and broken stone stick.

"Cry!!!"

A black flame ignited on the bronze ancient lamp. With a sharp chirping, it turned into a black firebird with wings spreading for several feet. The firebird was filled with a terrifying high temperature, and the surrounding space was burning with a faint crack.

"Roar!!!"

And there was a roar from the damaged stone stick. The image of the old turtle carved on the stick flew out and turned into a giant with a turtle head and human body as high as three meters. It pulled it up and held the same skyrocketing stone stick in its hand.

At this moment, the ancestor Linghu was completely unable to calm down. These two magic weapons were actually extremely rare treasures of spirit! And the quality was absolutely extraordinary!

Driven by the two early monks, they can even stop them even if they are really enemies with the great monks.

A drop of cold sweat broke out from the forehead of the ancestor Linghu, and he secretly regretted that he should not be so greedy for money. If he really failed to fulfill the order of the God Lord, he would probably not be able to be good this time.

With a sudden gritted teeth, the ancestor Linghu was full of magic power and grabbed the five giant dragon shadows in the distance...
Chapter completed!