Chapter 202 Second Form, draw

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"Nine Rings Immortal Banner!"

"So it's the treasure that Changmei Zhenren protects her!"

"Now, Fellow Daoist Zhu is invincible! Fellow Daoist Red-haired, it's dangerous!"

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Although the Nine Border Immortal Banner is not as good as the Caiyun Immortal Barrier, Zhu Mei is much higher in cultivation than the Yu sisters. With his magic power, unless the Red-Haired Ancestor has some special means to exert force in an instant and blow it up, there is no chance of victory.

The short old man Zhu Mei did not waste it. After the Red-haired Ancestor was forced to retreat, the Demon-turned Blood-Divine Sword inspired by the second soul, the light barrier disappeared immediately. At this time, Zhu Mei took out another three-edged short stick half a foot long, covered with countless patterns, and the slight glow was faintly thrown away and hit the Red-haired Ancestor.

Zhu Mei is also a treasure that was refined by the ancient golden immortal Guangchengzi, called Liangyi Fenguang File. This treasure was discovered when he was exploring a ruin of Guangchengzi. At that time, there was also a Tiandeng Mirror that was found together, which was given to Master Fo Xia's disciple Zhu Wen to resolve the hatred of the three generations.

As soon as the Liangyi spectrometer spectrometer was released, two black and white light needles were shot out from one end, with a large number and rapid speed. They looked like two black and white light streams, which were hundreds of feet long and wide, with serrated teeth around them, like an ancient god crocodile, which opened a huge kiss and bit the red-haired ancestor.

Seeing this, Zhong Yuan had to admit that the Emei Sect’s thousand-year savings were indeed not comparable to its own short-term plunder. "It seems that collecting treasures is a long-term plan, and there cannot be a moment of slackness!"

The red-haired ancestor was not afraid of this. He swung his sleeves and a black flag flew out. It was the poisonous banner of the Heavenly Demon. The demon clouds rolled, layer by layer in front of him. At the same time, an extremely majestic demon god rushed out from it, roared to the sky, and stepped forward.

The sound was like a thunderbolt, piercing the sky, clenched his fist with his big hands, and swung his arm, without fear of the power of the Liangyi light-dividing file, and smashed it straight over.

"Bang--"

With a earth-shaking loud noise, one of the huge demon god's arm was completely destroyed, and the Liangyi spectrometer was hit and flew backwards, and the two black and white light flows deflected towards others.

Zhu Mei hurriedly stopped. Although he also understood that there were experts there who would block this attack and no one would be injured by accident, this represented an attitude.

Although he was furious, he was not stupid yet. He knew that he had no chance to become the lord of one side, so he could not offend fellow Taoists at will.

During the moment when Zhu Mei closed and regrouped, the big flag beside the red-haired ancestor swayed, and a bright black light poured on the demon god. With a "cracking" sound, the destroyed arm grew out again. Moreover, judging from that posture, Kong Wu was even more powerful.

The two of them showed their unique abilities, and the battle was extremely fierce. However, when they took action, they did not have the slightest sense of fireworks. They seemed to be very calm and plain, and they had not yet taken out their real skills.

Sometimes, the sword light of the Heavenly Demon's Blood-turned God's sword surged, breaking through the ban, killing the general, Zhu Mei blocked it with the Nine Rings Immortal Banana; sometimes, the power of the sword wheel transformed by the twelve banana leaf swords was greatly exerted, tearing through the demon cloud, but was blocked by the colorful light transformed by the flying crossbow of the Hundred Poison Smoke Lan;

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When fighting against Earth Immortal Masters, especially when fighting against Earth Immortal Masters who are not very different and have equal matches, there will often be no result after a few days or nights.

The battle between the Red-haired Ancestor and the short-skinned Zhu Mei quickly lasted for more than an hour, and the scene was still extremely fierce, and no one could weaken the momentum. Seeing this, Zhong Yuan stepped forward and said to the Ascetic Head, "Fellow Ascetic, fighting like this is not a solution. How about the draw between the two sides?"

"The abacus of Master Zhong is too good! Fellow Daoist Zhu's cultivation is obviously above the red-haired Daoist. If you continue to fight, the one who will not support it will be the red-haired Daoist!" The short old man Zhu Mei has the Nine Rings Immortal Banner to protect her body, and it is obvious that she has a victory or defeat. How could Ascetic Head Tuo agree?

"This ascetic fellow was a little arbitrary!" Zhong Yuan immediately shook his head and refuted, "In terms of magic power cultivation, perhaps the Red-haired Senior Brother is indeed a little inferior, but the Red-haired Senior Brother has cultivated the Great Asura immortal body and his magic power recovery ability is first-class, far above the fellow Taoist Zhu.

By this calculation, it is still unknown who will win in the end! According to my idea, the Red-haired Senior Brother has a better victory!"

"Since Master Zhong is so confident, why don't he let them continue to fight and end the draw?" A hint of sarcasm appeared on the face of Ascetic Head.

"If possible, do you think I don't want to?" Zhong Yuan replied without hesitation, "But if you fight for ten days and half a month in a battle, where are the fellow Taoists from all over the world who are here to witness? The fellow Taoists from all over the world can come to give us face to Hongmuling and Emei Sect. If they delay their major affairs, it will be our sin!"

As soon as this statement was made, countless monks kept their heads in a row. Although they might not have anything to do, they were respectful of them, so they were naturally happy.

Some people even speak out or directly advise the ascetic.

When he saw this, Ascetic and Tsai Taku was speechless again. At this moment, he was a little annoyed by himself. He was always full of lotus flowers and was unparalleled in words. Why did he be restrained everywhere when he met Zhong Yuan without any satisfaction?

Unfortunately, no matter how angry the Ascetic Taku was in his heart, the great trend that had already achieved would not flow back, so it changed. Therefore, after a moment of silence, Ascetic Taku tried his best to suppress the annoyance in his heart and calm himself down as much as possible, and said, "What do Master Zhong want?"

"In my opinion, we might as well limit the duration of each battle to three days and three nights. If the winner has not been decided within such a time, it means that the tea fragrance of the fighting power of both sides seems to have them ended here, with a draw as the result of this game. The ten days should not have too much impact on all fellow Taoists." Zhong Yuanli said in time.

"I think it's OK, it's very fair!" Qin Yu spoke again.

As soon as he said that the heads or leaders of various sects such as Wudang half-way old nun, Linglingzi, Kunlun friends, Poison Dragon Venerable, Jiu Panpo and other sects agreed.

Such support naturally made Zhong Yuan very happy. At this moment, he seemed to be filled with the infinite fortune of heaven and earth, carrying the boundless trend. At this time, he took advantage of the situation and asked, "Fellow Taoist ascetic, do you think it's so good?"

After hearing the question, Ascetic Tauduli had a kind of* who released the invisible sword energy of Taiqing Xuanmen to dismember Zhong Yuan. However, in the end he endured it and replied indifferently, "All fellow Taoists think it is feasible, so the old monk naturally has no objection!"

"That's good!" Zhong Yuan pointed his head and said with a smile, "Then let's wait and see the result of the second game!"

Although the Red-haired Ancestor and the short-skinned Zhu Mei were fighting fiercely, with their cultivation, everything they encountered was naturally within their perception. They naturally knew very well that Zhong Yuan and Ascetics were able to "discuss" the rules.

At this time, although the two of them had a very long time to fight three days and three nights, they could no longer understand in their hearts that if the surprise troops did not advance and would continue to fight like this, the draw would probably be a foregone conclusion.

The Red-haired Ancestor, because this sword fighting involves his own wealth and life, naturally did not dare to neglect the slightest bit of neglect. Therefore, he continued to fight like this, while secretly accumulating momentum, while observing Zhu Mei's omissions and flaws.

Although Zhu Mei did not have the pressure of the Red-haired Ancestor, the anger accumulated in his heart also needed a refreshing victory to vent. Therefore, he was the same and was not willing to give up.

Of course, they are unwilling to give up, and there is another important reason, that is, they think they still have enough killer weapons to conquer the world at certain critical moments.

Time is like a long river, roaring violently, rushing forward.

The sun rises and the sun sets, and the black and white rotates.

Soon, the battle between the Red-haired Ancestor and the short-haired Old Man Zhu Mei reached the last night.

During this period, the junior disciples watched their battles with great interest, and those with high understandings and even had many insights, and their combat power was greatly increased invisibly. However, those masters above the Earth Immortals couldn't help but feel chewing. Because, in their opinion, this battle was too "pseudo-dollar" and without any passion.

However, when the moon was once again at the height of the sky, the spirits of these masters were highly concentrated. Because they knew very well that the two were unwilling to give up because they had the last trump card in their hands. Now, there was not much time left, and if they didn't take action, there would be no chance.

And this final attempt was the final result of the battle between the Red-haired Ancestor and the short-skinned Zhu Mei.

Sure enough, in just a moment, suddenly, the second soul of the Red-Haired Ancestor suddenly appeared, holding two Heavenly Demon Blood-Transforming Divine Swords, poured in all his magic power without caring, swept the sword light across the world, and took all the magic weapons of the short old man Zhu Mei. At the same time, the Red-Haired Ancestor himself shook, one, two, three...

Five exactly the same red-haired ancestors flew out from their body. Each of them held a blood-transforming Shura Banner in their hands. Together with their body, there were six. In an instant, they stood in their own position and shook the flag in their hands. The Shura blood-transforming array was about to be arranged.

The short old man Zhu Mei originally wanted to give the Red-haired Ancestor a ruthless move at the last moment, so that he could not fight back and finally gain the upper hand. However, suddenly, he saw that the Red-haired Ancestor showed off such a killer move. No matter how hard the Red-haired Ancestor's immortal body had just begun, it could not last too long, and he would not dare to let the formation complete.

If the formation arranged by the six earthly immortals is not concerned about the consumption of vitality, it will definitely be enough to seriously injure yourself in a short period of time.

Thinking of this, Zhu Mei did not dare to neglect the slightest. The killer weapon she had always retained finally lit up, but it was a Bodhi seed the size of a marble, round, crystal clear and golden.

This treasure is called Jin Bodhi, which is the rosary of Master Yizhen, the owner of the Thousand Corpse Cave of Moer Cliff in Dagulang Mountain. After the blessing of several generations of eminent monks and masters, it can be called the ultimate treasure for the subjugation of demons and everything will be destroyed.

There are 18 of this thing in total. The short old man Zhu Mei borrowed ten from Master Yizhen. He was originally intended to deal with the demon corpse Gu Chen and the blood god Zheng Yin. However, in this danger, he had to use it.

While the void had not yet collapsed and the passage of the underworld had not yet been opened, the short old man Zhu Mei raised his hand and stood up. When he raised his eyes, he saw extremely dazzling golden light. No matter how ordinary earth immortals were, he dared not open his eyes and looked directly. He could only use his soul to sense the next situation.

Immediately afterwards, a loud bang made the soul unable to help but the sound of thundering sounds. The void where there were faint cracks suddenly disappeared.

When the golden light in the sky was closed, everyone suddenly realized that the red-haired ancestor and the short-skinned Zhu Mei were not injured, but their aura was a little turbid. Obviously, it was not an easy task to launch such a killer move.

The six red-haired ancestors each occupy one area. Although the blood energy of the blood-transforming Shura Banner in their hands was a bit thin, they still fluttered in the wind, making noises, emitting an extremely powerful aura.

And Zhu Mei had already appeared in her hand an exact same golden bodhi appeared again, and she was about to make a move.

For a moment, only the "hula" sound of the flag waving sounded again.

After a while, the Red-haired Ancestor suddenly said, "What if we stop fighting between you and me? I think, if we continue like this, it will not only be difficult to get a result, but it will also end up in a loss-making situation, which is very worthless."

"Since the Red-haired Taoist said that, let's stop like this!" Zhu Mei also knew that as long as the Red-haired Ancestor's formation did not disperse, he would throw out all the golden bodhis, and the other party would not be injured. At this moment, he no longer had any unnecessary entanglement. He set off the time and put away the golden bodhi in his hand.

Seeing this, one of the red-haired ancestors shook his body and stood in time. The other red-haired ancestors turned into a blood light, and rushed into his body with the blood-transforming Shura Banner and disappeared.

Zhu Mei returned to the camp of the Emei Sect, bowed to the Ascetic and Tsaitao, and smiled bitterly, "Brother Ascetic and Tsaitao, I have failed your expectations and I have not won this time!"

The short sor Zhu Mei is a die-hard ally of the Emei Sect. What can the ascetic head of the sect say when he sees this? He can only smile and say warmly, "Is this the fault of fellow Taoist Zhu? It's really because the battle time is too short, otherwise fellow Taoist Zhu will definitely win!"
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