Chapter 1059 Conflict

Seeing that Yuan Zhouzi looked wrong, Ye Chunyang's eyes narrowed slightly, and Fu Peng and his wife became very vigilant.

The other party's weird smile made people shudder.

"I have to say that you guys are really naive. Until now, you still thought you could become my enemy. But since you think you have a chance of winning, you might as well look at the situation clearly before talking about it."

Yuan Zhouzi chuckled and said to himself.

Fu Peng raised his eyebrows. Before he understood what the other person meant, a chill suddenly hit his back. At the same time, Xiao Yanyu's loud reminder came to his ears: "Be careful!"

"Zila" sound!

A yellow light broke out of the ground under Fu Peng's feet, and swayed upwards like lightning. Even though he dodged very quickly, a ferocious blood mark was still wiped out on his left arm, and blood flowed out.

At the same time, a figure replaced the place where Fu Peng originally stood, holding a dark gold Zen staff and chanting the Buddha's name with a smile.

"Master Ku Rong, you!"

Fu Peng looked at the person who suddenly took action, with disbelief on his face.

This person turned out to be Master Kurong. He never expected that the other party would suddenly turn against him and attack him.

"You bald donkey, you actually colluded with Yuan Zhouzi, and my husband and I never found out about you." Xiao Yanyu couldn't help but cursed in shock and anger.

"Amitabha, what Daoist Xiao said is wrong. I just made some deals with Elder Yuanda. As long as I win the two positions, the agreement between me and him will be completed. How can we call it a conspiracy?"

Master Kurong touched his bare head. He seemed honest and honest, but his smile was extremely sinister.

"Hmph! Although I don't know what benefits Yuan Zhouzi promised you, do you really think that he will really do what you want? If my husband and I cannot escape today's disaster, I'm afraid it will be Master's turn next You, not to mention that the master alone wants to take down my wife, which is too loud. If we really fight, it is not sure who will win. "

Fu Peng sneered coldly.

Master Kurong's eyes flickered, and he was obviously moved by Fang Peng's words, but soon his expression returned to normal, and he said with a sinister smile: "What will happen to me, I don't need to bother my fellow Taoists, but the two of you are here today. I'm afraid I can't get out of here. To be honest, I don't want to go on a killing spree as a monk. How about you two kill yourself?

"Thieves and bald donkeys, don't even think about it!"

Xiao Yanyu was furious, she opened her mouth and spat out a green wooden sword and flew out, and when she pressed the magic formula, it made a sweet sword sound.

Fu Peng also had a gloomy look on his face, and with a flick of his sleeves and robes, a large area of ​​brilliance swept out, promising a showdown with Master Ku Rong. At this time, he looked sideways and found Ye Chunyang standing still there, and couldn't help but said: "Fellow Daoist Ye, you and I are in the same boat right now. Why don't we join forces to kill Ku Rong, the bald donkey, and then deal with Yuan Zhouzi together, otherwise If so, I’m afraid none of us will be able to leave here alive.”

Ye Chunyang frowned, his eyes flashing with light.

But before he could answer anything, there was a burst of contemptuous laughter in front of him, "I'm afraid you, fellow Daoist Ye, won't be able to join forces with you. He is already a dying man, so how can he help you?"

As soon as these words came out, Fu Peng and his wife looked startled and looked at Ye Chunyang in confusion.

He was indifferent, still standing there with his eyebrows furrowed, not knowing what he was thinking in his heart.

Fu Peng frowned and no longer placed hope on Ye Chunyang. He looked at Xiao Yanyu and activated his magic weapon to attack Master Kurong.

Immediately, the light rays intertwined, and the flying swords, Zen staffs and other equipment and magic weapons collided together, forming bright light groups like fireworks and exploding. Every impact made the stone chamber shake.

Facing the two men joining forces with Peng and his wife, Master Kurong did not show any fear at all. He continuously fired various Buddhist techniques in his hand, and the dark golden Zen staff flew up and down, and they were even fighting each other.

Fu Peng was surprised to see Master Kurong being so powerful, but his offensive did not slow down at all, and the three of them immediately started fighting each other.

Elsewhere, Ye Chunyang did not say a word under the gaze of Yuan Zhouzi, nor did he move at all. He just glanced at the fight between Fu Peng and his wife and Master Ku Rong, and a dark color flashed in his eyes, but in the end he remained silent. No more words.

"Ye Chunyang, I know that you are not an ordinary person. For the sake of Yan Chen and that girl Yuan Mei, I can spare your life, but you must destroy your magical powers and have your soul sealed by me, and you will not be allowed to appear in the world of immortality from now on. Otherwise, you will not escape death no matter what today."

Yuan Zhouzi's faint words came from the front, as if he were a human emperor, aloof and full of contempt for Ye Chunyang.

"The self-destruction magical power, the soul is sealed by you, you are so tolerant."

Ye Chunyang raised his head, looked at Yuan Zhouzi, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He has never relied on anyone, and he has never compromised with any strong force. It would be crazy for Yuan Zhouzi to try to force him.

"So you are unwilling to agree to my conditions?" Yuan Zhouzi's smile slowly faded, and a cold light shone in his eyes.

Ye Chunyang smiled and said nothing.

"You don't think that I really don't dare to kill you, do you? Even if I make a move today, even if Yan Chen asks afterward and I push him four, five, six, what can he do to me?" Yuan Zhouzi said solemnly.

Ye Chunyang shook his head and said: "Elder Yuanda is very careful in his calculations. Ye admires him. It's just that Ye feels sorry for Senior Brother Yan that he can confide in such a despicable person like you."

"rat?"

After hearing this, Yuan Zhouzi seemed to have heard some kind of funny talk in the world. He raised his head and laughed. Then he looked at Ye Chunyang with a mocking face and said: "It seems that fellow Taoist Ye is more naive than the two of them. I have lived for nearly two years." Thousand years old, my life span is about to end, what does it matter to me what others think? Moreover, there is no good or evil in the world of immortality, and there is no right or wrong, only absolute interests. Don't think of killing two monks of the same level as you. , and once escaped from Nangong Xie's hands, you can become my enemy. I am not Nangong Xie, and this is not the Qianxu Sect. If you refuse to obey today, next year's day will be your death sentence. "

"Sorry, Ye doesn't know what the word "submission" means. Why don't you ask Elder Yuan Da for advice?" Ye Chunyang was noncommittal to Yuan Zhouzi's threatening words.

"I have given you a chance, but it seems that you are a stubborn person. In this case, I will send you to heaven!"

Yuan Zhouzi looked gloomy.

I saw him kneading the secrets with one hand, reciting some weird and obscure spell in his hand, and then pointed his finger at Ye Chunyang in the air, and an invisible wave quietly emitted.

Seeing Ye Chunyang standing there without moving away, Yuan Zhouzi sneered even more.

But then his face hardened, and he looked at Ye Chunyang with a hint of confusion. The other party did not move under his spell, and seemed to have no impact at all.

"What's going on? I clearly planted a forbidden curse on his natal sword Yuan Shang. As long as the spell is cast, the sword will be destroyed immediately and people will be killed. Why is there no change?" Yuan Zhouzi looked gloomy.

At this moment, Ye Chunyang said: "Are you looking for the three-yuan curse left on my flying sword?"

"How do you know the Three-Yuan Curse?" Yuan Zhouzi's face suddenly changed.

"Oh, it's a coincidence. Not long ago, thanks to the generosity of the great elder, I discovered the spell in the scripture pavilion of a nobleman. I learned a few things on a whim. Just now, when the great elder returned the flying sword, Ye Mou was slightly I noticed it, so I wiped it off." Ye Chunyang said with a faint smile.

"Impossible! The Three-Yuan Curse is the top-level spell of my Yuan clan. There is no trace after it is set. This method is hidden deep in a secret place on the sixth floor of the Sutra Pavilion. I will only give you one month. In that time, you may not even be able to read the first level of scriptures, let alone the sixth level?" Yuan Zhouzi said with a look of shock on his face, clearly not believing it.

Ye Chunyang smiled and didn't explain much.

Seeing his calm expression, and realizing that the forbidden spell he set on Ye Chunyang's flying sword had no response at all, he couldn't help but believe it, and his face looked a little ugly.

"On the fourth floor of the Sutra Pavilion, most of the secret arts of my Yuan clan are occupied. You have actually learned the Three-Yuan Curse, and you must have mastered all the other secret techniques. It seems that in order to win over you, I used to read the Sutra Pavilion. Yue’s condition is really wrong.”

Yuan Zhouzi spoke quietly, but his eyes showed murderous intent bit by bit, and he pressed Ye Chunyang directly, "But it doesn't matter, you will be a dead person soon, no matter how much you know, it is useless, boy, just accept death!"

Before the word "death" came out, Ye Chunyang suddenly felt the ground under his feet shaking violently. A series of vicious cracks like a thousand-legged centipede spread rapidly centered under his feet, while a strong wind blew above his head, and a large palm of several feet transformed by spiritual power separated the air. Press it, and all the surrounding spiritual energy will be swept away.

Ye Chunyang's eyes flashed with coldness, but the expression on his face did not change. After a flash of spiritual light on his body, it turned into a shocking rainbow and shot out, while eighty-one flying swords surrounded him upwards.

As soon as the magic formula was activated, the Great Thousand Sword Formation suddenly took shape, and the sword rain rustled down from the sky, defeating Yuan Zhouzi's big hand in one fell swoop.

But before he could stand upright, a sudden cold air came from behind, and figures flashed wildly. Yuan Zhouzi arrived behind him at some unknown time, holding a dark green hill in his hand, wrapped in spiritual flames, and with a wave of his hand, he struck hard at him like a mountain bearing down on him. Come.

Ye Chunyang's face changed wildly, and he quickly slapped the Qiankun bag with one hand, and a spiritual talisman flew out. In an instant, the fire was bright, and waves of hot fire filled the air crazily, sweeping towards the hill.

It was the fire edict previously carved with the Tianyuan Lu pen.

"Huh?"

Yuan Zhouzi was suddenly shocked and found that after the magical talisman appeared, Xiaoshan's offensive was blocked and stopped in mid-air. Its power should not be underestimated.

But Ye Chunyang did not make any pause after offering this talisman, put away the eighty-one flying swords and rushed towards the stone chamber door.

Seeing this scene, Yuan Zhouzi's eyes flashed with sarcasm. This stone room had already been banned by him. Unless he was a late-stage Nascent Soul monk at the same level, no one could break through it.

But just when he had this idea, his face hardened again, and he saw a golden lotus appearing out of thin air at the stone door. It seemed to be held by someone, but no one could be seen, and this golden lotus was rising with a majestic force. Under the pressure of mana, he quickly circled around the restriction. In the next moment, the restriction shrouded in the stone room was silently lifted.

At the same time, Ye Chunyang blasted open the stone door with one palm, put away the golden lotus and escaped without a trace.