He didn't pay much attention to the changes in the surrounding environment.
However, Ancestor Tianfeng felt that something was wrong. After careful sensing, he vaguely smelled a strange fragrance in the air.
This fragrance was like a floral scent, giving people a feeling of immersion when they smelled it.
But now he was flying high in the sky, and even the fragrance of the grass and trees in the mountains below would hardly reach such a height.
Ancestor Tianfeng immediately felt something was wrong, and glanced at the gray light in front of him again. He saw that the gray light vaporized like a bubble and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Not good!
Ancestor Tianfeng immediately felt bad. Ignoring concealing his aura, he quickly gathered the spiritual power of his whole body. With a wave of his hand, a three-foot-long, crystal-clear green ruler appeared in his hand.
As soon as he took out the magic weapon, there was a shock above his head. A dark cloud, as black as ink, appeared in the sky above at some unknown time and quickly pressed down.
Ancestor Tianfeng snorted coldly. The green jade ruler shook, and a large green light and shadow appeared above his head. Countless emerald green rulers formed a thick green light罩, protecting his whole body.
The black cloud pressed down on it, making a muffled popping sound.
Ancestor Tianfeng raised his other hand at the same time, and a black ring flew out. A hollow wind chime sound came from the ring in the sky, which was very pleasant.
The ring rotated, with many cyan small holes on it. On closer inspection, this treasure was a black wooden ring. The wind chime sound came from the holes on it.
Strands of cyan spiritual energy flew out of the small holes and turned into countless cyan wind blades, instantly dispersing the black clouds in the sky.
Fellow Daoist, what do you intend to do by following us?
When Ancestor Tianfeng got out of danger, an icy voice came from not far away.
I saw that in the empty mid-air over there, a gray light flashed, and a flying ship more than ten feet long appeared. Two figures wrapped in black robes stood in front.
Ancestor Tianfeng glanced at the flying ship and recognized that it was some kind of large flying spirit boat. But the aura of the two black-robed men made his face change slightly. They were two Nascent Soul cultivators.
The black-robed man on the left had a tyrannical aura, with demonic energy surging all over his body. He had the cultivation of the middle stage of Nascent Soul, which was vaguely stronger than him.
Ancestor Tianfeng's face darkened, but he didn't have much fear. He glanced at the two black-robed men and snorted.
The two of you are alien demon race fellow Daoists, right? You came to my human race's territory so sneakily. It seems that you have bad intentions.
The two black-robed men had a heavy evil spirit and a somewhat gloomy feeling. Obviously, they were practicing demonic cultivation techniques. But they didn't have the special demonic energy carried by alien demons.
Ancestor Tianfeng couldn't be sure for a while whether the two were alien demons.
Among the alien demon race, there are indeed some cultivators who do not carry special demonic energy, which is basically the same as the human race.
It is difficult to judge the identity of this group of people without obvious characteristics. However, these alien demons without obvious characteristics often lurk in the territory of the human race. The two happened to appear here, and it is most likely that they are going to intercept the target.
"What if we are alien demons? Do you think you can stop us by yourself?"
The black-robed man in the middle stage of Nascent Soul sneered, revealing a pair of sinister eyes, and stared at Ancestor Tianfeng coldly.
While speaking, black energy entangled around this person, and faint black mist emerged from it, spreading to the surroundings and covering more than ten spaces. He wrapped himself and the black-robed man next to him inside.
In the black mist, light and shadow flickered, and more than a dozen vague figures appeared, making it difficult to see clearly like phantoms.
But the spiritual pressure erupted by the black mist was extremely strong, and one could feel a strong demonic spiritual energy coming towards them.
Seeing this, Ancestor Tianfeng's face darkened. "The two of you are indeed alien demon cultivators. You actually want to fight. I will accompany you to the end."
Although the two people in front of him were both Nascent Soul cultivators, one of them was still at the same level as him. It would be a bit disadvantageous to fight. But as long as he delays for a moment, Junior Brother Zhang and Old Taoist Ziyun will come over.
Moreover, Old Taoist Ziyun also notified Old Monster Baihe of Baihe Mountain, and he will come over in a short time.
The green ruler in his hand trembled slightly, and a green glow protected himself, forming a layer of green light.
At the same time, the sound of wind chimes sounded above his head, empty and distant. The black wooden ring full of small holes turned into a cyan light and rushed out.
This treasure rotated rapidly, with strands of cyan aura entwined on it, looking like a cyan halo.
"Go"
Ancestor Tianfeng shouted in a low voice. Countless cyan spiritual lights floated in the air as the wooden ring rotated, turning into cyan wind blades that were about a foot long, and slashed over with a sound of breaking through the air.
This treasure was a wind chime wood that he accidentally obtained a few years ago. He also added several rare materials. It was a newly refined ancient treasure, the Wind Chime Ring.
Now is the time to test the power of this treasure.
The black-robed man's black mist expanded a circle, and quickly flowed into a black wind. A black thing flew out of it.
On closer inspection, it was a black iron rod. It turned into a huge black light wheel, blocking countless wind blades.
The iron rod even grew against the wind at once, growing into a black rod more than ten feet long. With a muffled bang, it directly hit the Wind Chime Ring.
The Wind Chime Ring covered with cyan light was knocked away at once, and it seemed to be at a disadvantage.
However, at the same time as the black iron rod knocked away the wooden ring, strands of cyan light bands were attached to the black rod. It was like a cyan ribbon wrapped around it.
The black iron rod was actually **** in the air and could not be taken back for a while.
Ancestor Tianfeng changed the magic formula in his hand. The Wind Chime Ring that was knocked away circled half a circle in the air, and once again released countless wind blades, attacking the figure hidden in the black mist without hesitation.
"Hmph, high-level wind binding technique, it is indeed a good wood-wind attribute ancient treasure." ,
Seeing the attack coming, the black-robed man's cold snort came from the black mist.
A black light flashed, and a black light wall blocked countless wind blades.
At the same time, a figure rushed out, it was the black-robed man in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. This person roared, and two red palms stretched out from under the black robe, and grabbed the **** black iron rod at once.
The iron rod instantly turned into a flame-like color like a red-hot iron. With a powerful air current, it smashed towards Ancestor Tianfeng.
This blow was not small.
Ancestor Tianfeng did not dare to neglect, his whole body flashed with green light, and the green ruler in his hand waved upwards, and a dazzling green light and shadow blocked him.
With a loud bang, the red rod shadow and the green light and shadow intertwined and entangled together, erupting a terrifying spiritual pressure that swept around.
The mountain tops on the left and right were shaken out of cracks, and a piece of earth and stone collapsed.
Although Ancestor Tianfeng blocked this blow, he also shook all over, and the body-protecting spiritual light on his body became dim and bright. He quickly flashed and moved horizontally from under the rod shadow, not intending to resist it head-on.
The black-robed man laughed wildly, and once again waved the red long rod. Between the flashes of red light, countless red rod shadows filled the sky, pressing towards Ancestor Tianfeng.
The wind chime sounded loudly, and the Wind Chime Ring was summoned back by Ancestor Tianfeng, surrounding his body, and released countless cyan wind blades.
It swept into a cyan whirlwind, wrapping himself inside.
For a time, only red light and cyan light were constantly flashing in the sky, colliding with each other, dyeing half of the sky into cyan and red.
It seemed that the two sides were fighting equally, but Ancestor Tianfeng secretly complained. In the short fight, he found that this alien demon in the middle stage of Nascent Soul was actually a body cultivator.
Body refining cultivators are rare, especially this kind of high-level body cultivator who has reached the Nascent Soul level. Their attack and defense methods are very powerful. He is already at a disadvantage, and the enemy has another Nascent Soul cultivator who has not yet taken action.
Thinking of this, Ancestor Tianfeng did not intend to fight head-on. He only needed to delay them for a while.
Just at this moment!
Ancestor Tianfeng's divine sense detected that the aura of the other black-robed man who had not taken action had become somewhat illusory.
Scanning again with his divine sense, he was shocked to find that it was just an illusion like a clone. He immediately felt bad. While dealing with the black-robed man in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, he was also vigilant around him.
The next moment, Ancestor Tianfeng noticed a small sound behind him. Without thinking, he shook his body and left the spot.
As soon as he moved, the small sound behind him suddenly became louder, sounding like a wind sound.
It was inconspicuous in this fighting environment.
But Ancestor Tianfeng knew it was bad. Cold sweat broke out on his back, and his body turned around instantly, facing the rear. He saw a vague black shadow winding over.
It was actually a three-foot-long purple centipede, with a not-so-strong aura. But it was spitting out a cloud of light purple mist, covering it silently.
The purple mist also emitted a strange fragrance, which seemed to be a layer of poisonous gas.
Ancestor Tianfeng did not dare to neglect, and without hesitation, he opened his mouth and spewed out a ball of white light, turning it into a white jade fan.
This treasure swelled up instantly, turning into a fan about ten feet in size, and waved it suddenly. A white cold wind swept out, blowing away the purple smoke at once.
The cold wind was even more unceremonious, sweeping towards the purple centipede.
The purple centipede screamed strangely and shrank back, revealing the disappeared black-robed man behind. This person was holding a purple orb in his hand. As the purple light flickered, the centipede instantly merged into the light ball.
It seemed that the centipede was not real.
At the same time, this person also threw out a translucent gray long whip, dispersing the wind ball and winding towards Ancestor Tianfeng.
Ancestor Tianfeng shook his body, and without entanglement, he teleported to more than ten feet away, dodging this blow.
However, the wind chime above his head vibrated, and a red rod shadow dispersed the countless wind blades released by the Wind Chime Ring, pressing down with a tyrannical aura.
Ancestor Tianfeng's face sank. If he wanted to avoid this blow again, the black-robed man who threw out the side also rushed over. The long whip in his hand shook, and countless translucent light and shadows blocked the retreat in the upper, lower, left, and right directions.
Ancestor Feng roared angrily, his whole body's spiritual power rose sharply, and he quickly pointed at the white jade fan he had just released.
This treasure flew to the top of his head, growing against the wind, turning into a huge fan, and a stream of wind spiritual power condensed on it, and fanned it fiercely. A white wind pillar several feet wide rushed out, just resisting the huge rod shadow that was pressing down.
With a loud bang, the red rod shadow and the white wind pillar collided together, and a terrifying air wave filled the eyes. The person was blown unsteady.
The white feather fan turned around, shrunk instantly and fell into Ancestor Tianfeng's hand, and fanned it quickly to the left.
Another huge tornado swept over, dispersing the long whip phantoms that blocked the surroundings.
Ancestor Tianfeng flashed, broke free, and his speed was very fast. But a black light flashed in front, and a black shadow blocked his way.
"Old guy, where are you going, where are you going."
The black shadow was the black-robed man in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. This person was entangled in black energy, and the clothes on his body were burst open at once, turning into a two-foot-high red light figure. A pair of crimson fists slammed over.
It seemed that the movement was slow, but in Ancestor Tianfeng's eyes, this person's fist instantly fell on his body.
With a muffled sound, Ancestor Tianfeng's figure was knocked out. Although he was surrounded by countless wind blades and green light and shadow, blocking this blow.
But being hit by this punch, the spiritual power on Ancestor Tianfeng's body was still shaken, and a small half of it collapsed. He could not stabilize his body for a while.
Immediately afterwards, this person even bullied himself up, and the red iron rod was still in this person's hand, waving it vigorously. A whirring, ear-piercing whistling sound pressed over.
Ancestor Tianfeng's face changed drastically, and he quickly operated his skills to stabilize his body. The several magic weapons in his hand shone brightly. The white wind ball and the cyan wind blade formed a wind wall.
He can only resist this blow head-on.
However, the red iron rod, in the hands of the body cultivator in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, shone with spiritual light, and slammed over with great force.
Ancestor Tianfeng knew that the attack released in a hurry could not block this blow. While resisting, his body quickly retreated to the side.
But a piece of purple mist was shrouded around him at some unknown time. With a crackling sound, a series of translucent long whips blocked the way again.
This was naturally the means of another black-robed man.
Ancestor Tianfeng knew that there was no retreat, his face darkened and he roared angrily, a white jade pendant flew up.
This was a jade pendant carved with flying birds, with dim white light on it, and small cracks on it, which looked like an ordinary magic weapon, and it was still a bit broken.
Ancestor Tianfeng showed a trace of reluctance, but he quickly spewed out a mouthful of blood essence, and urged it with the magic formula in his hand. The white jade pendant made a soft sound.
This was a jade talisman inherited from the sect, the Spirit Bird Talisman, which sealed powerful power on it, but it was used once less. If it weren't for the danger to his life at this moment, Ancestor Tianfeng would not be willing to use it.
"Brother Tianfeng, don't panic, Old Dao is here too."
The white light of the jade pendant flickered, but it was not fully activated. A loud voice came from not far away.
Along with the sound, a thick fire light attacked the alien demon in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. With a series of loud noises, this person was temporarily suppressed.
