"Uncle Pan and the others..."

Yan Shouyi, who was riding Sanyuan, couldn't help but look back.

Looking from a distance, the edge of Tianchi Lake has been stained red with blood. One can imagine the tragedy there.

"Lao Pan and the others woke up at the last moment, and they left a name behind them." Jiang Qingxue sighed deeply.

Just now, Sanyuan was almost able to kill the soul of the Imperial Master, but it was destroyed by Pan Shiyi and others.

At this time, there is no point in blaming Lao Pan. They have all paid the corresponding price. This may be God's will.

Pheasant and Mountain Pao looked sad, Erya covered her face and cried:

"Grandpa and Brother Tiezi both died in Tianchi, what should we do in the future!"< br />
Uncle Weng sank into Tianchi, and Tiezi was seriously injured and was corrupted by evil spirits. Now that the national master has completely awakened, Tiezi may not have a chance to survive.

Yan Shouyi and the others were able to leave Tianchi safely, which would have been impossible without everyone's sacrifice.

So Yan Shouyi felt very heavy.

At the same time, his hatred for the Imperial Master has reached its extreme!

"Perhaps the Imperial Master and I are destined to be in conflict with each other. This grudge has been entangled for thousands of years and has not yet resolved!"

Jiang Qingxue also had an ugly expression on her face, and she whispered:

"He was once my master. He knew me well, but I also knew him very well... After the resurrection, the strength of the national master will probably reach a level beyond the realm of mortals. He can no longer He is called a human, but a real fierce god!"

The word god is too far away even for Yan Shouyi, almost beyond his cognition.

Even the old Celestial Master Zhang Yin, who was known as the strongest man on earth, was only called a half-immortal by everyone. But after the resurrection, the Imperial Master was actually evaluated as a fierce god by Jiang Qingxue?

"Mom, is the current Imperial Master the opponent of the old Celestial Master?" Yan Shouyi asked.

The old Celestial Master Zhang Yin was strong enough to be called the ceiling level. Even if the current Yan Shouyi meets the old Celestial Master before his death, he has no chance of winning.

So the Heavenly Master is a measuring standard.

Jiang Qingxue said seriously: "Senior Zhang Yin is very powerful, but you have to understand that the Imperial Master has lived for thousands of years..."

If Zhang Yin can also live In a thousand years, he will definitely be stronger than the national master.

But the problem is that Zhang Yin only lived for more than a hundred years in the end.

　After hearing Jiang Qingxue's answer, Yan Shouyi already had the answer in his heart.

The current national master is already the strongest person in the world. Even Yan Shouyi is no match for him.

He gritted his teeth and said: "We will go down the mountain right now, take everyone back to Rongcheng, spread the content of the second volume of Lu Ban's book and the news of the resurrection of the imperial master, and try to recruit as many helpers as possible. Come back to the Imperial Master to settle the score!"

Since he is no match for him if he fights alone, Yan Shouyi will find a way to gather the power of the entire Xuanmen.

If we don’t kill the Imperial Preceptor, the world will be devastated in the future, and everyone will live under the control of the Imperial Preceptor!

　“Chirp~~~~”

Sanyuan suddenly noticed something and spoke out to remind Yan Shouyi.

Yan Shou looked back and saw black energy rising in the direction of Tianchi, breaking through the sky!

Between the clouds and mist in the mountains, a black shadow is getting bigger and bigger, and it seems to be chasing Yan Shouyi and the others!

“National Preceptor?!”

Yan Shouyi’s expression changed drastically. There were so many people like Pan Shiyi, but they only stopped the Imperial Preceptor for a short time?

At this moment, the tentacles behind the resurrected Imperial Master condensed together and turned into six pairs of huge black wings.

With his wings flapping, his flying speed is several times faster than Sanyuan!

Yan Shouyi also noticed that the Imperial Master's skin was being nourished by the evil spirit and began to rejuvenate. He no longer looked like a dying old man, but turned into a long-haired man with black hair and white temples. Send a middle-aged man!

This is what the national advisor looked like when he was against General Qingjiang!

"Good disciple, Yan Shouyi, don't leave!"

"I have already seen it, the feng shui of Changbai Mountain is good, and it is suitable for your burial!"

"The second volume of Lu Ban's book belongs to me, no one can take it out!!!"

The national master flew in the air at an extremely fast speed, and everyone felt Feeling cold on the back.

Yan Shouyi finally realized what kind of existence the "fierce god" is!

"Sanyuan, speed up and go to Taoyuan Village first!!"

There are dog Taoist priests and Miaoji monks in Taoyuan Village, and maybe Wushenshan who will support them later. If Ji Bing and others can successfully return to Taoyuan Village and everyone joins forces, they might still be able to fight.

Jiang Qingxue finally recovered at this time. She turned around with a gloomy expression, preparing to deal with her former master.

I saw her reaching out from the small bag on her waist and grabbedA handful of small lumps of wood were thrown towards the Imperial Master.

Those small wooden bumps are all the size of a pinky fingernail and are extremely delicately carved wooden birds.

Not even Yan Shouyi can do such a delicate job.

"In the Palace of the Northern Emperor, the clouds and clearings come urgently. The powerful messengers rush to the altar.

The order knocks quickly, the thunder roars and the thunder rushes, the sky is cloudy and the earth is dark, the sun The moon is dim.

All demons surrender and follow as soon as the talisman arrives. Swallow demons and eat ghosts, cut off evil and eliminate evil.

Anyone who dares to violate the black law will be escorted to Sangtong. Sending to hell, eternal calamity.

The long dark night, the sharp edge of the sword, now I break the seal, and all ghosts surrender!"

The wooden puppet Fatian! !

Jiang Qingxue’s move was the unique skill of the descendant of Lu Ban. He drew a huge formation in mid-air. Each wooden bird passed through the formation, and its size instantly grew thousands of times.

For a time, the sky was covered with giant wooden birds, and the length of each wooden bird’s wings was more than five meters!

They have sharp beaks, sharp claws, and sharp eyes, all staring at the national master behind them, vibrating their wings and rushing straight up!

"Haha, what a kid!"

The Imperial Master didn't pay attention to these wooden birds at all. The pair of wings behind him turned into two long knives in front of him. Crazy sweeping and straight slashing.

Each wooden bird was cut in half with a long knife, and then fell powerlessly into the snow in the woods below.

All the tricks Jiang Qingxue knew were taught by the Imperial Master, so no matter what tricks Jiang Qingxue used to deal with the Imperial Master, the Imperial Master was confident in cracking them.

There were more and more wooden birds in front of him, but the Imperial Preceptor still ignored them, but suddenly the Imperial Preceptor discovered that there were so many wooden birds that they could cover the sky and the sun.

He couldn’t even find Yan Shouyi at all!

"It turns out that this is just a trick!"

The national master snorted coldly and planned to cast a spell to defeat all the wooden birds.

But the wooden birds began to circle in circles, seeming to intentionally leave the center space vacant.

In a few breaths, thousands of wooden birds formed a whirlwind in the air, and the outlet of the wind was facing the Imperial Master.

The Imperial Master frowned and discovered something.

I saw a trace of electric snake flashing past at the end of the whirlwind.

Immediately afterwards, lightning with a diameter of dozens of meters rushed out from the center of the wooden bird whirlwind. Even the national master was unable to dodge and was hit squarely!

"The thunder in the palm...is still used in this way?!" The Imperial Master was horrified.