Chapter 347: Ziwei Xing Banner, Cutting Down Chunyang with One Sword

"The biggest test is coming!"

Zuo Qingtian's eyes moved away from the broken blood-stained wings that almost occupied all his sight, and then quickly fell on the golden rope that was quietly floating in front of him, his eyes gradually became firm and cold.

At this point, he had no way out, and the only thing he could rely on was the acquired spiritual treasure golden rope that he had just obtained.

And now is the best time.

After all, the primary target of these Pure Yang True Immortals will definitely not be himself, even if he is carrying an acquired spiritual treasure at the moment.

"It's a pity that Yin Guo and the other three have disappeared, otherwise I can distract their attention."

Zuo Qingtian shook his head with regret, thinking secretly.

Came to his senses.

"Fellow Taoists, this is the last chance! Only if we work together can we find a way out!"

His lips moved slightly, but his voice exploded like thunder.

While speaking.

Zuo Qingtian stretched out one hand, directly grabbed one end of the golden rope in front of him, and then shook it vigorously. During this process, the vast immortal power in his body poured into the golden rope as if it was free.

Woohoo!

Heart-pounding cries suddenly echoed in the air.

The golden rope stretched rapidly, rubbing violently against the invisible void, carrying a monstrous and murderous aura, and its target seemed to be directly pointing at the broken wing that spanned the city wall and blocked everyone's way.

The blazing light that burst out directly illuminated the gloomy sky.

At the same time.

Many creatures on the battlefield, including Gong Yu, Qiyuan Alliance Leader and other feathered strongmen, no longer held back at this moment, and black flags appeared on their heads, emitting infinite divine light.

All kinds of Taoist rules, magical secrets, various magic weapons, and all other means, through the magical connection between the small star flags, all the power was integrated and gathered into one, and then followed closely behind the golden rope, sweeping towards the blood-stained wing together.

The invisible air wailed, and then evaporated in a large area, exposing the vast and dark void.

The ground cracked and shook.

At this moment, a series of eyes, some hopeful and some anxious, stared at the blood-stained wing.

Everyone had the same idea: they must succeed!

They didn't ask for much damage to this pure Yang creature, as long as they forced it to retreat so that they could leave.

However.

"Your courage is commendable!"

A teasing sound from the depths of the sky made many Hedao creatures, including Zuo Qingtian, feel cold in their hearts.

The blood-stained wing trembled slightly, and then it slapped the golden rope across the sky and the Dao torrent that followed it. The action was full of carelessness, as if the pure Yang behind the blood-stained wing didn't take the terrible attack that was about to come to its heart at all.

This is indeed the case.

In a ten-millionth of a breath, the wing collided with the golden rope.

An unimaginable force was transmitted along the golden rope in an instant, and along with it came a wave of netherworld aura wrapped in the netherworld's corrosive law.

"Ah!" Zuo Qingtian wailed uncontrollably.

A soul-tearing pain spread along his hand that was firmly grasping the end of the golden rope, and began to spread madly to every corner of his body, wandering wantonly.

It was just a moment.

Zuo Qingtian loosened his hand as if he had been electrocuted, and his body half-knelt on the ground uncontrollably, and the feather crown on his head suddenly shattered.

He raised his head, and his vision became dark red, reflecting an exaggerated scene happening in the air: the blow that contained all the hopes of the crowd not only failed to break through the blood-stained wing, but even the sparse feathers on it could not be hurt at all.

A deep sense of despair spread in the hearts of all the creatures on the battlefield in an instant.

"Is this the Pure Yang giant who is said to be only one step away from immortality?"

In the center of the battlefield, the leader of Qiyuan murmured, and the whole person felt like falling into an ice cellar.

This was the first time he saw a Pure Yang creature take action.

But this was the only time that made him truly understand what it meant to be a Pure Yang that only appeared in a million True Immortals, and what it meant to be a half-step immortal giant.

The feeling of helplessness and despair almost made him collapse.

Afterwards.

The leader of Qiyuan turned his eyes, and then his pupils shrank rapidly, and a terrified expression appeared on his face.

"Brother Zuo Dao, your body!"

As the words came out, a group of feathered strongmen including Gong Yu and Wu Yusheng, and even hundreds of ordinary Hedao creatures, broke free from their daze and turned to look at Zuo Qingtian.

A picture that they would never forget jumped into their eyes.

At this time, Zuo Qingtian no longer had any of the previous smugness.

The flesh on his body was rotting and falling off in pieces, and the power of the Dao that was wrapped around it was being erased by some strange Dao, revealing the jade-white immortal bones.

Unable to hold on for more than two breaths, the immortal bones were once again infiltrated by the power from the Pure Yang, and began to rot at an extremely exaggerated speed.

"I won't die for a while."

Zuo Qingtian raised his head and said in a painful voice.

The two forces of the Tao fiercely confronted each inch of his flesh and soul.

Less than half of his flesh was left on his face, and the buds were growing wildly in it, entangled with each other, rotting and growing, growing and rotting.

Not far away.

"Hiss——, this is the pure Yang creature!"

Seeing Zuo Qingtian's miserable appearance, the four-armed Rakshasa couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. He never thought that even with the help of acquired spiritual treasures, the True Immortal in the stage of eclosion would be so vulnerable in front of the Pure Yang True Immortal.

"Haha, that's natural."

On the side, the nightmare corpse with his arms folded seemed to have expected this situation, and his face did not change at all.

And while the two were talking.

Thick fog quietly enveloped the north gate of the Immortal City, and a golden giant god even crossed the gate that was more than a hundred feet high, and walked straight to the inner city in a tremor.

A gap appeared in the clouds, and a huge eye that penetrated the sky was looming.

Below.

"Ahem, let's start catching fish. I've lived for a long time, but this is the first time I've caught fish in this Paradise Fairy City. It's strange, really strange."

A hunchbacked old man appeared silently on the South Gate Tower. He glanced at the panicked figures in the Fairy City, grinning, revealing a mouthful of sparse yellow and black teeth.

While smiling, the old man put the pipe into his mouth and took a few puffs.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, a flickering spark slowly fell from the pipe in the other's hand, setting off a sky full of divine fire.

The leaping firelight reflected on the old man's face full of ravines, and the shadows squirmed and twisted wantonly, making him look like a bloodthirsty demon that broke free from the seal.

"All retreat routes are blocked! But at this moment, it is also the time for them to relax. The time has come."

A hidden corner.

Qingyun Daoist body appeared, as if talking to himself, or as if talking to a certain existence: "The East Gate is in chaos, and the pure Yang creature has fought with Zuo Qingtian and many Taoist friends, so it will be affected. Maybe it is the best target-"

"Daoist friends, leave from the East Gate later."

Accompanied by the voice.

A barely perceptible plain voice suddenly came from the void beside Qingyun Daoist body: "Got it."

That's good.

Qingyun Daoist body nodded, and then took a deep breath, and his eyes suddenly shone with divine light.

With a thought, a vast and boundless blue world was projected behind him little by little, emitting a trace of extremely repressive aura.

Right above his head, a purple small flag with supreme and noble aura rose leisurely.

Ziwei Star Flag, the real main flag of the small Zhoutian star formation.

At the same time.

Two other corners of the Paradise Fairy City.

As if sensing something, the Dao Body of Cause and Effect and the Dao Body of Water formed seals with their hands, and two purple star banners with noble aura flew out of their Niwan at the same time.

The three purple star banners, in the position of the three talents, rose slowly.

An extremely obscure wave of the ancient stars was about to surge out from the purple star banner.

However, unexpectedly, a pure white fairy sword suddenly flew out from the depths of the fairy city and slashed directly towards the blood-stained wing in the east.

Someone was planning to do the same thing as the Qingyun Dao Body.

"What the hell is this!"

On the roof, the nightmare corpse couldn't help but exclaimed.

The indifference on the other party's face that had always been maintained was completely gone at this moment, replaced by a shocking look that was difficult to describe in words.

The reason was nothing else. Just looking at the pure white fairy sword, the nightmare corpse felt a sharp pain in the center of his eyebrows, as if someone was holding a steel needle and stabbing hard.

A chill that penetrated his spleen and lungs surged from deep within his limbs and bones.

The threat brought to him by the acquired spiritual treasure golden rope was not even one tenth of that of the white fairy sword.

"Bai Yuzi!"

A familiar yet unfamiliar name flashed through his mind subconsciously.

Then, as if reacting, the nightmare corpse hurriedly raised his head to look at the corpse wing master, but unexpectedly saw the horrible scene of the other party's bloody wings being cut off by the pure white fairy sword.

The world was suddenly silent, and only a vast and ancient roar began to echo, revealing a trace of extreme anger and madness.

"A dignified pure yang true immortal... actually had his wings cut off?"