Martial Uncle Azure Lotus.
As Zhang Yunxi called him that, all the black mist began to fluctuate violently.
It was obvious that the Supremacies hidden in the black mist were not calm at all.
"It's a variant of the seventh-grade Creation Green Lotus, the Azure Sky Lotus."
"Could it be Heavenly Venerable Azure Lotus, Chu Longhe? Retreat!"
Streams of black mist instantly exploded, and the Supremacies turned into shadows and fled in all directions.
Because they knew very well exactly what this jade-green lotus before them represented.
He was one of the few lords in the entire Eastern Wilderness that they could not afford to offend!
The Nascent Soul cultivators were extremely fast, and they were already far away in the blink of an eye.
But at that moment, a chuckle rang out in the air.
"How dare you touch my Martial Niece. You still want to run?"
As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen flames suddenly shot out from the green lotus.
Those flames were the color of jade, crystal clear, and very beautiful.
They suddenly pierced through the sky and shot toward the clouds of black mist.
In a few breaths, they caught up to all the black mist.
...
The jade-green flame suddenly exploded, igniting the black mist and enveloping it.
Instantly, a series of shrill cries rang out from the black mist.
In an instant, all the black mist was burned to ashes, and the Supremacies in the mist were also completely burned to ashes.
Following that, the emerald flames swept up the storage rings and flew back to him.
All the flames gathered together and gradually formed a human figure.
That person appeared in front of everyone. It was an old Taoist priest.
He had white hair and a youthful face, and he wore an Eight Trigrams immortal robe.
He had a warm smile on his face like a Perfected Immortal.
Of course, that was if his hands were not full of storage rings.
This otherworldly expert's persona could be more realistic.
Zhang Yunxi heaved a sigh of relief when she saw the old Taoist priest.
Although this Martial Uncle in front of her was famous for not doing things properly.
She had to admit that his strength was at the top even in the entire sacred ground.
With him around, the Divine Firmament Drager Pendant was finally safe.
The old Taoist priest's figure flashed, and he instantly appeared beside Zhang Yunxi.
He kicked out. "Don't be afraid, Xi 'er. This chicken can't hurt you."
...
Boom!
The old Taoist priest's kick did not look very profound, but it was terrifyingly powerful.
He kicked the Golden-Winged Great Roc Eagle's wing and sent it flying hundreds of feet away.
The golden roc feathers were stained with pure golden blood as they floated down from the sky.
The golden-winged eagle's eyes were filled with shock and fear. "How is this possible?!"
One had to know that the Golden-Winged Eagle Clan had three powerful killing weapons.
Firstly, their sharp claws could tear through the void.
Secondly, their sharp beaks could pierce through everything.
The third was their wings, which gave them the fastest speed in the world.
Moreover, the wings of the Golden-Winged Eagle also possessed great offensive power.
Their wings were covered with feathers that were harder than black iron, like peerless divine blades.
In battle, the wings of the Golden-Winged Eagle could be used as blades.
In the Roc race's inheritance, there was even a blade technique that could be performed with wings — Heavenly Roc's Nine Slashes.
This was supposed to be a pair of unstoppable killing weapons.
But at this moment, its wings were broken by a human cultivator's kick.
To the noble Golden-Winged Great Eagle Clan, this was a great humiliation!
…
"Human, you have infuriated me!
"You will be the first Soul Formation cultivator I have killed since I came to Eastern Wilderness!
"Taste the first slash of my Heavenly Roc's Nine Slashes — Slashing Mountains and Rivers!"
The Golden-Winged Eagle flew into the sky, and its huge body emitted a dazzling light.
A huge divine blade that was a hundred feet long appeared in the sky and slashed toward the old Taoist priest.
Wherever the blade passed, even the void was shattered.
Just like the name of this slash — Slashing Mountains and Rivers.
If one could cultivate this slash to the extreme, it would definitely not be an exaggeration to say that one slash could shatter mountains and rivers!
The old Taoist priest looked at the huge Golden-Winged Eagle in the sky with a serious expression.
"It's the king of the Southern Border Eagle race, the Golden-Winged Eagle.
"Such a good ingredient. How should I cook it?
"This is really giving I a headache!
"Never mind, I'll just capture it first!"
…
The old Taoist priest took a deep breath and rolled up his sleeves.
He stared at the Golden-Winged Eagle in front of him and suddenly reached his right hand into the sky.
"Taste my Tinder Body Tempering Divine Power — Chicken Catching Palm!"
As soon as he said that, the void above the layer of clouds started to distort.
The body of the Golden-Winged Eagle, which was a hundred feet long, was shrinking rapidly.
"No, how is this possible? Old Taoist priest, you know the Space Divine Power, Sky-Shattering Palm!"
The Golden-Winged Eagle's eyes were filled with shock and fear. It felt that it had encountered a tough opponent.
The old Taoist priest licked his lips, and his right hand was still slowly reaching forward.
He curled his lips. "What Sky-Shattering Palm? This is called Chicken Catching Palm.
"Golden-Winged chick, you better come over here!"
As soon as he said that, he suddenly clenched his right hand.
Suddenly, the space around them shrank rapidly.
The Golden-Winged Eagle was forcefully compressed to about one foot.
It looked like it really was the size of a normal rooster.
In the sealed void, the Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle was constantly struggling.
Its voice was extremely sharp. "Nonsense, this is obviously the Sky-Shattering Palm!"
The old Taoist priest curled his lips. "You're just a dying chicken. Why are you fighting so much?"
...
With that, the old Taoist priest took out a golden iron rod from his back.
He sized up the Golden-Winged Eagle as if he was studying how to cook ingredients.
Instantly, the Golden-Winged Eagle panicked. "How dare you kill me? I'm the son of the Eagle race's Third Elder.
If you kill me, my father will definitely not let you off! "
The old Taoist priest was slightly stunned, and a worried expression appeared on his face. "Your father? How old is he?"
The Golden-Winged Eagle snorted. "My father is 5,000 years old and half a step into the Sage stage.
"You dare to hurt me? Aren't you afraid of provoking a war between the Eagle race and the Divine Firmament Sacred Ground?"
The old Taoist priest was deep in thought. "A 5,000-year-old chicken. Its meat is probably not tender!
Sigh, looks like when your father comes looking for you, you can only be used to make soup. "
The Golden-Winged Eagle was stunned, and its golden wings suddenly stood up. It was furious.
This traitor, this madman, he actually wants to capture my father to make soup too!
It didn't even have the time to complain before it turned into a deep sense of fear.
That was because the old Taoist priest had already carried that iron rod over.
He grabbed the Golden-Winged Eagle and flipped it over.
Then, the golden rod suddenly stabbed toward the Golden-Winged Eagle's lower body.
The old Taoist priest said, "You're quite tender. Bear with the pain."
The Golden-Winged Eagle said, "No, no, ah!"
...
Screech!
The tragic cry of the Eagle resounded in the sky and then stopped abruptly.
The old Taoist priest turned the grill and used the green flames to roast the Eagle.
He glanced at the surrounding void and smiled. "Since you guys did not attack me, I will let you go.
"Leave one million spirit stones for each of you, and I can let you go."
"Otherwise, I will tear open space myself and ask for it from you."
As soon as he finished, the surrounding void collapsed, and it started to rain.
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