No one knew that His Holiness had taken action just now.

Taiyi opened his spiritual consciousness to explore in confusion, but his spiritual consciousness did not catch any useful information for him. On the contrary, his doubts became a lot worse.

Venerable Chuiyun watched with a blank expression. In his eyes, there was nothing praiseworthy about this sword, it was just the Venerable's ordinary performance.

It only made him a little surprised that the weapon spirit standing in front of the formation quickly resisted. Although this resistance seemed to be separated from the light of Master Fuyao's sword.

"Is this the potential of the heavy treasure weapon spirit?"

…

Tu Shanjun's face was solemn, and this trick was yet another demonstration of His Majesty's skill.

It seemed like only a breeze passing by, but in fact, there were already rough waves under the sea. The fish, shrimps, turtles and turtles turned into blood under the strangulation of that light, and then took advantage of the wind and merged into the boundless evil energy above.

This sword seemed to have carved out a new world.

No, he can do it without a knife, he can use any weapon or even his own fist.

This is the Venerable's control over heaven and earth.

In the sky where the Venerable is, whatever creatures you want to die will die, and whatever creatures you don't want to die will not die.

Master Fuyao used the Tianpeng Sword simply because it was his Taoist weapon. Even such powerful monks still need treasures with them, because they are not facing weak ones, but beings of the same level or even more powerful.

Tu Shanjun felt the flow of nature, his eyes full of gloom and heavyness.

Compared with the Venerable's transcendent methods, the small world he created using his magic power was like a paper lake.

Give it a gentle poke.

It will open a big hole.
Chapter completed!