"boom!"

The wind blade attacked and rushed to Zheng Yi, but it seemed to hit a transparent wall.

Suddenly there was a dull sound, and then it exploded into wind blades flying all over the sky and disappeared.

Seeing this, Old Demon Feng hurriedly slapped his storage bag, and several defensive magic weapons flashing with spiritual light appeared around him, protecting his entire body tightly.

Then he looked at Zheng Yi with a smile on his face.

"I guess this fellow Taoist is the Emperor of Dayu. I am Fengyunzi, and I am honored to meet you."

Zheng Yi looked at this casual cultivator with great interest.

He had also heard of this person.

According to the investigation of Master Zhao Xizheng and his Shadow Guard spies spread across the world of Dayu, this person was born on the coast of the East China Sea and is a casual cultivator.

After practicing for more than a hundred years, he returned from an overseas expedition and for some unknown reason he managed to break through to the foundation-building stage.

Afterwards, with the strength of the Foundation Establishment Stage, he unified the cultivation world in the East China Sea, and this has lasted for more than fifty years.

However, this person had already gone into seclusion to practice more than thirty years ago, and there has been no news of him in the world of cultivation.

I originally thought that he had passed away.

Unexpectedly, he actually ran out and set foot on his Tianshou Mountain, trying to seize the spiritual land?
After thinking about it, Zheng Yi said directly: "Old Demon Feng, I don't have time to waste with you."

"My beloved concubine said that since you did not commit any killing in my Tianshou Mountain today, I can spare your life."

"Join our Great Yu Immortal Dynasty and become our Great Yu Immortal Dynasty's worshiper, and today's events can be written off. How do you think?!"

"Join the Great Yu Immortal Dynasty?"

Feng Lao Mo's eyes rolled, and he said, "Of course, no problem. I have always wanted to find a few like-minded people to discuss Taoism together, but I have been alone for decades."

"Now that Fellow Daoist Zheng and Fellow Daoist Tuoba are here, I am overjoyed. How could I possibly refuse?"

"But... I still have a lot of property and disciples in the East China Sea. Why don't you let me go? I will clean up the East China Sea and then come to Tianshou Mountain to take orders. What do you think?"

"Let you go? Your belongings and disciples?"

Zheng Yi looked strange and said, "Tian Shou Mountain is full of spiritual energy. There are eleven peaks, twenty-one spiritual rivers, and countless caves and valleys."

"I can allocate a cave for you to practice."

"As for disciples, we have many talented people in Dayu and we can select suitable disciples for you."

"After you have settled down, I can send someone to the East China Sea to bring back your disciples and family members..."

"you……"

Feng Yunzi's mouth twitched, and he said, "I do have something urgent to do, and I need to go back to the East China Sea."

"Well, I swear to heaven that after I have resolved the matter in the East China Sea, I will immediately return to Tianshou Mountain and wait for your orders, fellow Taoist. How do you think?"

Zheng Yi still smiled faintly, and Feng Yunzi's face became embarrassed, but he still said: "Daoyou, I swore to heaven, you also know that cultivators like me are the most..."

"it is good."

"what?"

"I said, OK."

Zheng Yi said: "Daoyou can leave Tianshou Mountain and go to the East China Sea."

"really?"

"really!"

Feng Lao Mo frowned and hesitated, "What are the conditions?"

"It's very simple. Leave a trace of your soul behind and I will personally condense it into soul fire to prove your intentions."

"Soul? Soul fire!"

Feng Yunzi frowned, and a cold look flashed across his eyes.

Leave behind the spirit and soul and condense the soul fire?
What a joke!
The soul is extremely important to cultivators, especially to those at the Golden Core and Nascent Soul stages and above.

This is because cultivators at this level must use the complete power of their souls to comprehend the spiritual energy and rules of heaven and earth, and then go further.

However, if the soul is damaged, then the perception of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the rules of heaven and earth will inevitably be affected, and it will be difficult to improve one's cultivation.

Therefore, thousands of years ago, only the core disciples or direct disciples of many sects would have a trace of their spiritual power extracted and condensed into soul fire.

This method can remotely monitor the safety and location of disciples and is a means of protecting disciples.

But when the disciple's cultivation reaches the late stage of foundation building or the golden elixir stage, the soul fire will be returned to the soul to ensure that the disciple has a complete spirit and soul, and then break through the realm.

This is the greatest function of soul fire.

But for monks, it has another effect.

It is to control the monks!

There are demonic sects, demonic monks, ambitious people, and so on.

They will forcibly extract the spiritual power of the cultivator, condense it into soul fire, and then manipulate the soul fire with special methods, making the cultivator obey the orders of the manipulator.

It was a method used by the demonic sects or some forces thousands of years ago to control their disciples and followers.

Now Emperor Zhengyong wants to extract his spiritual power and condense it into soul fire, of course it is not for his safety.

One hundred percent, it is to control himself and then achieve the goal of being invisible to others!

Of course he wouldn't agree to this!

With a thought, a sharp crescent-shaped blade began to emit a clear green light.

Feng Lao Mo said coldly: "It seems that Fellow Daoist Zheng is unwilling to let me leave?"

"Oh? When did I say that? That was just Fellow Daoist Feng's wishful thinking."

"Humph!"

Feng Lao Mo gritted his teeth and said, "In that case, let me personally monitor the strength of the Emperor of the Great Yu Immortal Dynasty!"

"drink!"

He roared, and the green crescent blade in front of him immediately shone brightly. A violent gale gathered in it, and the crescent blade also began to spin wildly.

In an instant it turned into a huge gust of wind and swept towards Zheng Yi.

Facing the oncoming strong wind, Zheng Yi smiled indifferently and quickly made a gesture with one hand.

The strange thing is that his handprint looks very strange, shaped like a lotus, and appears to be very weird.

A series of strange waves came along with his spells.

Soon, an illusory white lotus shadow appeared in his hand.

In an instant, the air seemed to freeze and time slowed down.

Zheng Yi floated above Tianshou Mountain with his eyes closed and breathing evenly.

As the magic spells in his hands quietly changed, the void behind him suddenly twisted, and a huge lotus shadow slowly emerged.

It is woven from countless tiny rays of light, emitting a faint glow, which is both sacred and solemn.

The lotus shadow kept spinning and gradually condensed into a ball of blazing white flame. This was the legendary holy fire of purification.

There were twinkling stars in the flames, as if containing the power of heaven and earth.

It is not like ordinary fire. It burns without any smoke or dust, only a sacred breath that purifies the soul.

Zheng Yi opened his eyes, and a ray of light shot out of his eyes, shining brightly with the holy fire of purification.

He shouted softly, and the flame instantly expanded, turning into a white light wave that spread in all directions.

The flame immediately burst into flames when it came into contact with the strong wind.

A large number of wind blades were actually ignited by this strange white flame, spreading and burning rapidly.

Seeing the white lotus shadow and the white flame that could even burn the wind blade's spiritual energy, Old Demon Feng's pupils suddenly shrank and he said in horror: "This, this... the Holy Fire of Purification!"

"White Lotus!"

"You are from the White Lotus!"

"How can it be!"

Hearing the exclamation of Feng Lao Mo, Zheng Yi said indifferently: "The White Lotus Sect? It has been wiped out by us long ago. What's surprising about me knowing the magic of the White Lotus Sect?" After more than ten years of cultivation, in addition to practicing the "Great Five Elements Birth and Death Sutra", he also practiced the White Lotus Sect's skills.

"White Lotus Sutra"!
Even after obtaining Bai Cangmu's storage bag, he also obtained the White Lotus Eternal Life Sect's magical skill, "The White Lotus Eternal Life Sutra"!
The two complemented each other, allowing Zheng Yi's spiritual power to grow rapidly.

At the same time, after verification by both parties, he also mastered several powerful spells.

The Holy Fire of Purification is one of them!

"boom!"

The holy fire was surging, and the storm cast by the old demon Feng was burning at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In other words, the spiritual energy that makes up this storm is being madly invaded by the Holy Fire of Purification.

But within a few breaths, the crescent blade hidden in the strong wind revealed its true appearance.

Zheng Yi pointed in front of him, and a black lightning flashed by, turning into a streak of lightning that broke through the air and almost instantly cut the crescent blade.

"when&!!!"

A crisp vibration sound was heard, and green light and black lightning were seen flashing wildly in the air, almost covering half of the sky.

"Damn it...! Who on earth is this Emperor Zhengyong? How can his cultivation be so strong?!"

Feeling the violent vibrations and pressure coming from all around, Old Demon Feng was filled with shock and bitterness.

He originally thought that Emperor Zhengyong had just entered the initial stage of foundation building. Even with the help of the mountain protection formation and his subordinates, he would be confident that he could fight him for a few moves.

I didn't expect that his strength is so strong!
He could feel the simple fluctuation of magic power was several times stronger than his own!
If he continues to fight, he will not be his opponent at all!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little bit of retreat in his heart.

He doesn't have much time left to live. He is now over 160 years old, and he still wants to live a few more years to pave the way for more descendants of his disciples.

Otherwise, he would not have come out of his meditation and risked such a great risk to come to Tianshou Mountain in the capital of Dayu to fight for this holy place for spiritual practice!

Now it seems that it can only be...

"Click...!"

Just then, he suddenly heard a crisp sound.

At the same time, a sharp pain came from the divine consciousness.

That is... the Wind God Blade that is connected with his mind!
This Wind God Blade was his life-long magical weapon that he had nurtured for hundreds of years. How could it be destroyed so quickly?

“Ka-ka-ka-ka…!”

Before he could react, the Wind God Blade, which had been entangled and colliding with the Thunder and Fire Sword, made a crisp shattering sound again, causing his whole body to shake violently again and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"S-stop!"

"Emperor Zhengyong, I am willing to join the Great Yu Immortal Dynasty. I beg you to stop!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Thunder and Fire Sword, which was still entangled with the Wind God Blade and continued to attack, suddenly stopped.

The Wind God Blade, which had a lot of cracks all over its body, whistled back and was caught by the old demon Feng. He looked distressed and kept stroking it.

Zheng Yi floated over slowly and looked at Feng Yunzi indifferently.

"Dedicate your spiritual power to serve our Great Yu Immortal Dynasty."

"Otherwise, Fellow Daoist Feng Yunzi, you will not be able to leave Tianshou Mountain."

"Ugh……"

Feng Yunzi sighed, looked helplessly at the surrounding environment, gritted his teeth and said: "Damn it, Taoist Tieguan... he has done a lot of harm to people!"

Seeing Zheng Yi continue to approach, he could only smile bitterly and let down his guard.

It wouldn't take much effort for Emperor Zhengyong to kill him.

Now he is like a fish on a chopping board, with no choice at all.

With no other options, he could only say: "Emperor Dayu... I am willing to offer my spiritual power."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his right hand and quickly made a hand gesture, then his two fingers formed a sword and pointed it steadily at his brow.

"what……!"

A suppressed scream came from his mouth.

Half of the people cannot bear the pain of having their souls torn apart.

However, Old Demon Feng was a foundation-building cultivator after all, so he forced himself to endure the pain.

From Zheng Yi's perspective, he only saw Old Demon Feng frowning, and then his face was full of struggle.

After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes.

He pulled hard forward with both hands, as if he was pulling something out.

Soon, a ray of dark light was pulled out from between his eyebrows.

This black light is like a twisted little snake.

Under the pull of Old Demon Feng, it squirmed slowly, looking very strange.

Not long after, a small gray snake about an inch long was pulled out from between his eyebrows and remained in his hand, wriggling slowly.

With the appearance of this "little snake", Feng Lao Mo's face immediately became listless.

It was as if he had fought with the witch from the Hehuan Sect for seven days and seven nights and was extremely weak.

And his entire aura quickly weakened.

He held the little snake in both hands, came to Zheng Yi, and handed it over respectfully with both hands.

"Fellow Daoist... Your Majesty, this item is a trace of my spiritual power. I hope Your Majesty will accept it."

Zheng Yi then nodded, stretched out his hand, and took the soul into his hand.

It was only at this point that he completely let down his guard.

With the soul in hand, Old Demon Feng had nowhere to go and nothing to do.

If he dared to betray himself or hurt himself, he would destroy this soul with just a thought.

At the very least, the patient will be seriously injured and fall into a coma, and his cultivation will never improve at all throughout his life.

In serious cases, it may even lead to death!

"Feng Yunzi, huh?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Don't worry, I am magnanimous and broad-minded. Since you have already submitted to my Great Yu Immortal Dynasty, I will not treat you unfairly."

Zheng Yi turned around and flew towards Lingxiao Palace, and Old Demon Feng hurriedly followed.

"Tian Shou Mountain has eleven peaks. The main peak is my dojo, while Fairy Peak and Canglong Peak are the dojo of the Tuoba family."

"From the remaining eight peaks, Brother Feng can choose any one as your dojo."

"I?"

Old Demon Feng had a strange look in his eyes, and he was shocked and said, "Your Majesty is really willing to... grant me a sacred peak?"

"It's just a sacred peak. What's so shocking about it?"

Zheng Yi waved his hand and said, "As long as Fellow Daoist Feng remains loyal to me, I will not treat you unfairly."

“But let me be frank with you. The Spiritual Peak is only one of the benefits for you foundation-building cultivators. But if Fellow Daoist Feng dies, I will look back at the Spiritual Peak you chose!”

“Of course, if any of your disciples or descendants can break through to the foundation-building stage, Lingfeng can still stay.”

Feng Lao Mo was touched and said quickly: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"Then I will choose... Lotus Peak."

"it is good."

Zheng Yi said indifferently: "Oh, there is one more thing I want to ask Fellow Daoist Feng for confirmation."

"Your Majesty, please speak."

"What is the origin of the Earth Demon Clan? Does Fellow Daoist Feng know?"

"The Earth Demon Clan..." (End of this chapter)