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As he spoke, Sun Tu's body shook slightly, and his magic power shattered the entanglement of Han Yu's blood incarnation and the power of thunder star Rose.
A middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a purple robe embroidered with white clouds appeared.
When Han Yu saw this person's appearance, he immediately compared it with the ancestor Ziyun in Yunxuan's memory.
It turns out that the god-transformation monk from Sizhou Xiaotiandi is here!
Han Yu would naturally not be able to explain the question asked by Patriarch Ziyun - should he help him answer his doubts, gain experience and lessons, and do it more perfectly next time?
Wangyou Sanren didn't answer, but just shrouded his consciousness.
This Taoist priest has wide robes and long sleeves, and his spiritual consciousness and magic power are lingering around him. When there is no fight between them, it is impossible to see more of the truth.
Divine consciousness reminded Han Yu: "Do you want to attack this Taoist priest directly?"
Han Yu nodded slowly: "Since the other party is here, let him stay!"
Wangyousan raised the jade flute in his hand, and the sound of the flute rippled like water waves.
Seeing that the two people on the other side refused to answer, the Ziyun Patriarch yelled and killed, and then he snorted coldly.
He raised his hand and two magic weapons appeared in front of him.
A snow-white smooth whisk, and a wide-mouth bottle as green as jade.
Ancestor Ziyun held the fly whisk in his hand and flicked it toward the sound of the flute.
The sound of the flute is like running water meeting a solid stone, parting in the middle.
Although the Wangyou San people immediately controlled the sound of the flute and attacked the ancestor Ziyun again, there was no doubt that they used more magic power.
"It seems that the magic weapons of the god-transformation monks in the Four Continents Small World are stronger than those in the Five Domains?"
This thought flashed through Wangyou Sanren's mind, and he informed Han Yu with his spiritual consciousness.
Han Yu was a little surprised. He took another look at his Black Water Auspicious Treasure Urn, and suddenly felt that this was also reasonable - the magic weapon that Liuzhou Patriarch gave to Mo Ming had indeed been rarely seen of its kind in the Five Realms Small World, and it was extremely practical.
Not to mention the strength of the god-transformation monks in the Four Continents Small World, the magic weapons they possess are obviously better; and for some unknown reason, the five-region small world is slightly lacking in the magic weapons of god transformation.
During the battle, Wangyou Sanren only reminded Han Yu when an idea came up. Without delaying the fight, the sound of the flute still swayed and rushed towards the ancestor Ziyun.
Seeing that she still only had this one move, Patriarch Ziyun immediately sneered: "If your skills stop here, you will die today!"
He raised the whisk in his hand, first downwards from the right side, then downwards from the left side, and immediately the two attacks crossed each other, knocking away the sound of the flute in front of him.
At the same time, every snow-white filament on the fly whisk turned into a slender needle, and densely packed needles burst out towards Wangyou Sanren, heading straight for Wangyou Sanren and Han Yu.
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