"Murong Yan, your strength has now reached its limit. Remember, practice diligently and break through the ghost fairy barrier as soon as possible." Hong Yi looked at Murong Yan, who was a little inflated, and reminded him.

Ye Zheng did not say anything, but just looked at Hong Yi, who made clouds and rain with a flip of his hand, and let Yin Lianhua, the Taoist Master of the Vacuum, go, and subdued Yoululet, the Prince of the Stone Flute.

In a guest room.

Ye Zheng sat cross-legged, took out the Shangmang Divine Spear, and prepared to refine it.

Hong Yi learned that Yang Pan and Hong Xuanji were conspiring to kill Bai Ziyue so as to plunge Yuan Tu into civil strife, so he went there specifically to disrupt Hong Xuanji's Taoism.

As Ye Zheng's immortal energy and blood were infused into the Shangmang Divine Spear, hundreds of strange eyes suddenly began to flow on the deep purple body of the Shangmang Divine Spear, flowing from the body of the gun to Ye Zheng's body.

A layer of keratin that was half black and half white, as deep as the pupil of a human eye, suddenly formed on Ye Zheng's body.

This horny armor was attached to Ye Zheng's skin, wrapping up his entire body. Suddenly, he seemed to have turned into a true god of war who came from ancient times and descended from the sky.

“This is the Mang Tian Horn Divine Armor. It’s really good. It’s made of the essence and blood of a strong man at the peak of the human immortal realm and the horn of an ancient dragon, mixed with various materials. The energy and blood power has also been greatly enhanced.” Ye Zheng felt the tremendous power coming from the armor, and his heart suddenly surged.

After putting on the Heavenly Horn Divine Armor, his skin was covered with a layer of keratin, and two hideous curved horns appeared on his head.

Suddenly, Ye Zheng leaped into the sky, flew up and never fell down again. His speed was extremely fast, like a black line that cut through the air and disappeared in an instant.

"Yes, this Mang Tian Jiao Divine Armor can change at will. Its flying speed is faster than sound. It cannot be drowned by water or damaged by fire. It should be enough for me to use for a while." Ye Zheng stopped, stroked the Mang Tian Jiao Divine Armor, muttered, fell down, took out the Panlong Golden Staff, and at the same time communicated with the small world. A huge white sun was suspended in front of him.

With a casual throw, he threw the Panlong Golden Staff and the Shangmang Divine Spear in at the same time. With the power of qi and blood, he urged the white sun to slowly melt the Shangmang Divine Spear.

The Panlong Golden Staff didn't change much, it just turned a little red, but the Shangmang Divine Spear was slowly turning into a dark purple juice, flowing slowly, and the purple color kept changing.

Ye Zheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his energy and blood surged like a tide, rushing madly towards the bright white sun, further increasing the speed of change of the pool of purple juice.

With the control of the mind, the purple juice slowly flowed into the Panlong Golden Staff. Nine purple pill beads condensed in the mouths of the nine Panlongs on it, and occasionally hit the emerald green bronze round bead on the top of the Panlong Golden Staff.

Suddenly, the Mang Tianjiao divine armor on Ye Zheng's body began to vibrate violently, fell off his body, flew into the white sun, slowly melted, and finally wrapped around the bronze sphere on the top of the Panlong Golden Staff, emitting a keratinous light.

At the same time, the golden dragon staff flew out from the bright white sun and landed in his hand, emitting a dazzling light.

A black and white light shot out from the top of the golden dragon staff and enveloped Ye Zheng. The keratin armor instantly wrapped around his entire body, and two hideous curved horns appeared on his head again.

"Ha ha."

Ye Zheng felt the Mang Tianjiao Divine Armor being strengthened again, and he couldn't help but burst into laughter. His heart was filled with joy. He flew into the sky and circled for a while.

"Brother Ye, I didn't expect that I would have such a good opportunity to get the War God Shang's Mang Tianjiao Divine Armor." Suddenly, Hong Yi's figure flew in from outside, his face was pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Why is he in such a mess?" Ye Zheng looked at Hong Yi, who was spitting blood, and was a little surprised.

"Don't mention it. Hong Xuanji's strength is unfathomable. If it weren't for my strength at the peak of the late Nascent Soul stage, plus the Vacuum Great Handprint, and the refinement of the Moon Goddess, my strength would have greatly increased. I'm afraid I would have been defeated in Yujing City."

Hong Yi paused, and then continued, "But it's not that we have gained nothing. Hong Xuanji's mind has been disturbed by my scriptures. I'm afraid he won't attack Brother Ziyue again in the short term."

Ye Zheng nodded without saying anything more. With a thought, he put away the Mang Tianjiao Divine Armor and threw it together with the Panlong Golden Staff into the small world of the dragon-patterned black gold tripod to slowly nurture it.

"Brother Ye, let's set off now. We have been delayed for quite some time. It is better for us to get to the sandbar as soon as possible." Hong Yi calmed down his disordered blood and qi and spoke.

Seeing Ye Zheng nod, he called on his men to pack their luggage as soon as possible, and took out the Magic Blood Carpet, ready to set off at any time.

A ferry in Jiancheng.

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"Brother Ye, this Jian City is really unique. The entire city is actually divided into two, with the rushing Chishui River flowing in the middle." Hong Yi stood on the ferry with a somewhat emotional look on his face.

"Haha, I think the most unique thing about this Sword City is that it is full of people practicing the ancient way of stabbing." Ye Zheng chuckled, his eyes fixed on a boatman who was rowing a boat.

The Chishui River was raging due to a recent heavy rain, but as the boatman rowed, the boat was surprisingly stable, like a straight line shot from a powerful crossbow, breaking through the turbid water and flying towards the crowd.

"It's true. Hong Yi is not as good as Brother Ye." Upon hearing this, Hong Yi was shocked and stared at the boatman.

"I am Yan Shiliulang, from the Sword City Assassin Alliance, and I greet the No. 1 Scholar and the Pavilion Master of the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion." The boatman moored the boat at the shore and bowed to Ye Zheng and Hong Yi, saying.

"Ci Dao League, Yan Shiliulang, what a great young man! The Red Water surged, and this small boat was controlled by you like an ordinary sword. I believe you have mastered the Taiyi Light Spectroscopic Stabbing Technique to perfection. You must be a grandmaster and well-known in Cizhou." Hong Yi suppressed the shock in his heart, and turned his eyes slightly to the side with a very calm expression.

"The No. 1 scholar has a really good eye. Yan Shiliulang, I'd really like to see the No. 1 scholar's demeanor." Yan Shiliulang suddenly raised his head and saw a young man with white teeth and eyes as bright as stars.

After saying that, without waiting for Hong Yi's agreement, a dagger appeared in his hand. He jumped up from the boat and stabbed Hong Yi fiercely.