This day.

Zhang Sanfeng came out of the mountain and defeated all the immortals in the two holy places, killing one and the other.

Then he went to Longhu Mountain alone.

When the old Taoist stepped towards here from the nine heavens.

A middle-aged Taoist priest came over with anger: "Zhang Sanfeng! Today you can't even think about touching the Longhu Mountain. Even if you become a land god, Luo Taizhen can fight with his life!"

"Senior Brother Luo!"

Dozens of terrified roars, full of despair and anxiety.

However, the old Taoist just flicked his sleeves and unleashed a burst of majestic immortal power, easily beating Luo Taizhen, who was determined to die, into ashes!

The soul is scattered.

This scene horrified Longhu Mountain.

The great elder of Yuanshen Zhenren couldn't even block a single blow!

The pace of the old man is unstoppable.

One step further, and you stand in front of the Tianshi Temple on Longhu Mountain.

In front of him were more than 10,000 Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain, from the Heavenly Master Zhang Shaolin to the elders of the older generation, and counting down to the men and women of the third and fourth generations.

Longhu Mountain, the Taoist holy land with tens of thousands of people, has only one old Taoist opposite.

The old way is to use one person to defeat ten thousand people.

Just one person surrounded the entire Longhu Mountain.

The numerical advantage simply does not exist.

There were tens of thousands of Taoist priests up and down Longhu Mountain. At this moment, some were filled with anger, some were frightened and desperate, and the expressions of tens of thousands of people varied.

Ancestor Daoxuan is dead.

Even the great elder Luo Taizhen, who had already cultivated into the Great Realm of Yuanshen, was beaten to the point of being beaten to pieces just for a moment when he came close to Zhang Sanfeng.

They all knew the history of two hundred years ago. Although they did not know the details, they all knew that Zhang Sanfeng came for the lives of the three thousand people who were on the Xuantian Shenglong Road.

Heavenly Master Zhang Shaolin looked at the old Taoist in front of him with a blank expression.

He is wearing a Taoist robe and has white hair. He is not as young as he used to be, but he is more majestic.

Zhang Shaolin vaguely saw the tall young man standing motionless amid the bloody massacre at the top of Xuanwu Peak two hundred years ago.

At that time, none of the seven great disciples of Buddhism and Taoism would have thought that the young man who was frightened by the brutal killing would appear in front of thousands of people on Longhu Mountain in the posture he does today.

this moment.

Zhang Shaolin closed his eyes and spoke, his voice was like a loud bell shaking, but it also contained a kind of ultimate calm:

"People from back then, come out one by one and stand here with Pindao. Since he can't escape, we will give him an explanation."

Under the Heavenly Master's order, even though the faces of the thirty or forty people who were still alive at that time all changed, they all stood up like zombies.

Zhang Youlin's tone was dull, and he looked back at the statue in the Celestial Master's Hall: "The thirty-seventh generation of Celestial Master Zhang Shaolin, today I am ashamed of my ancestors, and I am ashamed of heaven and earth..."

While speaking, he took off the Celestial Master's Taoist robe, took off the Celestial Master's Taoist crown, took off the Celestial Master's fly whisk, and stood in front of the Celestial Master's Hall in white cloth.

Tens of thousands of Taoist priests on Longhu Mountain were so shocked by this move of the Heavenly Master that their faces turned pale.

Zhang Shaolin has decided to prevent unnecessary casualties in Longhu Mountain.

He looked at Zhang Sanfeng and said: "The people from that time are all here. These are people from two hundred years ago. Even if you don't come, you will only have a few more years to live. I hope that after you take our lives, you can eliminate your anger."

, don’t implicate innocent descendants.”

Zhang Sanfeng looked calm and glanced at the dozens of people there. There was no anger or sneer at Zhang Shaolin's behavior.

Peace, only peace.

Being calm does not mean hesitating.

Zhang Sanfeng didn't hesitate for a moment, stretched out his hand and drew forward.

The immortal power tore apart the bodies and souls of these dozens of people, causing their souls to fly away.

Zhang Tianshi died in Longhu Mountain.

There were more than twenty people, including Zhang Shaolin, Chen Danling and other Celestial Masters of Longhu Mountain, as well as more than a dozen supernatural figures and five or six real Yuanshen who were stationed at the mountain gate.

At this moment, all their bodies were turned into ashes in one stroke.

The process was calm and uneventful.

Zhang Sanfeng didn't show any emotion when he took action, and he didn't feel the pleasure of avenging the people back then, there was only peace.

It doesn't matter if he can kill everyone here. No one in the past will survive. Even if his cultivation is extremely high, in the end, he will be the only one left in this world, a lonely old Taoist.

This is just a desired result.

He who kills will always be killed.

The killer pays for life with death.

boom!

"Heavenly Master!"

"Elder Yuming!"

They cried excitedly and called loudly for the dead.

"Master!!"

Shocking howls of grief could be heard from up and down Longhu Mountain.

This day is a bloody day for them.

The middle and high-rise doors have been reduced by half!

There were four or five red-eyed disciples of the Longhu Mountain Sect, regardless of the gap between heaven and earth and the land gods, they roared and killed them.

"You old devil!"

But they were quickly caught by their elders.

Looking at the shocking corpses of the Heavenly Master and his wife, as well as the bloody mud corpses of the elders of the sect, they all lowered their heads, hiding the waves in their hearts, and did not dare to look at Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng closed his eyes, and the culprit was killed. Justice has been achieved.

The prestige of Longhu Mountain Holy Land collapsed.

He turned and left.

The moment he turned around and entered the clouds.

Deep in a cave in Longhu Mountain, a crazy man whose whole body was chained by diamond chains had tears in his eyes and a foolish smile.

Zhang Sanfeng suddenly trembled in the sky.

He did not look back, closed his eyes and said solemnly: "Senior Brother Song..."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The crazy man laughed, laughed and cried again, with two lines of muddy old tears flowing down his face.

In another moment, the chains all over his body broke silently.

"Xiuxiu is still alive. I will find her. You, too, must live well."

The old man closed his eyes and said something, then stepped away.

And the middle-aged crazy man who was unchained by the old Taoist walked out of the cave, looked at the bloody Longhu Mountain Celestial Master Hall, smiled miserably and murmured: "In the same two hundred years, you can redeem yourself, let

I can only see your back, you are worthy of being my junior brother..."

The crazy man’s name is Song Xuanying, a great disciple of the Xuantian lineage.

He is also the son of Song Ruoxu, the elder of Longhu Mountain.

After the battle that year, he was captured and returned to Longhu Mountain, but he took the initiative to cut off the father-son relationship with Song Ruoxu.

In a rage, Song Ruoxu imprisoned him in the Longhu Ancient Cave with his own hands.

Twenty years later, Song Ruoxu suffered injuries from the battle with Taoist Dragon Master, and was unable to recover and died on Longhu Mountain.

After that, it was even more impossible for Song Xuanying to return to Longhu, so she was imprisoned by Zhang Shaolin until today. She has been locked up in an ancient cave for two hundred years, tortured by pain and torture every day. The person who was tortured by the Taoist heart was neither human nor ghost, and was already half crazy.

.

When Zhang Sanfeng saw this, he couldn't bear it, but he understood that this kind of torment and pain could only be relieved if Song Xuanying could take the initiative to let go.

Even though he has cultivated to the heavens today, he still can't resolve the knot in Song Xuanying's heart, and he doesn't even dare to bring Song Xuanying back to that sad place. He can only rely on himself for everything.

This day.

A madman disappeared on Longhu Mountain and entered the world.

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To be continued...