Seven stars surround the body, the starlight is beautiful and contains endless murderous intent.

The seven-star formation slowly blends into the body-protecting dragon elephant, and is integrated with the Tao Demon Tai Chi diagram, making the body-protecting dragon elephant even better.

Within the Dragon Elephant Golden Pill, the ruthless Taoist Dharma is also surrounded by the Beidou Formation.

The true energy circulates, and the four images are vaguely visible, but they are scattered and unable to be condensed.

Jiang Daoming slowly opened his eyes, and the power of the Dao Demon in his palms merged, and a strange color flashed in his eyes: "One hundred and sixty days only allowed me to comprehend the Seven-Star Body Refining Technique and the Nine-turn Hunyuan Gong."

The other three techniques have only scratched the surface, not even the beginning.

"Tomorrow is the seventh day. After cleaning up the Xuanzhou martial arts forest, I should be able to perfect the Dragon Elephant Dao Chapter."

Jiang Daoming thought in his mind that ruthlessness is the main way, and the rest are just means.

After looking at the dim sky, it was already late at night, so Jiang Daoming lay down to rest.

A night of silence.

Early the next morning, Mo Qinghai arrived: "I've met Palace Master Jiang."

"The deputy sect master came to visit today, why?" Jiang Daoming asked indifferently.

"The seven days agreed by the Lord of the Palace have arrived. At midnight tonight, there will be a battle in the void outside Baihui City." Mo Qinghai said.

"It seems that you are already prepared to die." Jiang Daoming said indifferently: "This palace master has agreed."

Mo Qinghai smiled slightly and said, "Palace Master, do you really think you can win?"

"If we can't win, why do I, the master of this palace, stay?" Jiang Daoming said indifferently.

"This alliance leader cannot find the reason why the palace master wins." Mo Qinghai slowly shook his head and said: "We have a few ninth-level warriors and nearly a hundred eighth-level warriors. How can the palace master win?"

"What do you want to say?" Jiang Daoming said coldly: "It's a bunch of nonsense. If nothing happens, you can leave."

"Why does the Palace Master refuse people thousands of miles away?" Mo Qinghai said with a smile: "The Palace Master's strength is unpredictable, and he doesn't want to lose it, right?"

Jiang Daoming's eyes turned cold, and he sneered: "So, you want to learn what this palace master has learned? Are you too naive!"

"No, this alliance leader just can't bear it. Moreover, the palace leader comes from Jiangling, and the brothers in Jiangling are not strong." Mo Qinghai stopped when he said this.

"Huh? Do you want to use them to threaten the master of the palace?" Jiang Daoming's eyes flickered, murderous intent rising.

"Don't be angry, Palace Master. This alliance leader is not such a despicable person. I just remind the Palace Master that if the Palace Master makes a mistake, there is no guarantee that some people will eradicate him."

Mo Qinghai said in a deep voice: "As long as the palace master hands over what he has learned to this alliance leader, I can protect them and record the glory of the palace master's life."

"Give you a moment to get out." Jiang Daoming's eyes were cold: "The reason why you are alive is because this palace master abides by the agreement, but if you don't hesitate to live, I will fulfill your wish."

"Since the master of the palace does not know the heart of a good person, I will not say much and say goodbye." Mo Qinghai sighed softly, turned around and left.

He really didn't dare to say harsh words to Jiang Daoming, because Jiang Daoming would really kill him.

Looking at Mo Qinghai leaving, Jiang Daoming closed his eyes and concentrated, adjusting his state, waiting for the night to come.

Time passed without any more accidents, and late night came quickly.

The people of Baihui City had already fallen asleep. Golden lights lit up in the city and rushed out of Baihui City.

Zhang Wanlin Yukong came outside the room and said in a deep voice: "Master Jiang, it's time to hit the road."

"ha."

With a chuckle, Jiang Daoming stepped out of the inn, holding the wine gourd in his left hand, and walked through the air: "It depends on you, whether you have the ability to send this palace master on his way."

"The palace master is really an upright man, but he is too stubborn and arrogant." Zhang Wanlin sighed.

"Why, you want to take action too?" Jiang Daoming said indifferently: "The master of this palace suggests that you save your life and protect the twelve kings."

"I'm just here to inform the palace master." Zhang Wanlin cupped his hands and said: "If the palace master gives up cleaning up the martial arts world and hands over the evil emperor's order, maybe we can become friends."

"Are you worthy?"

With a cold scoff, Jiang Daoming rose into the sky, turned into a golden light, and disappeared into the night.

Zhang Wanlin's face was gloomy and he said coldly: "You, Jiang Daoming, are noble, but no matter how noble you are, it doesn't matter if you can survive tonight."

High in the sky, warriors gathered together. Nearly a hundred warriors stood in the void, their true energy intertwined, lighting up the dark night.

The sword energy, the sharp radiance of the sword, and murderous intent filled the night sky.

Jiang Daoming hung the wine gourd on his waist, put his hands behind his back, and wore hunting robes, showing the style of a master.

"Amitabha!"

The Buddha's light was bright, and a Buddha covered in golden light, like a golden Buddha, fell from the sky: "Master Jiang, it's time to settle the feud between Buddhism and Buddhism."

Buddhist Dharma Protector Vajra!

"The disciples of Tianxin Tea House died tragically under the hands of the Palace Master. The Palace Master should also give an explanation."

A middle-aged man with a goatee, his whole body is filled with a mysterious aura.

boom

The void shook, and evil energy filled the sky. A hunchbacked old man came through the air, and endless evil energy stirred up.

The Evil Emperor's Order in Jiang Daoming's arms was shaking violently, echoing the hunchbacked old man.

"There is another one, a person with the blood of immortals and gods, who hasn't shown up yet?"

Jiang Daoming looked indifferent and looked up into the sky.

"Palace Master Jiang, are you so impatient to see me?"

An indifferent voice sounded, and the evil spirit surged into the sky. A coquettish middle-aged beautiful woman flew down from the sky, with a huge spider statue behind her.

"Huh?" Jiang Daoming's eyes narrowed: "What are you doing?"

"In ancient times, the Thirteenth Lady of the Demonic Immortal Spring." The charming woman held the silk-like vitality in her palm and looked at Jiang Daoming coldly: "You have to pay back today for killing so many strong men of my Demonic Immortal lineage!"

Jiang Daoming said indifferently: "How many more people are there? Let's call them out."

"Please, Lord of the Palace, fall forever!"

The Moyun Sect warrior shouted coldly, and four flags flew out, covering all directions.

The endless darkness included Jiang Daoming, and the warriors of Moyun Sect opened the hell realm again.

"The hell path has been broken twice by this palace master. You guys really haven't made any progress."

Jiang Daoming looked indifferent and made no move: "This palace master will give you a chance, try your best."

"furious!"

With a cold shout, the Buddhist Protector Vajra appeared out of thin air, and the endless darkness actually blessed him, increasing his momentum even more.

One by one, the warriors also came out of the darkness, and all received the blessings of the hell realm.

But there are too many people, and they are all strong, and the hell realm cannot bless them too much.

"The perfect fit."

With a soft drink, the aura of the surrounding warriors actually merged with the endless darkness, as if they were in harmony with heaven and earth.

At this moment, the momentum of nearly a hundred eighth-level warriors surged. The peak of the eighth-level warriors was infinitely close to the ninth level, half a step closer to the ninth-level strength.

The early stage of the eighth level is comparable to the middle stage, the middle stage is comparable to the late stage, and the late stage is comparable to the peak.

Every warrior has risen to a small level.

"Extermination of Evil Formation!"

Nearly a hundred eighth-level warriors changed their positions again, and their auras connected to form a mysterious formation.

A force of suppression surged out, sealing off thousands of dark spaces and surrounding Jiang Daoming.
Chapter completed!