The Taoist priest guarding the gate didn't do much to stop him.
Anyway, Zhang Yong is alone.
When Wan Daoren heard that someone had brought the last words of his beloved disciple, he naturally did not neglect them.
Zhang Yong met Wan Daoren for the first time.
Wan Taoist, with his white hair and childish face, indeed looks like a master from this world.
If he hadn't already known Wan Daoren's identity, Zhang Yong would have thought that he was just an ordinary old man in his fifties or sixties.
"Who are you? What did my apprentice say to you before he died?"
Wan Dao people were stunned for a moment when they saw Zhang Yong.
He always felt that something was wrong with the way Zhang Yong looked at him.
Moreover, thousands of Taoists felt a very obvious murderous intention from Zhang Yong's body.
If Wan Taoist hadn't been extremely confident in his own strength, he wouldn't have asked more questions at all, and would have directly killed him.
He really wanted to know what Liu Shaolong said in front of him.
Zhang Yong smiled slightly, "Your apprentice told me, Master, you deserve to die, and you actually asked me to die!"
"You...you are Zhang Yong!!!"
Wan Daoren immediately realized that the young man in front of him was the man he hated with all his heart.
Even if he wanted to kill him for being an unworthy son, he would also kill his proud disciple. Ten thousand Taoists felt such deep hatred that they wanted to cut Zhang Yong into thousands of pieces before they would give up.
Seeing such a young master, Wan Dao people felt that Zhang Yong was really talented.
If he were so young, Longhu Temple would definitely be the largest faction in Taoism.
"Are you brave enough to come to your door?"
"Since you have united with the Taoists and issued a gold medal order to me, of course I must repay your attention!"
Zhang Yong stepped forward, his eyes no longer concealing anything.
"Haha, you idiot, do you think you have the strength to challenge me, Hu Wanzong, now that you are a Grandmaster?"
"You're wrong. I'm not here to talk nonsense with you. I'm here to... kill you!"
As he was speaking, thunder shook and fire burst out.
There were explosions and roars from all directions, and there were shouts of killing.
Wan Daoren's expression changed drastically. How did he know that Zhang Yong actually had this skill?
"Bitch thief, suffer death!"
In rage, Wan Dao people were as nimble as beasts, moving around the room at super high speeds.
In just three seconds, Taoist Wan and Zhang Yong faced off seven or eight times in a row.
The reception hall of Longhu Temple, which is approximately more than 300 square meters, is now half destroyed!
The battle between the two masters was so fierce that it was almost impossible to distinguish it with the naked eye.
Tens of thousands of Taoists have fought hundreds of battles in their lives, but they have never encountered an opponent as sharp as Zhang Yong.
Zhang Yong seems to be able to understand all his offensive moves.
In the initial battle between the two, Wan Daoren's crazy attacks were all intercepted by Zhang Yong.
After spending a lot of energy, thousands of Taoists ended up in an ugly state of panting.
This is his strongest offensive. If it were any other grandmaster of the same level, he would have been severely injured and disabled at this moment.
Zhang Yong seems to be able to distinguish all the movements of the incoming Qi.
This is the essence of Qi-watching!
Zhang Yong faced the old master and deliberately provoked him to become angry and attack, causing thousands of Taoists to gain momentum and then decline.
Zhang Yong, who was waiting for work, spent only half of his energy at this moment.
Wan Dao people probably won't be able to last ten rounds.
Grandmaster-level battles consume a huge amount of energy.
After all, a small amount of zhenqi offensive is impossible to cause any harm to a master-level expert.
"Have you entered the ranks of high-level masters?" Wan Daoren gritted his teeth and asked unwillingly.
"Haha, I don't know what a high-level grandmaster is, but I know that killing you is enough!"
Zhang Yong had been using defense as offense for a long time, but now he immediately turned from defense to offense.
Swish, swish, swish!
Five flying swords suddenly spit out like long dragons, and a cold light flashed, illuminating the room.
Tens of thousands of Taoists were shocked and had no choice but to retreat for more than ten or dozens of meters. Then, bang, they hit the wall and flew backwards.
Boom!
Half of the room completely collapsed.
"You actually used my sword-control skills to such an intensity?"
Wan Dao people have to admit that Zhang Yong is really a genius.
Even if he is not a master, he can probably kill his beloved disciple, Liu Shaolong.
Even Wan Dao people can only control four flying swords.
A flying sword consumes almost as much energy as a third-grade warrior's entire energy.
Zhang Yong's attack consumed a large amount of his true energy, but it also almost exhausted the remaining true energy of all Taoists.
This is one of the few critical moments in a person's life.
A master's energy is exhausted, what a terrible battle it is.
After all, both sides knew from the very beginning that this would be a bloody battle to the death, without any fancy tricks, just desperate measures.
"Aren't you dead yet?" Zhang Yong roared.
The five flying swords formed a huge thrust, forcing thousands of Taoists to retreat.
He couldn't resist, let alone get rid of it, he could only hold on tightly.
In desperation, thousands of Taoists vomited blood.
Zhang Yong suddenly felt bad, the air was filled with the smell of decay.
In the blood, terrifying Gu insects surged.
They grow instantly and are extremely energetic.
"Blood refining Gu!"
Zhang Yong was slightly shocked, he knew that this was the advanced Gu technique of Southern Xinjiang, and it was made by refining his own flesh and blood.
The Gu worms among them are rare microorganisms that have been cultivated in the body for decades before they can reach this level.
But there are just such palm-sized blood refining Gus, all of them are Gu Kings, at least there are more than a hundred.
Puff puff!
The blood beads bounced and continuously bombarded the flying swords.
More than a hundred refined blood Gu kings produced extremely violent flesh and blood power, constantly shaking Zhang Yong's flying sword.
Almost at the same time, the whisks carried by all the Taoists suddenly flew out and struck.
Dozens of long gray beards sprayed out from the whisk, tightly wrapping around Zhang Yong's flying sword.
The two sides were like fighters in a wrestling match, instantly entering a state of intense intensity.
Zhang Yong also didn't expect that Wan Daoren had so many methods.
This is still under the condition that all Taoist people have exhausted their true energy.
A veteran grandmaster, a sect leader, is indeed not a simple person.
But Zhang Yong sneered, "You have tried your best, but I still have a little bit of strength left. You have failed!"
"Stop talking nonsense, it's not yet certain who will kill whom!"
One of Wan Daoren's eyeballs suddenly ejected. Such a close distance and this level of sneak attack are the biggest killer weapon in the master's hands.
Zhang Yong almost died suddenly on the spot.
There seemed to be an explosion between the two sides, and they were both knocked back more than ten meters.
puff!
Thousands of people vomited blood, but they still stood.
"Hahaha... little bastard, I am a Taoist, how can I have a vain reputation? I have never experienced any difficult battles, just one..."
"Haha, you seem to be happy too early!"
When Wan Daoren was young, he fought with strong men and scared one eye. Later, he refined his eyeballs into the most powerful hidden weapon, known as the Eye of Death!
This is the trump card that has been tried and tested by thousands of Taoists.
All opponents who have seen the Deadly Eye have become dead souls!
Of the three masters killed by Wan Dao people, two died directly on the spot, and one died of serious injuries.
But Zhang Yong survived.
"You...you actually made such a terrifying method of restoring flesh and blood?"
Thousands of people watched helplessly as Zhang Yong's flesh and blood seemed to be reborn.
But how did he know that this was Zhang Yong's medical skills combined with the effect of the elixir.
The trump card did not cause fatal injuries, and all the Taoists were completely defeated.
Puff puff!
Ten thousand people vomited blood like a flood, and his body began to fester from the inside out.
He was panicked and in great pain.
"No...impossible...this is..."
"Hey, how do you feel about the maggots? Soon, you will become the best container for the maggots!"
Thousands of people stared angrily, watching helplessly as their bodies were being possessed by maggots and being devoured crazily.
He shouted in fear, "You actually found... the best choice for the ultimate Gu King... you..."
The broken bodies of thousands of Taoists knelt down in front of Zhang Yong, with only a little consciousness left.
At this moment, Wang Xiaohu and others had gathered around.
He also heard the last bad news!
"Boss, all the Taoist priests at Longhu Temple have been killed, but... more than fifty of our brothers died..."
Although there were heavy casualties, all the Taoist priests from Longhu Temple and who had practiced for many years were dead. This deal was obviously still a good deal.
Especially the master of the Dragon and Tiger Temple, who knelt on the spot and was dying.
Tonight, Zhang Yong won a big victory!
"Search Longhu Temple thoroughly for me, don't let anything go!"