Chapter 350 Ren Xia sings (continue to erupt today, this is
After hearing what Taihuang Ancestor said, the people of Wudao Road felt relieved, took the divine cauldron, stood up and headed towards Kunlong Pass.
His speed was extremely fast, and it wasn't long before he was thousands of miles away from Quelong Pass. Suddenly, he saw bright stars in front of him, and infinite star power fell from the sky, turning into stars to form a galaxy, as dazzling as stars falling into the mortal world.
In the galaxy, a large ship came from afar, treating the stars as water and floating on the galaxy.
"Brother Wu Dao, where are you going?" On the big ship, a middle-aged man stood on the bow, with fluttering sleeves and a beard. He was very handsome and asked with a loud smile.
"Fu Wen Gong, the headmaster of the Xingyue Demon Sect!"
The martial arts master immediately recognized the man on the bow of the boat and felt awe-struck in his heart. He also knew that the Xingyue Demon Sect and the Xuantian Holy Sect had a good relationship.
I have nothing else to do when I come to Yunyou."
"Brother Dao, since you have nothing to do, why not come on my boat and have a drink with me."
Fuwen Gong smiled and invited: "I just borrowed a treasure from Uncle Moro, and I would like to ask fellow Taoists to appreciate it."
"Fu Wen Gong is looking for death. He clearly wants to block my way and prevent me from smashing Xi Yingqing."
A murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the martial arts disciple, and he walked towards the big ship, thinking: "It's not that easy if he wants to ruin my good deeds. Although my divine cauldron may not be able to kill Xi Yingqing, it can kill this bastard."
But it’s more than enough!”
When he came to the boat, he saw that Fu Wengong was not prepared at all and was about to take action. Suddenly Fu Wengong took out a huge five-color sledgehammer and stretched it out in front of him. He laughed and said: "Brother Taoist, please look at this. This is
The treasure lent to me by Uncle Moro."
When the martial arts master saw this sledgehammer, he was startled, his mouth trembled, and he asked: "May I ask Master Fu, is this sledgehammer a magic weapon made by Senior Moro using five-color gold?"
"Exactly."
Fu Wen Gong smiled even more happily and said: "My uncle once used this treasure to have two battles with the Taihuang ancestor of your sect, but unfortunately he was defeated by the Taihuang twice in a row. He really wanted to use this treasure to fight against the Taihuang ancestor.
Let this hammer touch the Emperor's divine tripod again."
The eyelids of the martial arts masters jumped. As soon as Moro Shi refined this sledgehammer, he went to challenge the Taihuang Patriarch with great joy. He had seen this battle with his own eyes and knew the power of this sledgehammer. At that time, Moro Shi
Although Shi was defeated, he escaped with the sledgehammer and was not captured by the emperor. He thought: "If I use my hands, Shending can suppress the sledgehammer, but my cultivation is not as good as Fuwen."
This bastard Gong is very sophisticated. I'm afraid it's hard to beat him..."
Fu Wengong put the sledgehammer under his arm, pulled him and forced him to sit down. He laughed and said: "Brother Tao, it's rare for us to meet each other. Why are we talking about these things? Let's just drink and have fun!"
The martial artist stood up quickly and said with a smile: "Assistant Headmaster, I still have something to do..."
Fuwen Gong picked up the sledgehammer and said displeasedly: "Just now, Taoist brother said he had nothing to do, but now he says he has something to do. Could it be that Fu is a member of the devil's path and is not worthy of drinking with you? If you think highly of Fu, then
Sit down and drink, but if you get up and leave, I will fight you tooth and nail. You give me a tripod, and I will hit you with a hammer to see whose skull is stronger!"
The Wudao people screamed bad luck in their hearts and had no choice but to sit down.
Fu Wengong poured wine for him and said with a smile: "This is a good wine that I spent a lot of money to buy in the South China Sea. It is called Shenxian Zui. It is said that one sip of wine can intoxicate the gods and suffocate a donkey. I treasure this wine.
After decades, I have not been a good friend and I still can’t bear to bring out such fine wine. Come on, brother Taoist, I’ll toast you a toast.”
"Drunk a god and suffocated a donkey? Does this mean he is a god and I am a donkey?"
The martial arts master laughed quickly and said, "I don't drink much, so I'd rather drink tea instead of a bar."
Fu Wengong's face changed slightly. He held the wine glass in one hand and the sledgehammer in the other. He sneered and said: "Lick the emotion lightly, and sip the emotion deeply. If Brother Dao doesn't drink this glass of wine, he is looking down on Fu, Fu."
I will fight with you to see whose head is stronger!"
"This gangster..."
The martial artist had a grimace on his face, picked up his glass and drank it all in one gulp, smiling: "Good wine! Good wine! I'm going to get drunk..."
Fu Wen said with a respectful smile: "Although this wine has the reputation of being so suffocating that one glass of wine can overwhelm a donkey, my Taoist brother is so profound in cultivation, how can he be drunk after one glass of wine?"
Boom!
The martial arts man fell on his back, smelling of alcohol coming from his mouth.
Fu Wen Gong laughed and glanced at Tai Xuan Sheng Sect's Divine Cauldron, with a hint of greed in his eyes. He saw that the Divine Cauldron was still in the hands of the martial arts disciples and had not let go.
He couldn't help but reach out, wanting to grab the divine cauldron. He hesitated for a moment, then stopped, letting the big ship swim in the stars. He put his hands on his sleeves, looked up to the sky and sang loudly, saying: "Young man likes to be a knight. Seeing that he has swallowed the smell of wine,
One drink can only count the days, so what’s the point of fighting dendrobium?”
"...Silver furnaces are blazing with charcoal, foxes and rabbits are burning with cannons. Powerful songs shake the clouds, and ambitions are overwhelming..."
The big boat drifted leisurely along the star river into the distance.
The martial arts master secretly opened his eyes and secretly said anxiously: "Fu Wen Gong is quite clever. I was going to pretend to be drunk and lure him closer, so I would kill him with the divine cauldron, but I didn't expect that this old thief would not be fooled. Now I
Pretend to be drunk, but you have no shame in waking up right away..."
In Queryong Pass, Jiang Nan stared at Xi Yingqing's feet with bright eyes, and suddenly said with joy: "The nine hundredth sacred stake!"
Boom!
The Huntian Formation suddenly became completely silent and lost its original power. The scroll under Xi Yingqing's feet suddenly retracted. When it was unfolded again, it took a photo of Emperor Feng, who was at the peak of the sixth level of the Heavenly Palace.
A sound came into the array.
Coinciding with the Dragon Emperor's attack, the Kui Niu Divine Drum was shaking continuously. When the old dragon saw that the Feng Emperor was trapped in the scroll, he knew that the situation was not good, and immediately revealed his true form, and the huge body of the dozens of miles long Tianlong disappeared.
In the void, he opened his big mouth and swallowed Xi Yingqing!
Xi Yingqing struck out with a palm, and all the steel teeth in the old Tianlong's mouth shattered, dragon blood continued to gush out of its mouth, and its body was rolled up as it roared in pain.
Xi Yingqing raised another palm and placed it on the Kui Niu Divine Drum. The sound of the drum was so loud that it shook several strong men from the Ten Thousand Dragons Nest Heavenly Palace behind the drum to the point where their bones were broken and their tendons were broken. Blood spurted out of their mouths and flew out.
The Demon King flew over with three legs and split his brain, and grabbed Xi Yingqing before he could fall down. He saw Xi Yingqing slashing at him with a flat palm, and with two clanks, he cut off two of his three legs.
The Demon King was in pain, fluttered his wings and left. He only heard the rumble in the ground, and the sacred stakes made of the Sun God's gold flew up with a clatter, wrapping the headmaster of the Demon God Palace to break through the void.
Escape.
At this time, a palm stretched out, its big hand covered the sky, and grabbed the sacred stakes one by one. He grabbed hundreds of them and pulled them back.
"Demon Emperor, last time you attacked our Holy Sect, it would be better to keep some interest." Xi Yingqing accepted the hundreds of sacred stakes and said with a smile.
The Demon King grunted, not daring to entangle too much, broke through the void, and disappeared.
The Dragon King also saw that the opportunity was not good, fearing that Xi Yingqing would settle the score with him, he immediately opened his mouth and took a breath. Many strong dragons flew into his mouth one after another, and were carried by the giant dragon. They picked up the Kui Niu Divine Drum and fled away.
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At the same time, the Phoenix Emperor finally broke through the scroll and was about to kill Xi Yingqing when he suddenly saw the Dragon Emperor and the Demon Emperor being defeated. He was shocked and hurriedly recalled the Wutong Sacred Tree and retreated.
Swish——
Xi Yingqing came over with the laurel sacred tree in his hand. Fenghuang hurriedly offered sacrifices to the sycamore sacred tree and blocked it. He only heard a few clicks. Several of the thickest branches of the sycamore sacred tree, the most precious treasure of Jinfeng Pavilion, were cut off by the brush. Fenghuang also felt
An irresistible force came over him and he was knocked over several times. He immediately flapped his wings and flew away with a roar.
The masters and masters of other sects were still besieging Xi Yingqing and the others. In just a short moment, the three masters, Dragon Emperor, Phoenix Emperor and Demon Emperor, were wounded and walked away. They couldn't help but be shocked and didn't know.
Should we continue to attack or just run for our lives?
The strength of the Dragon Emperor, Phoenix Emperor and Demon Emperor is obvious to all. They can be said to be one of the few extremely strong men in the world today. However, these three people were also injured and defeated. If the other sects were to attack, they would only
I'm afraid it will be their turn to be unlucky.
"You don't need to worry, Xi is not an unreasonable person."
Xi Yingqing collected a few branches from the sacred sycamore tree, looked around, took in everyone's expressions, and said with a smile: "But you want to kill me, the future leader of the Holy Sect, and you are attacking me again, trying to kill me.
Killing him, this is somewhat unjustifiable. If I don't fight back, I will lose the prestige of my Xuantian Holy Sect."
call--
The sacred laurel tree in his hand suddenly swept through the air and swept in all directions. The master of Tianmo Castle, the master of Ming Palace, the master of worshiping the moon, the master of Fahua Temple and many other supreme masters all offered their own magic weapons and suppressing powers.
Bao resisted and said sternly: "Xi Yingqing, we have already admitted defeat, do you still want to kill us all?"
"Our Xuantian Holy Sect is a well-known and upright sect and a man of the right path. Naturally, we will not do anything to drive everyone away."
Xi Yingqing smiled slightly, and the sacred laurel tree swept away all the supreme leaders, causing him to vomit blood. He said softly: "However, the death penalty can be avoided, but the living penalty cannot be escaped. I, the Xuantian Holy Sect, still have to regain the face!"
This is a small lesson and disrespectful."
He waved his sleeves and walked towards the outside of Quelong Pass, and said calmly: "Everyone, is there anyone else who wants to stop us from leaving?"
Everyone was in a state of embarrassment and got up one after another, watching helplessly as he and Jiang Nan and others walked out of Quelong Pass, and no one dared to stop them.
When Jiang Nan left the pass, he couldn't help but laugh and said: "There are only two or three heroes in the world, but there are a large group of bears in the world!"
The Lord of the Demonic Castle and others were ashamed and angry, but they had no choice but to feel helpless in their hearts: "The Emperor's sweeping power in the world was nothing more than this! Xi Yingqing has reached the peak of a monk, and his methods are so powerful that he can only
Only the Grand Ancestor Tai Huang can defeat him. But, why didn’t the Grand Ancestor Tai Huang take action this time, but allowed him to be arrogant..."
Tens of thousands of miles away from Quelong Pass, Fu Wengong suddenly laughed and said: "Brother Wu Dao, it's time to wake up. I have something important to do, so I won't accompany you!"
The martial arts master yawned, stood up and said with a smile: "Good wine! It's just that I am too drunk and disturbed the assistant headmaster's drinking pleasure. Farewell, farewell!"
He roared out of the big ship and rushed to the Cuolong Pass in a hurry. When he got there, he saw that the Cuolong Pass was in a mess. It was obvious that there had been a war here, but now there was not even a single person in the pass!
"Fuwen Gong, your uncle, I'm not done with you!" The martial arts master was furious, stamping his feet and cursing.
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