Obviously, he didn't expect that Long Xiaoshan had guessed the Xiao family's intention, but still went straight to Yanjing.
You must know that according to Xiao Qilin, Long Xiaoshan had the opportunity to take Shen Yuerong away in the club a few days ago, but he did not do so.
Did he come to the Forbidden Mountain on purpose to die?
Although Xiao Zhenshan was a little surprised and doubtful.
But at this time, the seven great masters joined forces, and Xiao Zhenshan was so confident that he even dared to fight. He slowly rose into the air. The great master's physical body was so powerful. Although he had been punched by Long Xiaoshan just now, after he swallowed the pill, After taking the medicine, the injury has slowly healed.
He rose into the sky and surrounded the other six great masters, completely blocking Long Xiaoshan's path under the heaven and earth.
Xiao Zhenshan roared: "Long Xiaoshan, you have a killing habit and have been possessed for a long time. My Xiao family is holding a birthday party here, and you come to the door and rob my Xiao family's wife. It's okay. Fortunately, in this world, it's not You, Long Xiaoshan, have a world with only one person, but there are many comrades here, so you, a devil, cannot allow you to act evil."
Long Xiaoshan was too lazy to pay attention to Xiao Zhenshan's outdated rhetoric.
What kind of devil is this? It sounds cliche as soon as you hear it.
In this world, only power is the eternal truth.
He glanced at the other six people and said calmly: "Who are you?"
"Zhang Daoyi, a poor Taoist, the head of Tianshi Dao, has met Mr. Long." The aura in the eyes of the old man in apricot yellow Taoist robes was violent, and his voice was as loud as thunder.
"Oh, Tianshi Dao, who are you, Lu Jingxiu?"
Zhang Dao's eyes suddenly condensed, and thunder seemed to be ejected from his eyes. He snorted coldly: "That's Junior Brother Pindao."
"Shushan Xu Changqing, I have met you sir." The old man in white clothes fluttering like a sword fairy said calmly.
"You are here for Taiqing Taoist." Long Xiaoshan was noncommittal.
"Amitabha, I am the Great Sun Dharma King of the Great Sun Sect of the Western Region." The monk with skin as golden as powder and a faint red mark between his eyebrows chanted the Buddha's name.
"The Great Sun Dharma King, another Dharma King, what is your relationship with the Golden Dragon Dharma King?"
The Dharma King of the Great Sun said without hesitation: "I and the Golden Dragon are old enemies. We have been fighting for fifty years. Suddenly I heard that the Golden Dragon passed away in the southwest, but my heart was full of sorrow. I came here to meet the man who led the Golden Dragon to the bliss of the West."
"Old man, Taiji Sect Li Yunshen, I have met you sir." The short old man smiled faintly.
"Poor nun, Emei Qiongying." The expressionless old nun said indifferently.
"I, Dugu Xiongba, come from Northern Xinjiang." The last old man with a tall nose and deep eyes said in a deep voice.
Long Xiaoshan chuckled: "You three are also here for revenge?"
"We don't have any blood feud with Mr. Long, but sir, you destroyed half of the hidden door. The killing was too heavy. If sir, you can put down your butcher knife, proclaim your magic power, and go to the Bloodwood Cliff for a dozen feet to forgive your sin, we will wait for you. I am willing to turn our hostility into friendship." Li Yunshen said calmly.
"Hahaha, you have self-proclaimed magic power and can face a wall for a hundred years, just because of you bunch of chickens and dogs."
Long Xiaoshan laughed and said.
The seven of them are all old monsters who have been practicing for nearly a hundred years, but after hearing Long Xiaoshan's words, they still felt that their Taoist hearts were not cultivated enough, and bursts of anger surged up.
They have lived for nearly a hundred years, and each one of them is a genius who dominated an era, and now they are even more powerful giants in one place.
When was it called a native chicken or a tile-dog?
Still a group!
"Long Xiaoshan, please stop being so arrogant!"
Zhang Daoyi roared violently. He had a bad temper as he practiced thunder. Moreover, Lu Jingxiu died at the hands of Long Xiaoshan. If Long Xiaoshan's record hadn't been so brilliant, he wouldn't have had the patience to wait until now.
But at this moment, he couldn't bear it anymore.
Holding the Thunder Jue in hand and stepping on the Heavenly Gang, a thunderbolt exploded in the clear sky. A swirling thundercloud formed high in the sky. Then, a thunder cloud as thick as an adult's thigh suddenly fell down, winding towards Long Xiaoshan.
Shen Yuerong's face turned pale.
Although she has practiced cultivation, she has been living in the secular world and has never seen such divine power.
Controlling thunder is already a magical method!
Long Xiaoshan hugged her and suddenly raised his hand to grab her.
A slender purple thunder condensed in his palm. He flicked his finger, and the purple thunder shot out instantly and collided with the thick sky thunder. Bang!
The thick sky thunder was smashed into pieces like tofu under the slender purple thunder. The thunder continued to move and hit Zhang Daoyi almost instantly.
Zhang Dao's robes bulged, and a yellow rainbow light erupted from his body. He was still shaken by the purple thunder, and his body fell back more than ten meters in mid-air before he regained his balance.
"Thunder Technique." Zhang Daoyi's face was gloomy: "You actually secretly learned the Thunder Technique of my Heavenly Master Tao."
Thunder method is very rare. Because of its great power, it is cherished by the Celestial Master Dao and regarded as a secret skill of the sect. It must not be spread out. In the entire Hidden Sect, almost only Celestial Master Dao can use thunder method.
However, the thunder technique Long Xiaoshan performed just now was very magical and had captured the essence of thunder technique.
Zhang Daoyi thought that all the secret knowledge of his sect had been stolen by Long Xiaoshan, and his murderous intention became even more intense. This is the foundation of Tianshi Tao. If Long Xiaoshan is allowed to spread, the foundation of Tianshi Tao will be destroyed.
Long Xiaoshan said calmly: "It's just a thunder method, do you still need to learn it secretly?"
"snort!"
Zhang Daoyi didn't believe it at all. He roared violently, and his beard and hair stood up like sharp swords. Thunder jumped in his eyes, filling his eyes, like two thunder pills, spewing out dazzling lightning.
Dark clouds were rolling over the Forbidden Mountain, like an approaching thunderstorm. Just now, it was just a small test. At this time, Zhang Daoyi showed off his unique skills. Above his head, a Qi flower appeared like a gathering of thunder.
Zhang Daoyi is the leader of Tianshi Dao. He has been famous for nearly a hundred years. His cultivation is far higher than that of Lu Jingxiu. He has already condensed Qi flowers. His thunder technique is as pure as fire and is close to that of Dao.
Dense lightning flashes flew crazily over the Forbidden Mountain.
The whole mountain was reflected brightly.
The people on the Forbidden Mountain looked at the thundering thunder in horror. Most of them were children of aristocratic families. They had never seen such a terrifying scene. The power alone made their souls tremble, like a boat in the angry sea. .
"Master, young master, stay away quickly." The bodyguards beside them, the worshiper, hurriedly pulled them back.
"Back off, back off, don't stay at the top of the mountain."
Many people screamed in panic and fled from the White Crane Tower.
Long Xiaoshan put his hands behind his hands and looked at the thunder sea above his head indifferently. He lowered his head and said to Shen Yuerong in his arms: "Sister Yuerong, wait for me at the foot of the mountain."
"Xiaoshan, no, I want to be with you." Shen Yuerong's face turned pale. Looking at the terrifying sky thunder, she came up with the idea of living and dying with Long Xiaoshan.
Long Xiaoshan smiled faintly: "We have plenty of time."
He waved his hand lightly, and Shen Yuerong floated up. Then a clear chirping sound came, and an ice-blue bird held Shen Yuerong and quickly flew away from the White Crane Tower.
