Jiuyang seems to know everything and knows everything, and he is very precious to the treasures owned by the Six Meridians of China.
Buddhist Vajra Body, Yun Zong’s soul-binding lamp.
He even knows the Kunlun treasures Taixuan Sword and Qiankun Seal like the back of his hand.
Know its power and know its weaknesses.
A complete encyclopedia, I admire it greatly.
But this time, facing the burly man's pressing steps, I became anxious.
I admire you, I admire you. Once the hood is removed, my face will be completely exposed to the public.
Suning, the wild boy from Taoshan Village, became a peerless master "overnight". Once such news gets out, I can't even imagine the horrific consequences it will bring.
Maybe no one would have thought that Jiuyang's soul would awaken in my body, but they would definitely regard me as a legendary and rare Chaos Treasure that was secretly snatched away by some old monster.
I don't care what other people think of me and I don't care.
But how should I explain it to Lingxi?
Tell me honestly, can Kunlun accommodate me?
no, I can not.
The existence of Jiuyang threatens the Six Meridians of China. No one will be merciful to me except Ziwei.
Not only that, as the young headmaster, Lingxi may also be implicated by me.
Thinking of this, I shouted angrily: "Why don't you fight back? Stop playing."
"Click."
The white dust threads tied to Jiuyang's body broke into pieces and fluttered, as if heavy snow covered the mountains in winter.
The white-haired old woman who controlled the whisk was flushed and her steps were swaying.
"Wow."
She grabbed the back handle of the whisk that bounced back with one hand, while she bent backwards and spurted blood.
Jiuyang walked forward leisurely and raised his hand to point.
The burly man who leaned down and rushed down was stiff, his pupils shrank, and he stayed in mid-air, unable to move.
A drop of blood oozed from his forehead, gradually spreading, and then forming long, thin and curved cracks on the surface of the skin.
His eyes, which were originally full of murderous intent, became dim and dull, and quickly became dull.
"Go." Jiuyang waved his hand nonchalantly.
"boom."
Blood mist flew, and the burly man's body exploded on the spot, and his soul was wiped out in just ten seconds.
"Lao Qi." The white-haired old woman shivered in disbelief and screamed.
On the other side, the thin old man with tied-up hair and sideburns immediately burned the talisman and took out a palm-sized yellow dharma plate in the light of the fire.
This Dharma plate is engraved with the symbols of the nine palaces, with a Dharma needle left in the middle. It has a simple style and a rounded body.
He made a seal with his hands and muttered something.
He bit his index finger again and spread the blood evenly around it.
"Get into formation."
As he spoke solemnly, the Dharma plate spun and took off at an extremely fast speed.
Dazzling lights lit up one after another from the Nine Palaces, making people almost unable to open their eyes.
"Kill my seventh junior brother, you deserve to die."
The thin old man raised his hand to lead, and the Dharma plate instantly returned to calm.
But the next moment, nine phantoms were thrown from high altitude, like invisible chains blocking all directions.
Looking from a distance, it is really huge and terrifying.
"What is it?" I felt my scalp tingle when I looked at it, and I asked uneasily: "Is this shadow real or fake?"
