Jiuyang smiled confidently and strode forward: "If I don't let him die, no one in this world can hurt him in the slightest."
"boom."
The Nine Palace Qi Condensing Formation under the Dao Sect disappeared in an instant, turning into billowing smoke that shot straight into the sky.
The next moment, dozens of figures flew past.
Led by the white-haired old woman in gray robes, they were scattered in all directions, with great fighting spirit.
Jiuyang put his hands behind his back and floated in the air, as if he were walking on flat ground.
His face was covered with a black hood, hiding his face in an extremely mysterious manner.
I was horrified when I saw it and said, "We promised to wait for the opportunity to act. Isn't this too showy?"
"Also, where did your headscarf come from?" I asked curiously, "I don't have this thing in my room."
Jiuyang looked down on everyone on the top of the mountain and answered me casually: "I picked it up on the road, are you handsome?"
I coughed dryly and was speechless.
Jiuyang continued: "Compared to wasting time by dilly-dallying, I prefer the simplicity that comes from doing it once and for all."
"It's just three little grasshoppers, just kill them."
"Who should I start with?"
There was an intriguing hint of teasing at the corner of his mouth, his eyes fell on the burly man in front of him, and he said in a rough voice: "You are the weakest, with eleventh level of strength. Let's kill you first."
"You dare."
The white-haired old woman raised her hand, and a half-meter-long white whisk appeared out of thin air above Jiuyang's head.
The next moment, the whisk bloomed with red light, and the tens of thousands of hairs at the front formed a spider web and fell violently.
Like an invisible barrier, the Nine Suns are enveloped within it.
"Your Excellency does not dare to show his true face. He hides his head and shows his tail. You are really a shameless rat." The white-haired old woman made a hand with her hands, controlled the whisk to narrow the area and said: "My Taoist sect is here to do business. No matter which force you come from, retreat quickly.
But let bygones be bygones."
"otherwise......"
She changed the topic and said coldly: "The Taoist sect does not take the initiative to cause trouble, but it does not mean that someone can bully the Taoist sect unscrupulously."
"You want to die, so what if you are allowed to die?"
"Swish, swish, swish."
As the white-haired old woman finished speaking, the white spider web that bound Jiuyang expanded violently, getting bigger and bigger.
After a few breaths, there was only a "collapse" sound and the whisk disappeared.
When it condensed again, Jiuyang's body was tied up with five flowers and tied into a rice dumpling, making it difficult to move even an inch.
"Old Qi, tear off his hood, I want to see who dares to pretend to be a ghost in front of my Taoist sect." The white-haired old woman smiled coldly and said: "Destroy my Nine Palaces Qi Condensing Formation, and I will let you die and your body will be wiped out.
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The burly man leaned forward and grabbed Jiuyang's forehead with his big hands.
The latter said calmly: "The turbid bird whisk is said to be made from the turbid wood cut by Changqing Ziji, the founding ancestor of the Taoist sect, from the underworld of Huangquan."
"The turbid wood absorbs the yin energy of the underworld and can weigh up to 1,100 kilograms."
"Coincidentally, there are three soul-eating psychic sparrows parasitizing on that turbid tree."
"The turbid wood is the handle, the sparrow is the spirit, and its feathers are peeled off and cocoons are made into dust silk. It is regarded as the first yin instrument in China."
"Well, it's a pity that the bird spirit is asleep and its power is not one-third as powerful as before."