The three simple movements of Lao Shaodaozi were as if they had been tempered for thousands of times, with full momentum. With a "Peng" sound, the flame beast exploded with its fist, without any resistance. The flames dispersed one after another, and a fiery red flame bead
Falling to the ground, spinning around.
Lao Shaodaozi picked up the flame bead the size of a dove egg, looked at it carefully, and put it into his sleeve. This flame bead contains a little bit of the essence of Lihuo. It is a good auxiliary material for practicing fire-attribute skills and is worth at least a hundred gold. p>
Wu Sheng stared at the floor tile at the foot of Lao Shao Knife. The texture was like jade, and the glaze was painted with gold, red, and emerald. The vine patterns surrounded a strange shape. Wu Sheng's pupils suddenly shrank. That was definitely nothing.
The decorative pattern is an ancient shamanic word - "sacrifice"!
He looked around and saw countless vines and brick patterns on the ground, like colorful snakes, crawling around and making out the word "sacrifice" one after another. His scalp was numb and his body was cold.
The sound of rapid footsteps came from the other side of the corridor, and more than a dozen humans were shouting and chasing the two horses. "Hoo!" One person threw a knife and threw it away. The blade embedded into the shoulder blade of the horse on the left, making a sour sound.
There was a crunching sound. Ma Hua's body tilted, and two spikes were immediately inserted from the vest. Ma Hua fell forward, and a giant hammer smashed down the bag head, smashing the Tianling Cap to pieces, and the red and white brains burst out. Then seven or eight hands
Pulling it into the corpse's arms, the jeweled aura comes out.
The other Ma Hua roared wildly, and swept back with all his strength with the iron rod, knocking it away. Four or five weapons were handed to him one after another. With the help of the force of the shock, he jumped up high in a somersault, flipped several feet in the air, and headed straight towards Wu Sheng's direction.
Come rushing.
The old Shao Daozi stood in the center of the palace corridor, his body as motionless as a mountain.
"Stop them for us!" Ma Hua recognized Lao Shao Knife and shouted as he ran wildly. This old human race guy has always been polite to them and paid a lot of tribute every month.
Lao Shao Dao Zi turned over his shoulder, and Ma Hua passed by him. Suddenly his body was shaken, and his seven orifices were bleeding. He turned his head and stared at Lao Shao Dao Zi, and slowly fell to his knees on the ground.
"You don't even understand how things have changed, and living is useless." Lao Shaodaozi shook his head, unhurriedly loosened his fist, and grabbed a fragrant Ganoderma lucidum grass from the opponent's body.
The people who were chasing him slowed down and looked at each other. One of them, a big man with a scarred face, bravely shouted: "Old Shaodaozi, we were the first to take a fancy to this monkey. Why did you get in the way?"
Others also raised their swords high and shouted: "Yes, what's the fun, everyone wants to divide the meat in a pot!" "Old Shao Daozi, we are all refining our energy and regaining our spirits. If you fight hard, you can beg for it.
Okay?" "There are so many treasures in the fairy palace, why break the rules?"
"Rules?" Old Shao Daozi murmured, looking across the crowd, as if reaching into an unreachable distance. Suddenly, Lao Shao Daozi's high-pitched laughter echoed in the palace corridor.
"The old Shao Daozi has a strong and majestic posture, and there is a majestic and cunning mountain hidden in his body." Qingfeng looked at the empty nightmare lake in the distance and fell into deep thought.
Zhikari asked curiously: "Senior, has he seen him?"
"Fifty years ago, there was a Taoist boy in Wuliang Pure Land who killed his master in anger and defected from the mountain. It was probably this person. It is said that he had excellent bones and was very consistent with the Shanzi Jue of Wuliang Pure Land."<
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"It's a great fortune to be able to join such a prestigious Taoist sect as the Infinite Pure Land, so why would you want to defect?"
"Most Taoist boys come from poor families. Although they are not as good as those from aristocratic families, they are considered wealthy and have no worries about food and clothing. When they go to the mountain gate, they are reduced from being the darling of the family to a humble boy who serves tea and pours urine. Sometimes they are beaten and punished.
It's not that easy to get through." Qingfeng sighed in despair, "I heard that this person stayed in Wuliangjing for ten years and only learned some martial arts skills, and he was not even taught any techniques."
"Perhaps his bones are too good, and he is young and energetic, so he doesn't know how to tolerate it." Zhi Shouzhen thought thoughtfully. Only nobles can receive the true inheritance of the Taoist sect. Even if he has enough energy and blood now, he still needs "Yongninghou Crown Prince".
This precious identity.
"But I endured and endured, and finally lost my sharpness." After a moment of silence, Qingfeng lowered his head and stared at the grass stalks bent by the wind, "My sword lacked this sharpness, so it was defeated by Yan Chuanglang's fist.
Right."
"Hahahaha... Tell me the rules?" Lao Shaodaozi glanced at everyone, laughing wildly and coldly.
"I have been practicing boxing for sixty years, and I finally understand a truth." He spoke slowly and slowly raised his fist, with momentum like mountains rising.
Zhikarizhen stared at Qingfeng's gloomy eyes, leaned down, pulled up two grass stalks, held one in his palm, and handed the other to Qingfeng.
Qingfeng subconsciously took it, Zhikarizhen flicked his wrist, raised the grass stalk, turned into a sharp sword and cut through the air, piercing Qingfeng's chest.
The breeze shakes the grass stalks, sealing the incoming force of the real grass stalks. The real grass stalks change immediately, seeming virtual and real, and moving unpredictably. The grass stalks of the breeze also follow it like a shadow, changing like the wind.
Zhi ShouZhen suddenly asked: "Senior, are people born with high or low status?"
Qingfeng hesitated for a moment and replied: "Of course there is."
"Are swords inherently high or low?"
"Of course -" Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, and the grass stalks came straight through, gently touching the skirt of Qingfeng's robe. He stared at the young man, raised his eyebrows and smiled, putting the grass stalks in his hands far away, "No!"<
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"All the rules in this world are just to make you lower your head."
Lao Shaodaozi's eyes darkened, and he stepped straight into the crowd. His fist broke the steel knife, penetrated the door, and the opponent's head exploded like a firework.
"If you have to bow your head,"
He moved forward, lowered his shoulders, and struck again. Each weapon broke apart in front of the fist, which was as strong and hard as a mountain. Blood spattered continuously, and wailing sounds could be heard endlessly.
"Then stand on the highest mountain top,"
With a "Peng" sound, he turned sideways, punched the person who came from behind, and beat him to the guts.
"Let all the rules stand up for me!"
He advanced, lowered his hips, and pumped his fists. His energy was like a mountain pressing down on top, and he was unstoppable. Every time he punched, someone's weapon would be broken and someone would fall to the ground dead.
The remaining few people looked fearful, and they both roared, and behind them appeared shadows of Dharma images: a hundred-segmented centipede with a red head and green eyes, shaking its head and tail, breathing poisonous mist; an eight-edged plum blossom bright silver hammer, as big as a mountain.
, rotating and whistling.
The giant hammer method stirred up strong winds and smashed down from mid-air. The centipede method circled the ground close to each other, looking for opportunities to bite. Laoshao Knife was still simple, stepping and punching in one move.
"Boom!" The fist of flesh and blood slammed into the giant hammer. The brilliance burst out and the giant hammer was torn into pieces. The fist changed direction and hit the ground. The concussive ripples radiated around. The centipede was rolled up by the angry ripples and crushed.
Crush.
The two of them stood frozen, their facial features bleeding, and their invincible fist power had already passed through the Dharma, destroying the vitality of their physical bodies.
The remaining one leaped into the air, turned over like a kite, chased the stars and the moon, and copied the water three times like a swallow... He changed more than ten kinds of light body techniques in succession, and fled in panic into the distance.
Lao Shaodaozi narrowed his eyes and raised his fist.
These fists have been soaked in for sixty years, and have long been perfected. They have returned to their original nature and wielded his own way from the most superficial martial arts techniques.
"It's what's called a mountain if it has edges and corners!" He hunched his shoulders and straightened his waist, stepped forward and punched. The shadow of the mountain shot out from the fist, stretched more than ten feet in the air, and hit the man's vest in the middle.
"Refining the God and returning to the void!" The man vomited blood and screamed, his body exploded, and the broken limbs fell to the ground one by one.
Lao Shaodaozi walked over and plundered all the treasures and elixirs from many corpses. He looked back at Wu Sheng and said, "I want to enter the core of the Immortal Palace as soon as possible. How do I get there?"