The two-foot figure crossing the hill was stopped.
He looked at the people blocking him through the Qi-Blood Iron Armor covering his face.
The demon blood between the eyebrows beats.
He knew the three people walking towards him. They were famous first-rate masters in the world.
It is said that at Mr. Yue's 100th birthday party half a year ago, these three brothers made a great show.
The leader defeated Mr. Yue and became famous in one fell swoop.
However, in Shou He's eyes, they are just local chickens and dogs, not worth mentioning.
Maybe he would have exchanged pleasantries in the past, but this time it was extremely urgent, and anyone who tried to stand in his way would die in his hands.
Therefore, the King Catcher, who turned a deaf ear to the situation, had no intention of stopping and continued to stride forward.
"kill!"
In an instant, three more bodies were left behind.
Shou He saw an old man smoking a cigarette.
He seemed to know this old man. After thinking about it carefully, wasn't he the man who hid behind the young man when the old god took action that day?
…
At first, Ghost Sage thought it was a magical power that affected his thinking.
Because his thoughts became very long.
Quite slow.
He soon discovered the difference. It was not that his mind was affected, but that his body was aging due to this magical power.
As people age, so do things.
Not only people and objects, but also a weapon and a cloud in the sky will age.
That kind of loneliness abandoned by time is frightening and unsettling.
In the end, there was nothing to do.
The word closest to old age is death.
"Is the Tao body magical?"
A few words came out from his pale lips.
The red-haired ghost saint guarding the entrance of the courtyard staggered.
The black air that covered his body turned into decayed dust and fell down, revealing a face that looked like the icy peaks of a distant mountain. He was so old at this moment that even his red hair was turning gray.
Cui Jianlu nodded slightly.
Admit it generously.
The Ghost Saint is still walking towards him.
The pace is extremely slow, but one step at a time.
With every step he took, his figure grew thinner.
He walked twenty-four steps in a row and stopped not far from Cui Jianlu.
call.
Let out a breath.
At this moment, the Ghost Saint is skinny and bones.
But strangely enough, this dry skin has never changed at all.
The Ghost Saint, who was holding up his fist, suddenly punched out.
Refining all dharmas reveals yin and yang.
Two Qi burst out.
The body that was as dry as firewood came back to life in a matter of seconds.
It's as if time goes back and the black and red light and shadow condense again.
The old man's teeth faded away and gave way to fangs, his old face turned into a peak of ice again, and even his gray hair turned into a waterfall of red hair draped over his shoulders.
The great millstone appears in the void.
It seems that it will never change due to other will.
Cui Jianlu asked in surprise: "What kind of magical power is this?"
"Immortal!"
"And, the rotation of yin and yang."
Cui Jianlu was facing a formidable enemy. Now he fully understood the terror of the Ghost Saint. This was a powerful weapon spirit with the ultimate Yin and Yang Dao, and the green grassy world was transformed.
At the same time, he had already pinched the seal in his hand: "The four seasons change, all things..."
The ghost sage twists and seals at the same time.
The two parties performed ancient magic as if in tacit agreement.
"Before crossing the river, hit the middle stream!"
"ban!"
"Ancient magic?!"
Cui was shocked when he saw the deer.
His ancient magic was canceled by unknown magic before it could be activated.
If you feel it carefully, it should not be eliminated.
It was because the magic was too fast and it preceded the enemy. In the middle of his execution, it was like a military charge, directly cutting off the ritual of his magic. This caused the magical power to be unable to be activated.
"good!"
Cui Jianlu roared: "No matter how secretive or magical powers are, they will be greatly reduced here, so let me crush you purely with my tactics!"
Godly acting tactics.
Ancient Immortal!
Wearing a purple gold crown and a purple robe.
Fist horizontally in front of you to form a boxing frame.
Cui Jianlu was like a divine general in the void, tearing apart the clouds blocking the way.
Under the evolution of tactics.
God is an immortal.
It really seems like a god has arrived, raising a long fist called the Galaxy to cleanse the world of filth.
However, this is a forbidden place after all, and more people cannot see the horror of this ancient immortal's battle method. Even if it is only a few courtyards away, the pilgrims in the front hall have not noticed it.
However, standing on the other side of Cui Jianlu was Ghost Saint, and he could clearly feel the power of Cui Jianlu's tactics.
boom!
The air trembled into ripples, detonating behind them and turning into wisps of smoke.
Cui Jianlu, whose fighting skills evolved, punched out.
Separated by two walls, Li Yuanqing was lying on the railing and his eyes widened.
As a prince, he had naturally seen warriors fighting, but in his opinion, such fighting was not unusual and was within the ordinary scope.
But this man in a purple robe is different. He doesn't look much stronger than those rumored first-rate warriors, but his attacks are completely different.
Every move seemed to contain some kind of terror.
It left an indelible impression on Li Yuanqing's young mind.
I'm afraid these are those great monks.
It seems that the strength that can be exerted is very limited, but in fact, every move implies the heaven and earth, and coerces the great road.
This made him worry about the young man wearing black light and shadow.
The monk with Purple Gold Crown is so powerful, will the young man who rescued him be his opponent?
His eyes fell over.
The red-haired monk who was supposed to be standing there disappeared without a trace.
boom!!!
The first thought of the pilgrims in the front yard was thunder.
But how can there be thunder in a perfectly clear sky?
Only the young man could see clearly that it was not thunder at all, but the action of two monks. The two people who made the action were like two balls of thunder and lightning falling from the sky.
Purple lightning and red lightning clashed.
A solid change of punch.
The two fisted each other and erupted with terrifying energy, forming a vacuum there.
Bang bang.
The purple thunder Cui Jianlu flew nearly ten feet away before landing.
He took two hard steps.
The huge pit finally stopped his body.
The red Ghost Saint also flew out.
However, his body seemed to have no entity. It stabilized in mid-air and slowly landed on the ground as it stepped into the air.
"Good boxing skills!"
Cui Jianlu praised: "If it weren't for our different positions, I would like to discuss and discuss with fellow Taoists."
A strange color flashed in Ghost Saint's eyes.
Ever since he started practicing boxing, he has always been defeated by his boxing skills.
The monks of the same generation are all unable to perform a few moves.
Even the old saint who was guarding the young man when he first met the monk had his arms knocked off by his two punches.
Unexpectedly, today I finally met someone who could match him.
"Your Excellency's boxing skills are good."
No wonder Cui Jianlu could say calmly: 'His backer is me.'
With his cultivation strength, he can indeed be a backer.
"Come again!"
Cui Jianlu was overjoyed when he met his opponent in chess.
The ancient immortal fighting method makes him like a fighting immortal.
The purple thunder formed into a thunder cloud and crashed towards the red-haired ghost saint.
The Ghost Saint rises from the ground.
Red Breath evolves into Thunder Prison.
As soon as Lei Yun and Lei Yufu came into contact, divine light burst out from their foreheads, and the monk among them exchanged more than ten moves in an instant. Both of them were elites in boxing, and they had walked their own way.
One is a descendant of an ancient immortal who has accumulated time in his Taoist body and practices boxing without knowing how old he is.
The other side is the path of immortality, negative yin and yang, and the devil acts as the king of Ming.
boom.
Ten moves.
Twenty moves.
Fifty moves.
…
Seeing that hundreds of moves are coming.
The purple thunder clouds of Fighting Fist were obviously not as strong as they were initially, while the red thunder clouds of Ghost Saint expanded rapidly.
If this continues, Cui Jianlu will be defeated.
It has to be said that Cui Jianlu is indeed a rare genius. Even if he doesn't know how to use other talents, his fighting skills and magical powers are enough to make him famous among the younger generation.
It's a pity that the shocking battle between the two can only take place in the Temple of the God.
Because of the existence of Shenjun and Shenjun, it cannot be fully presented.
"Ran Kong!"
The turbulent fists gradually gathered together.
Five breaths have arrived.
The red-haired ghost saint who used the soul-swallowing fist actually turned into mist the moment he punched out.
As if it had exhausted its vitality, the mist dissipated into the sky and the earth.
The sudden change made Cui Jianlu confused. He didn't understand why the ghost saint who was sure to win was missing.
When he thought about it carefully, he understood immediately.
It must be that the backhand he arranged took effect, either Shou He has been killed, or the Ghost Saint is rushing to rescue Shou He, and there is no space to fight with him.
Cui Jianlu, who wanted to understand, whispered: "Don't blame me for being mean. There are some things that I have to be cautious about!"
"excuse me."
As he said that, Cui Jianlu looked at the closed door.
Step towards the door.
"how come?!"
Li Yuanqing, who was peeking, was shocked.
He covered his mouth tightly.
I never expected that the old god everyone calls me would lose.
Ever since I came to Yanjun Temple, the three words I heard most often were the words "old god".
No matter whoever mentions the old god, he can tell many legends and deeds. He knows that many of them are false, but he is willing to believe that they are true.
Because his father believed this was true.
But what about now?
Defeated!
The old fairy was defeated.
Everyone in Yanjun Temple was wrong.
He was wrong too.
Likewise, his father... was also wrong!
Those who lose cannot be right.
There is no way out for those who lose.
People who lose should not know what "Yuan" means.
Suddenly, countless thoughts came to my mind.
Li Yuanqing seemed to have had all his strength drained away.
It fell from the wall with a clatter.
He cried while squatting in the corner, biting his palm to prevent himself from crying, but he still cried, crying very sadly.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
…
Cui Jianlu ignored a child's cry.
He had already walked to the gate, took out a piece of Sinan's treasure, and printed it on the gate in front of him.
Boom!
The door slowly opened.
What comes into view is a fairyland and a magical land.
And an ancient sacred tree at the end.
The light is like a star.
Brilliant in fairyland.
Dao patterns are intertwined and gathered into a network to support this world.
A red peach like a heart is in the center of the branches.
ancient trees.
Miracle medicine.
And a blue stone pedestal.
On the stone seat, a young man who looked down on the traces of time sat cross-legged.
The top corner of the halberd points diagonally towards the sky, and the red hair like a waterfall is spread over the shoulders.
Black and red Taoist robes are added to the body.
The green and white palm holds two seals.
The right hand is the wheel seal, and the left hand is unable to see the secret of the seal.
Behind him, a large flag about ten feet long hung down.
The wind blows.
Blue-black flags were raised.
At the same time, the monk sitting cross-legged on the green platform of the ancient tree suddenly opened his eyes.