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Chapter 3827 Pindao is just a legend

"How is it possible? This bad old man actually knocked down the Evil King with one punch?"

Huyan Lanzhu was stunned and looked at the Evil King in disbelief as he was easily knocked away.

The Evil King, who almost forced him into a desperate situation, was punched away by this humble and slovenly Taoist.

And judging by the look of this bad old man, it seems like he did it effortlessly.

Zhuo Wen in the dense forest was also deeply shocked.

Although he knew that the sloppy Taoist's cultivation of Haoran's righteousness was very profound, he didn't know exactly how profound it was.

He had asked the sloppy Taoist before, but this guy didn't reveal anything about it.

Zhuo Wen only knew that this old guy's righteousness practice was unfathomable.

Especially after learning the Qi Refining Chapter, this sloppy Taoist is definitely a master among masters in dealing with evil spirits.

But he didn't expect that the sloppy Taoist could be so strong, and that the evil king was knocked down with just one punch.

This is a monster that even a powerful person like Huyan Lanzhu cannot do anything about!

"I still underestimated him!"

Zhuo Wen looked at the slovenly Taoist figure with somewhat complicated eyes.

On the contrary, Daokong and Dao Jing, who were beside Zhuo Wen, did not think so much and kept cheering for the sloppy Taoist.

"It turned out to be Haoran Zhengqi. Are these guys from the Haoran Taishang family? Hasn't that mysterious family been wiped out? I can still see the remaining disciples!"

Huyan Lanzhu silently looked at the sloppy Taoist's awe-inspiring righteousness, his eyes showed shock and confusion, and he murmured to himself.

"Ah! Why? Why are there still humans practicing Haoran Zhengqi in this world!"

The Evil King roared in horror, then turned into a puff of black smoke and quickly fled into the distance.

The arrogant Evil King was so frightened by the sloppy Taoist's punch that he even ran away without the courage to confront the sloppy Taoist.

The sloppy Taoist's eyes narrowed slightly, but he still stood where he was, and then he squeezed the air with his right hand.

Suddenly, the mighty righteousness turned into a huge hand, and appeared in the sky above the fleeing evil king in the blink of an eye.

ah!

The big hand condensed by Haoran's righteousness suddenly fell down, and the evil king screamed and was knocked to the ground, and then was suppressed to the ground, making it difficult to move at all.

The sloppy Taoist walked slowly and came not far from the Evil King.

"Evil King, you cannot escape in my hands! You have killed so many monks, and today is the day of your retribution."

A rare serious look appeared on the face of the sloppy Taoist. His right hand fell into the void, and then he raised his righteous energy in mid-air, condensing the phantom of a huge golden book thousands of feet tall.

The phantom of the golden book slowly opened, and countless densely packed golden characters appeared on it.

These characters seemed to have magic power. They flew out of the golden book and landed on the evil king one after another, wrapping around his whole body.

The evil king looked horrified. These densely packed characters contained some special power.

The moment the characters attached to the Evil King's body, the Evil King's body gradually started to smoke, and then disintegrated and disappeared.

The sloppy Taoist planned to use Haoran's righteousness to directly refine this evil king.

"You...you...you, the exorcist family, are the same. How many of our evil spirits have you killed? What's the difference between you and our evil spirits?" the evil king roared angrily.

"What kind of ghost is the exorcist family? I don't know at all. I only know that you evil spirits are the enemies of our monks and should be killed!"

The sloppy Taoist smiled coldly, and then the golden characters became denser and denser, falling on the evil king.

The Evil King's body was constantly shrinking under the refining of the golden characters, with endless black smoke emitting from the surrounding area and an unpleasant stench.

"Aren't you a descendant of the Haoran family?"

The evil king realized something was wrong and asked quickly.

The sloppy Taoist shrugged and said, "This is the first time I have heard of the Haoran Supreme Family!"

"Since you are not from the Haoran Taishang family, why do you use Haoran's righteousness? And I have no conflict with you. How about you let me go and I will immediately hand over the human man you are looking for to you?"

The evil king spoke very quickly. He was really afraid of this sloppy Taoist now.

Haoran's righteousness is much more domineering than the growth of all things in Huyan Lanzhu, and the Haoran's righteousness of this sloppy Taoist is also obviously much stronger.

He had no chance of winning against this sloppy Taoist, and the final result would be to be refined.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you right away! I'm just training you now!"

The sloppy Taoist smiled evilly, then stopped talking, but drove the golden characters to speed up the process of refining the evil king.

The evil king screamed in agony. Under the refining of the golden characters, his body continued to shrink, and finally transformed from a huge body of several thousand feet into a pocket evil king only the size of a palm.

Of course, most of the evil king's power has been refined by the golden characters, and now he is completely weak and extremely weak.

"Old man, what on earth do you want to do?"

After the Evil King saw that his body had become so small and the golden characters around him gradually faded away, he had a bad premonition and hurriedly shouted.

The sloppy Taoist laughed, grabbed the evil king, and threw him into the spiritual ring.

The evil king was too weak to resist the sloppy Taoist, so he could only watch as he was thrown into the spiritual ring like a toy.

After doing this, Zhuo Wen, Daokong and Dao Jing came over.

"Master, you are so awesome! You have eliminated such a terrible evil king. I admire you so much!" Dao Jing said with shining eyes as he looked at the sloppy Taoist.

Daokong crossed his arms and said in an old-fashioned way: "Sure enough, it was my clever calculation. I knew that Master would win. I really admire myself!"

Zhuo Wen glanced sideways at the two little Taoist boys and rolled his eyes silently.

He knew that when the sloppy Taoist walked towards the Evil King, these two little guys were all badmouthing him, especially the little guy Daokong, who threatened that the sloppy Taoist was dead and planned to run away as soon as possible.

The sloppy Taoist posed again, shook his head, and said with a lonely expression: "This is what it feels like to be in the cold at a high place. It's so rare to be alone and seek defeat!"

Zhuo Wen held his head, this old guy is addicted to pretending, right? He can say anything. He has never seen anyone more pretentious than him.

"You are not really from the Haoran family, are you?"

Huyan Lanzhu walked over slowly, looked at the sloppy Taoist with a strange expression, and asked in a deep voice.

Zhuo Wen and others were confused. They had never heard of the Haoran Taishang family.

The sloppy Taoist changed his posture, turned his face to Huyan Lanzhu, and pretended to be profound: "Little brother Huyan, don't worship Pindao, Pindao is just a legend."


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