After a dangerous fight, the Ice Soul Arrow flew out from the Ice Valley and happened to land in Nezha's footsteps.
This scene immediately calmed the entire chaotic battle situation. Everyone's eyes were looking at the Ice Soul Arrow, their eyes glowing red, and their fiery and greedy expressions were enough to burn everything to death.
The first one to come back to his senses was Nezha. Without any hesitation, he grabbed the Ice Soul Arrow in his hand.
However, before Nezha could collect the Ice Soul Arrow, the crowd shouted loudly: "Emperor Dongji, hand over what you have in your hands!"
"Nezha, be wise and quickly hand over the ice arrow in your hand, otherwise I will make you look good after you leave this place!"
"Three generations of disciples of the Chan Sect, this object is destined to our Western Sect, please hand it over!"
"..."
For a time, Nezha became the target of public criticism.
Everyone's eyes were on him, and those green eyes were like a hungry wolf encountering a fat sheep, ready to move.
Seeing this, Nezha looked ugly.
He did not expect that things would develop to such a point. His goal was accomplished and the Ice Soul Arrow was obtained, but now it has become the target of public criticism. The slightest movement will cause everyone to besiege him.
The most important thing is that he will not choose to hand over the Ice Soul Arrow, which means he must face the siege of everyone.
After pondering for a while, Nezha waved and put the Ice Soul Black Arrow into his Qiankun Bag in full view of everyone. The next second, he activated his three heads and six arms, holding a heavy treasure in his hand, and said with great fighting spirit: "I want this arrow branch, who wants it?"
Those who are dissatisfied can come up and ask for advice!”
As soon as these words came out, all the monks in the room had gloomy expressions on their faces, and their anger was not concealed at all.
Nezha is undoubtedly the top among the younger generation in the Three Realms, but they are not from the younger generation. They are all strong men who have been famous since ancient times. How can they be happy to be provoked so rampantly by a younger generation?
Almost instantly, a figure rushed out from the crowd, with his hands behind his back. He looked at Nezha condescendingly and said, "Junior, I am a fellow of the same generation as Yu Sanqing. I advise you.
It's better to hand over the treasure, otherwise if you really take action, don't blame me for bullying the small."
Hearing this, Nezha snorted at him.
He hates this kind of master who pretends to be powerful based on his own identity. Even if the latter is a fake saint, even if the latter shows off his power in the outside world and is the overlord, but within the Dragon Temple, everyone's cultivation has been suppressed to a great extent.
Luo Jinxian's Dzogchen, Nezha is not afraid of anyone.
With a thought in his mind, the red tassel gun shook, and as the gun blossoms bloomed, Nezha's eyes shot out with murderous intent: "Where did this unknown person come from? Fortunately, you still belong to the same era as my master and others, but you are only in the realm of a false saint. You
Is this emperor afraid of you?"
"If you want to oppress me with your status, you are not qualified."
"In millions of years, you haven't even reached the perfection of the pseudo-sage. If I were you, I would have killed you with a piece of tofu."
As soon as these words came out, the old man's face instantly turned pale.
Although what Nezha said is true, after all, even if the strong men passed down from that era could not reach the heights of the Six Saints, most of them were pseudo-sage Dzogchen beings.
But what about this person?
Although his cultivation level is considered good among everyone, it is a pity that there is nothing outstanding about him.
But what made him most angry was not that Nezha was provoking the truth, but that Nezha, as a junior, was challenging his dignity.
Almost instantly, the old man's hands stretched out behind his back. As he waved one hand, endless mana gathered, and his magical power was activated, covering the sky with one hand.
I saw a huge palm falling from the sky, carrying a powerful force and hitting Nezha.
Seeing this, Nezha curled his lips in disdain.
Covering the sky with one hand is indeed a powerful magical power, but precisely because of this, the consumption required by it is huge. This old man is simply asking for trouble when he uses this move.
With a thought, the wind and fire wheels under Nezha's feet turned, and his figure kept moving in mid-air, with irregular rhythms, directly avoiding all the power of the magical power of the hand that covered the sky.
Bang——
The next second, a huge palm slapped the ice valley.
For a time, the glacier collapsed, the rocks disintegrated, and endless ice fragments were scattered in all directions.
At the same time, Nezha stood high in the air with his feet on the Hot Wheels, looking down at the old man and said: "How can you deal with this emperor with just a small skill, covering the sky with just one hand!"
As soon as these words came out, the old man's expression turned extremely ugly.
To be honest, he didn't expect that Nezha would avoid his attack with such a move.
This was in front of many monks. He failed to hit the target with full strength and directly consumed 30% of the mana in his body, but he didn't even hurt Nezha's hair. This was simply a great shame and humiliation.
The look on his face was green and white. The old man waved and a spear appeared in his hand. His eyes were fixed on Nezha in mid-air, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Bastard, I want to teach you a lesson on behalf of your master!"
After saying this, the old man picked up his spear and killed Nezha.
In response to this, Nezha's eyes flashed with solemnity, but he said not to be outdone at all: "Representing my master? Who do you think you are? In terms of cultivation, if you are not as good as my master, even I can kill you.
waste!"
As he spoke, the wind wheel under Nezha's feet turned, and his figure instantly faced the old man.
The three heads and six arms acted at the same time. In an instant, the red tassel spear, Huntian Ling, Qiankun Circle and other objects blocked the sky and blocked the sun. They beat the old man back steadily. The Taoist crown on his head was even blown away at the moment of the fight. His hair was disheveled, and the whole
The man looked extremely embarrassed.
Time flies, and the old man falls completely at a disadvantage under Nezha's suppression. From the beginning, he was on equal footing, and now he can only passively defend himself. His whole aura dissipates, and is replaced by endless embarrassment.
Seeing this scene, the monks around them couldn't help but mocked: "Trash!"
Indeed, it can be said that the latter has just started to declare his identity, which can be said to have frightened most of the monks. After all, people who were contemporaries of the Three Qing Dynasties survived such a chaotic era, even a pig is the best pig.
But what about now?
Although everyone's cultivation level has been suppressed, their realm is still there. In such a situation where they have the upper hand, the latter is actually beaten like this by Nezha, which shows how deceitful and unsightly the latter is.
The most important thing is that the old man's defeat directly caused the group of them to lose face. After all, everyone used to treat Nezha as a senior. This...
At this moment, a gold brick flew out of Nezha's hand and hit the old man's head directly.
While the latter was dizzy, Nezha appeared above him in a flash, hitting his back with the red tassel gun in his hand, and shouted in a low voice: "Get down here, my emperor!"