Lao Bai didn't hold any magic weapon in his hand, but relied on his hands to defeat many masters of Baihu Hall, which shows his high level of cultivation. When he spoke, it was like thousands of beasts galloping, and his voice was like a loud bell.
"The Demon-Conquering Hall and the Cangdian Pavilion are my thousand-year inheritance in Qingcheng Mountain. I will never tolerate outsiders prying into them!"
"Okay, if you're looking for death, don't blame me for being rude! Just let me break your Xumi floating dust!"
The four people behind Mr. Bai all moved forward and said in unison:
"Brother, we are here to help you!"
"Go back to me, you can't deal with this guy, don't come here to die!"
Although Bai Lao is about the same age as Zhang Haoran, Bai Lao's body is obviously much stronger. What's even more surprising is that he took a long breath and suddenly stood up more than ten feet tall. After a while, he turned out to be as big as a house, and his body moved towards
The previous leap was unexpectedly light, leaping like an ape in three leaps and bounds, and rushed towards Zhang Haoran.
Zhang Haoran closed his eyes again and waved the floating dust. Tens of thousands of feet-long floating dust instantly appeared, flashing with silver light, and directly wrapped around the giant Bai Lao. Bai Lao pulled left and right, but struggled harder and harder.
, he lowered his body and gathered his strength, the spiritual energy all over his body surged, and a white-fronted tiger seemed to appear behind him, and with a loud roar, it actually opened the floating dust.
"Disciple's soul, five internal organs Xuanming!" Zhang Haoran suddenly recited a Taoist scripture, and saw the floating dust dispersed again, forming a huge formation, surrounding Mr. Bai in the center of the formation. Mr. Bai felt that his soul was being absorbed
It was shaking like an electric shock, and the floating dust turned into white sword edges. Each sword edge was filled with the majestic Taoist Qi, stabbing at him from all directions!
Seeing that the situation was not good, Bai Lao sank, and saw a burst of dazzling golden light, surrounding Bai Lao. And a frightening force rushed up from under Bai Lao's feet. It was Bai Lao's famous skill - White Tiger.
Jue can be described as extremely mysterious.
Fu Chen, who was in the shape of a sword, hit the big man's tiger-pan golden light with a "bang" sound. The giant Bai Lao himself has the power of ten thousand men, and he has practiced such a powerful technique. This blow can't be said.
It also required hundreds of kilograms of strength, but the sword energy floating dust was shattered into pieces, and the Sumeru floating dust also turned into wisps of fragments, floating all over the sky.
"puff!"
When Zhang Haoran saw that his formation was broken, he spurted out a mouthful of his heart's blood. He only felt that his eyes were turning black. Sumeru Dust was his own magic weapon. Once it was destroyed, the spiritual platform would be shattered and all the meridians would be severed. Now he could only rely on a
He could barely keep his breath.
Looking at the old man Bai, he was also seriously injured. His Tang Yi was stained with blood, and his body was covered with sword wounds. His flesh and blood were very frightening. He was protected from the pain by his four brothers who protected his heart in time.
Zhang Haoran was seriously injured like this.
"God's will! Is today really the day when our Qingcheng Mountain will be destroyed! Uncle Master! Why don't you show up yet!"
Zhang Haoran suddenly looked up to the sky and screamed, his bloodshot eyes full of unwillingness and pain, and he knelt down on the ground, with only one breath left and could not utter a word.
"As for your uncle, although his cultivation level is high, there will naturally be people to deal with him. You'd better care about yourself."
The second son of the Tang clan burst out laughing when he heard Zhang Haoran mention his uncle.
"Zhang, I told you not to go against me, hahaha."
At this time, seeing that the two masters of Qingcheng Mountain were seriously injured and could no longer fight, Manager Zhou, who had been watching the battle, suddenly stood up and laughed. At the same time, he turned back and commanded his subordinates: "You guys, why don't you break it up quickly?"
This ruined palace!"
"Hey, don't forget about our affairs!" Seeing that the overall situation has been decided, the Tang Sect's second-in-command pushed Mr. Bai aside, and shouted to Manager Zhou: "The Demon-Conquering Palace is up to you, but this underground thing belongs to me.
From the Tang Sect!”
"That's natural, natural." Although Manager Zhou said Nono, he secretly cursed in his heart, "Bah, who do you think you are? If there is really something good in this underground place, I, Zhou Wanjin, must be counted as a share."
Just as Manager Zhou's men drove the machine close to the Demon-Conquering Hall, suddenly a thin voice appeared in front of the excavator, "You are not allowed to come over!" It turned out that this person was the little Taoist priest who led Ye Long up the mountain - Qingfeng.
He was originally hiding in the wing room in the backyard, and came out to check when he heard a noise. As soon as he arrived at the Fumo Palace, he saw that his master and uncle were seriously injured, so he picked up a broken sword on the ground and pointed it at the excavator in front of him.
Let them get close to the Demon-Conquering Hall.
"Hey, there's another young boy!"
When Manager Zhou saw that Qingfeng was a little Taoist boy, he couldn't help but started joking. He called a few men to get Qingfeng away, but Qingfeng resisted with all his strength and suddenly bit Manager Zhou's hand.
"Ah! Damn it, I'll kill you!" Manager Zhou felt pain and cursed, raising his hand to slap Qingfeng in the face.
"You beat even a child! Get out of here!"
Qingfeng did not expect that a figure suddenly appeared in front of him. The voice was very familiar to him. When he took a closer look, he turned out to be Ye Long!
Ye Long seemed to have changed into a different person, his body was filled with a faint light, like a god-like figure, which made the breeze behind him feel like a spring breeze. Manager Zhou's hand was tightly grasped by Ye Long, and before he could speak,
Ye Long directly threw Manager Zhou aside like he was carrying a baby. Manager Zhou flew out hard, fell against the wall, and passed out.
"Who are you!"
The Tang Sect did not obtain Ye Long's information in advance, and several people in the Tang Sect did not know Ye Long's details at all. At this time, the second child came out and asked.
"Who are you!"
The Tang Sect did not obtain Ye Long's information in advance, and several people in the Tang Sect did not know Ye Long's details at all. At this time, the second child came out and asked.
"It turns out I'm just a tourist, but you killed someone, so you must die today!"
Only he knows what Ye Long experienced in Shenxin Cave. Now Ye Long understands why Ji Muhong, the Underworld Chief, asked him to come to Qingcheng Mountain, and also understands why these Tang Sects entered the Demon-Conquering Hall and Zangdian Pavilion without hesitation to kill people. It is estimated that now
The two master uncles who were the masters of Qingcheng Mountain were probably also killed.
Ye Long looked at the two seriously injured headmasters and the Qingcheng Mountain disciples who had been killed, and his anger rose in his heart. What he hated most was the indiscriminate killing of innocent people. Although the Qingcheng Mountain in front of him had nothing to do with him, the objects in the Demon-Conquering Hall were also
It could not be taken away by the Tang Sect. Qingfeng also trembled and hid behind Ye Long. Although Qingfeng was a little ashamed, she still had to rely on Ye Long out of fear.
"Young boy, you don't know what's good or bad!"
Although the second child didn't know the details of Ye Long, Guan Yelong was only in his twenties, and even if he had some cultivation, he would only be too high, so he didn't need to be too cautious.