The roar was like a dragon's roar, stirring up heavy air explosions.
What was even more shocking was the silence inside and outside the city.
No matter who it was, they were extremely shocked when they heard this contemptuous sneer.
All the disciples of Lishengjiao were even more excited and sweating like blood. They were shocked beyond measure by the boldness of the visitor.
Some people were horrified, while others were angry.
Only the scolded Liansheng mother remained motionless on the altar. She slowly raised her eyes with a kind smile:
"Naughty little guy..."
call!
The visitor stepped like a dragon and fell down, accompanied by smoke, dust and sand rising into the sky, attracting everyone's attention.
One could see that the person coming was wearing a jet-black military robe, carrying a square-shaped halberd at an angle, and his black hair was flying together with the hunter's fire-like cape behind him.
Angzang's nine-foot body was as heavy as a mountain, and the extremely strong blood filled the air, suppressing the smoke, dust, wind and snow that filled the sky.
When anyone sees this person for the first time, he or she will feel an aura of arrogance and scorn coming toward his face, like a roc spreading its wings, arrogant and domineering.
"Little Overlord, enlighten Daoguang!"
When they saw someone coming, not only Lu Qingting, but also Yu Baimei, who had not been out of the mountain for a long time, and the great Zen Master Huan Dan also recognized the person.
Both are geniuses who came from Linlong Dao, Yilong is restrained and strong, Qi Daoguang is domineering and flamboyant, and their reputations are so great that they have become famous all over the world more than ten years ago.
"The light of enlightenment!"
Among the crowd far away, Jiang Wuyan's eyes lit up. The aura and will of the person in front of him were very much like Zhang Xuanba back then.
It's just that it's much more publicized.
Unconsciously, he compared it with the northwest king...
"Martial Saint!"
Chu Tianyi's heart trembled slightly, he had already sensed the source of the aura that made him tremble with fear.
Qidaoguang, how could he not know?
Both come from aristocratic families, and the Chu family he belongs to is only one of the four great families in Qingzhou, while the Qi family has a thousand-year heritage and is one of the top wealthy families in the country.
He is also a warrior, and as early as more than ten years ago, he was a contemporary genius who fought fiercely against the Martial Saint to survive.
At this moment, Qi Daoguang is already the Martial Saint!
only……
"He seems to be just a Martial Saint?"
A stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the arrival of the enlightened light attracted the attention of many people. Some people marveled at his courage, while others sneered.
"Such arrogance is a recipe for death!"
Ning Wuqiu's smile was cold, but his heart felt relieved. This junior had obtained the true inheritance of Zhang Xuanba, which was a huge threat to him.
But at this moment, he didn't care anymore.
With this sentence, not only this person, but also his family will be destroyed!
That old woman is a person who holds grudges. This can be seen from the various forces present today.
Big Toad Temple, Lanke Temple, Xuankong Mountain, and the imperial court are all those who have deep hatred against them...
"Amitabha!"
Looking at that domineering figure, there was some commotion where the monks of Lanke Temple were, and Zen Master Guangjue chanted the name of the Buddha in a low voice.
The young-looking Zen Master Huan Dan glanced thoughtfully at the twitching fish-white eyebrows in the distance.
The latter was also lowering his gaze.
The two of them looked at each other, and their clothes and robes were not moving in the wind.
Although one year is short, the two of them are not unprepared, but...
"Everyone please!"
After Overhaul settled the dust, Qi Daoguang just raised his hand casually and stepped into Anyang City, which was regarded as a forbidden area by many experts, in full view of everyone.
Boom!
His body is slender, but his steps are extremely heavy. Every step he takes is like the sound of thunder and the roar of a giant drum.
And every time he takes a step, the aura on his body is like a burning fire poured on oil, constantly rising and churning.
"Ashamed, ashamed!"
Seeing this, Yu Baimei couldn't help but sigh, and then stretched out his hand to pick up the Seven Tribulations Sword and Sheath on Lu Qingting's back in his hand.
Also headed towards the city gate.
"Martial Saint..."
Lu Qingting took a deep breath, feeling both envy and regret in his heart.
With his eyesight, he could naturally see that although Qi Daoguang became a Martial Saint, he was not promoted to the Ten Capitals. He was abandoning the path to immortality...
"Amitabha!"
The great Zen Master Huan Dan also stood up at about the same time. The monks, many of whom were fearful, also clasped their hands and followed closely behind.
Those who can receive invitations from the Liansheng Cult and dare to come here are mostly experts in the world, and most of them come from major forces.
Therefore, they had to accept the invitation and had to come.
Previously, I took pictures of the terrifying aura that resembled gods and Buddhas in the city. I was momentarily distracted. Now I saw someone leaving, and there were many people accompanying them.
Ning Wuqiu, Wu Longsheng, Cheng Yiyuan and other world-famous martial arts masters also stood up one after another.
Jiang Wuyang frowned slightly.
He did not receive the invitation, but came in a hurry after hearing that Yang Yu's family had been kidnapped, and then came at Yu Baimei's invitation.
At this moment, he just understood why Yang Yu was about to break through immediately despite only having a few points left in his savings...
only……
"Is he already here now?"
Scanning the surroundings with his peripheral vision, Jiang Wuyang thought in his mind, and after a moment, he got up and headed towards the city gate.
He was afraid of the old monster, but it was just fear.
If he had lived longer and become stronger, he would not have been defeated by Zhang Xuanba back then...
Whoosh!
An invisible strong wind rises from Dingyang City.
Qi Daoguang walked eighteen steps along a long street, and his breath also changed eighteen times based on the original.
By the time he stopped in front of the square, his will had become so strong that it had turned into substance, making all the Lian Sheng believers in the square sit uneasily.
Buzz!
In a daze, the hearts of everyone who followed him had ripples in their hearts.
Jiang Wuyan's face even trembled!
Faintly, behind the burning will, he saw a familiar yet unfamiliar armored god!
Red horse, black armor, fire cloak!
Except that Fang Tian's painted halberd is no match, his will is just like the resurrection of Zhang Xuanba in his prime!
"He actually used Zhang Xuanba as his 'reflection' for his transformation!"
Yu Baimei's heart trembled slightly:
"No wonder his will is so strong. He has truly inherited Zhang Xuanba's path..."
Just because he has not left the mountain for a hundred years does not mean that he knows nothing about the outside world.
In fact, many years ago, he had met the King Zhao of Xifu behind Xuankong Mountain. It was only after that day that Xuankongshan was willing to obey the imperial court.
How could he not know how tyrannical that man was?
But he was also shocked by Qi Daoguang's courage.
Most of the 'reflections' of the Martial Saint's metamorphoses are based on themselves as the core, combining all the strengths, but this person actually did the opposite!
This is to serve others better than yourself!
"It's so similar! For a moment, I thought Zhang Xuanba was resurrected. No wonder, no wonder..."
On the altar, Laisheng's mother's smile was still kind, and her aura was not dangerous at all. She looked at Qidaoguang, smiled, and shook her head:
"It's a pity that if you imitate him, you won't live long!"
Her voice was as calm as ever, but to everyone's senses, it was extremely grand, like the wings of a sea of clouds, making everyone's hearts sway.
"Are you still alive?"
Qi Daoguang made a cold sound, and the Fangtian painted halberd on his shoulder slowly dropped down, and all his overwhelming will flowed into the painted halberd.
For today, he has been preparing for eleven months, and now his will has reached the point where it can no longer be increased.
However, his halberd was clanking, but it was not fired for a long time.
The old monster in front of him had a hazy and ethereal aura, and his body seemed to be illusory and illusory, making it impossible for him to focus on it. It also made him unable to determine whether the body in front of him was an incarnation or his true form.
"To live is to live, what does it mean?"
On the altar, Lisheng’s old mother’s smile remained unchanged. She looked around, looking everywhere. Whether outside or inside the city, everyone felt a chill in their hearts:
"One year has been a long time, but only a few people have come here? It seems that there are not many people who remember grandma in the world..."
call!
The cold current descended in an instant, and the extremely fierce murderous intent permeated the entire city.
"Blessings and Immeasurable Heavenly Lord!"
Yu Baimei took a step forward at the right time, and the invisible energy held Qi Daoguang like a palm, and the Seven Tribulations Sword was nearly half out of its sheath.
He lowered his eyebrows and looked down, and his voice was like the sharpest sword in the world:
"Old guy, don't be too arrogant! So what if you live for three thousand years? The sky has not changed yet. Even if you live for ten thousand years, you still can't break the threshold of Jiuyao!"
Everyone present knew the horror of Lian Sheng's old mother, but they understood better that no one could break through Jiuyao's Gate until the sky changed.
No matter how profound a person's accumulation is, it is still the same.
Therefore, killing him before the natural disaster was a tacit agreement between several people without any discussion.
"The little Taoist is quite brave!"
On the altar, Lisheng’s old mother lowered her eyes and smiled lightly:
"The founder of the Qin family did not dare to appear in front of me..."
"Drink, piss!"
Suddenly, at this tense moment, a childish voice suddenly interrupted everyone.
Immediately, an extremely strong aroma spread from the altar.
"This is?!"
The old monk Guangjue's heart suddenly moved, and immediately he was dumbfounded.
"you……"
Not just him?
The Great Zen Master Huan Dan, Yu Baimei, and even the masters of martial arts who were far away behind them were all jumping up and down.
Everyone's eyes were dull for a moment.
In the wind and snow, the baby being held by the old woman suddenly let out a "hehe" sound, and peeed in a long line on its red face.
And that old woman opened her mouth...
Drink them all!
Who would have thought that an old monster that has lived for three thousand years could actually...
The impact of this scene was so huge that even Yu Baimei and others felt sluggish for a moment.
Boom!
Only Qi Daoguang was able to keenly capture this fleeting fighter opportunity. He stepped out in one step and leapt out for several miles like a dragon.
The halberd he held upside down tore through the wind and snow in the sky and the altars in front of him in an instant.
The explosive cloud with heavy Qi, like a rainbow piercing the sun, slashed towards the old woman on the altar!
"Amitabha!"
In less than an instant, the old monk Guangjue moved with him, shaking the whole city with the roar of a heavenly dragon. Under the broad sleeves of his robe, a sword as black as ink was thrust out.
Bodhidharma's sword!
The one who was faster than the two of them was the young-looking Zen Master Huan Dan!
The distance of more than ten miles seemed to be non-existent under his feet. With just one step, he was already in front of the altar.
The sound of the dragon-elephant burst out from between his mouth and nose, and his golden palms fell into the air!
It is his self-created Lanke Temple stunt that ranks at the top of the list of magical stunts, the Demon-Conquering Mahamudra!
"call!"
The three of them attacked one after another, and Yu Baimei would not retreat. He was not afraid at all, as he was about to die soon.
But the moment he took action, he turned around and the unsheathed Seven Tribulations Sword crossed the sky and struck behind Lu Qingting:
"evil creature!"
"Old bastard is alert!"
Ripples appeared in the void, and Ning Wuqiu's figure was like lightning. He moved eighteen times in an instant, avoiding the half-sword:
"It's a pity, it's a pity..."
"Ning Wuqiu!"
Yu Baimei's long eyebrows stood up, and he was about to draw his sword, but he heard a loud noise behind him, turned around suddenly, and couldn't help but shrink his pupils.
It only took less than a moment for him to turn around and then turn around again.
In the huge square, more than ten thousand people who were originally there disappeared without a trace!
Including Qidaoguang, Huandan, and Guangjue, the three martial saints!
"This is?!"
Yu Baimei's pupils shrank violently, and even popped up without thinking.
The sword is unsheathed.
Zheng!
A sword cry cut through the clouds, and the extreme sharpness cut through the wind and snow, like the first ray of dawn, piercing the sky.
He slashed at the old woman who was still standing on the altar.
There is no carelessness, the Seven Tribulations Sword is released, Yin and Yang are divided!
As the second martial sage in Xuankong Mountain in the past thousand years, Yu Baimei's talent is extraordinary. With three hundred years of practice, he could make this sword, even his mother could not help but admire it.
"Zhang was just as sloppy back then. It's a pity..."
She smiled and raised her hand.
Buzz!
With just a small movement like raising his palm, Yu Baimei's mind felt as if he had hit the Juyue Sacred Mountain. He was in severe pain and at the same time, his eyesight became a little black.
He suddenly raised his head, and above the sword light, he saw a hazy white mist, and it seemed that there was a giant Buddha bigger than the city looming in it.
And where he is right now is in the palm of the Buddha!
At the same time, he finally saw several other people. They were just like him, and they were all held up by giant palms.
"This is Taoism?!"
The moment Yubai's eyebrows raised, everyone including Lu Qingting couldn't help but look horrified.
Under everyone's gaze, several people who had risen up, including Yu Baimei, all disappeared into the void!
Just like when a stone falls into a deep pool, it splashes a few ripples, but there are only a few ripples.
"Taoism, Eight-faced Buddha!"
Almost at the same time as Yu Baimei disappeared, Jiang Wuyan, Wu Longsheng, Cheng Yiyuan and others had already reacted.
It's not like they didn't expect that the old witch would set up a formation or practice Taoist skills in advance. When this happened, they all had their own ways to deal with it.
However, this "Eight-faced Buddha" really exceeded their imagination.
The use of this technique did not cause any fluctuations in the surrounding spiritual energy?!
"It's incense!"
With a thought, Jiang Wuyang let out a long roar:
"Everyone, there is no way to retreat. Let's work together to defeat his Taoism!"
Amid the roar, he advanced instead of retreating, and charged into the surging white mist. Wu Longsheng and Cheng Yiyuan looked at each other, and also charged into the white mist.
call!
The mist poured down like water, drowning everything.
In just a few moments, the seven martial saints were submerged in the white mist, but on the altar, Mother Liansheng's smile remained unchanged, and her body did not move at all.
Seeing this scene, everyone who entered the city felt chills all over their bodies.
Good night everyone... Gouzi has been in poor condition this whole month. He has been working hard to adjust this week and has not stayed up late to exercise. His energy is still very sluggish and his condition is very bad. Next month, Gouzi will work hard to update, sorry...