"Human Immortal Temple?" Sang Lan raised his eyebrows slightly. "Are you the master of Human Immortal Temple?"
Originally, I just planned to come over as quickly as possible, settle the matter, and then return to continue the banquet.
But now, he suddenly became interested.
Originally, he just grabbed a few Taoist priests from Immortal Temple and took them back, but now the mastermind behind the scenes appeared directly in front of him.
In this case, it is best to solve it together.
Immortal Temple Lord??
This name spread instantly, and Goddess Ran Xinyue and others were already aware of it, so there was no change.
But the two of them did not let go because of Zhang Rongfang's appearance.
A terrifying enemy that even the great master of Confucianism cannot defeat.
There is a high probability that he is a spiritual general!
You must know that Dongfang Mu is a great master in the extreme realm. They searched for him for a long time before they found him.
Now that we have just started contacting him, someone comes to visit me.
But now...
Dongfang Mu was covered in blood and fell to the ground, breathing hard, unable to move.
Although the extreme state has a powerful burst, it is extremely lethal and fast.
But the biggest problem is also obvious.
That is, the defense is low, and the recovery is no different from ordinary people, or even worse than ordinary people.
After all, ordinary people would not casually use such extremely harmful and expendable tricks as the final form.
"I!! We haven't lost yet!!" Dongfang Mu tried to stand up with difficulty.
But a large amount of blood dripped from the corners of his robe to the ground.
The white robe he was wearing was now mostly dyed red.
He can still be temporarily relieved! He can still be finally relieved! He can still kill!!
puff!
But unfortunately, his current body could not support him to continue fighting. A mouthful of blood surged up from his throat, making his face turn pale and he almost fell down.
At this time, near the city wall, he stood with difficulty a few meters away from Sang Lan, leaning against the city wall, barely holding his body steady.
But no one cares about him now.
Another place.
Zhang Rongfang stood in front of the two Tiannus, his face was calm and low, and he just stared at Sang Lan.
He vaguely felt that something was wrong. The opponent's aura and aura seemed to be different from the opponents he had encountered before.
It smelled a bit like the remnant spirit general that Senior Di Jiang took him to see.
So he is very cautious and keeps an eye on each other at all times.
If it is really a spiritual general, this time it may be really troublesome.
Yuanfeng slowly squirmed on the ground at this time. The damage caused by the demon soldiers allowed him to recover a little at this time.
But in fact, it can only move a little bit. The magic weapon is similar to the damage caused by worshiping gods. Once injured, it will take at least ten days and a half to barely recover.
He struggled to support his body, and the first thing he saw when he raised his head was Dongfang Mu, who was covered in blood.
Then there are Zhang Rongfang, Tiannu and Ran Xinyue.
Other than that, there is no one else around.
Now that he himself has lost his fighting power and his strength has been greatly reduced, Dongfang Mu seems to be half dead. Apparently, when he was killed, he went to challenge the leader Sanglan.
The only ones who really still have strength and are relatively intact are Tiannu, Ran Xinyue, and this new red-robed Taoist.
"The leader...@82\/小\/said the first update of 8·2·z·w·c·o·m~~Please hurry up...I...may not be able to hold on any longer..." Yuanfeng tried to raise his voice and begged
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"So what?" Sang Lan turned her eyes and looked towards him. "There are still a few great masters in Zhenfo Temple. If you die, there will be someone to replace you. Don't be afraid."
"Master... stop joking." Yuanfeng forced a smile, "This is not funny at all."
"I'm not kidding you." Sang Lan smiled and said, "So, I annoy you the most when it comes to martial arts training. What's the use of practicing hard all your life and finally reaching a grand master or something like that?"
"In the end, you're not asking me." He spread his arms and said helplessly. "I don't know anything, I just learned some martial arts, it's enough. It's not the same..."
Suddenly there was a soft sound.
The Sanglan man appeared in front of Yuanfeng like a phantom, pointing his finger.
puff!
This finger hit Yuanfeng's temple accurately, penetrated through it, and opened up the skull on the other side.
Blood and silver threads spurted out from the injured area, and before they hit the ground, they were entangled, spread, and suppressed by a new silver thread.
"Look... I only know a little bit of martial arts, but I can still kill you at will."
"Leader...you!!?" Yuanfeng's eyes were desperate, and he reached forward with his arms, trying to grab Sang Lan's robe, but it was already too late.
His hands only left two bloody marks under his robe, and he fell to the ground helplessly.
"Sorry, you are too noisy." Sang Lan retracted her index finger and turned to look at Zhang Rongfang.
"Next is you, the Master of the Immortal Temple."
"You... are not the Grand Master?" Zhang Rongfang said in surprise.
The fact that the other party killed one of his own people did not shock him.
Anyway, there are many perverts in the Xizong camp.
What shocked him was that the other party didn't seem to be a great master.
"Grandmaster? No, no, no..." Sang Lan said with a smile, "I just barely practiced my martial arts to the point where I could break through to become a master, and that was enough. Martial arts is just enough. In this world, food and beauty are the only things that cannot be let down. This leader doesn’t have that much time to spend on these useless things.”
He was not a great master, but he easily severely damaged a great master in the extreme realm of Confucianism...
Although Dongfang Mu was careless and old and frail, he didn't even have the chance to liberate himself.
But this is the fact before us.
The goddess stood behind Zhang Rongfang.
"In a moment, disperse and run away. Someone will come to intercept and kill them later," she whispered.
There are only three of them left who can still move, but even if all three of them are piled up together, they are no match for a spiritual general.
That's a spirit general, not a spirit luo.
"It's time for you to step back." Zhang Rongfang raised his legs and walked straight towards Sang Lan without looking back.
"A guy who is not even a grand master dares to talk nonsense in front of me. This is the funniest joke I have heard this year."
That being said.
But Zhang Rongfang unconsciously felt the slightest expectation rising in his heart.
A guy who is not even a Grand Master looks very strong and has an arrogant look that even a Grand Master does not look down upon.
What does this mean?
It means that this guy is most likely a spiritual general!
And it’s not a grand master, which means the opponent may be a weakling of the spiritual general!!
Doesn't he just want to collect the specific strength information of the spirit general? He has a living humanoid specimen brought to his mouth in front of him. If he doesn't eat it, it would be very disrespectful to him for traveling thousands of miles to deliver it to his doorstep...
This is what he thinks in his heart and what he says with his mouth.
"As a guest from afar, I plan to drain your blood and hang it on the screen wall of the main hall of my Taoist temple as a display. What do you think?"
Zhang Rong had a polite and expectant smile on his face, like a host who sincerely wanted to invite guests to his home.
As soon as these words came out, not only Ran Xinyue Tiannu and others changed their colors, but even Dongfang Mu felt a strange contrast in his heart.
The sense of depression and danger created by Sang Lan just now was instantly relieved at this moment.
The situation seems to be reversed. Sang Lan was like a predator before, eyeing them with eager eyes and full of danger.
So now they seem to be the other way around.
Instead, the newly arrived Zhang Rongfang slowly approached Sang Lan like a predator, with a look of covetous expression on his face.
This is the counter-pressure of the momentum!
As expected, the calm smile on Sang Lan's face slowly disappeared due to these words.
"Is this how people in small places think they are invincible because they have some skills?"
"It's not enough to be invincible." Zhang Rongfang smiled, "Killing you is just enough."
"Kill me? I don't know whether to live or die!!" Sang Lan's eyes flashed with silver, and he finally became angry.
Suddenly, an invisible heavy pressure hit Zhang Rongfang hard like a twisted force field.
Katsa.
Zhang Rongfang lost control of the ground beneath his feet and crushed the floor tiles.
He stopped where he was, and an icy blue storm seemed to appear in front of him.
The paralysis caused by the ice continued to spread upward from his feet, climbing up.
He couldn't move for a while, his eyes were completely blocked by the snowstorm, and he couldn't see anything.
The powerful invisible pressure seemed to crush him.
"Is this the will of the gods and Buddhas borrowed by the spirit general?" Zhang Rongfang raised his head and looked at the icy blue air in front of him that was suppressing him. The blood in his body began to flow and circulate faster.
It's much stronger than Senior Di Jiang's momentum back then.
"But...you want to beat me with just this little pressure!?"
"too naive!!!"
In an instant, layers of extreme states rapidly superimposed and expanded on his body.
In just a moment, three extreme states are activated at the same time.
The unity of God and will.
Yin and Yang work together.
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At the same time, the divine patterns inside the two blood lotuses behind him trembled slightly.
With a huge roar, Zhang Rongfang's body expanded and he stood up from the ground. His right arm was straight and he grabbed at the ice blue storm in front of him.
With a soft popping sound, the storm was penetrated, revealing Sang Lan's face standing with hands behind his back.
Peng!!!
This claw hit him right in the face.
A circle of white air ripples exploded on the palms and Sang Lan's face.
The huge force accompanied by the impact force knocked it backwards and flew backwards, and in the blink of an eye it fell into the rear city wall.
A bang.
The Sanglan man was completely embedded in the wall, and his neat and clean robes all of a sudden became tattered, and he lost all the coolness and calmness he had before.
Five sharp blood marks were scratched out on his face.
This blow not only made Sang Lan confused and stunned.
Even Dongfang Mu, Tiannu, and Ran Xinyue who were all around were shocked and felt that they might have seen an illusion.
The goddess stepped back a few steps and was supporting Ran Xinyue as she prepared to run away. When she saw this scene, her steps immediately slowed down.
"Isn't he a grandmaster?" The goddess murmured.
"Okay...it seems..." Ran Xinyue's eyes were dull.
He is not a grandmaster, but he can fight against Di Jiang.
He is not a Grandmaster, but he can kill three God-worshipping Grandmasters with one against three.
He is not a master, but he can send a spirit general flying dozens of meters away with one palm...
Especially seeing how easy it was for him to fight, she suddenly felt like she could have sex with me...
This is... this is the ability of a sheep...!?
Suddenly, something came out of her heart for no apparent reason.
For a moment, she felt that something might be wrong with her thinking.
What is she thinking about at this critical moment!?
With a snap, she slapped herself hard on the face.
"Then shall we leave?" she asked.
"Stand back and watch the battle. Call someone!" the goddess replied concisely and concisely.