Chapter 997

In the great Xia Dynasty, Xiahou's residence, in front of his desk, Xiahou suddenly raised his head and looked at Tianjian villa in disbelief.

It's not just him. Within tens of thousands of kilometers, a pair of old eyes open and breathe cold.

"This... Is Taixu?"“ It's too empty that I've never felt before. Is it too empty that someone in Tianjian villa is promoted? "“ What a terrible power... This person must be five kings and two empresses! "

Tianjian villa, the patriarch's mansion, Wanzhong Shengjun suddenly opened his eyes and turned into a streamer to fly outside.

Outside, there was a lot of noise. Instead of adjusting the order, he was shocked to see everything in front of him.

The earth is shaking like a small earthquake, but in the world of monks, natural disasters are not as powerful as monks. With the blessing of huzong array, earthquakes can't happen at all.

"This is..." he was stunned for three seconds, and the eight heavenly dragons burst out behind him. Eight golden figures surrounded his body. His spirit was like water, spreading hundreds of thousands of meters.

At the same time, among the eight heavenly dragons, a man with big ears and big eyes, whose eyes were hundreds of meters, built a shed and scanned the whole clan.

Ten seconds later, he finally stopped. His face was calm. In the calm, he turned his hand and swept towards Ando.

"I dare to make trouble in Tianjian villa. How dare you not pay attention to the descendants of Feixian

"In the early days of Yang Sheng, he dared to be so arrogant in front of me. Are you tired of living? "

The sound was like thunder, and the blood gas of baking oven made countless stones rise slowly and fall heavily on the ground. Then... The sky collapsed.

Yang Sheng's palm, the sound of falling palm, that side of the sky exploded, rippling like water waves, and then, a figure in a thin monk robe suddenly appeared in the air. It's dark. I can't see my face clearly, so I sweep it across the air.

Boom!!!

The two Yang saints collided with each other, causing endless storms and dust storms. Wan Chong's eyes were cold: "good thief."

A shot of tianlinggai, a sound of golden and iron horses, hundreds of thousands of meters within the Buddha sound, the sky is falling, a thousand meters of virtual shadow, appear in the distance behind.

"Bawangxianti?" A long smile came from the monk: "I've heard that the master of ten thousand is very powerful. Today I see that his name is true."

As soon as the words came to an end, a flat peach tree stood up in the sky. Thousands of people were waving from the green leaves, cranes were flying on it, and deer were running among them. An old man who seemed to be the birthday star was smiling at him.

Immortal body!

Immortal body to immortal body, Wanzhong Shengjun did not take each other's hand, the shadow of the flat peach tree began to slowly disappear, a word sneered and left: "in troubled autumn, master Wan had better sweep the snow in front of the door, don't care about other people's tile frost."

Wanzhong Shengjun still wants to fight, but the other side has gone away.

Silence.

A moment later, Wan Chong said in a cold voice, "who is guarding the sect today?"

"Come to Wulaofeng to see me at once!"

"Besides, everyone in the clan is forbidden to go out. Those who violate will be killed! "

At the same time, at the end of the day, a dark shadow cut through the sky, flying tens of thousands of meters like a sword, and finally stopped.

The foothold is a cliff, under the thick fog, he swept a glance, immediately flew down.

More than ten seconds later, under the white fog, he finally stopped on one side of the altar.

"Welcome master GUI Mian." A friar of Yuanying stood up at once. His voice was old and his face was haggard. At the moment, he didn't care about his appearance at all. He said in a trembling voice, "how about it?"

"Is he... Dead?"

Ghost face monk's whole body is shrouded in a layer of black light, can't see the appearance clearly at all, light way: "No."

"No?" The old man stopped and then knelt down: "how can it be..."

"The day after tomorrow's Linghuo riot... Is enough to put him to death in the passage. I... the younger generation didn't start until he entered the six Yang orifices. How can he live?"

"Situ Kong, I have already said that your method will not work." The ghost faced monk sat in the air and looked at situ Kong, the former leader of Tianjian mountain villa, who had been white all night. He sneered and said, "this is the acquired spirit fire. It's hard to attack the other party unless it meets the congenital spirit treasure. Don't you believe it. Now he's on the alert. I can feel his breath still

Situ Kong was shaking all over, his hands and feet were on the ground, and he was shaking like a stroke. During this time, as soon as he practiced, he immediately saw the palm of that day.

It's terrible... This palm broke his heart of Tao and has become his nightmare.

"Then... You, you also agree to the younger generation to start..." he hung his head, hoarse mouth, even with a choking voice: "I know... I know... I know... I know I can't kill him! He is the devil. This talisman was handed down to me by the master of that day. He can call this postnatal spirit fire once in a crisis. ""Now they can find out it's me when they check... There are only three or four people in the clan who have magic charms... I, I can't go back... What should I do?"

At the end, he screamed out almost frantically. His hands were blue, and he caught his pale hair like a frightened old dog.

The ghost faced monk moved his whole body with a little black air, sighed, and stroked his head lightly: "just, poor man, since you work for the Song family, you are naturally a member of the Song family. Someone will take you. "

"Are you willing to accept the younger generation?" Situ Kong raised his head, surprised and wrinkled.

The ghost face monk shook his head: "it's not me."

The next second, the fingers suddenly tightened and dragged a group of spirit like things out of situ Kong's body.

"It's the king of hell."

Situ Kong didn't cry, his eyes turned white quickly, but his whole face still remained in the incredible expression.

Soul pulling

He couldn't figure out

Why, why do you work so hard for the Song family, and even fall to this point?

His eyes widened, with the last words he wanted to say and his disbelief, he looked at the ghost faced monk in front of him. His mouth drooled and trembled like a puppet.

"Shh..." the ghost faced monk stood in front of him without joy or sorrow and put a finger on his lips: "you are dying. Why bother others? The Buddha said, "no cause is a sin. Your sin is deep enough. Why add to it?"

"Ah, your expression... Don't you understand? Don't understand? " He seemed to laugh and said faintly: "people... If you betray the first time, there will be a second time. You touch the spirit refining saint of Tianjian mountain villa and touch their foundation. This is the eternal hatred. Who knows when a dog like you will bite the Song family out, so I will give you a ride."

Situ Kong's lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

The ghost faced monk looked up at the sky for a long time and suddenly laughed: "Tianjian mountain villa... I'm afraid I'm afraid I can't touch you alone, but what about the other three families in xukunlun?"

"This boy's life, this Saint King wants... Tianjian villa, Song family wants, two ways together, can guarantee everything. Ha ha, let you measure how long the fire can last. "

"Now, do you understand?" He squeezed his hand hard and said calmly, "Amitabha."

Situ Kong's pupil suddenly widened. With this pinch, a piece of white light burst, and his soul uttered a shriek, which completely disappeared in the valley.

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In the passage, the Wuxiang venerable has seen the light in front of him. It's not pale, but red. He suddenly has doubts in his heart. How did this red color come from?

He could feel the confrontation between two forces, one was the thing under Tianjian villa, the other was the red.

But what causes the monster to do it himself at all costs?

From the beginning of the establishment of the school, we have been crossing tens of thousands of years. What else can make it so crazy?

In the end what is it?

Curiosity immediately surged up, his speed is faster, things in front of him are more and more clear, but at this moment, the red color flashed, followed by a colorful Tsunami! Head for him!

Light, infinite light, mixed with countless seven color butterflies, instantly throughout the entire channel!

In a flash, the tide of butterflies came. In this bottomless underground, shining in silence, gorgeous in bright. His pupils suddenly contracted, and it seemed that there was a vast ocean of empty force in his eyes. His hair was blown away, and his clothes were flying in the sea of fury.

"Damn it..." he gritted his teeth, and a small tripod flew out of his head. It rose to tens of meters in the wind, like a shield, flashing, blocking the whole passage.

"Wanhua Zhenjian... Huashen!"

All of a sudden, the white light at the mouth of the tripod was shining, and all of a sudden, the smoke with the fragrance of Dan came out. In an instant, it turned into layers of white deer, turtles, and hundreds of rare birds and beasts, which formed a Taoist wall and firmly protected him.

"Boom!" Next second, comet impact! A colorful color burst out, he didn't hum, and flew back like a meteorite.

It was washed away for several kilometers without resistance, and all the pale fire around it was blown away instantly. Finally reached a critical point, all the butterflies into colorful aura disappeared at the same time, colorful, dreamlike.He patted the tripod in front of him and found that he was covered with cold sweat. The chest heaved violently.

It's terrible

Such a small place, such a terrible storm... In an instant, I was blown away for several kilometers... Bad!

His heart suddenly jumps, the spirit power of Yin Zun realm is fully opened, a streamer straight ahead, in a moment, he has come to the origin of explosion.

Xu Yangyi is lying on the ground. He doesn't have any spiritual power on his body. His pores are bleeding. However, his eyes tremble slightly, which shows that he is not dead.

Just now, with his spiritual consciousness, he completely peeled off the shell of Nanhua butterfly mother talisman. His spiritual consciousness could not bear such a high-level talisman. Reckless actions lead to the overall rebound of Taixu's magical power, not to mention a wisp of spiritual consciousness that has suppressed the monster for tens of thousands of years. Even if Wanzhong emperor is here, it will only be blown away like a piece of paper.

Wu Xiangzun stepped forward two steps, immediately took out a pill and put it into his mouth, concerned and asked: "OK?"