Chapter 105

"Good courage!"

An old man in a black robe flew rapidly from a distance. When he saw that Tang Jin didn't listen to his words and still stabbed the witch to death, he couldn't help but change his face and shouted angrily.

The old man in black robe has a bald head, dark complexion and a very broad skeleton. He is about 2.56 meters tall. Just standing there, he reveals a domineering spirit, just like a demon God, which makes people dare not look directly at him.

"Ah, see your ancestors!"

Seeing the old man in black, Shuangdao Sanxian first gave a cry, then quickly fell to the ground, knelt on his knees and said respectfully.

"See your ancestors!"

Seeing that Shuangdao Sanxian have knelt down, the witch family, in addition to Wang Hong, also knelt down and worshipped the old man in black.

The old man didn't care about the witch people who were bowing to him, but was looking at Tang Jin angrily. He was invisible and issued a burst of pressure: "good boy, you turned a deaf ear to my words and killed my descendants in front of me. I think you're looking for death!"

The old man in black didn't expect that Tang Jin was so brave. No one dares to refute what they say. They want to write it down and do it seriously. Tang Jin killed the witch seeker despite her own obstruction. Maybe a witch seeker didn't care much, but he couldn't afford to lose his face!

The voice fell, and the old man in black didn't intend to listen to Tang Jin's explanation. He raised his hand, and a red thug appeared not far in front of Tang Jin, and suddenly grabbed Tang Jin.

Void condensation handprint!

This void condensed handprint has different effects when it is made by people with different accomplishments. Just as the old man in black now makes this handprint, it gives people a feeling of irresistible, inescapable and destroying everything! Even Shuangdao Sanxian and Tang Junming feel the same way. They dare not resist. If they come forward, they will be destroyed!

Just when the red giant palm was about to be printed on Tang Jin, a milky white giant palm appeared out of thin air in front of Tang Jin and caught on the red giant palm. Unexpectedly, there was no fluctuation, and it disappeared at the same time as the red giant palm!

"Witch war, why so angry."

As the two giant palms disappeared, a gentle and kind old voice came from a distance. They turned to the sound source and saw an old man in a white Taoist robe flying from a distance.

The old man's all white hair is tied high on his head, and his long silver beard floats with the wind. It looks old, but his skin is smooth and flawless, without any wrinkles, and his hair is childlike. The old man had a sword box on his back. There were three flying swords on the sword box. He was dressed as an old Taoist walking everywhere. At this time, he was smiling at the people. The smile was very kind, just like his grandfather who always loved to tell fairy tales to himself.

The figure of the old man seems to be slow, but he is still where he was one second ago and has come to everyone the next. Flying to Tang Jin, the old man looked at the witch war with a smile. He looked like a good man.

"Tang Junming, the 103rd generation disciple of the Tang Dynasty, met his ancestors."

Seeing the smiling old man, Tang Junming changed his face and quickly knelt down to worship.

"The Tang anti immortal guard's arrest envoy broke the Army (seven murders, greedy wolves). I've seen my ancestors."

"The descendants of the Tang Dynasty have seen their ancestors."

Seeing that Tang Junming had already bowed down, how could the Terran people not know the identity of the old man and quickly kowtow to the old man.

This old man is the ancestor of the Tang Dynasty, the ten level Sanxian and the Tang Junge. The witch war is the ancestor of the witch family, also a level 10 Sanxian.

When she learned that the old man beside her was the ancestor of the Tang Dynasty, Tang Jin was surprised to see the battle between Tang Junge and the witch, but there was still no much expression on her face. She just bowed down with the people: "Tang Jin, the 116th generation disciple of the Tang Dynasty, has seen the ancestor."

The Tang Junge was more talkative than the witch war. Seeing that the people knelt down and worshipped themselves, he quickly brushed his hands and said, "don't be polite, don't be polite, get up."

"Thank your ancestors."

Hearing Tang Junge's words, all people dare to stand up.

Seeing that Tang Junge let his children and grandchildren stand up, the witch war also looked at the double knife Sanxian people who were still kneeling on the side, impatiently waved their sleeves: "get up, too, a bunch of waste!"

Seeing that the witch battle was a little unhappy, the witch families didn't dare to say more. After saying thanks, they immediately stood up, tied their hands and stood aside, breathing a lot lower.

"Tang Junge," seeing that all the witch families stood up, the witch war looked at Tang Junge and said carelessly: "Your secret skill of melting snow in the spring sun is very good. It can melt my soul palm even if it is applied to it. It has been closed for so many years. Also, close it more. When you cross the immortal robbery in the province, you will die. Tut tut tut Tut, how miserable it is."

Wu Zhan joked about Tang Junge. His big black face was full of indifference, but a trace of imperceptible fear flashed in his slightly narrowed eyes.

"Hehe, I can't die, I can't die. Although I'm not like some people. I don't care how much I spend, but I won't die." Tang Junge obviously mentioned the past of the witch war. After listening to the witch war, his dark face turned a little red. What to say, Tang Junge looked at Tang Jin and said: "Your witch war is becoming more and more promising now. You even came to my Datang to fight a child? Ha ha, that's great. I can't do it. I have to shut up. I'm afraid I'm scared. Ha ha..."

Wu Zhan's face became more red. He raised his hand and pointed to Tang Jin. His confidence was not enough: "I just asked him to stop. He even regarded me as nothing. How can I spare him..."

"It doesn't seem like this." Tang Junge's originally kind face suddenly darkened, glanced at the witches and said coldly: "you witches, go to my Datang to kill my Datang people and take my Datang property. We can't say whether we can't fight or not!"

"This..." the words of the witch war stagnated. It was obvious that he had learned the whole story from nowhere for a long time and knew that he had ignored it. Otherwise, according to the surname of witch war, Zhan Li, how could he shrink back from the beginning.

"Hum." seeing the witch war, Tang Junge had nothing to say. Tang Junge snorted coldly, looked coldly at the people of the witch family and said slowly, "since you have come thousands of miles and like me Tang so much, you can stay here."

With that, Tang Junge raised his right hand and put it on his waist. His five fingers arched in a virtual grip.

As Tang Junge's right hand arched, countless milky white spiritual forces around him continued to flow into Tang Junge's hands at a very fast speed, like running into the sea, forming a dazzling ball of light.

Seeing Tang Junge's action, the witch battle was surprised. His body swayed and blocked in front of the witch families. He said in a hurry: "Tang Junge, have something to say. Do you still need to deal with a few children!"

"Say it well? If I say it well, you can come to my Datang for two laps regardless of fish and shrimp in the future. Where is the face of my Datang? Where is the national prestige!" Tang Junge looked at the anxious witch war, and there was no love between his words.

When the voice fell, Tang Junge didn't wait for the witch war to argue any more. His right hand, which was already like the dazzling sun, suddenly pushed opposite.

Whoosh, milky white light rolled rapidly to the front, as if it were the sun, shining and warm.

Looking at this road like sunshine, it looks very gentle white light, but the witch war's face changes sharply, his hands quickly seal, and a huge fire red spirit curtain appears in front of the people with the witch war's fingerprints, blocking the middle of the Witch and human races.

The roaring sound sounded, and the seemingly mild milky light hit the red giant screen. Unexpectedly, there were bursts of unexpected huge explosions, shaking everyone's eardrums around.

"Don't go quickly! A bunch of waste!" in the huge explosion, the angry cry of witch war came out.

Hearing the angry drink of the witch war, all the witch people trembled with fear, didn't stop at all, turned around and left, and didn't dare to ask why.

Seeing that his descendants have left, the witch war is relieved. If he comes and causes casualties to them, he will lose his adult.

"Old madman! You're crazy!" the relieved witch battle looked at Tang Junge, who was still to be beaten, and scolded: "can you do it because of such a thing! Don't you kill many of my people!"

"Hum, come to my Tang to rob things, and you want me to talk well?" at this time, Tang Junge was not as gentle as when he first came, just like the witch war said, he was an old madman.

After listening to Tang Junge's words, the witch war thought for a moment and turned to chase the witch people. After a while, a purple box was shot from the direction of the disappearance of the witch people: "meet half!"

Originally there were only two boxes. At the beginning, the witch family and Wang Hong said that one was the other. Now the witch war has given Tang Junge another, and the reason is self-evident.

If you are not my race, your heart will be different. Wang Hongyue's end, without enough strength and cards, can only be unloaded.

Reaching out to catch the purple box, Tang Junge smiled with satisfaction, and his face returned to the just kind and warm.

Put away the purple box, Tang Junge looked at Tang Jin: "you are the genius of Lei Ling's innate Taoist body that appeared in my Tang Dynasty a few years ago? Tang, Tang..."

"Tang Jin." Tang Jin answered faintly and said, "if there are no other people with congenital Lei Linggen qualification, I think I am."

Seeing Tang Jin's response, even Tang Junge, who had guessed Tang Jin's identity for a long time, couldn't help brightening his eyes: "yes, it's Tang Jin! I remember I gave you your title. How long has it been? You've reached the peak of the golden elixir period!? good! Good!"

There was no emotion because she was favored by her ancestors, but Tang Jin turned her head and walked over to the catkins corpse not far away.

Slowly squatting down, Tang Jin stroked Liu Xu's side face, and a gentle smile came up on her cold face: "Xu'er, go to sleep peacefully. Don't worry, I will avenge you with my own hands!"

Just now Tang Junge let the witch people leave. Tang Jin didn't stop him because he felt that he should revenge himself for killing his wife!

At this time, Tang Jin, with a gentle face, was waiting to say anything, and her body shook. It seemed that she was out of strength and fell to the ground.

"Jin'er!"

"Lord!"

"Commander!"

When they saw Tang Jin fall, they couldn't help shouting, but they didn't go up to check because their ancestors were still there.

After waving his hand, Tang Junge looked at Tang Jin with a complicated complexion and said to the people: "don't worry, he just used up too much energy in his body and fainted. Go to a few people to carry him. Let's go back."

After saying that, he no longer took a fancy to people, and walked away with his back to the direction of dingtiandu.

The soldiers looked at each other, came forward and carried the bodies of Tang Jin and Liu Xu, and also flew to Dingtian with the pace of Tang Junge.

The next volume will begin soon, and Tang Jin's killing will also begin.

Also, to be clear, the attitude of witch war towards Tang Junge is not a bug. The reason will be written later.

(to be continued)