”Hahaha, Luo Chuan, who do you want to die first? "
Looking at Luo Chuan, whose face is expressionless and his body method is not reduced, the king of Shanbao laughs wildly.
"Of course it's you."
Luo Chuan said coldly. He glanced straight at the king Shanbao. His eyes were indifferent and calm. He didn't hesitate at all because the friar of the holy court secretly attacked Bai Yiqing's third daughter.
On the contrary, Luo Chuan's determination and ruthlessness made everyone present a little cold - he didn't seem to care about the life and death of the three women at all.
At this moment, Bai Yiqing's three daughters were also very calm, as if they were not worried at all.
"Luo Chuan, you..."
The sneer on King Shanbao's face became stiff, and there was disbelief and fear in his eyes. He made a wrong judgment on Luo Chuan again. Luo Chuan was not disturbed at all... However, he didn't look like that kind of heartless person!
Whoosh!
Luo Chuan appeared in front of Shanbao king before the friar of the holy court.
He didn't give the confused King Shanbao a chance to think about it and flew out!
King Shanbao has no choice but to clench his teeth and fight hard!
As soon as this palm was issued, the king of Shanbao had an ominous premonition in his heart. The whole heart seemed to fall suddenly into the boundless dark abyss.
No!
The vigilance over the years has made the king of Shanbao secretly say bad, but his palm has been settled, and he can't take it back even if he wants to.
Bang!
King Shanbao's palm, which contains a trace of the power of the holy way, hit Luo Chuan's palm together.
The golden light soars into the sky, and the immortals sing in bursts!
The void is broken. In the depths of the void, there are gods roaring!
The shock brought by the impact of the two forces of the holy way is beyond words.
"Ah..."
King Shanbao's expression was ferocious and painful, and his whole body was twitching.
His body stood upside down and hung high, like an old tree overturned by the wind, shaking and shaking in mid air, but he couldn't break free.
After a moment of stalemate, his holy power was sucked into the palm of Luo Chuan's hand. Together with the rest of his body, he was ruthlessly deprived and swallowed up, and finally disappeared.
"No..."
The king of Shanbao roared with pain and despair in his voice.
The power of the holy way can only be planted once. If he is deprived this time, he will have no chance to regain the holy way. Without the power of the holy way, he will completely lose his qualification to control the quasi holy magic weapon.
He did his best to betray his mentor, plot against his brother, and bear the curse. He planned a great turmoil. Without knowing his heart, he took refuge in the holy court in exchange for the legendary power of the holy way and quasi holy magic weapon that is beyond the way of heaven, which has finally been recovered at present.
In the past, cause and effect reported each other.
The opposition decision of 30 years ago and the inner suffering of 30 years have become a mirror, like a dream, which will never be found again.
Luo Chuan looked coldly at the king Shanbao, turned his head and looked coldly at the holy family.
As early as when the female emperor Luocha was attacked by the monks of the holy court, Emperor Luoxuan and the ancestors of the holy family were ready to move and had planned to save the three women.
But when they were about to order, a trace of hesitation flashed on their faces and eyes. They hesitated for a moment. They didn't know what they were worried about. They didn't immediately help each other.
Luo Chuan took away the holy power of the king Shanbao. Looking back, his cold eyes swept over emperor Luoxuan and the ancestors of the holy family, as if he were doing some kind of trial.
Di Luoxuan's body flashed. He felt that he had been scraped by an ice skate. His face was in pain, and a trace of regret suddenly appeared at the bottom of his heart.
"Good. Your saints are no longer qualified to negotiate with me. You're out."
Luo Chuan's cold voice rang out and echoed in the ears of the saints. The saints all looked ugly, and a disappointment of gain and loss spread from the bottom of their hearts.
"No... you... Wait a minute..." the ancestors of the holy family were blue with regret, and stamped their feet fiercely.
At this time, the monks of the holy court had five steps left from the three women of the female emperor Luocha.
Bang!
Half of the nearly 100 holy friars were bounced out, and the other half stopped.
Until then, they found that although Bai Yiqing's three daughters were separated from the protection of Luochuan and lethal copper coins, they still had an invisible and colorless strange force to protect them in the dark.
The power of the holy way of Luochuan has just been reborn, so it is not the power of the holy way of Luochuan.
The power to protect the three women seemed to come from somewhere in the depths of the abyss, just like an extremely long invisible cover to protect the three women.
"What's going on?"
"What power is this?"
"I don't know... It's not the power of the holy way, but it's not weak at all. It's like some kind of power outside the sky..."
"What! How can the power outside the sky exist in the nine heaven without being found! This chaotic person is too terrible!"
"No wonder the will of the holy way wants to remove him at all costs... But the Dharma guardians seem to underestimate the general idea!"
The monks of the holy court whispered in a tone of shock and fear.
Subconsciously, they turned and looked at Luochuan. Until then, they found that their left hand under Luochuan's left robe sleeve had been pinching something quickly.
Every time he pinches a handprint, a strange note will float out. Some words are like some kind of spell.
At first, the sound of the spell was very light, but later it became louder and louder. The roar of Mima was like a Buddhist dharma, but sometimes it was like a dragon roaring and breaking the sounds of nature. There were nine sounds, overlapping and overlapping, which were introduced into the ears. Even the monks of the holy court and the disciples of the Holy Family with noble blood lineage felt numb in the head and trembling all over the body.
Pop!
King Shanbao fell to the ground with gray hair and wrinkled handsome face.
When the power of the holy way is absorbed, it will hurt your life and your vitality. Not only will your accomplishments fall, but people will also age instantly.
Hearing the spell from Luochuan's fingertips, King Shanbao was shocked. He looked at Luochuan in horror, horror and despair: "you, you, you... You are..."
I'm in my thirties... I can match in time.
The art of controlling treasure is so powerful... Even beat yourself.
At a young age, he was already a disorderly Taoist who ordered the holy way to kill... And he also knew the Kowloon magic spell to open the Kowloon fairy court
King Shanbao trembled all over his body, from the heart of the Tao to his eyelids. In the blurred vision, the handsome young man in white robe gradually overlapped with the man with white hair, who found himself from the bottom of the cloud and mud, taught Taoism and meritorious work, and trained himself into the top power of Xiaoao Jiutian in a year.
"Are you the one who led Mr. Xiang to rebel and plot the two disciples to take refuge in Jiulong Xianting?" Luo Chuan looked down at King Xiang Shanbao and asked faintly.
Plop!
The king of Shanbao knelt down and burst into tears. He knocked his head hard, opened his bow left and right, and beat his face desperately.
"Shifu, spare your life! Shifu, spare your life! Shifu, be kind! The disciple is wrong! It's all because the disciple was confused and made a big mistake! The disciple dare not again! Shifu will bypass the disciples in large numbers this time! Disciple..."
"Is it?" Luo Chuan interrupted.
"Yes... It's me..."
King Shanbao stammered and swallowed his saliva. Suddenly he got up and ran back with all his strength. Hysterically, he shouted, "help! Saint help! My master is coming! He appears again and the Dragon King is resurrected!"
Luo Chuan Leng hum, still holding the Jiulong Dharma spell in his left hand and waving his right hand.
WOW!
More than 500 magic weapons fell from the sky, like thunder and rainstorm, crackling on the king of Shanbao.
"Ah! Ah! No!"
"Shifu, spare your life! Shifu, don't kill me!"
"The disciple is wrong! The disciple coveted the teacher's mother first. There is a ghost in his heart! That's why he betrayed the teacher!"
"Over the past 30 years, disciples have been suffering day and night. They have not suffered a good day! Not only are they disciples! So are lielong and the holy baby!"
"I regret it... I'm really wrong... I don't dare anymore..."
King Shanbao shed tears and his voice became smaller and smaller.
More than 500 magic weapons impacted, tortured and crushed his body, which was already seriously injured. His body broke again and again, but it was quickly repaired due to the existence of the power of the holy way. For example, he pierced his heart at night and mended his heart day and night. After thousands of tortures, the residual breath of the power of the holy way finally dissipated.
The king of Shanbao was also destroyed by the treasures, and his bones were broken. He was pressed at the bottom. Blood and tears mixed together and gradually solidified.
"Wrong..."
"I shouldn't..."
"Disciple is wrong..."
The haunting sobbing sound sounded from the bottom of the "mountain tower" made of more than 500 magic weapons and spread to people's ears. It made people cold and pale.
When the king Shanbao was buried.
Boom!
Under Luo Chuan's sleeve, the waves swing wildly, the nine lights soar to the sky, and the Dragon sing shocks the world!
As Luo Chuan personally killed the king of Shanbao with magic weapon Town, fulfilled his promise and avenged the king of Jiulong, the Jiulong Dharma mantra seemed to be affected by some kind of influence. It flashed past the previous gentle period, and the world shook!
At the bottom of the meteorite abyss, a behemoth buried for many years is seen again!