Chapter 2369

"Shit, what's going on here?"

When the old man with white hair changed his mind to a magic power called "changing stars", it made him even more depressed. Another magic power could not be put into practice. Moreover, this time, he not only had his mind moved, but also directly grasped the decision to use this magic power in the most primitive way. However, what shocked him was that there was no sound. His magic power was another one The show failed.

Only on his head, the powerful force from Xiang Yang directly bombarded him.

Boom!

In such a stupefied Kung Fu, the old man with white hair had no time to continue to perform other skills, and even his physical strength was not exerted to stop Xiang Yang. The whole person was hit by thunder hammer in an instant. Then, there was no more of him. When Xiang Yang was holding the thunder hammer down to earth, there was a deep pit in front of him Smoke and dust.

Obviously, the old man with white hair was hammered by Xiang Yang. He didn't know where he went. The pit was not deep enough. Even if Xiu angyang stood watching, he didn't see the old man with white hair in the pit.

"I'm scared to death. I just saw that the old man was going to show some super powerful magic power. Why didn't he show it all at once?"

Seeing that the old man with white hair just looked fierce, he seemed to exert some unique magic power several times, but he could not show it. This made Xiang Yang a little puzzled, "is that guy suddenly unable to exert his power?"

He did not know that, in fact, the reason why the old man with white hair was unable to exert his magic power was that he spread out his aura field of flesh body. Therefore, the old man with white hair missed the opportunity to fight against Xiang Yang after being unable to perform twice. He had to end the contest with Xiang Yang in such a tragic way.

Of course, Xiang Yang also knows that an old man with white hair can't have an accident. As a Taoist priest, daozun only needs to open the seal. However, I'm afraid that the old man with white hair has no face to see people at the moment, so he simply hides in the ground and pretends not to come out.

"The old man..."

at this time, sun Qingya and Monica, who had been watching the excitement and were very happy to see the old man with white hair smashed into the ground by Xiang Yang with a hammer, were frightened. They rushed over and looked at Xiang Yang nervously, "brother Xiang, did you kill the old man?"

Although the two little girls have been making fun of Xiang Yang to beat the old man with white hair, no matter what, the old man with white hair is one of their masters. If Xiang Yang really blows the old man to death with a hammer, they will not be nervous.

"Old man, are you ok? Give us a quick answer."

"....

the two girls called again. When they found that there was still no sound in the cave, they were in a hurry," brother Xiang, what should I do? You killed the old man. Oh, why is he so weak? It's over. The other old men on jiudi mountain will come to you. Let's run quickly. "

"No, I can't. the old man is our master. At least we should fill up this pit, and we can't let him die in the wild."

"..."

"cough..."

before the two women's voices fell, they heard a light cough coming. Then, there was a terrible energy flowing through the dark hole. Although there was no strong movement, the white haired old man had powerful energy flowing all over his body, and the whole person was quietly rising from below.

However, although he has a strong Qingqi circulation, but the whole person is quiet and frightening.

At this time, a generation of daozun burst out his real power. Even if he didn't aim at anyone, even Xiang Yang couldn't help but feel awe in his heart. He said to sun Qingya and Monica, "go back to one side and let me continue to discuss with master daozun."

Xiang Yang's face is dignified. Knowing that the old man with white hair is serious, it can be imagined that if a generation of daozun is serious, who can stop him.

Of course, the main reason is that the old man with white hair has untied all his seals. In fact, when Xiang Yang saw the roar of this scene, there was no bottom in his heart. He knew that the old man had been beaten too hard by himself, and he was really angry. Maybe he wanted to beat himself up for revenge.

Xiang Yang is full of malice at the old man with white hair. If the old man is really shameless and uses the power of the immortal at the peak of the nine heavy heaven of Dalao to deal with himself, then he will kill him with his sister Zhuque. Er, it is impossible to kill him, but at least there is no problem in blocking him.

"Old man, are you all right?"

Sun Qingya and Monica are a little nervous looking at the old man with white hair. When they find that the old man looks very dignified and seems to burst out, they say at the same time, "old man, your clothes are broken, your beard is loose, and your buttocks have a hole..."

"poo..."

the old man with white hair who was originally choking his stomach listened After that, she almost spat out a mouthful of blood and glared at Sun Qingya and Monica. "Two little white eyes, when I see my husband being beaten like this, you should even bully me with words. It's too much."As soon as the words were said, the old man's calm face suddenly changed, and he regained his Hippie smile.

"Yeah, the old man is OK, and he can talk and laugh. Then we will be fine. Brother Xiang, you can continue to beat him. Don't give us face."

Seeing that the old man with white hair took back all the momentum that he had gathered, and now he turned into a very ordinary person, the two girls immediately laughed happily, looked at each other, and then ran back to Li Huan again.

The old man with white hair was so angry that he glared and said angrily, "two little girls, it's too much. They must have seen Lao Dao's momentum reach its peak. They were afraid that their brother Xiang would not be my opponent, so they deliberately broke my momentum."

Br > "I'm afraid that the only way he can do this is to cultivate the old man with the same serious voice The same, for a while, he was giggling. Even Xiang Yang, who was opposite him, was speechless.

He couldn't help but say to the old man with white hair, "master Dao, let's see if we want to continue? If you don't continue, the younger generation will leave. After all, everyone's time is precious and can't be wasted. "

At the moment, he has a new understanding of his own body aura. He is looking for a place where there is no one to study. He doesn't want to fight with the old man with white hair.

As for the battle with the old man with white hair, Xiang Yang understood the new functions of his body, which was a small gain.

Of course, the most important thing was that he beat the old man with white hair, which made Xiang Yang feel relaxed and relaxed, and the whole person seemed to be in the state of enlightenment.

In his heart, he was very surprised. Could he really get some benefits from beating jiudaozun and make himself comfortable? If this is the case, I will not go to daomen jiudi mountain when I am free and have a discussion with those old men. I can keep this state all the time. Then, it is estimated that it will not be long before I can reach the realm of the nine heaven of xianzun.

"Little friend is incomparable in flesh. I admire him."

The old man with white hair had a dignified face and saluted Xiang Yang.

"You're welcome, sir. You're more capable of fighting. I admire you more." Xiang Yang said with a smile.

"Er..."

the white haired old man's face twitched, almost swearing. The boy's words were too insidious. He seemed to admire himself, but he did hurt himself and was beaten by him.

However, he was really curious. He wanted to know what the bloody halo of Xiangyang was, and why his Taoist magic power was useless in front of Xiang Yang. He could only continue to say, "what, can you help me solve my doubts?"

"The elder wants to ask why I can press you to fight?" Xiang Yang continued to smile.

Naturally, it is not difficult for him to guess that the purpose of the old man with white hair is to ask himself about the halo of the flesh. However, if the aura of the flesh can really crack any magic skills, it will become a big killer of Xiang Yang. How could he tell the old man with white hair now?

"Poof..."

the old man with white hair finally couldn't help it. Xiang Yang was so angry that he almost spat blood. He couldn't help but itch his hands and feet. He wanted to rush to teach Xiang Yang a good lesson, but after all, he held back and asked again, "what's the aura that can make Lao Dao's magic power useless?"

"Well, I don't know. It's not an aperture. It's just that my blood is too strong." Xiang Yang said with a smile.

"How could that be possible?"

The old man with white hair exclaimed, with a look of disbelief on his face. "When your bloody energy aperture diffused out, it was useless for Lao Dao to display two kinds of magical powers. It must be that your bloody diaphragm is strange."

"Master, why don't you say that there are problems with your own miracles, sometimes they are active and sometimes they are not?" Xiang Yang said with a smile.

"No way, Lao Dao is known as the daozun of daomen. The magic power of Taoism is the strongest among all the Taoist schools, and few people can compare with it. And those magic powers of Taoism have been formed through the painstaking efforts of countless sages of Taoism. After endless years of tempering, they have really reached the level of perfection. It can't be the problem of supernatural powers. When the old Taoist priest just showed his magic power, he met you That strange blood color field can't be used. It must be your problem. " The old man with white hair looked at Xiang Yang positively and said.

At the same time, he seemed to see through Xiang Yang, and said with a sneer, "tell the Taoist priest, don't worry. The Taoist priest will not publicize your secret. At most, he is poor enough to study it."

He thought that he had already talked to this extent. Xiang Yang would be very honest and said in his heart, "is this the power of flesh after breaking through Dalao? But it's not likely. None of the fighting saints in those days had such a physical aura. It's estimated that it's the boy's other mace or treasure. However, after all, it's clear. "Even the old man with white hair felt trembling in his heart. Most of the disciples of Taoism were good at magic skills. If Xiang Yang's physical aura could restrain all magical powers, that is to say, he would be able to restrain Taoism, not only Taoism, but also all the powerful ones in the universe.

"Well, maybe it's about your luck." In the eyes of the old man with white hair, Xiang Yang said with deep emotion.

"Poof..."

the old man with white hair has nothing to say this time. Go to your luck. Lao Dao, as one of the nine great masters of Taoism, has condensed the boundless fortune of such a great Taoist school. Is there any saying of bad luck?

But looking at Xiang Yang solemnly speaking over there, the old man with white hair was helpless and could only sigh and say, "if you don't say it, it's possible that the magic power of that bloody halo is your one. I'm not the kind of person who robs you of your magic power, but the flesh of little friend The power is really too strong. I admire him. In this war, Lao Dao lost. "

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