Qi Daoguang made a cold sound, and the Fangtian painted halberd on his shoulder slowly dropped down, and all his overwhelming will flowed into the painted halberd.

For today, he has been preparing for eleven months, and now his will has reached the point where it can no longer be increased.

However, his halberd was clanking, but it was not fired for a long time.

The old monster in front of him had a hazy and ethereal aura, and his body seemed to be illusory and illusory, making it impossible for him to focus on it. It also made him unable to determine whether the body in front of him was an incarnation or his true form.

"To live is to live, what does it mean?"

On the altar, Lisheng’s old mother’s smile remained unchanged. She looked around, looking everywhere. Whether outside or inside the city, everyone felt a chill in their hearts:

"One year has been a long time, but only a few people have come here? It seems that there are not many people who remember grandma in the world..."

call!

The cold current descended in an instant, and the extremely fierce murderous intent permeated the entire city.

"Blessings and Immeasurable Heavenly Lord!"

Yu Baimei took a step forward at the right time, and the invisible energy held Qi Daoguang like a palm, and the Seven Tribulations Sword was nearly half out of its sheath.

He lowered his eyebrows and looked down, and his voice was like the sharpest sword in the world:

"Old guy, don't be too arrogant! So what if you live for three thousand years? The sky has not changed yet. Even if you live for ten thousand years, you still can't break the threshold of Jiuyao!"

Everyone present knew the horror of Lian Sheng's old mother, but they understood better that no one could break through Jiuyao's Gate until the sky changed.

No matter how profound a person's accumulation is, it is still the same.

Therefore, killing him before the natural disaster was a tacit agreement between several people without any discussion.

"The little Taoist is quite brave!"

On the altar, Lisheng’s old mother lowered her eyes and smiled lightly:

"The founder of the Qin family did not dare to appear in front of me..."

"Drink, piss!"

Suddenly, at this tense moment, a childish voice suddenly interrupted everyone.

Immediately, an extremely strong aroma spread from the altar.

"This is?!"

The old monk Guangjue's heart suddenly moved, and immediately he was dumbfounded.

"you……"

Not just him?

The Great Zen Master Huan Dan, Yu Baimei, and even the masters of martial arts who were far away behind them were all jumping up and down.

Everyone's eyes were dull for a moment.

In the wind and snow, the baby being held by the old woman suddenly let out a "hehe" sound, and peeed in a long line on its red face.

And that old woman opened her mouth...

Drink them all!

Who would have thought that an old monster that has lived for three thousand years could actually...

The impact of this scene was so huge that even Yu Baimei and others felt sluggish for a moment.

Boom!

Only Qi Daoguang was able to keenly capture this fleeting fighter opportunity. He stepped out in one step and leapt out for several miles like a dragon.

The halberd he held upside down tore through the wind and snow in the sky and the altars in front of him in an instant.

The explosive cloud with heavy Qi, like a rainbow piercing the sun, slashed towards the old woman on the altar!

"Amitabha!"

In less than an instant, the old monk Guangjue moved with him, shaking the whole city with the roar of a heavenly dragon. Under the broad sleeves of his robe, a sword as black as ink was thrust out.

Bodhidharma's sword!

The one who was faster than the two of them was the young-looking Zen Master Huan Dan!

The distance of more than ten miles seemed to be non-existent under his feet. With just one step, he was already in front of the altar.

The sound of the dragon-elephant burst out from between his mouth and nose, and his golden palms fell into the air!

It is his self-created Lanke Temple stunt that ranks at the top of the list of magical stunts, the Demon-Conquering Mahamudra!

"call!"

The three of them attacked one after another, and Yu Baimei would not retreat. He was not afraid at all, as he was about to die soon.

But the moment he took action, he turned around and the unsheathed Seven Tribulations Sword crossed the sky and struck behind Lu Qingting:

"evil creature!"

"Old bastard is alert!"

Ripples appeared in the void, and Ning Wuqiu's figure was like lightning. He moved eighteen times in an instant, avoiding the half-sword:

"It's a pity, it's a pity..."

"Ning Wuqiu!"

Yu Baimei's long eyebrows stood up, and he was about to draw his sword, but he heard a loud noise behind him, turned around suddenly, and couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

It only took less than a moment for him to turn around and then turn around again.

In the huge square, more than ten thousand people who were originally there disappeared without a trace!

Including Qidaoguang, Huandan, and Guangjue, the three martial saints!

"This is?!"

Yu Baimei's pupils shrank violently, and even popped up without thinking.

The sword is unsheathed.

Zheng!

A sword cry cut through the clouds, and the extreme sharpness cut through the wind and snow, like the first ray of dawn, piercing the sky.

He slashed at the old woman who was still standing on the altar.

There is no carelessness, the Seven Tribulations Sword is released, Yin and Yang are divided!

As the second martial sage in Xuankong Mountain in the past thousand years, Yu Baimei's talent is extraordinary. With three hundred years of practice, he could make this sword, even his mother could not help but admire it.

"Zhang was just as sloppy back then. It's a pity..."

She smiled and raised her hand.

Buzz!

With just a small movement like raising his palm, Yu Baimei's mind felt as if he had hit the Juyue Sacred Mountain. He was in severe pain and at the same time, his eyesight became a little black.

He suddenly raised his head, and above the sword light, he saw a hazy white mist, and it seemed that there was a giant Buddha bigger than the city looming in it.

And where he is right now is in the palm of the Buddha!

At the same time, he finally saw several other people. They were just like him, and they were all held up by giant palms.

"This is Taoism?!"

The moment Yubai's eyebrows raised, everyone including Lu Qingting couldn't help but look horrified.

Under everyone's gaze, several people who had risen up, including Yu Baimei, all disappeared into the void!

Just like when a stone falls into a deep pool, it splashes a few ripples, but there are only a few ripples.

"Taoism, Eight-faced Buddha!"

Almost at the same time as Yu Baimei disappeared, Jiang Wuyan, Wu Longsheng, Cheng Yiyuan and others had already reacted.

It's not like they didn't expect that the old witch would set up a formation or practice Taoist skills in advance. When this happened, they all had their own ways to deal with it.

However, this "Eight-faced Buddha" really exceeded their imagination.

The use of this technique did not cause any fluctuations in the surrounding spiritual energy?!

"It's incense!"

With a thought, Jiang Wuyang let out a long roar:

"Everyone, there is no way to retreat. Let's work together to defeat his Taoism!"

Amid the roar, he advanced instead of retreating, and charged into the surging white mist. Wu Longsheng and Cheng Yiyuan looked at each other, and also charged into the white mist.

call!

The mist poured down like water, drowning everything.

In just a few moments, the seven martial saints were submerged in the white mist, but on the altar, Mother Liansheng's smile remained unchanged, and her body did not move at all.

Seeing this scene, everyone who entered the city felt chills all over their bodies.
Chapter completed!