"You're alive?"

Qi Daoguang laughed coldly, and the Fangtian Painted Spear on his shoulder slowly hangs down, and his body's ultimate will flow into the Painted Spear.

For today, he has accumulated momentum for eleven months, and his will has reached an increase of irrelevance.

However, his painting halberd was still roaring.

The old monster in front of him had a vague aura and a vague figure, which made him unable to lock him up, and it made him unable to determine whether the body in front of him was an incarnation or the original deity.

"Living means living, how can there be anything counted?"

On the altar, Liansheng's mother still smiled. She looked around and looked everywhere. Whether outside or inside the city, everyone's heart was cold:

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

call!

The cold current came in an instant, and the extremely violent murderous intent filled the entire city.

"The Heavenly Lord of the Unlimited Blessings!"

Yu Baimei took a step forward in time, and the invisible qi pressed the Qidao Light like a palm, and nearly half of the Seven Tribulation Sword was unsheathed.

He lowered his eyebrows and his voice was like the sharpest magic sword in the world:

"Old guy, don't be too arrogant! So what if you live for three thousand years? The change of heaven has not arrived. Even if you live for ten thousand years, you will not be able to break the threshold of Jiuyao!"

I pity the horror of my mother, everyone present knew it, but they knew even more that before the changes of the sky, no one could break through the Nine Blazing Gate.

No matter how profound the person's accumulation is, the same is true.

Therefore, before the change of heaven, there is a tacit understanding for several people without having to negotiate.

"The little Taoist priest is bold!"

On the altar, Liansheng's mother lowered her eyes and smiled faintly:

"Your ancestor didn't dare to be in front of me..."

"Drink, pee!"

Suddenly, just when the sword was tense, a slutty child voice suddenly interrupted everyone.

Immediately, a strong fragrance spread from the altar.

"This is?!"

The old monk Guangjue's heart moved, and he was stunned.

"you……"

More than him?

The great Zen master of Huandan, Yu Baimei, and even a few of the martial arts masters who were extremely far away from behind were all jumping wildly.

Everyone's eyes were stunned for a moment.

In the wind and snow, the doll held by the old woman suddenly made a "hey" sound, and her face turned red and her face urinated into a long line.

And the old woman opened her mouth...

Drink them all!

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

The impact of this scene was so huge that Yu Baimei and others were stunned for a moment.

Boom!

Only the light of the Dao keenly captured the flashing fighter. He took a step forward and rushed out like a dragon for several miles.

The painting halberd held upside down torn apart the wind and snow in the sky and the altars in front of him in an instant.

With heavy aura bursting into clouds, like a long rainbow, he slashed towards the old woman on the altar!

"Amitabha!"

In less than a moment, the old monk Guangjue moved with it, and a roar of the dragon shook the whole city. Under his wide sleeves, a sword that looked like black ink also stabbed out.

Bodhidharma’s sword!

And the one faster than the two was the young Master Huandan!

The distance of more than ten miles did not seem to exist at all at his feet. He took only one step and had already reached the altar.

The sound of the dragon and elephant burst out between its mouth and nose, and the golden palms had already fallen into the sky!

It is his own unique skill of Lanke Temple, which is ranked at the top of the magical skills list, and the Great Hand Seal of Demon Subduing!

"call!"

The three of them took action one after another, and Yu Baimei would not retreat. He was in his life and was not afraid at all.

But the moment he took action, he turned around, and the unsheathed Sword of Seven Tribulations cut across the sky and slashed behind Lu Qingting:

"evil creature!"

"Old Zamao is alert!"

Ripples arose in the void, Ning Wuqiu's body was like lightning, and he moved 18 times in an instant, avoiding this half of the sword:

"What a pity, what a pity..."

"Ning Wuqiu!"

Yu Bai's eyebrows were raised and he was about to draw the sword, but he heard a loud noise behind him. He turned around and his pupils shrank.

It took him less than a moment to turn around and turn around.

On the huge square, more than ten thousand people originally had disappeared without a trace!

Including the three martial saints of Qi Daoguang and Return to the Pill, Guangjue!

"This is?!"

Yu Bai's pupils contracted violently, and they burst out without thinking.

The sword is unsheathed.

Zheng!

A sword sound slashed through the sky, and the extreme sharpness penetrated through the wind and snow, like the first ray of morning light breaking through the sky.

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

Without any carelessness, the Seven Tribulation Sword is the way to the Seven Tribulation Sword, and the Yin and Yang are distinguished!

As the second martial saint in the Hanging Mountain in a thousand years, Yu Baimei's talent is extraordinary. Even though she slashed out with three hundred years of cultivation, even though she was Liansheng's mother, she couldn't help but exclaim.

"Zhang Lai was just like this back then, but it's a pity..."

She smiled and raised her hand.

Buzz!

Just by raising his palm, Yu Baimei's mind felt as if he was hitting the Giant Mountain. While the pain was severe, his eyes were a little dark.

He suddenly looked up, and above the sword light, he saw the hazy white mist, as if a Buddha that was even larger than the city appeared and appeared in it.

And where he is at this moment, it is in the palm of the Buddha!

At the same time, he finally saw several other people, who were just like himself, and were held horizontally by a giant palm.

"This is, Taoism?!"

The moment Yu Bai's eyebrows suddenly arose, everyone, including Lu Qingting, couldn't help but look shocked.

Under everyone's gaze, several people who suddenly arose, including Yu Baimei, disappeared into the void!

It's like a rock falling into a deep pool, splashing ripples, but there are only ripples.

"Taoism, Eight-faced Buddha!"

Almost as Yu Baimei disappeared, Jiang Wuyang, Wulongsheng, Cheng Yiyuan and others had already reacted.

They didn't expect that this old witch would set up a formation or practice Taoist techniques in advance. When they came, they all had their own ways to deal with it.

However, this "Eight-faced Buddha" is beyond their imagination.

This art did not cause the fluctuations of the spiritual qi around it?!

"It's incense!"

With a thought turning, Jiang Wuyang had already let out a long roar:

"Everyone, you have no choice but to retreat. Let's work together to break the Taoist technique!"

With the long roar, he did not retreat but advanced, and bravely rushed into the surging white mist. Wulongsheng and Cheng Yiyuan looked at each other, and also rushed into the white mist.

call!

The mist poured down like water, flooding everything.

In just a few moments, the seven martial saints were flooded by white mist, and on the altar, Liansheng's mother still had a smile, and her body had not moved at all.
Chapter completed!