"Amitabha!"

The monk's robe was hunting, and the Zen Master Huandan made a sound of the dragon, urging the demon to subdue the demon's fist, and was the first to break the clouds and rush to the altar.

The eight-faced Buddha was broken!

Liansheng's teachings have been passed down for three thousand years, and all kinds of information have been passed down. Naturally, the old woman's good Taoist skills were not ignorant.

The momentum of Mu Qingliu's sword did not have to be so huge. The reason for this was to let the other people in the Taoist Technique cooperate.

"You are so brave, you really dare to betray me!"

Liansheng's mother's expression finally moved. She expected the plan of several people, but her face darkened and she looked down at the altar.

I saw a purple dress sank into the crowd, leaving only a sneer echoing:

"What's the point!"

The picture is revealed!

With the power of Mu Qingliu's peerless sword, Feng Wushuang finally activated it, and in an instant, the square roared.

She actually used the power of incense and vows to urge the shadow of the eight-faced Buddha, but she slapped at several elders of Liansheng Sect who were hiding in the square.

This is the real altar and the foundation of Taoism.

"evil creature!"

The old woman's white hair was full of flamboyance, and there was no smile on her face. She raised her hand in anger, trying to kill Feng Wushuang.

But the latter is very good at timing.

At this moment, it was the time when Mu Qingliu, Qi Daoguang, Yu Baimei, and the angry attack of Master Huandan.

Even though she was as strong as a mother, she had to raise her hand and take this opportunity to sank into the crowd.

boom!

It was also during this moment that with the help of the inexplicable commotion in the square, he finally captured the foundation of the art.

"It's those church members!"

The moment the mind turned, Lu Qingting also automatically, and took advantage of the extremely cold sword force to soar into the air, and his magical movement was urging him.

After the loud roar of the collision of several masters, he rushed into the square where thousands of people gathered.

"kill!"

Lu Qingting exhaled and heard the sound of the masters hidden in the streets and alleys. At the same time, he used his harsh hands to kill the same violent clan members of the Psychic Sect.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

...

Many masters invited by Yu Baimei finally stopped hesitating and rushed into the square with this powerful help.

Ning Wuqiu hesitated slightly, retreated to the shadows, and hibernated aura, quietly watching the bloody killing on the square.

The war,

Completely exploded.

...

...

The scene of the Daoguang entering Anyang City was captured by many feathered eagles, and then passed on to various places.

Eight hundred miles outside Dingyang City, on a barren mountain, Qin Lihu stood with a knife, listening to the reports of his subordinates with a calm expression.

As the chief marching manager of the Northwest Road, he did not want to attack Long Yuandao, nominally led by Xu Wenji.

This is not only the kindness of his knowledge back then, but also the deep-rooted concept of his service to the court for decades.

but……

"Pity the Scholarship!"

At one moment, his eyes narrowed, as if he had noticed something, and the moment Ling Ying took the initiative, he raised his arms and shouted.

The next moment, he had already turned over and led eight thousand elite soldiers to the nearest city.
Chapter completed!