With a radius of hundreds of feet, the land flips open and surging out, like a volcano erupting.

Infinite soil and rocks fall from the sky, burying the Qingyuan and suppressing it.

The rumbling sounds were heard one after another, vibrating within a hundred miles, and the sound spreads, reaching eight hundred miles.

After a long time, the dust settled.

The land within a radius of a hundred feet turned over, collapsed in the middle, and arched in all directions.

There was still soil in the sky like heavy rain. There was a person in the soil slowly descending from the air, standing in the middle of the collapsed pit, leaning on a crutch, breathing unsteadily.

This is an old man, about sixty years old, with a kind face, but a smile. He took a step, shaking a little, unsteady, and couldn't help but put the crutch on the ground, pressed his remaining right hand on his chest, and took a deep breath several times.

His chest was bleeding, but the bleeding had not stopped.

This is a sword injury.

He was injured by the magic sword of Shouzhengdao Sect. At this time, the sword energy that could not be removed was still lingering on the wound.

"I have a reputation for keeping the righteous Taoist sect. I am much better at Taoism, and I am almost exhausted."

The old man took a deep breath and looked to the left.

Half of his left arm was broken, the broken mouth was uneven, the flesh and blood were still invisible, and the broken bones were visible. This was not a sword injury, but was wiped by the Taoist technique of the Shouzheng Taoist Sect, and the arm was eliminated...

"Fortunately, there is another master coming to restore my energy."

The old man laughed, as if he had touched the wound, quickly calmed down his laughter, put his hand on the crutch, and leaned on the crutch, heading towards the place where the young man was buried before.

Bang!

At this moment, the land suddenly collapsed behind me, and the thunder sound flashed.

A monkey about a meter tall broke out of the ground, jumped ten feet away, and roared high.

It was covered with black hair, with white hair on its head as snow, with ears falling on its shoulders, arms reaching its knees, carrying a thundering golden bore, with a rolling thunder sound, and a slight lingering all over its body, blue and white in color, as thin as hair.

The monkey's golden eyes, and his gaze was like two golden lights, falling on the old man, with a fierce murderous intent.

"this……"

The old man looked carefully and said in surprise: "Mondrill?"

He was not familiar with creatures like mountain mandrills, but he had accidentally seen records in classics, and it was rumored that it was the bloodline of the demonic immortal.

"Can the Taoist practice of the mere fourth level of heaven survive under my means?"

The old man couldn't help but look a little surprised. Although he was attacking the young man, his cultivation level of the fourth level would definitely be difficult to survive even if it was only affected.

Unexpectedly, this mandrill survived and did not seem to be seriously injured?

"Okay, okay."

The old man smiled and said, "It seems that the rumors about the bloodline of the demon immortal are not false. I recently obtained a method to absorb blood and replenish myself. I wonder if the bloodline of the demon immortal is more interesting?"

Gu Cang roared and roared, and two feet of thunder Jintong pointed forward.

The old man smiled and didn't take action immediately, but he was already a little solemn in his heart.

The weapon seemed to have a high grade, and the thunder flashed. It should be a magic weapon belonging to the Thunder Trail lineage, and it might even be a prototype of a magic weapon that is expected to be transformed into a magic weapon. It would be fine if this mandrill only had the help of weapons, but the thunder sound was not only coming from the weapon, but also from its body. It was obviously practicing the thunder technique.

The inheritance of the bloodline of demons and immortals, instead of learning the methods of demons and immortals, practice the orthodox Taoist thunder method?

So isn’t this thunder technique better than the martial arts inherited by the demon immortals?

"This mountain mandrille is a demonic bloodline, with a strong body and a unique person. Now he holds the treasure of the Thunder Dao and practices the unfathomable Thunder Dao skills. He is not comparable to the masters of the fourth level of heaven."

"I was seriously injured here, so I'm afraid I'm in some trouble this time."

The old man's thoughts were floating, but his smile was still there, the blood in his chest was still not stopped, and his broken arm was trembling slightly.

This man and a demon were more than ten feet apart and looked at each other for a moment.

Although Gu Cang seemed calm on weekdays, he was actually still impatient. He immediately took action first and raised his hand and something flew out.

It was a stone the size of a fist.

Above the stone, there is a thunder luster.

"Another treasure?"

The old man's face changed slightly, and he turned his crutch forward a little.

The front was pointed on the thunderstone.

Gu Cang shouted: "Big!"

The thunderstone suddenly magnified, from the size of a fist, and instantly became three meters in radius, which was even larger than an ordinary building.

The old man took a step back, a sharp look flashed in his eyes, and he said in a low voice: "Break!"

boom!

The thunderstone suddenly flew backwards.

And under the thunder stone, a figure like an iron tower jumped over, and two feet of thunder Jintong pointed forward, and the lightning flashed, and the sharp blade was sharp.

The old man suddenly retreated, his feet did not step on the ground, and flew out of thin air. A sharp light flashed in his eyes. He stretched out his hand and pulled it apart, tearing the half-cut arm and shoulder blades on the left. With a slap of mana, it immediately turned into blood mist.

He took a deep breath, and the blood mist entered through his mouth and nose, and his spirit was immediately shocked.

"Little beast, just you?"

The old man shouted softly, full of energy, and knocked the crutch forward and hard.

With a sudden sound, lightning filled the sky.

The 2-meter-long Lei Jintong was one step further.

Gu Cang left more than ten feet away.

"act recklessly!"

The old man snorted and said, "Even if the thunder method you practice is an immortal-level method, even if you hold a magic weapon, with the Taoist practice of the fourth level of heaven, how can I be my opponent? Even the master who guards the sixth level of the righteous Taoist Sect is killed by me, let alone you are a mere mandrill?"

He walked slowly, his steps no longer staggered, calm and powerful.

Gu Cang slowly stood up, holding two feet of thunder golden troughs, and the thunder stones hung above his head, and his body was shining with thunder. Its eyes were filled with golden light, and gradually showed a red light.

The old man felt that the breath of it was constantly rising. He was slightly shocked and did not dare to hesitate anymore. He wanted to kill the mandrill immediately.

"Old guy!"

Gu Cang roared constantly, thunder circling around him, and the dust around him kept flying.

It is about three meters in radius and the land is charred.

This method was used to inflictly use the Taoist practice of the third level of heaven to hurt the fifth level of heavenly ancestor, the ancestor of the Sun family, who had hidden illness. Today, he has become a demon himself. If he uses this method, he may not be defeated when facing this severely injured sixth level of heavenly master.

"A mere little demon..." The old man flew up in the air and beat the crutch down in the air.

Gu Cang swung the thunder golden twelve feet and his breath gradually rose, his eyes were red in gold, and his expression was fierce.

"Gu Cang..."

At this moment, a palm pressed from behind him on Gu Cang's shoulder.

Gu Cang was shocked and felt a burning feeling pass through his ears.

It was a white jade ruler with red thunder patterns, and the hot meaning was the red thunder carried on it.

With a bang!

The crutch was hit on the white jade ruler.

The old man flew back.

Gu Cang felt a strong wind blowing in front of his eyes, and it was a little sharp while it was hot. Then, he heard a voice in his ear and said slowly: "Gu Cang, please stop me, don't hurt your vitality again. This method cannot be used again until the critical moment of life and death."

Gu Cang turned his head and saw the gentleman smiling.

"Gu Cang, next, I'll leave it to the sir."
Chapter completed!