Opening his big hand, powerful pressure filled the great hall.

The foundation-building monks following Gu Yu had set up their magic shields early. Fortunately, the pressure was not directed at them, otherwise even if they held up the magic shields, they would be crushed to pieces by the surging magic power.

The old man in gray robe stood in front of Gu Yu and shouted: "My young master comes from the ancient Wanfa family in the Eastern Wasteland. My ancestor is a saint who cultivates the void. Senior, please think twice!"

All of a sudden.

Tu Shanjun appeared in front of the gray-robed old man, looking down from a high position, his purple-black eyes glaring.

The terrifying and oppressive aura is like blooming from the abyss.

The darkness behind them shrouded them, and even though it was bright outside, they felt like it was dark.

Without any hesitation, the blue-grey palm fell on the gray-robed old man's chest, and a dull voice was heard: "Broken!"

boom!

The body-protecting aura of the gray-robed old man fell apart like broken ice.

A mouthful of blood surged up and wet his clothes.

His body couldn't help but fly backwards and hit the mountain peak in the distance hard. Smoke and dust flew everywhere, and the clouds and mist dragged out a long tail. There was no movement for a long time.

Immediately afterwards, light rose into the sky.

The old man in gray robe rushed out of the clouds and appeared in the main hall. The long Lingbao knife in his hand was pointed at Tu Shanjun. However, he saw Tu Shanjun raised his arm slightly and grasped the blade with his palm. The old man in gray robe could not move forward any further.

"this……"

The old man in gray robe was shocked.

Tu Shanjun lowered his head to look at Gu Yu, and touched the top of his head with the other hand.

He said dullly: "Peel!"

"Buzz."

Huaguang earthquake.

A shadow appeared in front of Gu Yu.

He couldn't see his face clearly. He was dressed in a gorgeous robe that was mainly black and white and supplemented by gold. His beard and hair were all white. He raised his palms to block Tu Shanjun's blue-gray palms from pressing down. There was no emotion in his indifferent eyes.

"Take a photo as a god?" Taiyi Zhenjun exclaimed.

"It's the Reverend God Transformation!"

"This shadow possesses 30% of the power of the Incarnation Lord."

"grandfather!"

Gu Yu shouted in surprise.

He really felt like he was going to die just now, but fortunately he had the back-up left by his grandfather.

This is an honor he got after defeating many people with the same surname in the family competition. It is a pity that his back-up man is not the ancestor of the family, because he is not that person's opponent.

Only won third place that time.

"No matter who you are, you are no match for my grandfather!"

Gu Yu wantonly vented his fear just now, and his roar of filial piety resounded in the Yuguan Palace as if he was angry with embarrassment.

The old man in gray robe who was struggling to hold on also said as if he saw hope: "Senior, stop it. My master is the Reverend God Transformation. No matter how talented you are, you are only in the late Nascent Soul stage. We are willing to pay for this rudeness.

To compensate you, senior, please let my young master go for the sake of my master."

Xu Zhao was shaken in his heart and looked at his master and said: "Why don't you advise your master..."
Chapter completed!