"It's finally out!" The moment the abnormal movements around him appeared, Tai Pan knew that what he was waiting for, or the person he was waiting for, had already appeared.

Following this connection, Taipan's eyes fell between the forestry. At first glance, Taipan saw the grass puppet gathered by people and the burning flames on the grass puppet.

Without any hesitation, Tai Pan gave up the Ziyi Taoist in front of him, and did not care about the sword that Ziyi Taoist stabbed out - this sword had no murderous intention, and naturally there was no fatal threat where the sword fell.

As soon as he stepped out, the wind was around Taipan. With a thought, a storm swept across the world, holding Taipan and moving against the wind, this is the instinct of the demon clan. When in the realm of Qi, the demon spirits can use this demon wind to move against the air. After achieving the soul, the magic of this demon wind will naturally be further improved.

Of course, at this time, Tai Pan's qi was empty and changing, and there was no sign of rebellious demonic aura. The demonic wind on his body naturally disappeared without the evil appearance of ordinary demon spirits controlling the demonic wind. In the eyes of others, Tai Pan's demonic wind was just a more exquisite wind control magic.

Everything was only in an instant, the demonic wind swept through, the heaven and earth changed. When the flames ignited, the long sword in Taipan's waist was unsheathed. When the sword in Taipan's hand divided the grass puppet into two and cut through the support of the Nightmare Curse Art, the sweeping flame had not burned the whole body of the grass puppet.

This is what Taipan can slash out. The last sword, between the previous intersecting with the flying sword, was already at the verge of collapse. Therefore, when facing this purple-clothed Taoist, Taipan had never used the sword on his waist. It was at this time that he was waiting for.

After cutting off the grass puppet and breaking the Nightmare Curse Technique on the grass puppet, the long sword in Taipan's hand shattered on the spot and turned into countless pieces and flew around. Only a bare sword hilt was left in Taipan's hand.

"The second handle is here!" Looking at the fragments flying around, Taipan murmured, and the next moment, the words "Leave a Man under the Sword" sounded in Taipan's ears.

As the sound rang, four chains fell on Taipan's limbs.

"The God of Bashui!" As this sounded, Tai Pan knew it in his heart.

...

"This is..." When Taipan's figure suddenly shook and stood up straight, the God of Bashui who could not see clearly had already sat upright. When the God of Bashui followed Taipan's sword light and saw the grass man pointed at the sword light, the God of Bashui had suddenly stood up.

"Curse of Nightmare!"

"What a courage!" The voice of the God of Bashui was completely gone without the peace and calmness he had before. Instead, it was replaced by an unparalleled murderous intent.

Unlike Qi training men, gods are in line with heaven and earth, and are closer to the state of "Heaven and Earth are immortal, I am immortal" than Qi training men. As an existence that regulates the balance of heaven and earth, the lifespan of the gods is far greater than Qi training men.

Any god in the right position can easily last for more than a thousand years without dereliction of duty. As for the stronger Shuijun City God, the life span is even more difficult to estimate.

The last time the gods changed in the empire was during the Qin Dynasty in the Yan Han Dynasty. Since the establishment of the Han Empire, in the past three thousand years, the major water kings and city gods are still the same group when they founded. Therefore, these gods who have witnessed countless history attach much importance to some taboos between the world and the world, and the Qi training men.

Among these taboos, the Nightmare Curse Art is one of them.

As one of the few vicious methods that can directly bring gods to death, it is not an exaggeration to the gods to pay attention to the Nightmare Curse Art.

Therefore, after detecting the traces of the Nightmare Curse Technique, the God of Bashui was completely unable to maintain the transcendent posture of the bystander before, especially the traces of the Nightmare Curse Technique are now under his nose.

"Does we, no matter whether we are gods, are clay puppets?" When the God of Bashui stood up, the extremely strong pressure was pressing against Song Ming and the other two, and they could not straighten their waists at all. In the water palace, countless servants of the gods were even trembling.

"Leave someone under the sword!" As the fragments of the sword blade flew around, the mighty voice of the God of Bashui and the voice of the Taoist in purple sounded at the same time.

The three thousand miles of Ba River suddenly came alive, and in the rushing stream, there seemed to be extremely sacred singing and worship sounds, constantly entering the ears.

"Stay someone under the sword!"

"people!"

"people!"

"Man..." In the echo, endless water splashed out from the Ba River and condensed into twelve chains. In a blink of an eye, the three people on the field, Tai Pan, the Taoist in purple, and the fainted Zhang Mingyu was already locked by the twelve chains. On the chains, the laws spread everywhere, causing the three people to lose the ability to move, and the true energy around them was completely suppressed between the meridians.

"God Lord!" In the water palace, Taoist Songming looked at the sudden change in front of him, and the expression on his face was extremely embarrassing. When he stared at the great pressure, Taoist Songming had just bit out a few words.

"Their dispute has not reached the point where the God King interferes!"

"put one's oar in?"

"The curse technique of Nightmare Town, Taoist Songming, you'd better pray. This matter has nothing to do with you!" In the cold voice, Taoist Songming's face suddenly turned pale, and his whole body's strength disappeared in an instant, and he almost couldn't stand firm.

The curse of the Nightmare Town, the moment the word "Yanshima" was chanted from the mouth of the God of Bashui, Taoist Songming knew that this matter was already a big deal.

"Damn it, how could it be the curse technique of Nightmare Town?" Taoist Songming thought, and was filled with shock and anger.

This is destined to be a storm, and the scope of this storm is the entire Chang'an City, the nine sects in Chang'an City, the Taoist sons of the nine sects, and even the princes and officials in the palace.

As the three Taoist Songming who were closest to the eye of the storm in this storm, how could they break the relationship between the three Taoists Songming who were the ones who entered the game directly?

No matter how he distinguishes, who would believe their words?

The so-called chess pieces are involuntarily. They discovered at this time that from the time they stepped on this chessboard, they no longer had the ability to control the situation and could only go with the flow in this chessboard!

"What a nine sect!"

"A few juniors in the Qi Realm actually played with us, the souls, in their palms!"

"One link after another, one link, dragging everyone into the chess game."

"If it weren't for the Nightmare Curse Art, I would have really thought that what they were targeting was Yun Xingzhou."

As his thoughts turned, Taoist Songming had already guessed this game of chess.

"What a group of candidates for Taoist people!" Taoist Songming almost wanted to bite all his teeth into pieces. The regret and pain in his heart could not be described in words.

However, the more thorough the guess, the more desperate the Taoist Songming became.
Chapter completed!