"kill!!!"

A cold and ruthless word "kill" spit out from the mouth of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty. Before the old man in white seemed to have reacted, he heard the Taoist children who were staying around the imperial garden let out a series of screams and wailings.

There were also some sounds of arrows breaking through the air and the neat sound of iron boots stepping on the ground. The shocked old man turned around and saw a team of elite palace guards wearing armor, with a gaze of steel knives, wrists and crossbows rushed in. All of these people who could be selected as palace guards were in battle on the battlefield. They were all selected from one in a hundred, whether in their personal abilities or military combat power. The old man in white brought the disciples this time, although they were outstanding in strength, they had never been baptized by war. After the successive rain of arrows, more than half died, and the remaining half was not much better. They just resisted the attacks of these palace guards and began to flee around like a dog of a despair.

The members of the opera troupe who besieged the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty and the civil officials around them were not much better.

It was also a rain of arrows.

Some immortal masters who crushed the jade in time were slightly better. At least, ordinary bows and arrows could not hurt them. Those warriors who purely practiced their bodies were not so lucky. After using their weapons in their hands to resist the attack of several arrows, the remaining arrows still shot through their bodies, and fell to the ground like hedgehogs, with blood flowing all over the ground.

Seeing that the palace guards of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty only attacked for one round, two-thirds of the people he brought were killed. The face of the old man in white also turned pale. With a wave of his sleeves, a wave of spiritual energy instantly wrapped up everyone around him. No matter how many arrows shot over, he would not hurt him at all. After all, he was a powerful man in the sixth level of life consciousness.

For the palace guards around who hold bows and crossbows, these immortal masters at the realm of life consciousness are already like immortals. Not to mention them, even if the Divine Arrow Duke Zi Chen, holding the sunset bow in his hand and having all his strength, he may not be able to shoot an immortal master at the realm of the sixth level of life consciousness. Seeing the actions of these palace guards, even if the old man in white was stupid, he could see that the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty who was listening to the song and watching the moon here should have been prepared. His eyes were full of cold murderous intentions and said lightly: "Have you been prepared long ago?"

After hearing the old man in white, a sarcastic smile flashed across the face of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, and he smiled casually: "Since the people of the Taoist sect dared to run to Chang'an City of our Tang Dynasty to assassinate a duke, then it is not unbelievable to kill the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty by the way!"

Beware of the intentions of the Tang emperors who could guess the Taoist sect.

The old man in white was not surprised.

If he could not guess the intention of the Taoist sect and did not prevent it, he would not be Li Changming, who was called the hero of a generation.

"So what if you guessed the intention of our Taoist sect? Do you think these native chickens and dogs can save you? Save your Tang Dynasty?" The old man in white glanced at the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty with a sarcastic look. His fingers were like lightning, and he quickly made two handprints, and roared in a low voice: "The True Art of Thunder..."

"Crazy!"

Suddenly, the sky above the entire Imperial Garden was covered with clouds, and the wind surging, and purple lightning struck down the palace guards in the Imperial Garden like a spiritual snake.

The power is amazing, no one doubts that if these palace guards in the Imperial Garden were struck by those thunders, they would be a desolate ending to ashes.

Seeing that the purple thunder in the sky was about to fall on these palace guards, an old and majestic voice deep in the palace suddenly said: "The fifth level of the true thunder magic trick, I dare to come to our Tang Dynasty to be presumptuous..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man in white had not yet realized what was going on, he saw a huge palm blocking the heads of these palace guards. The powerful purple thunders were directly grasped by the huge palm. With a slight grip, the thunder in the sky was actually pinched into a round thunder ball by the huge palm...

The old man in white was stunned.

The True Thunder Magic is one of the most powerful techniques in their Taoist sect. It is only the ninth level. It is said that if you can practice the True Thunder Magic to the ninth level, you can control the thunder in the heavens as you wish, and even kill immortals. However, among the rumors about the Taoist sect, there are only a handful of people who practice the True Thunder Magic to the ninth level.

There is not even one among the Tian and Xu generations. There is only one strong man among the Qing generation who practiced the Thunder True Art to the ninth level. He only needed a divine thought to be able to control thousands of thunder, move mountains and fill the seas, and saw the man deep in the palace, blocking his fifth level of Thunder True Art, with his face changing wildly.

In my heart, I greeted all the ancestors of the Taoist sect.

Who said that there were no masters in the Tang Dynasty except Xuanzang and Mr. Da?

Isn’t this person who just condensed a palm with his spiritual energy and caught his fifth level of Thunder Control True Art?

The old man in white who had already had the sixth level of life consciousness, naturally knew that the strong man who could take his own move with ease was at least the peerless man in the eighth level of life consciousness, or even the ninth level of life. He was already scared to death and did not hesitate, and turned around and prepared to escape from the imperial garden.

I was just the realm of the sixth level of the realm of the realm. When I faced a peerless strong man who was likely to reach the seventh level of the Wuzong and the eighth level of the heavens, why didn’t he seek death? Unfortunately, the old man in white was fast, and the palm in the air was faster. He threw the ball condensed from the thunder in his hand towards the old man in white and the people he brought. Before the ball fell to the ground, it had already exploded, and countless violent thunders burst out from the ball.

"Boom!"

Dust and smoke rose everywhere, lightning and thunder roared.

The people brought by the old man in white were all in the thunder in the sky, and they had not even been able to support it for a moment, and they were knocked into pieces by these purple thunders. The old man in white was not much better. Although he kept dodging and even crushed several pieces of jade, he was finally hit by dozens of thunders. His white Taoist robe also became tattered, especially the hypocritical face, which was now gray, and a trace of blood even spilled out of the corners of his mouth. Obviously, the old man in white who was suffering from the consequences was also very injured at this moment, and his face was full of horror.

A short, slightly fat old man walked out of the depths of the palace step by step.

It seems to shrink into an inch.

Just after taking three or two steps, I saw that the strange old man had arrived at the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty.

Seeing this old man, a respectful smile appeared on the face of the Emperor of Tang, and said, "Changming thanks for the Great Elder for help. If it weren't for the Great Elder, I'm afraid Changming would be today..."

Before the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty finished speaking, the strange old man in ancient times waved his hand and stopped the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty from continuing. Instead, he turned his eyes to the old man in white and said calmly: "The Taoist Sect is really worse than the previous generation. When Qingfeng came to our Tang Dynasty to cause trouble. Although he did not reach the ninth level of consciousness of life, he would at least practice the thunder and the Great Wuxiang Gong to the ninth level. Now, a junior who is only practicing the thunder and the thunder and the thunder and the thunder and the thunder and the thunder and the thunder and the thunder and the thunder and the thunder and the thunder and the thunder and the thunder and the thunder and the thunder and thunder will only be practiced to the fifth level. He dared to run to the palace of our Tang Dynasty to act wildly. Do you really think that there is no one in the Tang Dynasty? Can you humiliate it at will?"

Every sentence of the weird old man said lightly, as if he was chatting casually.

But in the ears of the old man in white, it seemed as if thunderstorms hit the depths of his soul, and his whole body began to tremble, as if there was an invisible pressure on the strange old man's body suppressing him, making it difficult for him to breathe, let alone develop a sense of resistance.

Especially the sentence Qingfeng was so scared that his heart and courage almost broke. Perhaps most people don’t know the meaning of the word Qingfeng, but as a Taoist worshiper and his status are not low, he knew that among the existences that the Taoist sect had hidden cultivation, there were Qing, Tian, ​​Xu, and no four generations. The Qing generation was a figure of his master level. Qingfeng was an ancestor of the Taoist sect. He was powerful and said to be even known as the number one master of the Qing generation. Now, listening to the words of this strange old man, the number one master of the Taoist sect’s Qing generation seemed to have suffered a loss in the hands of this strange old man?

Old monster?

When he thought of bringing people to the Tang Dynasty Palace and actually meeting such an old monster, the old man in white felt a bitter feeling in his mouth.

"When Qingfeng used the ninth level of Daxianggong to escape from our Tang Dynasty, you seemed to have no such good luck. You were not as strong as you dare to break into the palace of our Tang Dynasty. If you don't punish you for your little punishment and warning, it seems that the whole world will laugh at our Tang Dynasty for being no one..."

Hearing these words of small punishment and great commandment, the old man in white suddenly felt his cold sweat begin to drip from his forehead. He opened his mouth, and before he could say a word, he saw the strange old man standing next to the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, slapped him casually in his expression.

"Bang!"

Just by hearing a "bang", I saw that the powerful man in the sixth level of the realm of the Taoist Sect was actually photographed into a pool of meat paste. The civil officials and guards standing in the imperial garden couldn't help but take a breath.

An immortal master of the sixth level of life consciousness.

After being slapped into a pool of meat paste, how powerful is this old man who came out of the deep palace?

To solve these troubles, the mysterious and strange old man nodded to the Emperor of Tang, turned around and walked deep into the palace. In just a flash of effort, he disappeared in front of everyone. The Emperor of Tang, who was standing beside the Empress Changsun Qing, said respectfully: "Give me a great offering..."

Imperial Palace Imperial Garden.

As the great worshiper slapped the Taoist sect, the Immortal Master of the Sixth Heaven of the Realm, and returned to peace, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty waved his hand to the guards around him and said, "Let me clean my imperial garden..." The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty had just finished speaking, and thought of the Taoist sect's Immortal Master of the Sixth Heaven of the Realm. He said at the beginning that the Taoist sect arranged two steps to deal with himself, and even arranged three steps to deal with Zi Chen, his face changed slightly. He said to the several palace guards in front of him: "You guys, go out of the palace immediately to find the Divine Arrow Lord to pass on my oral orders, and let him go to the palace to see me immediately..."

"Yes, the emperor..."

Seeing several palace guards rushed out of the palace, looking at the ruins of the imperial garden, the Emperor of Tang slowly closed his eyes and murmured softly: "Daomen, you better pray that Chen'er is fine, otherwise, even if I have the strength of the whole country, I will razed you to the ground..."
Chapter completed!