Taoist chanting

Chapter 882

"Give it to the old man?"

The black-robed old man laughed angrily, and said, "Fang Bailan, did you not wake up or did you lose your head? If you say you admit defeat, you admit defeat, and you treat us all like monkeys? You can ask the brothers behind me first, Do they agree?"

From the group of monks more than ten miles away behind the old man, shouts of "disagree" and "competition" erupted.

The sound waves are rolling, one after another, most of them are watching the excitement and don't think it's a big deal.

Several fifth-level masters kept their identities reserved, and laughed with a small number of fourth-level monks beside them and did not participate.

They witnessed the power of Fang Bailan's sword back then, and they still have lingering fears in their hearts. Besides, the other three continental alliances made big gestures. Before the situation is uncertain, it is the best policy to protect oneself wisely, and some muddy water can drown people.

After calculating for a while, You Mengchang suddenly sent a voice transmission to Zhao Zhu'er who was more than ten miles away.

Fang Bailan put her right hand into her left sleeve, lifted the sleeve, and said slowly: "There is a way to heaven, you don't go, and there is no way to hell, you rush in. Why is Qiuyou so persistent in begging for death!"

The voice is not high, but it has a strange deterrent effect.

In an instant, the noisy and hustle and bustle became quiet, as if even the air was frozen.

The goatee old man's expression became serious, but he still didn't raise his aura. He drew his sword out of its sheath with a "clang" sound, and squinted his old eyes to stare at the woman who drew the sword from the flesh and blood of her arm ten miles away.

On the sea, the rough sound of "chi chi" made by the woman drawing her sword and rubbing against the bone made everyone feel thrilled.

Inexplicably oppressive like the power of the sky, forcing those with weaker cultivation base to dry mouth and tongue, unconsciously retreating to a distance.

Fang Bailan finally pulled out the blood-thin blade, and she took the time to wipe the edge of the sword with her finger, leaving a wisp of strange water vapor on the blade, and the ruler-long dagger shone bright red like blood in the sunlight.

Xinshou waved his sword and slashed forward, the world was silent.

Zhao Zhu'er, who was wearing a veiled hat, folded his hands together and made sword fingers, and slashed forward with the same movement.

Thirty miles away, a burly man's face changed drastically. His mind and soul were all locked by the sword. He let out an annoyed roar, and his aura rose instantly. He no longer cared about hiding his identity. Appearing from behind him, the animal shadow grabbed a huge fuzzy seal to face the direction of the sword light that Li Xiao slashed down from the sky.

While the sword was still gaining momentum, the burly man spurted three mouthfuls of blood into the air, the blood soaring into the sky,

The legs and feet of the monks watching the excitement nearby were weak. They didn't expect such an accident, and they fled in embarrassment one by one. The bloody head almost made them face the disaster of the fish.

"Donkey day, it really is using a puppet as a cover to draw out Fang Daoyou's sword. It's so fucking insidious, pretending to be more like an actor, I'm yuck!"

Lu Zijin muttered cursing.

Even if old man You refused to accept it, that old man proposed to admit defeat from the very beginning, and tricked old man Qiu's hiding place out of subtleties. I don't know if it was a blind cat who caught a dead mouse or guessed it in advance?
Zhang Wenfeng was ten miles away this time, and it was not the first time he felt the palpitation of Fang Bailan's sword up close. He glanced at Lu Zijin, okay, I'm doing things without telling him, the boss, and wait to put on the shoes.

Lu Zijin hurriedly pretended to have an innocent and honest look in his eyes, no wonder he, it was Old Man You who said that these intrigues and dirty calculations will not pollute the audience, and the audience will be a decent Taoist priest with no stains in the future, as long as the result is not Poor, the viewer will not be offended.

You go to old man You to settle the score, don't stare at me, I'm a little donkey and I can't take the blame.

The sword light whizzed down, and the aura of heaven and earth was pulled and rolled, and the wind and clouds surged, stretching for dozens of miles.

The goatee-bearded old man in the middle who was suppressed at a loss was the first to be affected by the sword light, and was blown into countless pieces of flesh and blood, splashing into the sinking sea.

"Boom", the sea water sank in that area for several miles, and the violent wind swept across. Countless monks who had not had time to escape had blood from their mouths and noses, their souls were injured, their eyes turned black and fell to the sea. They are affected.

The real Old Monster Qiu looked at the shadow of the beast, the ancient seal, and the treasures he threw out one after another under the light of the sword, and roared, "Go to hell!"

He had calculated thousands of times, but he didn't calculate that Fang Bailan could see through his real body at a glance, what a ghost.

He vaguely guessed that Fang Bailan had also advanced to the sixth level, but he deliberately concealed it and didn't say it to the public. This kind of attack was too powerful, even surpassing his full-strength attack at the sixth level. It was too damn strong for no reason. ah.

Before the sword light reached his body, his whole body instantly exploded into bloody mist.

Jian Guang was sharp and domineering, and most of the blood mist evaporated without a trace.

Two spots of blood suddenly flashed in the air, hitting the chests of the two women who were doing their best to split swords.

"Bang" and "bang", flames rose from Zhao Zhu'er's body, a transparent tortoise shell spun to block the bloody light that passed through the flames and weakened to a thin line, and the flames burned up the bloody light.

Huge force hit her body from the turtle shell, Zhao Zhuer flew backwards, the sword with all her strength could not fully exert its remaining power, the force of the two joined forces collapsed, Fang Bailan was covered in a cloud of peach blossom pink, and rolled backwards almost at the same time fly back.

It is no small matter for a sixth-order cultivator to strike desperately at the opportunity.

Fortunately, the spirit and soul between her and Yi Huai have merged by [-]%, and they can use the power left by Master Mo Ye far beyond before.

Lu Zijin heard old man You's voice transmission, "Hurry up, cut the weeds and roots, and leave no trouble."

At the same time that Zhao Zhuer and Fang Bailan were attacked, Luzi evolved into a thunderbolt and rushed to the opposite side of the chaos like a thunderbolt. Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, there was old man You, a monster, who wanted to use the blood witch secret method to escape. Doomed.

Zhang Wenfeng and Yang Shuilan rushed forward to block the two women who were staggering and steady, preventing anyone from taking the opportunity to make random sneak attacks.

There was a transparent hole left on Fang Bailan's chest, back, and back, blood color spread rapidly, and was immediately covered by the pink peach blossom miasma on Fang Bailan's body, and the whole person was hidden.

Zhao Zhu'er lifted up her veil, revealing a pretty face of happiness and anger, and whispered to Yang Shuilan who was protecting her.

"It wasn't big at first, but now it's flattened."

Yang Shuilan was stunned for a moment before she understood, she tapped her finger on the naughty girl with a smile, and asked with concern: "Quickly check, there are no witch curses or dark wounds left?" She was very afraid of the blood witch's methods , let alone a sixth-order desperate blow.

Zhao Zhu'er played with the small tortoise shell, glanced at Lu Zijin, who was about [-] miles away, who was showing great power and pouring thunderstorms in a large area, inspected his body for a while, and said with a smile: "It's not hurt, the two treasures blocked it for me."

And Fang Bailan didn't worry even if he was cursed by the witch, and he didn't care about these things because he was a lost body.

Zhang Wenfeng pretended not to understand Junior Sister Zhu'er's crazy words, and turned to look at the scene opposite. Except for the monks who were injured and fell into the sea, the other fifth- and fourth-level monks had already fled dozens or even hundreds of miles away.

Soon, Lu Zijin came back again, holding a few items in his hands, and a cloud of black mist fell from Lu Zijin's shoulders, turning into the appearance of old man You.

"Destroy the old man's remnant soul."

"That's it."

Hearing Lu Zijin and You Mengchang's voice transmissions respectively, Zhang Wenfeng nodded slightly, he understood what You Lao meant, to prevent him from being contaminated with the karma this time, Lu Zijin was enough to clean up the situation.

There is no shortage of talents in Xianlingguan.

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(End of this chapter)