This flood is not right!

Chapter 128 Mighty Appearance
After Yu Qing and Su Er disappeared, about ten breaths later, a figure quietly appeared here.

Seeing clearly the face of this phantom, it is indeed the real Huanglong!
With a gentle smile on his face, he looked at the direction Yu Qing was going away and shook his head lightly, he didn't say anything, but felt a little relieved.

He turned his gaze downwards, pondered for a while, and then waved lightly at the flat ground below.

There was no fluctuation of mana, and no other movements. Within a radius of [-] miles, time turned around, and countless creatures on the mountains and trees that were destroyed and obliterated by Kuxiang's last magical power recovered in an instant.

Before countless creatures could react from this change, a flash of spiritual light flashed in their true spirits, cutting off all the previous experiences, and they had no memory of Yu Qingsu'er and the bitter image.

Not only living beings with spirits, even the imprints left on the mountains and rocks were also cut off under this spiritual light.

"This cause and effect is still a bit heavy now!" Lightly clenched his fist, strands of inexplicable aura surged from hundreds of thousands of miles away, and instantly condensed into a bead in Huanglong's hands.

Quietly looking at this bead, it has all the scenes from Yu Qing and Su'er's arrival here to their final departure.

"Innate Spirit Treasure?" Browsing it with great interest, Huang Long was also a little surprised when he saw that Yu Qing personally refined the Innate Spirit Treasure-level Floating Cloud Flowing Waterfall Skirt.

"The stinky boy has a bit of luck!"

After reading it, Huang Long shook his head with a smile, and crushed the bead with a light pinch.

Strands of inexplicable breath floated out from among the broken beads and then dissipated in the sky and the earth.

The bead that contained the causal aura of Yu Qing and Su'er in this area was smashed by Huang Long, which meant that even if someone with a cultivation level similar to his came to investigate, nothing could be found.

Click!

The moment Huanglong crushed the beads, the space in front of him shattered, and a figure rushed out of the pitch-black void angrily.

"Huanglong!!"

With a roar, thousands of miles of space were completely shattered, countless lives were lost due to the shattering of spaces, but the next moment, thousands of miles of space returned to normal, and the dead creatures also recovered. Destruction and rebirth are only a matter of thought.

"After so many years, Fellow Daoist Fakong is still so impatient!"

The space was shattered and reborn, but Huanglong's foothold within three feet did not affect him at all. He glanced at the terrifying power that appeared in front of him and smiled faintly.

"Just now, the total number of living beings killed by your hands is twelve trillion nine thousand seven hundred and eighty-four thousand eight hundred and thirty-sixty-eight thousand five hundred and sixty.

"According to the rules set by your master, fellow Daoist Fakong is probably going to chant sutras for 12 yuan, right?"

"How did the poor do you?"

He is eight feet one inch tall, with long hair and shawls, and a face like a crown jade. There are countless white lotus patterns flowing on the jade white Taoist robe, and the skin of the whole body is ivory yellow with a warm color.

Standing in front of Huanglong, a pair of bright eyes seemed to open up the heavens and the earth, and the stars and stars appeared in rotation. He squinted at Huanglong who had a gloating smile in front of him, and Fakong snorted softly and stretched out his hand in front of him.

It's a pity that there was no movement at all, only a jade-white spiritual light flashed away.

"Pin Dao's disciple fell here, Fellow Daoist Huanglong, you have to give Ping Dao an explanation!"

There is no causal breath, and even the true spirit of the bitter elephant has already been swallowed by reincarnation without leaving any information.

Scattering the only aura in his hand, Fakong nodded slightly towards Huanglong.

"Explanation? Did you ask Pindao to give you an explanation?" Huang Long raised his eyebrows, pretending to be surprised, and asked Fa Kong back.

"nature!"

"If it wasn't for fellow daoist who intervened just now, the poor daoist would have already wiped out the evil barrier that killed my disciple, and now there is no cause and effect in this place. Didn't fellow daoist give the explanation or who?"

Looking at Huanglong in front of him as a matter of course, Fakong looked calm and didn't care about the death of the bitter elephant.

And just as he said, if Huang Long hadn't stopped his shout and stopped his footsteps for a short time, the person who killed the bitter elephant would have been easily wiped out by him, and then followed the cause and effect. Kill the elder and younger of his sect.

"Fellow Daoist doesn't agree with what Pundao said. Naturally, Pandao doesn't have anything to say to Fellow Daoist." Laughing twice, he shook his head at Fakong.

"Then it seems that Fellow Daoist wants to do one?"

Hearing this, Fakong narrowed his eyes slightly, and the space around him was instantly annihilated, as if he was in nothingness.

"Did you do it? Dozens of kalpas have not been done. I am afraid that fellow Taoists have forgotten the taste of a poor sword?" Seeing Fakong like this, Huang Long sneered, and a four-foot odd-shaped long sword was held in his hand. out of the toilet.

With a wave of his hand, countless sword qi burst out as if to destroy everything, and even a few sword qi seem to have undoubtedly entered the black nothingness around Fakong's body.

"Fellow Daoist's demon-slaying sword is really sharp. If you are poor, you would not dare to do it casually." Seeing the strangely shaped long sword in Huanglong's hand that looks like a real dragon, even Fakong is also a powerful man who once ran wild in the prehistoric land. I couldn't help but narrow my eyes.

"Unfortunately, Fellow Daoist is just distracted now, and even this Demon Slaying Sword is nothing more than a condensed sword intent, and the poor Daoist is not afraid."

"I also invite a few senior brothers to show up and suppress the distraction of Fellow Daoist Huanglong together!"

Shaking his head towards Huanglong, he revealed a tricky smile and said softly.

As soon as the words fell, three figures appeared out of nowhere around him. As soon as they appeared, the three nodded to him indifferently.

"Fellow Daoist Huanglong, the poor are being polite!"

"Faxiang, Mingxing, Mingxin, the three friends have not seen each other for a long time!"

After sizing up the three of them, Huang Long's face became a little more serious, he nodded to the three of them, and then looked at the chuckling Fakong again.

"It seems that Fellow Daoist didn't come here in a hurry, is this a cover specially set up for the poor Daoist?"

"Yes and no!" They, as the great powers in the prehistoric world, naturally would not fight at the slightest disagreement, which would be a bit too shameless.

"Pindao realized that the distant shot after the Kuxiang disciple's fall was stopped by fellow Taoists, so I immediately contacted the three senior brothers."

"Wait until the second shot was blocked by a fellow daoist, and the three senior brothers have already joined the poor daoist."

"The fall of the bitter elephant disciple is only a trivial matter, but this incident has attracted the action of fellow Taoist Huanglong. This is what Pindao and the three senior brothers are concerned about."

"Tsk, so it seems that Pindao has smashed his feet!" Frowning slightly, Huang Long looked at the four people around him, and Huang Long shook his head involuntarily.

Yu Qing beheaded the bitter elephant to attract Fakong's distant attack, so he had to take action. Although the cause and effect were erased, it seemed to affect the cause and effect in himself?

I am just a distraction, although the four of Fakong are also just a distraction, but it is a four-on-one scene after all.

(End of this chapter)