Prehistoric: The opening crit is infinitely multiplied

Chapter 67 The battle is imminent!
Daoist Ran Deng's deep eyes pierced through the void, looked straight at Liu Ming, and asked in disbelief: "Liu Ming, are you sure you'll stand by and watch as long as the poor Taoist doesn't interfere?"

These words are not only unbelieving in Ran Deng's heart, but also full of doubts in the heart of explaining and teaching the Twelve Golden Immortals.

After all, in the eyes of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao, as long as Liu Ming doesn't make a move, just by intercepting and teaching these people, isn't it a hammer?

Especially Ran Deng, who was still hesitating in his heart on how to hold Liu Ming, but now it seems that he was a little overwhelmed.

But at this time, Liu Ming showed a sly smile, stared at Ran Deng and said: "Daoist Ran Deng, your glazed lamp and Qiankun ruler are in the hands of the poor Taoist, if you want to take them back, the poor Taoist does not mind sharing with you." Learn from each other!"

"Uh……!"

Ran Deng rolled his eyes, and muttered in his heart: "I'm competing with you, this is nothing to do, looking for a beating?"

"Not to mention anything else, Liu Ming can fight against himself with only physical strength, which is comparable. If he makes a full-out attack, Ran Deng doesn't think he has any hope of winning!"

"If you don't make a move, you will lose two top-grade innate magic weapons. If you do it, I'm afraid you won't be able to get the spirit treasure back, and you will be beaten up!"

Liu Ming wanted to fool Ran Deng into making a move, but he didn't know that Ran Deng didn't even have the courage to face Liu Ming.

at this time.

Outside the Biyou Palace.

The Twelve Golden Immortals who explained and taught, and the tens of thousands of disciples who intercepted and taught, confronted each other with big eyes and small eyes.

Taoist Duobao came over worried, and asked in a low voice: "Elder brother, the twelve golden immortals in the teaching are all in the realm of the Taiyi Golden Immortals. On the other hand, when we cut off the teaching, there are less than ten Taiyi Golden Immortals. How to fight?"

"What's more, every one of the Twelve Golden Immortals has more or less top-grade innate spirit treasures in their hands. If we fight against each other, I'm afraid we will suffer a lot by cutting off the church!"

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, the Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit, and the Holy Mother of Wudang also came over at this time, with a look of worry in their eyes, and asked: "Brother, how should we fight this battle?"

"When you spoke like that just now, didn't you just teach the Twelve Golden Immortals in vain?"

Liu Ming looked at Taoist Duobao and the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit who were worried, and said with a faint smile: "You don't need to worry, since the poor Taoist dares to say such words, he will definitely not let you suffer!"

"Oh? Eldest brother, do you have any plans left behind?" Taoist Duobao asked a little puzzled.

"Uh……!"

Liu Ming rolled his eyes and said, "That's not true!"

"Then...then how should we fight?"

"You can't just sit back and watch the interceptors get beaten passively, can you?"

The Holy Mother of Wudang muttered with some displeasure in her heart.

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit and the Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit also showed disappointment in their eyes.

They thought that Liu Ming had some special means in place, but they never thought that there was nothing.

Isn't this teaching to the pit of death?

Seeing the rather disappointed Golden Spirit Virgin and Turtle Spirit Virgin in front of him, Liu Ming smiled lightly and said, "What are you afraid of? Although the poor can't make a move, there is no rule that you can't borrow your magic weapon!"

After saying that, I saw Liu Ming wave his sleeve robe, and in an instant, a stream of light flashed, and it went straight towards Taoist Duobao's eyebrows.

"Huh? Senior brother, what kind of magic weapon is this?"

Daoist Duobao glanced at the Luobao money in his body, and then wondered: "Brother, this is just a low-grade innate magic weapon, facing the top-grade innate magic weapon in the hands of the Twelve Golden Immortals, isn't this asking for death? "

Seeing this, Liu Ming hated iron for being weak, and punched Daoist Duobao violently on the head, scolding: "I don't know that this is a low-grade innate magic weapon?"

"This is Luobao money. Although the grade is a little lower, it is just a low-grade innate magic weapon, but its function is not comparable to even the best innate magic weapon!"

"In a while, as long as you release this thing when you are fighting, let alone the best innate magic weapon, even the innate treasure can be directly knocked down!"

"This time, your task is to snatch the magic weapon from the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao!"

"Without Pindao's attack, let's see what Yuanshi Tianzun has to say this time!"

Hearing this, the Holy Mother of Wudang smiled and said, "I knew that Elder Brother would not abandon the teaching!"

"However, is this falling treasure money really so powerful?"

"A mere low-grade innate magic weapon, how can you defeat the best innate magic weapon?"

see this scene.

Liu Ming said impatiently: "Okay, okay, you just need to do what Pindao said!"

"Junior Brother Duobao, you have to remember, when the magic weapon of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao is knocked down, you must collect it quickly!"

"Eldest brother, don't worry, junior brother will go down and arrange a few people to be responsible for collecting the treasures of the Twelve Golden Immortals!"

"Well, that's great!"

Taoist Duobao bid farewell to Liu Ming, turned around and walked towards the disciples of the Jiejiao sect, striding over.

Seeing this, Liu Ming waved his hands towards the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit and the Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit, signaling them to go down and get ready to fight!

For a while, Biyou outside the palace, explaining and stopping teaching, stood opposite each other.

Daoist Duobao looked at Guang Chengzi who was not far away, and said calmly: "Junior sisters, the battle for a while must be settled quickly!"

"Otherwise, it will change later!"

"Understood, senior brother!" The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit and the Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit nodded one after another, and said with serious eyes.

Compared with the disciples of the Twelve Golden Immortals and the Jiejiao disciples, Liu Ming stood leisurely in the void, and invited Taoist Randeng, the vice-master of Chanjiao, "Fellow Daoist Randeng, if you have nothing to do when you are free, why don't we cook?" How about tea talk?"

"By the way, let's take a look. Are you better at explaining the teachings, or are you better at intercepting the teachings?"

Ran Deng glanced at Liu Ming, and thought to himself: "What kind of tricks does Liu Ming want to do?"

"Could it be that he is so confident that the Twelve Golden Immortals are not the opponents of Jiejiao?"

Just as Ran Deng was thinking in his heart, Liu Ming narrowed his eyes and said: "What? Is it possible that Taoist Ran Deng is afraid that the poor Taoist will poison the tea?"

If it wasn't for the different camps, Liu Ming would still admire Taoist Ran Deng from the bottom of his heart.

After all, looking at the prehistoric world, I really can't find anyone who can be as flexible as the Taoist burning lamp.

At the beginning, Ran Deng and San Qing were the three thousand disciples of the Zixiao Palace who listened to the sermon.

But in the end, due to insufficient opportunities, he was unable to break through the quasi-sage, so he joined Yuanshi Tianzun's sect.

In the prehistoric continent, who can reach the realm of the Da Luo Jinxian, who does not have his own pride in his heart.

But even so, Ran Deng still chose to let go of the arrogance in his heart, willing to become the disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun.

"Since Fellow Daoist Liu Ming invited you, why should the poor be afraid!" Ran Deng raised his head, stared at Liu Ming, and immediately raised his feet, walking towards the opposite side of Liu Ming.

"That's right, Fellow Daoist Ran Deng, why don't you come and taste the tea of ​​Pindao!"

Liu Ming sat cross-legged from the void, and pushed a cup of tea towards the burning lamp.

At the same time, the magic power of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao was so strong that Guang Chengzi yelled, "Duobao, die for the poor!"

"Hmph, just relying on you, the defeated general is also worthy?"

(End of this chapter)