1054. Fellow Taoist, Your Sister

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At first it was just a flash of lightning, but in the next moment, the sky instantly became dark, and the lead layer of lavender thunderclouds covered the sky. Purple lightning flashed in the thunderclouds, appearing and disappearing, like a dragon probing its claws. Between heaven and earth, there is a faint purple halo, dim and mysterious.

Everyone in Dongxing Village saw this scene.

The strange weather changes suddenly made everyone look up to the sky, with shock, confusion, and a trace of fear in their eyes.

"Lei Dao Zushan, this is... Lei Zu?

Qingniu Taoist, the first general of the Dao Palace who was ordered to live temporarily in Dongxing Village, had a sudden change of expression and became extremely solemn.

He realized something.

"Woof? Are there any experts? Do you want to hide?"

The Samoyed's tail suddenly stood up.

The words have not yet finished.

boom!

Amidst the rolling thunder clouds, a giant hand appeared, like a giant hand of judgment stretched out by a god from the clouds. It was wrapped in wind and thunder and pressed down. With destructive power, the wind and thunder followed, covering the entire Dongxing Village. All shrouded in it.

At this moment, Qiang Qingniu Taoist also felt the approach of death.

This is the method of the martial arts emperor.

The old magician's eyes narrowed.

"This little bastard has caused quite a lot of trouble."

Strange pale golden runes appeared under his feet, lifting him up and flying towards the sky, actively facing the destructive giant hand of thunder and lightning lead clouds. At the same time, golden runes emerged from every corner of his body. Something like fish scales flew out of one of the pores, spinning and flying around the body, emitting a strange golden light, which hurriedly gathered together, and finally turned into a golden trident, soaring into the sky.

The golden light seemed like the rising sun breaking through the darkness before dawn.

boom!

The giant thunder hand shattered in front of the golden trident.

Broken together, there was also a sea of ​​purple thunder and lead clouds that filled the sky.

The blue sky reappeared in everyone's field of vision, and the warm sunshine shone on the earth again. The world that had lost its color suddenly became vivid and bright again at this moment, as if it was between life and death. conversion.

The figure of the old magic stick was suspended in the sky, standing majestically.

This wretched old man with yellow teeth on weekdays turned out to be extremely tall and burly at this moment. Many disciples of the Shushan Sword Sect were finally shocked to realize that this bad old man who usually played with dogs and chickens under the longevity tree turned out to be like this. powerful.

Qingniu Taoist also showed strange eyes.

He had vaguely heard about Lao Shengun's achievements in the Ziwei Star Territory, but he had not seen it with his own eyes. The lack of expert demeanor of Old Shengun these days made it difficult to compare him with a martial arts emperor. The strong bond together.

Until this moment, the old magic stick took action, and the power of the golden runes was flowing with the unmistakable aura of the emperor. It was a power that Taoist Qingniu had never seen before, and it was no more famous than the Taoist palace masters, sword masters, etc. he had seen before. The emperor's strength is low...what a mysterious martial arts emperor.

At this time, opposite the old magic stick, about a kilometer away, a middle-aged man in purple robe stood proudly, confronting him.

This is a face that seems unremarkable at first glance, but the more you look at it, the more you feel that this person contains an indescribable majesty. He is high above, like a god who controls the punishment of all living beings, as if the land under his feet, all living things, are under his feet. In front of him are like mayflies and grass, like tiny dust.

“Fellow Taoist, the Lord of Lei Dao Ancestral Mountain, I’m here to greet you.

The middle-aged man in purple robe spoke, his voice was rich and full of majesty.

The old magician grinned, showing his yellow teeth: "Fellow Taoist, your sister, get out of here."

A trace of astonishment flashed deep in the eyes of the middle-aged man in purple robes, as if he had never expected that a powerful man of the Imperial Dao who could keep pace with him would speak in such a vulgar way that he did not know what he said next. How should I go on?

"Are you going to go away?" The old magician's face was full of impatience.

Lei Zu, a middle-aged man in purple robes, smiled slightly and regained his composure completely. He was not angry and said calmly: "I came here today not to destroy Dongxing Village or to invite a fight. I just want to stop my fellow Taoist. Please give fellow Taoist some time."

The old magician said: "If you stop me, you will have to pay a price."

Lei Zu, a middle-aged man in purple robe, said: "Maybe I can afford this price."

The eyes of the old magic stick showed a light that was like the most dangerous water beast before hunting. He bowed slightly and said: "Maybe... you can't afford it."

The words fell.

boom!

He had already arrived in front of Lei Zu, a middle-aged man in purple robe, and punched out.

boom!

Lei Zu was directly blasted away, his body was torn apart in mid-air, exploded into pieces, and turned into lavender mist all over the sky.

"Instant kill?"

Taoist Qingniu's eyes twitched.

At this time——

"Good boxing skills."

Lei Zu's voice sounded in mid-air, lightning and lightning threads circulated, and the figure reunited.

He also punched out.

boom!

Two fists collide.

The figures of the old magic stick and Lei Zu paused, frozen in place, their fists touching each other, and for a moment time and space seemed to have stopped.

At this time, a vision appeared.

Behind the old magic stick, the sound of the surging waves of the sea sounded. In the faint, the phantom totems of thousands of sea beasts loomed, but they disappeared briefly, occupying half of the sky behind him, and behind Lei Zu, lightning The illusion of lightning, thunder, lead clouds, rolling thunder dragons, and twists and turns is also fleeting.

The terrifying power seemed to explode in an instant and destroy the world.

But in the next moment, all the illusions disappeared, and the terrifying power that was about to explode also dissipated. It was like a phantom or a spring dream that disappeared without a trace in an instant. There was a sudden sense of unreality.

The first exclamation came from Lei Zu's own mouth.

Then he flew backwards for a hundred meters before regaining his balance.

The second exclamation came from Taoist Qingniu's mouth.

Then the eyes of the No. 1 warrior in the Dao Palace erupted with unbelievable light of horror.

The entire chaotic world is extremely sure of one fact, that is, among all the enlightened martial arts emperors, Lei Zu, who has the power of close combat and practices the innate thunder technique, can definitely be ranked in the top three. Many martial arts emperors are good at this kind of fist. In the confrontation between flesh and blood, almost all of them were crushed.

But now, in the collision between Lei Zu and the old magic stick, he was at a disadvantage.

This...this yellow-toothed old man used runes before, and his golden trident shattered the giant lead cloud hand of thunder and lightning. Taoist Qingniu thought he was an emperor who had achieved enlightenment through runes, but now...well, his physical body is also so terrifying, Could it be that he was an emperor who achieved enlightenment through magic and martial arts?

Those who can become emperors from this genre are extremely terrifying beings.

Taoist Qingniu felt that many forces had to re-evaluate this foreign emperor.

At the same time, he also realized that there might be a problem on Li Mu's side.

The old magic stick obviously wanted to fight quickly and leave here to support Li Mu, but Lei Zu had no intention of competing with the old magic stick. He just wanted to contain the old magic stick here.

Realizing this, Taoist Qingniu didn't hesitate at all. His body turned into a stream of light and flew directly towards Huining City.

The teleportation formation that was originally built is now interfered with by the battle energy of the two emperors - especially Lei Zu's deliberate interference. It can no longer be used. With Qingniu Taoist's cultivation speed, it takes only one stick of incense to perform the teleportation formation with all his strength. Within a few days, we should be able to arrive at the military headquarters in Huining City.

However, when he was halfway through the flight, he had to stop.

A young man with long hair hanging casually on his shoulders, barefoot, white robe, and smiling, stood in front, blocking his way.

"Brother Qingniu, why are you in such a hurry?" The young man's tone was gentle and refreshing.

"Bai Rushuang?"

Taoist Qingniu's heart slowly sank.

Bai Rushuang, the head of the nine descendants of Lei Dao Zushan, is waiting for him here. This means that Lei Dao Zushan has taken every aspect into account this time and made no omissions. He wanted to support Li Mu in a short time. Guilty, it’s simply impossible.

"Moo!"

Without any unnecessary words, Taoist Qingniu punched directly, and the sound of the cow's mooing resounded throughout the world.

Daodao Samsara Fist!

On the face of the middle-aged man in white robe, who seemed to be smiling casually, a hint of excitement flashed deep in his eyes, and he turned into thunder and lightning and charged forward.

The first descendant of Lei Dao Zushan, the first general of Wuwei Dao Palace!

No one in the world knows, among the two holy places of the human race, who is the second person next to their respective holy masters, who is higher or lower, even they themselves don't know.

And today, will the winner finally be decided?

boom!

Terrible energy fluctuations exploded in the sky.

The void barrier is like glass fragments under the divine hammer, shattering like butterflies flying.

…

"Can you please teach me how to play chess?"

The Sword Master looked at the smiling old man in front of him and said, "I have never heard that the Lord of Qianyan Holy Land is obsessed with chess."

The old man has white hair, beard and eyebrows, and has a kind of immortal spirit. He said calmly: "The journey of seeking the Tao is endless. It is never too late to start the journey at any time."

The sword master said: "There is no chess game today."

The old man said: "It is better to choose a day than to hit it."

The Sword Master sighed and said, "Is this the choice of Qianyan Holy Land?"

The old man also sighed and said: "Zang Jianhai's choice is not a wise one."

The shadow of an unpretentious sword slowly emerged behind the Sword Master, gradually becoming clearer. The faint sword chant seemed to come from another space. In the surrounding air, wisps of illusory and real sword light burst out. .

"Please advise."

The sword master raised his hand.

If possible, he didn't want to fight with the human race's Holy Land Master.

The old man from Qianyan Holy Land turned his palms.

Three flames appeared in the palm of his hand, one white, one black, and one colorless.

…

…

Duang——!

A strange bell rang over Wuwei Mountain in Daogong without any warning.

The master of the Taoist Palace was using a small hoe to dig up the soil and plant vegetables on the ridges in the fenced courtyard. When he heard the bell, his expression suddenly changed.

In the sky, a monk wearing a golden cassock and holding a Kowloon golden Zen staff stood tall over the Wuwei Mountains. A Buddhist bell was suspended, and the 'Swastika' symbol was embossed on all sides.

The monk struck the Buddhist bell with the Kowloon gold Zen staff, and the bell sounded melodiously.

The master of the Dao Palace lowered his head and stretched out his fingers to count, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"Master Ruhui, is Huazang Temple also involved in such a turmoil?" The master of the Dao Palace raised his head and asked.

"Amitabha."

The monk's face was like white jade, glittering and translucent, his ears were hanging down from his shoulders, and there were twelve scars on his head. He had a solemn appearance. He did not answer, but struck the Buddhist bell with his Zen staff very rhythmically.

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