Text Chapter 921 The True Form of the Old Poison

Ou Zhengfeng raised his head and looked at the dark clouds above his head. The moment he raised his head, a black light shot down from the dark clouds and then passed through his body. The protective energy in his body was unable to block the black light. Not a cent!

Obviously, this black light transcends the existence of Gang Qi!

Ou Zhengfeng moved his eyes with difficulty, and then he saw a majestic figure appearing in front of Qin Lang. The figure had its back to him, and seemed to disdain to fight him head-on. Ou Zhengfeng opened his mouth to say something, but just as he opened his mouth In an instant, his whole body exploded!

Boom!

The huge explosion almost pushed away the dark clouds in the sky.

At the moment of the explosion, several people who besieged Wang Yinjia and Wei Han also became dead, and Qin Lang's parents had been rescued by a poisonous slave of the old poisonous man. The cultivation level of this poisonous slave was even higher than that of Wang Yinjia. .

The group is destroyed! Group seconds!

As soon as the old poisonous man took action, Ou Zhengfeng and others were killed. This may be the tragic end of their attempt to challenge a master-level master. Even before Qin Lang had time to see how powerful Ou Zhengfeng was in the Heaven-Tong Heaven Realm, this guy was instantly killed by the old poisonous creature.

Qin Lang knows that this is the real power of the old poison!

Looking at the old poison in front of him, Qin Lang felt that it was really strange and familiar.

Because at this time, the old poisonous man is no longer the wretched old man, but a powerful and domineering peerless sect leader! Martial arts overlord! At this time, the old poisonous man was shirtless and wearing a tattered gray kung fu suit with many holes on it, which seemed to be caused by the infuriating energy. He had a straw rope tied around his waist and no shoes on his feet. , the parts of the body that are not covered by clothes are all black muscles as strong as steel, which seem to contain amazing explosive power. Even the old white beard, now every one looks energetic, like the tip of the Zhang Er Overlord Spear. of red tassel.

In Qin Lang's mind, this may be the true face of the old poison - the invincible martial arts overlord!

Even the peerless demon body that Qin Lang has practiced in the Demon Sect is not as good as the old poison's body at this time. It seems that every muscle, every meridian, and every bone in the old poison's body has accumulated enough strength. At this time, he has no A little old lady, what makes people feel is strength in addition to strength!

Behind the old poison, you can see a tall shadow covered in black air, like a demon, releasing boundless spiritual pressure. Qin Lang knew that this was the martial spirit of the old poison!

Completely different from Wu Minghou's martial spirit which was like a golden god of war, Lao Poison's martial spirit was like a demon god, releasing the aura of despair and cruel killing.

So fierce!

It’s so fierce!

Qin Lang couldn't help but sigh. The strength displayed by the old poison at this time was too strong. Even Ou Zhengfeng, who was in the Tongtian realm, was instantly killed by the old poison.

Now, how far has the old poison’s true strength reached? He must have reached the highest martial soul realm of Wu Xuan, or even higher? Maybe he has already entered the legendary level of martial saint.

After sighing, Qin Lang suddenly calmed down, because he found that the old poisonous man did not relax at all, but showed a vigilant posture, as if facing a powerful enemy!

And a big enemy?

Qin Lang had just had this idea in his mind when he suddenly heard a sinister voice: "Pang Yuanping, you're fine! Hehe... I finally lured you out, this old guy!"

A one-eyed Taoist suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain. Qin Lang could hardly see how the one-eyed Taoist appeared. Moreover, as soon as the one-eyed Taoist appeared, he was full of resentment, "Why, you don't recognize Pindao anymore? Pindao owes you all his eyes!"

"Is it you? Bai Qianqiu!" Old Poison seemed to have thought of this person.

"That's right! But now I'm called Master Qianqiu!" Bai Qianqiu snorted coldly.

"Master Qianqiu!" Qin Lang suddenly remembered a person. This person was the original owner of Fat Tiger, and he might also be the builder of the Feng Shui formation in Shiliyu, Autonomous Prefecture.

"Oh, are you the Master Qianqiu?" Old Poison said in a disdainful tone, "The spiritual stone you left in the Tibetan and Qiang Autonomous Prefecture was taken away by my apprentice. Why do you want revenge?"

"Haha!~" Master Qianqiu laughed wildly, "You old guy, I have wasted so much effort, do you think it was just for those spirit stones? To be honest, I really just wanted to recover the spirit stones and kill this kid. But , who would have thought that by following the clues, I would find a big fish like you, I am really happy!"

"Don't be too happy too soon." Old Poison said coldly, "If it were just you, you would be dead within three moves!"

"Yes, your kung fu realm is better than mine! But in terms of calculation and planning, you are no match for me! Now that I have calculated that this big fish like you will show up, how could I not be prepared! I specially invited three old acquaintances to come See you - respectfully invite three holy monks!" Master Qianqiu seemed to have been prepared. As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Lang saw three old monks wearing gray monk robes slowly walking up to the top of the mountain.

And Qin Lang's mental power failed to sense the existence of these three people in advance!

It can be seen that the cultivation level of these three old monks is really unfathomable.

These three old monks looked like people who had been meditating for many years. Everyone was as skinny as a stick. But as the three people slowly walked over, their bodies began to "expand" continuously, and their muscles and body bones continued to grow stronger, just like a balloon inflating.

When these three people stayed in front of Qin Lang and Lao Poison, these three people were already as burly as Lao Poison. There is no doubt that the three old monks and the old poison are definitely people of the same level!

"Tian Zang, Ksitigarbha, and Ru Zang, are you all fine?" Facing a powerful enemy, Old Poison showed no fear at all.

"Thank you very much for your concern, Sect Master Pang. The three of you are doing very well. Sect Master Pang, on the other hand, has been hiding in Tibet for these years. I'm afraid he's not living a good life." Monk Tianzang said calmly.

"I'm not bad. Look, I've also taken on a disciple. He's got good qualifications, right?" Old Poison chuckled.

"The qualifications of the disciples are extremely high, and they are definitely not something in the pool. However, as a descendant of the Poison Sect, naturally he cannot walk in the world. Forget it, Sect Leader Pang, just take your disciples and Lao Na away. As long as your master The two disciples will never leave the gate of the Buddhist sect in their entire lives, and I promise that nothing will happen to you." Monk Tianzang said to the old poisonous man, clearly intending to imprison Qin Lang master and disciple for life.

"I know very well what you three old bald donkeys are planning. However, our Poison Sect is a large sect after all. How can we live in the Buddha Sect and become your puppets to show off your strength and achievements?" Old Poison sneered. .