Chapter 1413 White Dragon Holy Sword

"How is it? Are you two satisfied with my formation?" Pei Junlin chuckled, looking only at the two saint-level powerhouses.

Although these two saint-level powerhouses are just a phantom, the powerful aura around him is still hard for Pei Junlin to look at. Standing next to these two saint-level powerhouses, Pei Junlin is like an ant facing two people. elephant.

But at this time, Pei Junlin's expression was neither humble nor overbearing, without any sign of stage fright. And the eyes of these two great saint-level powerhouses looking at Pei Junlin are a bit strange, and there is even a trace of fear hidden in them.

The formation laid down by Pei Junlin was enough to strangle their deities. At this time, they had already treated Pei Junlin as a master of the same generation, without the slightest contempt before.

After the two saint-level avatars left, Long Xingyun came over and patted Pei Junlin on the shoulder, and said with admiration: "Brother Pei, I really accepted this formation, and I can really kill it 100% Ma Baishan? This old man has made me hate her for a long time, if I can see him die with my own eyes, I will be happier than doing anything else."

Pei Junlin nodded and did not hide the power of this formation, but looked at it with some worry? Long Xingyun said: "Now that the formation is in place, the most important thing is how to trick the deity of Ma Baishan into the formation , You must know that a saint-level powerhouse will not appear easily."

On the contrary, Long Xingyun seemed very confident in this point. He snapped his fingers towards Pei Junlin, signaling Pei Junlin to follow him.

The two came to the White Dragon Temple, which was the palace of the great emperor back then. When Pei Junlin came to the palace, he saw a sword hanging on the plaque, and the sword was suspended there without any silk thread.

Mr. Long Xingyun knelt on the ground and prayed for a while, and then a drop of blood flew out from his middle finger, which happened to land on the sword. Pei Junlin only heard the sound of dragons and cranes in his ears, and then a dazzling sword light shot into the sky In an instant, the entire Bailong Sage Emperor boiled.

"White Dragon Sacred Sword! The young master invited the White Dragon Sacred Sword. Is there something big going to happen in the White Dragon Sacred Land?" There were discussions everywhere in the White Dragon Sacred Land, and countless people looked up at the sky.

Flying the White Dragon Sacred Sword over the entire White Dragon Sacred Land, exuding an astonishing killing intent, among them was a huge white dragon roaring continuously.

"The white dragon is here, see you saint. The White Dragon Sacred Sword is the token of the White Dragon Sacred Land back then, and the impetuousness is just like the White Dragon Sacred Land's own visit. Once the ten swords are released, it means that something big has happened in the entire White Dragon Sacred Land. Everyone should come to pay homage at the first time." There was a lot of discussion in the whole Bailong Holy Land, but some old people knew the reason.

Pei Junlin, on the other hand, listened to all the arguments of these people, and knew the meaning of the White Dragon Sacred Sword.

This White Dragon Temple is actually equivalent to the scepter of the White Dragon Holy Land, or the jade seal of the whole country. As long as you can have the White Dragon Holy Sword, you will have the supreme power of the White Dragon Holy Emperor, so this White Dragon Temple is very important. It should be something to salivate at in Mabai Mountain.

At this moment, Long Xingyun invited out the White Dragon Sacred Sword, and Pei Junlin instantly thought of the reason. Long Xingyun wanted to use this thing to draw out Ma Baishan's true self.

This is quite like playing with fire well, and successfully killed Ma Baishan. If he failed, let Ma Baishan get the White Dragon Sacred Sword. I am afraid that the entire holy land will not be peaceful now.

Sure enough, breaths shot up into the sky, and he came to the hall in an instant. Ma Baishan was the first to wear a cloak. The real deity was younger than those clones, only about forty years old.

"Young master, don't dare to act rashly with this White Dragon Sacred Sword. What do you mean by moving the White Dragon Sacred Temple casually?" Ma Baishan seemed to have gotten carried away, and even forgot his identity and began to scold Long Xingyun directly.

Long Xingyun looked like he was being educated humbly. After listening to Ma Baishan's reprimand, he put on a slight smile on his face and said respectfully: "Grandpa, you are my grandfather now. I am married to Qian'er." Afterwards, you will be my elder, and I am considering entrusting this White Dragon Sacred Sword to you for safekeeping."

Long Xingyun's expressive and emotional performance stunned Pei Junlin. This kid's acting skills were flawless, and his eyes and movements reached the level of an actor.

To say that a saint-level powerhouse like Ma Baishan is powerful enough to understand people's hearts, and he can even control the number of days. But it happened that Ma Baishan was in a state of confusion when he heard the word Bailong Sacred Sword, and he had lost his usual keen sense of touch.

Anyone can see that this Long Xingyun is performing clumsily, but Ma Baishan is injured. His eyes are shining, his body is like a puppet, and he walks towards Long Xingyun step by step, even polite and refused. forgotten.

Pei Junlin let out a slight sigh, only Ma Baishan walked ten steps forward, then the life of this saint-level powerhouse is basically over, even killing a saint-level powerhouse Pei Junlin himself I have never had such an experience before, this is a historic moment, and even Pei Junlin can hardly keep calm at this time.

And precisely at this moment, Ma Baishan stopped, and seemed to have regained his composure. He looked at Long Xingyun and asked in disbelief: "Little master, are you sure? This White Dragon Sacred Sword is really going to be handed over." Give it to me? What did the queen say?"

What made Ma Baishan sober up was not any mistakes in Long Xingyun's clumsy performance, but the pressure from Nayelu Jinzhu's side, which made Ma Baishan regain his composure a little.

"Our two families are already in-laws, and I'm already your grandson-in-law. As for Yelu Jinzhu, I have a sworn feud with him. He couldn't get rid of my father's death back then." Long Xingyun He spoke out his inner guess at once.

The Bailong Holy Land is now without a leader, and the entire Holy Land is now ups and downs. Although this matter is a well-known secret, few people dare to speak out in public. , broke.

Many people who didn't know why even thought that Long Xingyun was going to completely fall to Ma Baishan's side at this time, which also made these dark forces of the White Dragon Sacred Emperor struggle and be surprised.

The handover of power means precarious changes, and every change means the death of someone. At this time, it is reasonable for the large and small forces in Bailong Holy Land to feel uneasy.

But at this moment, Ma Baishan walked forward step by step, as if in a daze. The moment he took the tenth step, Ma Baishan suddenly felt a warning sign, but it was too late at this moment.

Pei Junlin seized this momentary opportunity and launched Dazheng. The rumbling sound came from the sky. Everyone could only see the roof of the hall being overturned instantly, and an astonishing ray of light descended from the sky. This beam of light was extremely thick, implying that Colorful lights, even the sound of dragons and tigers roaring.

The figure of Ma Baishan was a saint-level powerhouse who roared up to the sky the moment he realized the danger, his white hair stood on end, and the strong wind swept his palms, and he suddenly threw them to the sky, unexpectedly blocking the killing intent.

"Zhuzi dared to harm me, and I will kill you all when I get out of trouble." Ma Baishan roared, and the killing intent emanating from him instantly made even Pei Junlin feel that his body was about to split open.

The entire hall instantly became a mess, and the forces of all parties began to calculate frantically, whether they should stand in line or not.

This move is obviously that Long Xingyun used means to kill Ma Boshan, but none of the people present thought that Ma Baishan would die. A strong man at the saint level is almost immortal, and his skills are so easy to be killed .

There was a kind of playfulness in everyone's eyes, no one thought it was true, and some people even started to sympathize with Long Xingyun. Once Nama Baishan got out of trouble, one can imagine what would happen to Long Xingyun.

At this moment, two saint-level powerhouses descended from the sky, hidden in two extremely strong rays of light, suspended there like a space-time roulette, and the whole scene was immediately silent.

"To kill Ma Baishan today, all of you, go to Ma's house and wipe out all 18,239 people in Majia, so that no one can survive." Two saint-level powerhouses issued orders respectively.

But the saint-level powerhouse made a move, and those powerhouses of the White Dragon Holy Land who were like headless chickens suddenly had a backbone at this moment, and suddenly felt that all this was not a ridiculous joke, but might become a reality.

These people looked at Ma Baishan in the formation with some suspicion. At this time, everyone gradually realized that Ma Baishan was a bit difficult to support, and outside the formation, a young man who was completely unfamiliar to them was running the formation crazily Law.

This can't help but arouse the curiosity of these people, what is it that a young man can control the formation to kill Ma Baishan.

It's just that Pei Junlin, who is dressed in white, is like the ultimate wise man in this world, holding a large roulette in his hand. And this roulette is divided into thirty-three circles and thirty-three circles inside and outside, and each circle is engraved with obscure rune scales, and Pei Junlin keeps turning the circles on the top one after another, constantly turning these runes Disrupted and reorganized, combined into various formations.

Pei Junlin's hand speed was so fast that it was dizzying to see, but if he didn't form a combination, there would be a strong fluctuation in the formation.

"Who the hell is this person? Could it be that a mere little cultivator at the level of a true king, the master of formation, dares to preside over the killing of a saint? Is he crazy?" Some people were still hesitating, not daring to carry out the order.

After all, no one would dare to touch his family if he had not seen Ma Baishan subdue the law with his own eyes. Once Ma Baishan was rescued, the revenge would be turbulent.