Chapter Seventy-Sixty-Four How Can It Not Be

Until the figure fell to the ground, he stabilized his figure again. Qingming was finally able to separate his mind and watch the scene above to see what had happened.

Then he sucked in a breath of cold air, and saw a huge silver-white dragon wrestling with the Xuanwu holy beast.

The momentum and prestige were faint, pressing down on Xuanwu.

Strength is not as good as Xuanwu, but the body can change between virtual and real.

Whenever Xuanwu strikes with a snake whip, the strength may not be as good. From reality to illusion, it is unscathed.

The dragon's head was biting Xuanwu's neck tightly, devouring the vitality and blood of this Dharma-protecting holy beast.

Even if a thick layer of ice had formed around Xuanwu's body at this moment, there was nothing he could do.

The neck has been injured first, and it is useless.

There is also a silver-white flame lingering, and as time goes by against the power of the mysterious ice, there has been a crackling sound at the neck, which is almost broken. In Xuanwu's tortoise eyes, a bit of fear and anxiety appeared.

"This is the Holy Beast of Protecting the Nation! It is also a divine rank!"

From the side, the voice of Beixuan Sanren came again, but the voice was hoarse, full of disbelief.

"This thing doesn't even have a big merchant! Qian Tianshan is a small country, how can there be such a thing?"

Qingming's face was also completely devoid of blood, as pale as paper.

At this moment, it's not just her and Beixuan, the tens of miles around the Tiantai is full of birds and birds, and needles can be heard.

Everyone, either bewildered, surprised, or puzzled, looked at the scene in the sky!

The chances of winning were already in his hands, how could such an accident happen? She also wants to know where this sacred beast of protecting the country came from!

Zong Shou still has such a hole card in his hand!

Protect the country holy beast! The sacred beasts of the Taoist sect are enshrined by hundreds of thousands of Taoist practitioners with pure thoughts. How did this holy beast protect the country take shape? How to sacrifice?

Looking back at this moment, when Xuanwu appeared, Zong Shou's expression was indeed weird, but it was only weird. At most, it only contained a bit of headache and annoyance, and it seemed that there was no fear at all—"Maybe it can help the beast to get out of trouble?"

That Xuanwu's situation is obviously not good - it has been restrained from the very beginning.

At this time, depending on the situation, it can still be supported, but it may not be able to last for a long time. If she dies here, then she Qingming is a sinner of the sect!

But as expected, he saw Beixuan shaking his head slightly.

"This dragon is in the early stage of the divine realm, and it is also a divine beast. Its combat power is tyrannical. I am waiting for a few people, but it is only the first entry into the fairyland. How can I get in? It is impossible to help. Besides, Zongshou, I am afraid Won't let me wait for my wish!"

Qingming turned his head, and saw Zong Shou, who was on the rooftop, was dealing with the calamity of Nine Lights. But there was already a silver flying knife, which floated into the air again and circled around him.

Before the announcement, all the monks above the spiritual realm felt terrified. The momentum was weaker by three points.

No one wants to face such a flying knife!

His eyes dimmed for a moment, then Qingming clenched his fists again, showing the hostility on his face again.

"As far as I know! Unless you are killed on the spot, the sacred beasts can be recovered no matter how badly you are injured, even if your body is broken. There is no danger of longevity. It can last forever. If you want to get rid of it, you must cut off its source !"

Beixuan raised his brows, not knowing what Qingming meant by these words?

Immediately, he realized that the root of the sacred beast Xuanwu is Taoism.

Then this silver-white giant dragon of unknown species is naturally Qiantian Mountain.

However, Zongshou has no sons. The rise and fall of Gantian Mountain is now all tied to Zongshou.

To be more precise, Zong Shou at this time is the root of this silver dragon.

Cutting off its root cause? In this way, it is also a way - "Just kill that person first, before we can fulfill our wish! The Dharma Protector Beast Venerable will be safe and sound!"

Seimei's voice was resolute. Holding the sword behind his back in his hand, purple light shone in his eyes.

She still has the last resort, she only needs this sword to kill Zhong Zongshou.

As long as those few talismans are needed, it will work.

The Beixuan Sanren hesitated slightly, frowning and looking at the big formation in the distance: "It's not easy? No, it should be said that it is a fool's dream!"

The words were full of bitterness: "No one can stop this son's flying knife technique. That day, he escaped from the Zhoutian formation, and he didn't break it just by breaking it. The number of days was fifty, and he should have escaped one of them. The number of Rui is fifty. The number of Zhoutian is three hundred and sixty-four here. Both have shortcomings, but the combination of the two is perfect—"

If it was okay when Xuanwu showed up just now, let's look at it now. The 600,000 armored soldiers in the formation just got rid of the danger of being frozen by the black ice.

And the hundreds of spiritual masters who climbed onto the roof were also boosted in morale and looked uplifted.

"So rely on the strength of a few senior brothers!"

Qingmingzi was expressionless, interrupting Beixuan's voice.

"Qingming doesn't ask senior brother to break the formation, but I just ask you to wait and give Qingming a chance!"

The Beixuan Sanren frowned, with a bit of coldness in his eyes, and then sighed softly: "Why bother? We only need to wait for a few masters and uncles to take action. After solving that Ao Kun, the predicament here can be easily solved , why take such a risk—"

The voice was blocked by Qingming's eyes. I saw the girl's expression was calm, with sarcasm on her lips.

"Senior brother, if it is the Xuanwu beast master, it will fall here. You and I, I am afraid that we will not be able to escape the crime of sitting on the sidelines! Senior brother thinks that the Taoist ancestor will spare you and me? Qingming is willing to die, and senior brother has come to accept the Taoism for thousands of years. Great kindness, at this time of crisis, do you want to cherish this body?"

Beixuan Sanren's breath was suffocated, his expression was solemn at first, and he gave Qingming a fierce look, and then turned to look at the nine hundred-foot-high platform.

He was driven to a corner by a few words from this woman. For other occasions, you can ignore it.

But this time, he knew that a Taoist ancestor in Qiongjing was watching this battle from afar—※※※※Almost at the same time, outside the cloud realm, the void boundary river.

Chong Guang was frowning tightly, his face full of annoyance.

"How can there be a holy beast protecting the country in this Qiantian Mountain? The body of a silver-white dragon is a giant platinum dragon? No! It's clearly a yin dragon that steals its tracks and moves from reality to reality!" In the voice, there was a lot of ruthlessness. A little anxious.

That Xuan Weizi frowned deeply.

"Looking at its shape, it should not have fully transformed into a holy beast. It has not yet been tamed by that sect, how did it perform the sacrifice? If I knew this, I shouldn't—"

Immediately, I also felt that this sentence was a bit inappropriate. So the voice fell silent and kept silent.

Hua Yun's expression was even more ugly.

Since it has not been completely tamed, it has not yet truly transformed into a holy beast. Then Zong Shou would never show up until Zong Shou died.

If he didn't invite the Xuanwu holy beast out this time, the result would be even better.

Even at this time, the situation in the cloud world is at a stalemate. It's better than this Taoist Dharma Protector Holy Beast, which was just born and then suffered a serious injury.

However, Long Xuan chuckled and praised: "My husband is still wise and well-prepared. With my knowledge, I would never have thought that Zongshou was protected by a holy beast. Only with eight fairylands and an imitation withering sword , To take that Zong Shou's life is really wishful thinking, and I underestimate him—"

Hua Yun's complexion only warmed up a little, but his eyes were still clouded.

According to his original intention, he is really unwilling to directly interfere with the affairs of the cloud realm.

The joint covenant tens of thousands of years ago was an agreement that all sects and sects would abide by it together.

At this time, although the Dao Spirit Sphere Realm can overwhelm people, it has lost morality after all.

Even if this Zongshou is punished, the situation in the Taoist sect will be extremely passive in the future.

Xuan Weizi knew his intentions, but shook his head slightly: "Junior brother, I can't hesitate now! The technique of keeping the flying knife, no one below the immortal rank can be as good as it is! If we delay it any longer, my Taoist disciples will definitely suffer heavy losses. You and I have no choice but to break the rules of the patriarch. This time it is really a last resort!"

While talking, Xuan Weizi was watching the other side.

I saw a young man standing with a sword, hundreds of feet away, it was Mingyu.

"Fellow Daoist Mingyu, the old Daoist really can't figure it out. Fellow Daoist knows that my Daoist sect is bound to win this time! Er Cangsheng said, why do you want to get involved in this matter?"

With these words, the gazes of the Daoists were all murderous, and they all focused on the past.

Especially not far away, an old man in his seventies was full of anger.

If it wasn't for this person who suddenly shot to intercept.

At least that old man's life can be saved.

Dao Lingzong ranks sixth in the Holy Land, and his wealth background is far inferior to Dao Lingqiong and Tai Lingzong.

Potian is within the sect, the most promising person in the spiritual tide, who has stepped into the realm of the gods.

The death of this person is enough to make Dao Lingzong, and the whole sect is heartbroken.

Na Mingyu was glanced at by several people, her expression froze.

The Four Saints and Three Gods here, even he, can't turn a blind eye. But still smiled: "My Cangshengdao has received a lot of benefits from that demon king, and I want more in the future. Naturally, I have to put in some effort this time."

Xuan Weizi shook his head slightly, really unable to speak.

From what he thought, Mingyu should know about it. With the cooperation of these four parties, Ao Kun and Long Ying really have no chance! Even the firmament of the sky cannot stop it.

Is it really necessary to include the entire Dao of the common people?

"What do you care about him!"

Chong Guang raised his eyebrows angrily, and snorted coldly: "Kill that bastard first!"

As soon as the mana was displayed, the space in front of him was torn open. Stretching out his big hand, he directly smashed towards the Tiantai Mingyu was locked by several air machines, and he couldn't move. But he only frowned slightly, not much worry.

As expected, Chongguang's giant palm had just reached the top of the platform.

The void here suddenly rippled again. The heavy pupil shrank, and the hand shrank back as if being pricked by a needle.

On the palm, a trace of blood suddenly appeared. And Chongguang himself also let out a muffled groan.

At this time, Hua Yun was not surprised but smiled. Looking far away, looking ahead: "Finally, you're here. I thought you'd be that shrunken turtle today, and you wouldn't show up!"

In the direction of the eyes, another man in his twenties walked out. But he was dressed in a golden robe, with a strong aura and a sneer on his lips.

"I'm joking, the sea of ​​blood and deep hatred can be restored today. How could I, Ao Kun, not come?"