Under Shenzhao Peak, a crowd of people rushed to Shenzhao Palace like a swarm of huddles. It was as black as a long black dragon, and it was so spectacular.
Zhao Qi looked at it intently, and saw a man surrounded by the disciples, with a white hair and white robe, three long whiskers under his jaw, squinted a pair of narrow eyes, and his eyes were shining, looking at himself steadily, and he couldn't help but smile and nod.
When Chen Tianguan, who was standing anxiously beside Zhao Qi, saw the figure of the man, he immediately shouted and cursed as if he had exploded: It was the old man from Shenjiu Peak, I knew that this old guy was not a good thing. If I had known that day, the zoo family would have to fight with him even if he had fought his life.
Zhao Qi was not as impulsive as Chen Tianguan, calm and composed. His eyes flew around and said to Taoist Hua Yu beside him: I first went to Shenzhao Palace and didn't know much about these people. Let's talk about some people's identities for me.
Taoist Hua Yu's pair of inverted triangle eyes turned in the crowd, as if he was also measuring what he was planning. After a while, seeing Zhao Qi and others impatient, he quickly coughed, cleared his throat, pointed to He Qingyang, and said, "The old man standing side by side is his sworn brother Han Wufeng Han Tuberculosis, his sworn brother Wanren Peak. Although this person has profound mysterious skills, it is not very threatening. You can see the first master. This person is infected with serious illness, and I am afraid that there will be no time left.
He said this and deliberately emphasized his tone, falling on the four words "There is not much time". However, the disciples of Wanren Peak who were following the hunchbacked old man all had anger when they heard this and shouted loudly: Hua Dwarf, dead bull's nose, what nonsense, I, Old Ancestor Han, are strong and amazing, and are enough to live to the beginning of the year of the Yuan Dynasty!
Taoist Hua Yu smiled, but ignored the scolding and scolding of the disciples of Wanren Peak, and pointed at the Taoist Qingyi who had the same gloomy eyes behind He Qingyang and said: Behind the old man He is his chief disciple, the master Cheng Feng of Tianfeng, the Taoist name is Cheng Madman. Well, this man and old man He are born along the way, it is really difficult to deal with. Well, I should beat him, but it is better to try to make trouble in the future.
Zhao Qi glanced at the Taoist Master Cheng Feng, nodded, and looked at the other two men and women in strong clothes, saying: What about these two people, what are their identities
But Taoist Hua Yu stared at her inverted triangular eyes, and she was speechless for a while, as if she had not recognized the identities of the two.
When you are down, you often travel far away. It is reasonable that Junior Brother Hua Yu from Shenzhao Palace cannot recognize him.
Among the two, the middle-aged man dressed in a strong outfit holding a steel folding fan, with extraordinary ears. He bowed to Zhao Qiyaoyao and smiled: Xiao is the master of the Jile Sect of Bailing Palace, and this is the master of the Qiulang Yuqiu Palace in Xiaoke Jingzhuo's passing hall!
The Palace Master Qiu seemed to be extremely dissatisfied with the Master of Jile Sect. After hearing his recommendation, his face was twisted suddenly and said in a fury: Who is your Jing Zhuo? You shameless and ungrateful man, don’t blame me for giving you a discount!
Yes, yes, Xiaoke doesn't dare, Xiaoke doesn't dare, I just said too much, Lord Qiu Palace should not be angry! The Lord of the Jile Sect suddenly became angry when he saw Qiu Yanyu, and immediately waved his hands and apologized.
At this time, Zhao Qi was unintentionally listening to the two of them having sex and flirting. Seeing that there were more and more disciples from various veins coming up the mountain, they vaguely surrounded the Shenzhao Palace built on the cliff. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and approach He Qingyang: Do you dare to ask Mr. Qingyang and Shenzhaofeng, the heads of the Great Palace Sect, led the crowd here to force the palace?
Don't dare, don't dare!
He Qingyang brushed his sleeves and bowed and said: Today, we are leading the elite disciples here just to get a testimony, but we are not helping the Venerable and the Palace Master.
After saying that, he pointed his hand at the old man hunchback beside him and said: Brother, Cheng'er, you and I will lead your disciples to the left, don't stop here and block the mountain road, which disturbed the Venerable's battle with the peak of the peak!
Good! The hunchbacked old man and the Master Cheng Feng nodded, and each led nearly a thousand disciples to the left and rear of the Shenzhao Palace.
Let's go with you, and we just happened to pass by here and come to join in the fun!
The Lord of the Jile Sect in Bailing Palace and the Lord of Qiu Yan Yuqiu in the Palace of Rebirth also led his disciples to follow He Qingyang and slowly approached the left rear of Shenzhao Palace.
It seems that the Taoist forces led by He Qingyang Shenjiu Peak will definitely not be much inferior to the horse bandits of the Wanxiang Sect!
Zhao Qi looked at the thousands of Taoist disciples in He Qingyang who were wearing all kinds of Taoist robes, and was secretly surprised.
He was not the stupid person. He could naturally guess with the situation today that He Qingyang led his own troops out today, not just to wait and see.
If I do not have the strength to defeat Zhuxinglie today, or if I and Zhuxinglie both suffer losses, I think Mr. Qingyang will definitely not stand by!
Zhao Qi held the gun in his hand tightly and made up his mind that he must fight this battle!
Still moving or taking a step back will be doomed. This battle is related to his and Yun Yun's fortunes and lives, and he will never lose.
At this moment, Zhao Qi thought in his mind, and was about to make a decision. Suddenly, a large group of disciples wearing black scarves and black clothes came over the entrance of the Shenzhao Palace. They were densely packed and numerous, with astonishing numbers, as many as thousands, countless.
The leader of an old man is as white as silver, wearing a black hat and a black belt on his arm
The disciples behind him were all angry and very sad. They held weapons in their hands and walked towards Zhao Qi and his group of people in the Shenzhao Palace with great momentum.
When Chen Tianguan saw these disciples, his face changed drastically, with a gloomy face and said coldly: Fan Tianzun from Han Yufeng, isn’t it because of the dead person in your family? Is it necessary to wear mourning for that old man Zhu Xinglie?
Old Mr. Shen, don’t be noisy for now. Just open your mouth and you can’t turn the world. Stay here for a while, but don’t blame me for being ruthless and ruthless!
The old man with a silver-haired man in a black hat sneered and looked directly at Zhao Qi, who had been standing in front of the Shenzhao Palace and was highly cautious and said: I guess you were Zhao Qi, the Buddhist monk who killed Qi Manghu'er. Look at today's situation, how much hope can you have to survive?
Are you the wise men? Zhao Qi said lightly without seeing any expression on his face.
The palace masters and I are friends of life and death! Fan Tianzun flipped his eyes and said: After that, you guys can't wait for too long. What are your last words to explain?
Let Zhu Xinglie come out to fight me, you are not qualified to talk to me! Zhao Qi's eyes flashed slightly, and he said disdainfully
Haha, joke, do you think this Shenzhao Peak is a martial arts competition venue, and you will fight when you say it?
Fan Tianzun raised his head and laughed, waved his hand: "You guys, go fight, kill the demon monk who killed the head of Qi under my brother's command is right in front of you. Whether you can take the head of this demon monk's neck today depends on you!"
After Fan Tianzun said that, thousands of black-clothed men wearing mourning scarves all picked up the strange halberds in their hands and rushed towards Zhao Qi Shenzhao Palace and his disciples.
Zhao...Zhaozun, call for a backup, Hanshishan, the vicious murderers, can't resist it by relying on my Shenzhao Palace alone... The Shentian official beside Zhao Qi's side had a look of earth. The dark judge's pen about four feet long in his hand turned around and rolled around. The strong black-clothed men who rushed forward rushed to the front all died on the ground, urging him repeatedly: Hurry, Junior Brother Hua, you can lead the disciples in the palace to resist me for a while, don't let this group of ghosts collide with the Shenzhao Palace left by the ancestor
Support...whether there is any support
Zhao Qi looked at the large group of Hanshishan murderers surging like locusts passing by, and his heart was extremely bitter.
He never expected that when the decisive battle was approaching the decisive battle, the leaders of the 100,000 horse bandits in the Wanxiang Gate Hall, he actually did not show up and used such a despicable move to drag himself to death with the sea of people. Could it be that he knew the way of killing the guns in my hand and was afraid?
Yes, yes, it must be that he was afraid of me when he saw that I shot Qi Hu and came up with this bad plan!
Zhao Qi looked at the group of murderers holding sharp blades and rushing closer and closer, and suddenly sighed in his heart: Forget it, forgot, since you are hiding and dare not come to see me, then I will use your brother Fan Tianzun to attack. It’s just a pity that the power of the surprise attack of this gun. If you use it today, I am afraid that it will not have a strange effect in the future!
Just as Zhao Qi raised his G22 blocking rifle in his hand and tried to aim at Fan Tianzun, a loud shout came from above his head, which was resounding through the world: A group of dirty guys who were not open to their eyes disturbed Pastoral's good dream in vain. Damn it, kill it!
Zhao Qi felt a sense in his heart. Before he could raise his head, he suddenly felt the mountains trembling, dust and snow flying, sweeping across the sky, and a sound of a deafening dragon and tiger roaring sound.
Then, the fierce disciples of Han Shifeng who rushed to Zhao Qi only a few feet away seemed to be suddenly subjected to the powerful force that was oppressed out of thin air. In the blink of an eye, thousands of people killed countless people. The fierce disciples of Han Shifeng were actually thrust and thrust. The blades in Duluo's hand were all controlled and forced to be suppressed.
It is the momentum, this is the supreme divine power level of great magic! Zhao Qi just stepped into the small magic power field of the sixth level of mysterious skill, and naturally could feel the supreme true power of the mysterious skill produced by the momentum
Just when Zhao Qi and everyone on the Shenzhao Palace were shocked, what came was the prairie fire that swept through the sky and fell violently.
I heard a series of endless sounds of shocking explosions.
The scene of the Shenzhao Palace was in the middle of the scene of thousands of Han Shifeng knelt on the ground and burned a piece of black charcoal in the middle of the center of the circle. The hundreds of murderers within a few feet of the center of the circle were all burned into a charred corpse by the huge fire falling to the sky.
After a while, the wind blew, and the strong energy swept through the black and gray slowly ascended to the sky. An elderly man with white hair and a pole of dry tobacco on his waist was holding a dead wood wine gourd in his hand, and walked out of the scorched circle with his feet in his wisps.
Look at the walking situation of the old man with a young hair, it seems that he will fall if he is not careful.
The magical power of the old He in Lihuo Palace? Zhao Qi has a great memory and immediately remembered the octogenarian who he and his eunuch Gao Rang secretly peeked at the door of the first hall of the God King Palace when he broke into the palace.
The name of the old magic power is indeed worthy of its name, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful
Zhao Qi trembled faintly all over his body, feeling the huge gap between himself and the old man. A heart that was beating in his chest gradually became hot. If there were ten old magical powers in my hands, it would be impossible to escape the risk of death and defeat if there were thousands of troops!
Yes, it's just the old man, young people still remember a certain family if they have a good memory
The old man in Cangfa bent and stuffed the dead wood wine gourd in his hand. He shook his head and said regretfully: What a pity. It's not easy to refine this Yanyang wine. It takes seventy-seven poisonous substances to be used to make it. He just sprayed this Yanyang sip, but he consumed several months of hard work for no reason.
The old man sighed and shook his head and said, and suddenly handed the wine pot in his hand to Zhao Qi: Young man, this hot and fragrant wine is so precious, should Shenzhao Peak be taken as hell, should I take a sip?
That day I just glanced at it, and he actually remembered me! Zhao Qi was shocked and suspicious, could he drink this wine with my ability?
But Zhao Qi is a decisive person. Since he had already confirmed that the person in front of him was the old magic power he had attracted yesterday at the cost of consuming a magic talisman, he bowed and took the Yanyang Liquor handed over by Old He's magic power with a dry hand and said: Senior He gave wine, but I dared not obey my orders!
Immediately unscrewed the wine pot, raised my head and drank a big gulp
Zhao Qi swallowed a large mouthful of hot and strong liquor into his belly. Not only did he not feel spicy, but he felt his body warm. There was an abnormally constant temperature warm current in the lower abdomen, Dantian and even the limbs and bones. In this cold winter, he felt very uncomfortable.
Thank you for giving the wine! Zhao Qi enjoyed the burning wine brought by the Yanyang Liquor, bowed his hand to the old He magical power and held a polite way.
OK, the young man is so brave, and he can also look at the old man. The younger generation is terrifying, and the younger generation is terrifying.
He Lao's magic power was talking, but the thin skin with the ravines scattered under the corners of his eyes was twitching. Looking at the look that he looked quite heartbroken. Zhao Qi drank the big mouthful of Yanyang spirits. He took the wine pot handed over by Zhao Qi and hid it in his arms and said slowly: This wine is strong and strong, and most people cannot drink it or bear it. If you do this, you need to find a secluded place to practice, absorb the essence of the wine, warm the yang and open the meridians. The effect is far better than your half-month practice of asceticism!
The younger generation will definitely practice well and live up to the seniors' earnest teachings! Zhao Qi was convinced and said
Uh, Old He nodded slightly, but heard that Fan Tianzun, who had never taken action at this time, stepped forward and walked forward: Zun is the old senior Huohe Ji Bulie, who guards the God Palace in the West.
It's Lao Chen, who are you? He Lao Shentong said lightly with his hands
The younger generation is Fan Tianzun from Hanshan Peak. His father Fan Feiying is also guarding the Eastern Realm in the God King Palace like the old senior! Fan Tianzun's eyes were filled with splendor, and he bowed his hand and said,
Ai, you are the junior of the old black crow in the East!
The Divine Fire Crane glanced at the magical power, looked at Fan Tianzun with turbid eyes for a moment, then nodded and said: Well, I know now, you can leave!
Well...Senior, what did you say? Fan Tianzun was stunned, as if he had not realized the implication of He Shenzhi
I told you to leave, didn't you hear it? He Shentong took out an old dry tobacco from his waist and started smoking "bangbang"
Let's go? Where are you going? This demon monk thief, I haven't... Fan Tianzun didn't expect the crane magic power to say this, and his shock was overwhelming.
If you let you go, you will leave. There is not so much nonsense! He Shentong showed an impatient expression on his face and said: Presbyterian is in a bad mood now, just want to take a few mouthfuls of dry tobacco!
But my father... Fan Tianzun still said naturally, but suddenly seemed to understand something in an instant. His face changed and he immediately bowed: Xiaoke Menglang, let's say goodbye!
After saying that, he didn't care about the disciples he brought from Hanshi Peak before, and immediately turned around and left.
In a short while, I had already walked down the mountain road, and no one could see
Zhao Qi looked at the half-long Hanshan Peak disciple who was kneeling on the ground in front of the main hall of Shenzhao Palace, leaving alone, and couldn't help but look down on him: How did such a person who abandoned his disciples at will climb to the high position of the master of the Shenzhao Peak lineage?
While I was despised, I was also secretly guessing that if I had faced a temple powerhouse with a terrifying mysterious method like the He Divine Power, would I have made the same choice as him?
After thinking about it carefully, Zhao Qi felt a headache. He couldn't help but shake his head and throw all these impure thoughts out of his mind. He turned around and bowed to He Shentong beside him and said: Senior He, what should these people do?
Well, I am just a supporting role here, you can do whatever you want, cough cough, let me take a few sips of dry cigarettes
He Shentong said casually, hunched over, found a stairs stone in front of the gate of Shenzhao Palace, half-squatted down, holding a dry cigarette in one hand, and sucked his dry lips at the cigarette mouth, and he was still swallowing clouds and fog.
Seeing that He was so powerful that he could use his magical powers, Zhao Qi was also happy. He immediately looked around and his eyes passed by He Qingyang, Han Wufeng, Chengfeng Lord, and other gods, Zhaozhao Palace Taoist Master, and finally fell among the dense Hanshifeng disciples in the field, exerted his strength and said in a deep voice: Now the Japanese Lord does not want to fight with you, but only wants to fight with the wise. How dare you ask where are the wise masters in the Wanxiang Gate Palace?
After the words came, the echoes of the huge mountain were faint, but no one answered
Zhao Qi knew that all the warriors must be peeking around at this time
Seeing that no one was concerned and without thinking, he immediately raised his tone and shouted: Where are the wise men at the head of the Wanxiang Gate Palace? If you hear it, please come and fight me!
Zhao Qi looked at it intently, and saw a man surrounded by the disciples, with a white hair and white robe, three long whiskers under his jaw, squinted a pair of narrow eyes, and his eyes were shining, looking at himself steadily, and he couldn't help but smile and nod.
When Chen Tianguan, who was standing anxiously beside Zhao Qi, saw the figure of the man, he immediately shouted and cursed as if he had exploded: It was the old man from Shenjiu Peak, I knew that this old guy was not a good thing. If I had known that day, the zoo family would have to fight with him even if he had fought his life.
Zhao Qi was not as impulsive as Chen Tianguan, calm and composed. His eyes flew around and said to Taoist Hua Yu beside him: I first went to Shenzhao Palace and didn't know much about these people. Let's talk about some people's identities for me.
Taoist Hua Yu's pair of inverted triangle eyes turned in the crowd, as if he was also measuring what he was planning. After a while, seeing Zhao Qi and others impatient, he quickly coughed, cleared his throat, pointed to He Qingyang, and said, "The old man standing side by side is his sworn brother Han Wufeng Han Tuberculosis, his sworn brother Wanren Peak. Although this person has profound mysterious skills, it is not very threatening. You can see the first master. This person is infected with serious illness, and I am afraid that there will be no time left.
He said this and deliberately emphasized his tone, falling on the four words "There is not much time". However, the disciples of Wanren Peak who were following the hunchbacked old man all had anger when they heard this and shouted loudly: Hua Dwarf, dead bull's nose, what nonsense, I, Old Ancestor Han, are strong and amazing, and are enough to live to the beginning of the year of the Yuan Dynasty!
Taoist Hua Yu smiled, but ignored the scolding and scolding of the disciples of Wanren Peak, and pointed at the Taoist Qingyi who had the same gloomy eyes behind He Qingyang and said: Behind the old man He is his chief disciple, the master Cheng Feng of Tianfeng, the Taoist name is Cheng Madman. Well, this man and old man He are born along the way, it is really difficult to deal with. Well, I should beat him, but it is better to try to make trouble in the future.
Zhao Qi glanced at the Taoist Master Cheng Feng, nodded, and looked at the other two men and women in strong clothes, saying: What about these two people, what are their identities
But Taoist Hua Yu stared at her inverted triangular eyes, and she was speechless for a while, as if she had not recognized the identities of the two.
When you are down, you often travel far away. It is reasonable that Junior Brother Hua Yu from Shenzhao Palace cannot recognize him.
Among the two, the middle-aged man dressed in a strong outfit holding a steel folding fan, with extraordinary ears. He bowed to Zhao Qiyaoyao and smiled: Xiao is the master of the Jile Sect of Bailing Palace, and this is the master of the Qiulang Yuqiu Palace in Xiaoke Jingzhuo's passing hall!
The Palace Master Qiu seemed to be extremely dissatisfied with the Master of Jile Sect. After hearing his recommendation, his face was twisted suddenly and said in a fury: Who is your Jing Zhuo? You shameless and ungrateful man, don’t blame me for giving you a discount!
Yes, yes, Xiaoke doesn't dare, Xiaoke doesn't dare, I just said too much, Lord Qiu Palace should not be angry! The Lord of the Jile Sect suddenly became angry when he saw Qiu Yanyu, and immediately waved his hands and apologized.
At this time, Zhao Qi was unintentionally listening to the two of them having sex and flirting. Seeing that there were more and more disciples from various veins coming up the mountain, they vaguely surrounded the Shenzhao Palace built on the cliff. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and approach He Qingyang: Do you dare to ask Mr. Qingyang and Shenzhaofeng, the heads of the Great Palace Sect, led the crowd here to force the palace?
Don't dare, don't dare!
He Qingyang brushed his sleeves and bowed and said: Today, we are leading the elite disciples here just to get a testimony, but we are not helping the Venerable and the Palace Master.
After saying that, he pointed his hand at the old man hunchback beside him and said: Brother, Cheng'er, you and I will lead your disciples to the left, don't stop here and block the mountain road, which disturbed the Venerable's battle with the peak of the peak!
Good! The hunchbacked old man and the Master Cheng Feng nodded, and each led nearly a thousand disciples to the left and rear of the Shenzhao Palace.
Let's go with you, and we just happened to pass by here and come to join in the fun!
The Lord of the Jile Sect in Bailing Palace and the Lord of Qiu Yan Yuqiu in the Palace of Rebirth also led his disciples to follow He Qingyang and slowly approached the left rear of Shenzhao Palace.
It seems that the Taoist forces led by He Qingyang Shenjiu Peak will definitely not be much inferior to the horse bandits of the Wanxiang Sect!
Zhao Qi looked at the thousands of Taoist disciples in He Qingyang who were wearing all kinds of Taoist robes, and was secretly surprised.
He was not the stupid person. He could naturally guess with the situation today that He Qingyang led his own troops out today, not just to wait and see.
If I do not have the strength to defeat Zhuxinglie today, or if I and Zhuxinglie both suffer losses, I think Mr. Qingyang will definitely not stand by!
Zhao Qi held the gun in his hand tightly and made up his mind that he must fight this battle!
Still moving or taking a step back will be doomed. This battle is related to his and Yun Yun's fortunes and lives, and he will never lose.
At this moment, Zhao Qi thought in his mind, and was about to make a decision. Suddenly, a large group of disciples wearing black scarves and black clothes came over the entrance of the Shenzhao Palace. They were densely packed and numerous, with astonishing numbers, as many as thousands, countless.
The leader of an old man is as white as silver, wearing a black hat and a black belt on his arm
The disciples behind him were all angry and very sad. They held weapons in their hands and walked towards Zhao Qi and his group of people in the Shenzhao Palace with great momentum.
When Chen Tianguan saw these disciples, his face changed drastically, with a gloomy face and said coldly: Fan Tianzun from Han Yufeng, isn’t it because of the dead person in your family? Is it necessary to wear mourning for that old man Zhu Xinglie?
Old Mr. Shen, don’t be noisy for now. Just open your mouth and you can’t turn the world. Stay here for a while, but don’t blame me for being ruthless and ruthless!
The old man with a silver-haired man in a black hat sneered and looked directly at Zhao Qi, who had been standing in front of the Shenzhao Palace and was highly cautious and said: I guess you were Zhao Qi, the Buddhist monk who killed Qi Manghu'er. Look at today's situation, how much hope can you have to survive?
Are you the wise men? Zhao Qi said lightly without seeing any expression on his face.
The palace masters and I are friends of life and death! Fan Tianzun flipped his eyes and said: After that, you guys can't wait for too long. What are your last words to explain?
Let Zhu Xinglie come out to fight me, you are not qualified to talk to me! Zhao Qi's eyes flashed slightly, and he said disdainfully
Haha, joke, do you think this Shenzhao Peak is a martial arts competition venue, and you will fight when you say it?
Fan Tianzun raised his head and laughed, waved his hand: "You guys, go fight, kill the demon monk who killed the head of Qi under my brother's command is right in front of you. Whether you can take the head of this demon monk's neck today depends on you!"
After Fan Tianzun said that, thousands of black-clothed men wearing mourning scarves all picked up the strange halberds in their hands and rushed towards Zhao Qi Shenzhao Palace and his disciples.
Zhao...Zhaozun, call for a backup, Hanshishan, the vicious murderers, can't resist it by relying on my Shenzhao Palace alone... The Shentian official beside Zhao Qi's side had a look of earth. The dark judge's pen about four feet long in his hand turned around and rolled around. The strong black-clothed men who rushed forward rushed to the front all died on the ground, urging him repeatedly: Hurry, Junior Brother Hua, you can lead the disciples in the palace to resist me for a while, don't let this group of ghosts collide with the Shenzhao Palace left by the ancestor
Support...whether there is any support
Zhao Qi looked at the large group of Hanshishan murderers surging like locusts passing by, and his heart was extremely bitter.
He never expected that when the decisive battle was approaching the decisive battle, the leaders of the 100,000 horse bandits in the Wanxiang Gate Hall, he actually did not show up and used such a despicable move to drag himself to death with the sea of people. Could it be that he knew the way of killing the guns in my hand and was afraid?
Yes, yes, it must be that he was afraid of me when he saw that I shot Qi Hu and came up with this bad plan!
Zhao Qi looked at the group of murderers holding sharp blades and rushing closer and closer, and suddenly sighed in his heart: Forget it, forgot, since you are hiding and dare not come to see me, then I will use your brother Fan Tianzun to attack. It’s just a pity that the power of the surprise attack of this gun. If you use it today, I am afraid that it will not have a strange effect in the future!
Just as Zhao Qi raised his G22 blocking rifle in his hand and tried to aim at Fan Tianzun, a loud shout came from above his head, which was resounding through the world: A group of dirty guys who were not open to their eyes disturbed Pastoral's good dream in vain. Damn it, kill it!
Zhao Qi felt a sense in his heart. Before he could raise his head, he suddenly felt the mountains trembling, dust and snow flying, sweeping across the sky, and a sound of a deafening dragon and tiger roaring sound.
Then, the fierce disciples of Han Shifeng who rushed to Zhao Qi only a few feet away seemed to be suddenly subjected to the powerful force that was oppressed out of thin air. In the blink of an eye, thousands of people killed countless people. The fierce disciples of Han Shifeng were actually thrust and thrust. The blades in Duluo's hand were all controlled and forced to be suppressed.
It is the momentum, this is the supreme divine power level of great magic! Zhao Qi just stepped into the small magic power field of the sixth level of mysterious skill, and naturally could feel the supreme true power of the mysterious skill produced by the momentum
Just when Zhao Qi and everyone on the Shenzhao Palace were shocked, what came was the prairie fire that swept through the sky and fell violently.
I heard a series of endless sounds of shocking explosions.
The scene of the Shenzhao Palace was in the middle of the scene of thousands of Han Shifeng knelt on the ground and burned a piece of black charcoal in the middle of the center of the circle. The hundreds of murderers within a few feet of the center of the circle were all burned into a charred corpse by the huge fire falling to the sky.
After a while, the wind blew, and the strong energy swept through the black and gray slowly ascended to the sky. An elderly man with white hair and a pole of dry tobacco on his waist was holding a dead wood wine gourd in his hand, and walked out of the scorched circle with his feet in his wisps.
Look at the walking situation of the old man with a young hair, it seems that he will fall if he is not careful.
The magical power of the old He in Lihuo Palace? Zhao Qi has a great memory and immediately remembered the octogenarian who he and his eunuch Gao Rang secretly peeked at the door of the first hall of the God King Palace when he broke into the palace.
The name of the old magic power is indeed worthy of its name, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful
Zhao Qi trembled faintly all over his body, feeling the huge gap between himself and the old man. A heart that was beating in his chest gradually became hot. If there were ten old magical powers in my hands, it would be impossible to escape the risk of death and defeat if there were thousands of troops!
Yes, it's just the old man, young people still remember a certain family if they have a good memory
The old man in Cangfa bent and stuffed the dead wood wine gourd in his hand. He shook his head and said regretfully: What a pity. It's not easy to refine this Yanyang wine. It takes seventy-seven poisonous substances to be used to make it. He just sprayed this Yanyang sip, but he consumed several months of hard work for no reason.
The old man sighed and shook his head and said, and suddenly handed the wine pot in his hand to Zhao Qi: Young man, this hot and fragrant wine is so precious, should Shenzhao Peak be taken as hell, should I take a sip?
That day I just glanced at it, and he actually remembered me! Zhao Qi was shocked and suspicious, could he drink this wine with my ability?
But Zhao Qi is a decisive person. Since he had already confirmed that the person in front of him was the old magic power he had attracted yesterday at the cost of consuming a magic talisman, he bowed and took the Yanyang Liquor handed over by Old He's magic power with a dry hand and said: Senior He gave wine, but I dared not obey my orders!
Immediately unscrewed the wine pot, raised my head and drank a big gulp
Zhao Qi swallowed a large mouthful of hot and strong liquor into his belly. Not only did he not feel spicy, but he felt his body warm. There was an abnormally constant temperature warm current in the lower abdomen, Dantian and even the limbs and bones. In this cold winter, he felt very uncomfortable.
Thank you for giving the wine! Zhao Qi enjoyed the burning wine brought by the Yanyang Liquor, bowed his hand to the old He magical power and held a polite way.
OK, the young man is so brave, and he can also look at the old man. The younger generation is terrifying, and the younger generation is terrifying.
He Lao's magic power was talking, but the thin skin with the ravines scattered under the corners of his eyes was twitching. Looking at the look that he looked quite heartbroken. Zhao Qi drank the big mouthful of Yanyang spirits. He took the wine pot handed over by Zhao Qi and hid it in his arms and said slowly: This wine is strong and strong, and most people cannot drink it or bear it. If you do this, you need to find a secluded place to practice, absorb the essence of the wine, warm the yang and open the meridians. The effect is far better than your half-month practice of asceticism!
The younger generation will definitely practice well and live up to the seniors' earnest teachings! Zhao Qi was convinced and said
Uh, Old He nodded slightly, but heard that Fan Tianzun, who had never taken action at this time, stepped forward and walked forward: Zun is the old senior Huohe Ji Bulie, who guards the God Palace in the West.
It's Lao Chen, who are you? He Lao Shentong said lightly with his hands
The younger generation is Fan Tianzun from Hanshan Peak. His father Fan Feiying is also guarding the Eastern Realm in the God King Palace like the old senior! Fan Tianzun's eyes were filled with splendor, and he bowed his hand and said,
Ai, you are the junior of the old black crow in the East!
The Divine Fire Crane glanced at the magical power, looked at Fan Tianzun with turbid eyes for a moment, then nodded and said: Well, I know now, you can leave!
Well...Senior, what did you say? Fan Tianzun was stunned, as if he had not realized the implication of He Shenzhi
I told you to leave, didn't you hear it? He Shentong took out an old dry tobacco from his waist and started smoking "bangbang"
Let's go? Where are you going? This demon monk thief, I haven't... Fan Tianzun didn't expect the crane magic power to say this, and his shock was overwhelming.
If you let you go, you will leave. There is not so much nonsense! He Shentong showed an impatient expression on his face and said: Presbyterian is in a bad mood now, just want to take a few mouthfuls of dry tobacco!
But my father... Fan Tianzun still said naturally, but suddenly seemed to understand something in an instant. His face changed and he immediately bowed: Xiaoke Menglang, let's say goodbye!
After saying that, he didn't care about the disciples he brought from Hanshi Peak before, and immediately turned around and left.
In a short while, I had already walked down the mountain road, and no one could see
Zhao Qi looked at the half-long Hanshan Peak disciple who was kneeling on the ground in front of the main hall of Shenzhao Palace, leaving alone, and couldn't help but look down on him: How did such a person who abandoned his disciples at will climb to the high position of the master of the Shenzhao Peak lineage?
While I was despised, I was also secretly guessing that if I had faced a temple powerhouse with a terrifying mysterious method like the He Divine Power, would I have made the same choice as him?
After thinking about it carefully, Zhao Qi felt a headache. He couldn't help but shake his head and throw all these impure thoughts out of his mind. He turned around and bowed to He Shentong beside him and said: Senior He, what should these people do?
Well, I am just a supporting role here, you can do whatever you want, cough cough, let me take a few sips of dry cigarettes
He Shentong said casually, hunched over, found a stairs stone in front of the gate of Shenzhao Palace, half-squatted down, holding a dry cigarette in one hand, and sucked his dry lips at the cigarette mouth, and he was still swallowing clouds and fog.
Seeing that He was so powerful that he could use his magical powers, Zhao Qi was also happy. He immediately looked around and his eyes passed by He Qingyang, Han Wufeng, Chengfeng Lord, and other gods, Zhaozhao Palace Taoist Master, and finally fell among the dense Hanshifeng disciples in the field, exerted his strength and said in a deep voice: Now the Japanese Lord does not want to fight with you, but only wants to fight with the wise. How dare you ask where are the wise masters in the Wanxiang Gate Palace?
After the words came, the echoes of the huge mountain were faint, but no one answered
Zhao Qi knew that all the warriors must be peeking around at this time
Seeing that no one was concerned and without thinking, he immediately raised his tone and shouted: Where are the wise men at the head of the Wanxiang Gate Palace? If you hear it, please come and fight me!
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