Chapter 393

100,000 mountains, secluded jungles, green trees, in a wide area beyond a swamp, surrounded by people, with all kinds of forces, gathered here.

Qin Wuyan's words undoubtedly reminded everyone present that they did not come to chat with you, Bai Xianjun, but collectively came to ask for you.

Therefore, the eyes of everyone present were looking at Wang Xiaoming, as if they could kill people.

Ghost Li frowned slightly, he turned his head to look at Wang Xiaoming behind him, and said, "Can you believe it?"

Wang Xiaoming also raised his gaze to look at Ghost Li, the corners of his mouth lifted a slight arc, and said lightly: "Believe it or not, but for now, these people must be solved." ”

"Do you want to help?" Ghost Li was always a little worried, afraid that Wang Xiaoming would have some accidents due to these people's wheel battles, so there would be no hope for resurrecting Baguio.

Now the ghost is strong, and his heart is also a little wavering, he believes in Wang Xiaoming's magical powers, after all, he destroyed Qingyunmen in the Qingyun Gate back then.

And right now, facing so many righteous paths, as well as the so-called evil and crooked paths in the mouth of the righteous path, how should this White Immortal Monarch spend it?

Ghost Li is now worried.

Wang Xiaoming looked at Ghost Li's eyes with a hint of worry, this may be the first time he has appeared such a look since he became Ghost Li, so he walked up to Ghost Li and said lightly: "No need to help, you just stand aside and watch, if you want to help your former teacher, I have no opinion, but I will still help you resurrect Baguio." ”

"The vertical son is rampant!" Cang Song was furious and said to all the Qingyunmen disciples: "Array!"

I saw one by one Qingyunmen disciples holding long swords, pointing at the sky, the sound of sword groans resounded throughout the jungle, and at the moment when the sword qi was noisy, the beasts in the forest fled together, and the birds and birds also flapped their wings and flew away.

One after another sword lights gathered, brilliant and dazzling, and pounced on Wang Xiaoming head-on.

When some people in Qingyunmen made a move, the Ghost King Sect's side did not move.

Qinglong and Youji, their eyes were all looking at the ghost king, they didn't speak, and they didn't ask the ghost king if they wanted to do anything, they just watched quietly.

And the ghost king noticed their gaze, his face was calm, and he looked at the ghost Li who was standing beside Wang Xiaoming not far away.

His eyes were solemn, and at the moment he felt that his position was a little awkward, and it was not to do it, nor was it to do it without it.

If he did it, he didn't want to help these hypocrites who claimed to be famous and decent to deal with Bai Xianjun together.

If he didn't do it, he would really be angry, some of the things that this Bai Xianjun did to Huqi Mountain ten years ago.

destroyed almost all the houses and buildings on the Ghost King Sect, and now that I think about it, my heart still hurts a little.

However, Wang Xiaoming said that he could resurrect Baguio, but somehow, he was looking forward to it, after all, his baby daughter left him like this, and the white-haired person sent the black-haired person, he was sorry for Baguio's dead mother, and he was sorry for the idiot.

Thousands of sword lights roared towards here with the gathering of the disciples of Qingyun Sect, and the momentum was like a broken bamboo, leaving Dao sword marks on the ground along the way.

Wang Xiaoming's eyes froze, and with one hand, the Dinghai Divine Needle turned into a golden hoop stick, and then conjured up countless stick shadows, and with a wave of his hand, the rotating golden hoop stick flew out.

Countless sword lights collided with the stick shadows, colliding with fierce flames in mid-air.

There was a crisp sonorous sound, and the fire splashed everywhere, and then I saw the sword light shatter, and the sword rain fell, and the sword blade shattered, breaking into sections.

In the end, Wang Xiaoming withdrew the golden hoop stick, and countless stick shadows turned into one, tightly held in Wang Xiaoming's hand.

Immediately afterwards, the powerful qi shook all the disciples of Qingyunmen into the air, and one by one they turned on their backs.

Cang Song looked at this scene, his face was ugly, and his eyes glared at Wang Xiaoming fiercely.

And Tian Buyi, Shui Yue, and Zeng Shuchang on the side all looked at each other, and they could all see the shock in their eyes.

Lu Xueqi and Lin Jingyu were also shocked, staring at the stick in Wang Xiaoming's hand.

It can be found that this is not an ordinary stick.

is just like the burning stick in Zhang Xiaofan's hand, it seems ordinary, but it actually has a very terrifying power.

The point is, on the surface, this stick is not ordinary.

Ghost Li looked at the seemingly thin and thin figure in front of him, with such a high level of cultivation, and he was completely relieved, even if he did it himself, in his hands, he would not be able to bargain at all.

It's no wonder that ten years ago, he would turn Qingyunmen, Ghost King Sect, Tianyin Temple and other forces upside down.

Now, ten years have passed, and his cultivation strength has probably increased a lot!

However, what the ghost doesn't know is that ten years have passed since they came, but Wang Xiaoming himself traveled from that time ten years ago.

In other words, time is a matter of a flick of a finger for him.

Wang Xiaoming stomped the golden hoop stick in his hand on the ground, and suddenly there was a muffled sound of 'bang', and the whole earth trembled slightly.

Everyone was terrified.

"If you want to get on now, if you're embarrassed, I'll do it first. Wang Xiaoming looked at everyone and said, "However, I want to remind you that if I really make a move, even my own will be afraid, you should think about it." ”

When Wang Xiaoming's words fell, the pine and fields of Qingyunmen were not easy, and Shui Yue was all solemn.

The three monks of Tianyin Temple also looked at each other, after all, they were monks, so they naturally didn't like to fight and kill like this, but at the moment this child was too rampant, when Tianyin Temple was destroyed, it also caused major harm to some disciples in the temple, and this child was really unforgivable.

The Ghost King Sect is headed by the Ghost King, and it still doesn't hurt, they don't want to do it.

So the ghost king still didn't speak.

Qinglong asked with some uncertainty, "Sect Master, what should we do?"

"Ghost Li needs him to resurrect Baguio, and resurrecting Baguio is also what I am looking forward to, so let's wait and see what happens!" said the Ghost King lightly.

Yuhime said, "But..... Is this Bai Xianjun credible? Ghost Li has been looking for a way to resurrect Baguio for all these years, but there is no hope, but this White Immortal Jun said that he can resurrect Baguio? I am really worried that the greater the expectation of Ghost Li, the greater the disappointment. ”

"I don't know about this, but that's the only way, at least Ghost Li's feelings for Baguio won't be fake, just believe him!" the Ghost King said lightly.

When You Ji heard this, she didn't speak, she looked at the people of several major sects around her, and beat her towards Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming grasped the golden hoop stick with one hand, and when he picked up the golden hoop stick, it instantly turned into a towering giant pillar, like an optimus prime that supported the heavens and the earth, and then smashed it down.

"Bang!"

With an earth-shattering roar, where the huge golden hoop stick landed, it suddenly burst open, and many people fell directly below.

Wang Xiaoming instantly put away the golden hoop stick, palmed it towards everyone with one hand, and said lightly: "Shenluo Heavenly Expedition!"

Bang!

Those who had already come out of the cracks were shaken away by the hurricane that swept in an instant.

Not only the disciples of Qingyun Sect, but also the people of the Hehuan Sect, the Immortal Hall, and the Tianyin Temple were shaken away by the hurricane one after another, stirring together.

Now they all mix together, whether they are the same door or not, they all have the same hatred, and they are shouting angrily one by one, wanting to kill Bai Xianjun.

Before they could get up, Wang Xiaoming's invincible steel cannon martial spirit behind him stretched out and aimed at the surrounding area with a burst of bombardment.

Boom! Boom!

The entire jungle of the 100,000 mountains was devastated.

The Ghost King looked at such a fierce and strange supernatural power, with such power, and directly avoided its edge and hid aside.

And Ghost Li looked at the bombing range, Lu Xueqi and Lin Jingyu were also affected, and said anxiously to Wang Xiaoming: "Don't hurt them!"