Chapter 1919, Lao Tzu has many enemies, how old are you?

Xuandong's expression was serious: "It's Emperor Yan." ”

"Why is that guy here?" Ni You was taken aback, as if he didn't expect to meet Yanshui here.

Zhao Xiaoning frowned: "Is this a very powerful guy?"

Xuan Dongdao: "Yanshui's strength can rank among the top five in the fairy world, but when it comes to the means of torturing people, it is definitely the first." ”

Zhao Xiaoning: "What is this guy doing now?"

He arrested all the monks on Wuyi Mountain, as if to extract confessions about sanctification. Xuandong replied.

Ni Zuo sighed: "In the hands of Emperor Yan, not to mention those cultivators, even if the eighth-level Immortal Emperor is immortal, he will have to shed a layer of skin! Hey, has our speed slowed down? It is said that with our speed, we should have reached Wuyi Mountain a long time ago!"

As soon as these words came out, Xuandong and Ni You were taken aback, they were both ninth-level Immortal Emperors, and their speed had long exceeded the speed of light. If they really wanted to fly, they could circle the earth in an instant, but now, their speed has slowed down.

No!

To be precise, the earth seems to have gotten bigger.

"It's not that the speed has slowed down, but that the rules of the Heavenly Dao have gradually improved. Zhao Xiaoning said lightly, I think the Qing Emperor once said that even if a strong person comes, it will not affect the lives of ordinary people, at first he didn't know what this meant, but now he understands a little.

The perfection of the rules of the Heavenly Dao will make the earth perfect, and even derive another space like the legend, a space suitable for those strong to live, only in this way will it not affect ordinary people.

"It's not good, Yanshui is going to attack those cultivators, it looks like he wants to kill the other party. Ni You exclaimed.

Hearing this, Zhao Xiaoning immediately became angry: "Xuandong, take out Lao Tzu's Italian cannon, no, shoot the Sun God Bow for me!"

Before, when Zhao Xiaoning was fighting Emperor Jing, he threw the Sun Shooting Divine Bow and Immortal Feather Armor on the ground, and then was put away by Xuandong.

"Yes!"

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Wuyi Mountain.

In a temple somewhere.

The flames soared into the sky, and the thousand-year-old temple was engulfed in fire and turned into a sea of fire. The raging flames lit up the night, illuminating the desperate faces of those cultivators.

"It seems that you don't plan to tell this Immortal Emperor what he wants to know, since that's the case, what's the use of asking you?" Emperor Yan looked at an old Dao with an indifferent look in his eyes, and behind him stood more than a dozen Immortal Emperors with different cultivations.

"Shangxian, we really don't know what you want to know!" The old man's face was pale, his breath was very weak, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, obviously injured. Behind him lay dozens of Taoist priests, young people, middle-aged people, and elderly people.

Without exception, they were all injured and had fear in their eyes, because they did not expect a group of legendary immortals to descend.

Emperor Yan snorted coldly: "I heard that Wuyi Mountain has the opportunity to become holy, you have lived here so far, do you think that you don't know that this Immortal Emperor will believe it?"

"Emperor Yan, talk so much to these ants, kill them directly, anyway, Wuyi Mountain is so big, let's look carefully and maybe find the opportunity to become holy!" An eighth-level Immortal Emperor beside Emperor Yan spoke, don't say that the other party is just a group of cultivators, even if they are a group of ants who are obviously in the eyes of the other party. As he spoke, he raised his right hand to prepare, and just as he was about to beat the old man into a blood mist, he heard a sharp sound of breaking wind.

I saw a light yellow arrow slashing across the night sky, like a glimpse in everyone's eyes.

"Not good!" The expression of the eighth-level Immortal Emperor changed, he could feel that the arrow was coming towards him, and he could feel the horror of this arrow even more, because he had seen the picture of Zhao Xiaoning holding the Sun Shooting Divine Bow to shoot the ninth-level Immortal Emperor. Thinking that when he and Emperor Yan entered the earth, they had already felt the fluctuations on the Yellow Mountain, but they did not participate in that vicious battle.

As bystanders who witnessed the battle, they knew the horror of shooting the Bow of the Sun.

Without thinking too much, the eighth-level Immortal Emperor hurriedly flew into the air, he wanted to leave here, but just when he was just taking off, the light yellow arrow landed directly on his chest.

Burst!

Hearing a dull voice, the eighth-level Immortal Emperor instantly turned into a blood mist and disappeared between heaven and earth.

"What happened?"

The monks of the Taoist temple were all taken aback, this is a serious immortal, but now they are dying in front of their eyes, if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed this kind of thing!

"Zhao Xiaoning, what do you mean by this? Do you want to be the enemy of this Immortal Emperor?" Emperor Yan looked in the northwest direction, his face was very bad, because he had already seen Zhao Xiaoning and the four of them. He didn't expect Zhao Xiaoning to kill his people, you must know that he is a ninth-level Immortal Emperor, and now Zhao Xiaoning shot his people in front of him, this is simply slapping him in the face!

Zhao Xiaoning?

Which Zhao Xiaoning?

Is that Zhao Xiaoning?

An unrealistic idea rose in everyone's hearts, although they were cultivators, they also knew about the outside world, and they also knew that there was a smash hit acting school in the entertainment industry called Zhao Xiaoning. It is said that this person is not only an actor, but also a cultivator.

It's just that how could he, a cultivator, have such terrifying strength? How could he shoot an immortal?

Before anyone arrived, Zhao Xiaoning's voice rang out: "Are you enemies? Lao Tzu has many enemies, how old the are you?"

Emperor Yan's eyes were cold: "The surname is Zhao, do you really think that Emperor Ben Immortal will not dare to kill you? Although you are Jingyun's brother, but now that the two of you have broken up, even if I kill you, he has nothing to say, right?"

Whoosh!

Four wind-breaking sounds struck, and finally Zhao Xiaoning came here with the three ninth-level immortal emperors of Xuandong, seeing that those cultivators were only injured, Zhao Xiaoning's hanging heart also fell to the ground, and slowly looked up at Emperor Yan, with a trace of disdain on the corner of his mouth: "You want to kill me is your right, but whether you can kill me depends on your ability." ”

"Emperor Yan, although your strength is not weak, but if you start a war, you will definitely be the one who suffers. Ni Zuo said with a smile, although there were only four of them, there were three ninth-level Immortal Emperors alone, and with the strength of him and Ni You, they could completely resist Emperor Yan, while Xuandong could slaughter his subordinates.

Emperor Yan shouted angrily: "It's a shame that the three of you are still ninth-level Immortal Emperors, and you actually follow a cultivator, this is really a shame for my Immortal Realm!"

Zhao Xiaoning said impatiently: "Don't talk nonsense, if you hurt these people, either make amends, or you don't leave alive." ”

Emperor Yan smiled and said disdainfully, "It's just the four of you?

"When did I say that there were only four of us?" The corners of Zhao Xiaoning's mouth rose, and he directly sacrificed the Heaven Devouring Demon Jar and released the fifteen ninth-level Immortal Emperors...

(End of chapter)