Text 670: Thirty-six generations of Maoshan faction

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"Block me!"

A few underworld generals rushed forward with dozens of Yin soldiers to display all their magical powers. ☆→☆→，

"Let's go down the mountain, there is no so-called killing array in front of us!"

"You'd rather be shrunken turtles, but we don't!"

"Yes, we would rather kill that enemy and die at the hands of that enemy than die here for no reason. ”

More than a dozen young men looked at the huge beast as large as the mountain, and they were already frightened, and turned around and fled.

Moment......

Just a few hundred meters away.

"Give me back!"

Several people in charge hurriedly shouted.

"Look, there's no killing array. They obviously don't want us to go down the mountain and wait here to die!"

"Yes, everyone will go down the mountain, and wait for the lord of the mansion to come back and punish him......"

"Ahh

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

The space distorted, and the dozen or so young men exploded in an instant, turning into a blood mist.

"What's going on...... How could it be ......"

The ghosts, who had just been about to descend the mountain, stopped in their tracks, looking shocked.

"The killing array laid below, the ghost king enters and there is no life. Assemble quickly and break through in the southwest direction!"

A middle-aged man shouted loudly.

"Ah......h

The Yin soldiers who blocked the Netherworld were jointly impacted by several powerful Nether Beasts, and they were smashed to pieces, and the dust behind them was flying, and more Nether Beasts rushed towards them.

"Oh no, I'm going to rush in!"

"Get out of the way!"

The old man flicked his sleeves, and a dark mist rolled over there.

Several of the underworld beasts at the front exploded with a bang, and the blood mist rolled, forming a wall dozens of meters high.

"Bang!"

A mountain-like claw slammed against the wall of blood mist.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the wall where the blood mist was condensed collapsed. Several mountain-sized beasts rushed in......

It wielded its huge claws, and any ghost that was touched directly looked at the blood mist.

"Oh my God!"

"It's a saber-toothed dragon!"

"Little thief, the old man and you are not finished!"

……

On a dead old tree on the top of the mountain not far away, Gu Ren sat cross-legged with bloodstains.

A golden lotus flower hovers overhead, rippling with layers of purple ripples around it. A finger-thick purple qi surrounded his body, like a swimming dragon.

The wounds on his body healed as quickly as the naked eye could see.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten minutes passed, and the purple qi on his body gradually dissipated. As soon as he stretched his hand, the golden lotus flower above his head fell into his hand.

Only then did you open your eyes.

"The resistance is not bad......"

Gu Ren looked at the opposite halfway up the mountain with interest, and a little smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,

There was a mist of blood and dust, and the mountains were shaking......

The remnants of the Yang Mansion fought together with the underworld beasts that rushed down. Numerous casualties were immense.

An old man armed with a golden ring and a golden skeleton fought to the death in the air.

I have to say that this old man is quite powerful, at least at the level of the mansion master. Fortunately, the golden skeleton was also powerful, and the mountains and rocks flew between the gestures, and the power of the law surged and the space was distorted.

"It's not early. It's time to withdraw...... When this beast is defeated, there will be a few remnants left in the Yang Mansion at most, and after the others return from the world, they will destroy him again, just chicken!"

The chicken manifested, flapping its wings and levitating in the air.

"Wow...... Master, you're amazing!"

Seeing the situation on the opposite mountain, Mi Ji immediately guessed Gu Ren's means.

"Since they like to pretend to play ambushes, if they don't cooperate, it's not that they're sorry for other people's hard work. ”

Gu Ren quipped.

Yang Fu dared to play yin to pit him, he didn't mind playing yin with yin.

"Gu Living Buddha is a good means. In this way, this Yang Mansion is completely abolished......"

An abrupt voice sounded next to Gu Ren.

Gu Ren hurriedly turned sideways and saw a middle-aged old Taoist priest standing on the branch next to him, smiling, startled, the killing intent was released, and he smashed it with a fist.

"Slowly...... ...... own people"

The Taoist priest saw Gu Ren swing his fist and hurriedly dodged, falling from the branch with a pop. The wolf bèi fell to the ground.

When the chicken opened its mouth, there was a flame, and with a bang, the clothes on the Taoist priest's body burned instantly, and he hurriedly rolled back and forth to extinguish the flames.

The chicken spreads its wings and rushes down. Sharp claws glittered.

"Stop...... Living Buddha, don't let that rooster catch me, my own people!"

The Taoist priest was so frightened that he hurriedly covered his eyes.

Gu Ren's arm was raised, and the chicken was suspended one meter above the Taoist priest, his steel-like black and sharp claws flashing with cold light, staring at the Taoist priest. As long as the signs are slightly wrong, this Taoist priest can be torn to pieces.

"Who are you?"

Gu Ren stared coldly at the middle-aged Taoist priest.

This Taoist priest actually knew that he was a living Buddha. Apparently knew him. can appear quietly by his side, he hasn't noticed it yet, and his cultivation is not weak.

Be absolutely cautious.

"Oops, my hands and arms...... What kind of flame is this, so domineering. Living Buddha, let your pet step aside, don't accidentally breathe another fire out......"

The middle-aged Taoist priest stood up one by one, hurriedly extinguished the fire on his sleeve, and looked nervously at the chicken while rubbing his hands.

Gu Ren waved his hand.

The chicken flapped its wings and flew back to the branches.

"Oops...... I knew I wouldn't have used this damn flying flag, it almost cost me my life......"

The middle-aged Taoist priest had palpitations.

"Living Buddha, in the thirty-sixth generation of the Maoshan faction of Xialonghu Mountain, Xianbao Zhenren Jia Yi. I heard that you are also good at Maoshan Taoism, and you must also be a disciple of our Maoshan Tangkou. This is a serious person. ”

The middle-aged Taoist priest said.

"Xianbao real fake Taoist priest, you can't be the Taoist priest who sent Wu Ying to the underworld to get separated, right?"

Gu Ren asked.

"Ahem, ahem...... It's me. That one...... Poor monk... Poor Dao is a true Taoist, not a false Taoist...... The thirty-six generations of authentic descendants of the Maoshan faction have the token of the ancestor. ”

The middle-aged Taoist priest hurriedly took off a white jade pendant from his waist and shook it for Gu Ren.

"Uh, whether you are a true Taoist priest or a fake Taoist priest, how do you know about me?"

Gu Ren's unkind eyes stared at the middle-aged Taoist priest, as long as he dared to lie, he promised that he would not want to return to the yang world in his life.

"That poor Dao lost the daughter of the martial family, hurried to the capital city, bought some information from Bao inquired, and learned about the grievances between you and several major underworlds. Seeing that the time for the return of the martial family's daughter was approaching, he hurriedly used the magic weapon left by the ancestor to chase the soul for thousands of miles, isn't this just out of here. ”

The middle-aged Taoist priest explained.

"In this way, the Dao Master can cast a thousand miles to chase the soul, and his cultivation should be extraordinary...... Meet!"

Gu Ren clenched his fists.

Hearing what this Taoist priest said, he was basically sure that he was not lying, and he should be a disciple of the Maoshan faction. This thousand-mile soul chasing thread is a high-level technique of the Maoshan faction, and even he may not be able to perform it.

"The living Buddha is a joke, how can the poor Dao have such cultivation, and it is barely performed once after eating the five-turn Su Yan Dan left by the ancestor......"

The middle-aged Taoist priest blushed and said embarrassedly. (To be continued.) )