With the sweep of this coercion, the blood cloud in front of Mao Xiaoming was instantly knocked out and fell to the ground, and those powerful ghost kings floating in the air were also oppressed and had to crawl on the ground. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Even the disciples of Maoshan knelt down in front of Mao Xiaoming without exception, and the elder level was not spared.

Ji Hao, who was outside the square, was also affected by this coercion, and his legs trembled uncontrollably, wanting to kneel down.

But at this moment, Ji Hao felt someone appear behind him, and before he could turn around, he felt an extra hand on his shoulder.

It's strange to say, after being held down by this hand, Ji Hao can no longer feel the impact of that coercion, and a familiar voice sounded in his ears.

"Don't kneel! This person is not worthy of your knees! ”

"Master!"

Hearing this voice, Ji Hao was shocked and turned his head to look. Isn't the master of this hand on his shoulder his own master?

"Master, why are you here?"

Seeing Qingfeng Dao Chief, Ji Hao even forgot what the situation was now.

Qingfeng Daoist did not answer Ji Hao's words, but looked at Mao Xiaoming in the center of the square, and then looked at Ji Hao, and said in a very serious tone: "Xiao Hao." You remember, in the whole heaven and earth, although there are people who can make you kneel, there are not many, but the person who has come down now, he is not qualified to let you kneel! ”

"Master......"

Hearing Qingfeng Dao Chief's words, Ji Hao looked confused, he didn't understand the meaning of Qingfeng Dao Chief's words, why couldn't he kneel casually? I don't look like a casual kneeling person. Moreover, Master seems to know something.

Seeing Ji Hao's expression, Qingfeng Dao Chang knew that what he just said was in vain. But he didn't mind, because Qingfeng Dao Chang felt that as long as he let Ji Hao know, he couldn't kneel casually.

Now the entire peak of Maoshan Mountain is shrouded in this coercion, and the people who can stand, except for Ji Hao and Qingfeng Dao Chang, are only the Western Ghost King, Phantom Yi.

In the midst of this coercion, Phantom continued to float in the air as if he was not oppressed by this coercion.

"Mao Xiaoming" first looked at the heaven and earth oven above his head, and his eyes showed the same color. Then his gaze swept over the phantom clothes and Qingfeng Dao Chief, and then looked at Ji Hao. Ji Hao found that the gaze of "Mao Xiaoming" revealed a sense of coldness, which made his eyes hurt.

After sweeping the audience, in the end, "Mao Xiaoming" fell his eyes on the blood cloud that fell to the ground.

"It's just that you are not ashamed to say that you want to destroy my Maoshan Daotong?"

"Mao Xiaoming" didn't speak, but an unfamiliar voice came from him.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Xueyun coughed a few times while holding his chest, trying to stand up, but it happened as if a five-fingered mountain had been pressed on his body, and the pressure was constantly sweeping, making people breathless.

"Ahem! I don't know who your Excellency is? ”

Xueyun looked at Mao Xiaoming, who seemed to be a changed person, and his eyes were full of fear.

"After just a few words, he was about to suffocate to death, this person is so terrifying, who is he?"

Although he had long forgotten what it was like to suffocate, Xueyun knew that the feeling of being pinched by someone's throat just now was suffocation!

"Poor Dao, Maoshan, the thirteenth generation of patriarchs!"

When "Mao Xiaoming" said this, he didn't even blink his eyelids, but when it fell on the ears of all Maoshan disciples, it was no less than a thunderclap. Even the ghost king of the Quartet and Ji Hao also turned up a stormy look in their hearts, staring at the thirteenth generation ancestor of Maoshan with their eyes.

Only Qingfeng Dao said secretly in his heart: Sure enough, it's him.

"Meet the Patriarch! Please also ask the ancestor to take action, get rid of the ghosts, and strengthen my Maoshan Mountain! ”

After all the disciples of Maoshan shook for a while, under the leadership of the Great Elder, they pounced and knocked their heads to the ground.

The disciples requested, coupled with these powerful ghosts, their hands were stained with the blood of Maoshan disciples, and there was no reason to let them go.

Therefore, "Mao Xiaoming" stretched out his hand towards the blood cloud, and he didn't see him seal or chant mantras, but he saw a thunderball appear in the palm of "Mao Xiaoming's" hand, and then went straight to the place where the blood cloud was.

The thunder flashed, there was no noise, no smoke and dust, and where the blood cloud was, there was only a large charred hole, which was one or two meters wide.

Seeing this scene, the remaining barbarian ghosts and Youyue gasped in unison.

After extinguishing the blood cloud, "Mao Xiaoming" turned his gaze to the phantom clothes that were still flying in the air.

The ghost king phantom clothes, seeing "Mao Xiaoming" looking at her, not only was he not afraid, but he showed excitement, as if this "Mao Xiaoming" was an opponent worthy of her shot.

Obviously, Phantom Yi's excited expression angered "Mao Xiaoming", and when he raised his hand and wanted to make a move on Phantom Yi.

"Tsing Yi, stop."

"Huh."

On the square, all the eyes of all the people followed the sound and looked at the past, only to see that on the edge of the square, I don't know when, an old man and a young man appeared.

Seeing that old man, the pupils in the eyes of "Mao Xiaoming" shrank, and he said in a deep voice: "Qingfeng!" Are you going to stop me? ”

"Humph! If you kill someone else, Poor Dao can't control it, but this person, Poor Dao needs to protect her life. Qingfeng Dao snorted coldly.

"What if, I say no?" "Mao Xiaoming" said angrily.

"Then you can try it, whether you start quickly, or I save her quickly." Qingfeng Dao Chang said lightly.

"Humph!"

Seeing that Qingfeng Dao Chang was so determined, "Mao Xiaoming" had no choice but to snort coldly and give up the phantom clothes.

Although Qingfeng Dao Chang and "Mao Xiaoming" only spoke a few words, the conversation between the two shocked the entire square.

Who is this old way? Dare to talk to the patriarch like this.

He seems to know the patriarch? But the patriarch is the thirteenth generation of the teacher, and according to time, he is a person from the Sui and Tang dynasties.

This old Taoist is actually threatening the ancestor!

What, the patriarch actually compromised! What is the origin of this old way?

Even Ji Hao seems to have reacquainted himself with his master, thinking that his master is the first in the yang world, he is already very good. But he didn't expect that in the face of the characters of a thousand years ago, the master was still true, and he was still on the top.

At this time, the Qingfeng Dao was long, and it felt like a layer of fog to Ji Hao.

"Master, what secrets do you still have, I don't know."

Suddenly, in the oven above "Mao Xiaoming", there was a terrible roar of Di Xin.

And the "Mao Xiaoming" below is a golden long sword condensed in his hand, the long sword flew out, with the finger of "Mao Xiaoming", and in Ji Hao's shocked gaze, one changed to two, two to four.....

In an instant, there were hundreds of golden long swords, appeared in the square, between the whistling, I saw the sword light flying, countless terrible screams, shouted from the mouth of the ghost who was crawling on the ground, and after a while, the ghost on the field was slaughtered by "Mao Xiaoming", and even the other two ghost kings, none of them were spared, and they all died on Mao Mountain.

"I haven't seen you for a thousand years, and you're still so murderous." Looking at "Mao Xiaoming" who put away the sword light, Qingfeng Dao Chang said sarcastically.

Haven't seen for a thousand years?

Everyone couldn't have imagined that this old man turned out to be a figure who had lived for thousands of years.

"My murderous spirit is heavy, it depends on whom. If it's an ordinary ghost thing, I'll go over it casually, but these, their hands are stained with the blood of my Maoshan disciples, I'll be heavy-handed, can't I? "Mao Xiaoming" looked at Qingfeng Dao and said.

Seeing the Qingfeng Daoist and the sword behind him, "Mao Xiaoming" had a disappointed look on his face and said, "Why hasn't this sword been broken yet?" ”

"How could this sword break, and who would dare to break it?" Qingfeng Dao Chief said proudly.

"Cut, people have been dead for a thousand years, leaving only a sword, who will be afraid?"

"If you have the guts, then you can cut it off."

Qingfeng Dao Chang took off his long sword, the horizontal sword was on his chest, but the corners of his mouth showed a hint of mockery.

This sword, in this world, who dares to break it, and who can break it, if it is placed thousands of years ago, as soon as this sword comes out, Wanzong surrenders, how can anyone dare to threaten to break this sword.

Looking at the sword in the hand of the Qingfeng Dao Chief, "Mao Xiaoming" still didn't make a move in the end.

"Hmph, coward." Putting away the long sword, Qingfeng Dao Chang said with contempt for "Mao Xiaoming".

"Without a master, what is the difference between this sword breaking and not stopping."

Without much entanglement, "Mao Xiaoming" turned his head to look at Phantom Yi and said strangely: "Qingfeng, why do you want to protect her?" ”

Qingfeng didn't answer this question, but just responded with silence.

But "Mao Xiaoming" understood, and he found clues on the phantom clothes.

"I know, there is only one person in this world who can make you like this, and she is the only one who can make that person like this, I can't imagine that she is actually her two souls of heaven and earth."

"Mao Xiaoming" muttered to himself, but Qingfeng Dao Chang was silent all the time.

The patriarch didn't speak, and the Maoshan disciples didn't dare to interject, not to mention, the patriarch's coercion had never been put away, so the Maoshan disciples knelt on the ground and didn't dare to say a word.

"It turns out that everything is in your calculations."

In the end, "Mao Xiaoming" said such a sentence and looked at Ji Hao, and at this time, Qingfeng Dao took a step forward and blocked the gaze of "Mao Xiaoming", with a cold look in his eyes, and said, "What do you want to do?" ”

"Sure enough!"

didn't care about the look in the eyes of the Qingfeng Dao Chief, but in the eyes of "Mao Xiaoming", there was a thoughtful look.

But at this time, in the oven of heaven and earth above, after a miserable scream, the flames began to shrink slowly, the white pillar of light gradually faded, and the oven gradually began to become illusory.

"Mao Xiaoming" didn't care about the changes above, but looked at Qingfeng Dao Chang and said with a light smile: "Good calculation, good strategy." Breeze, I'm looking forward to the next time we meet. ”

At the same time, in my heart, I praised it: "Shushan deserves to be Shushan!" ”

"It's better not to see!" Qingfeng Dao Chang said coldly.

"Hahaha, the way of heaven is running, the number of fate, you can't avoid it, Qingfeng, I'll wait for you." "Mao Xiaoming" laughed.

After finishing speaking, the coercion that oppressed everyone suddenly dispersed, and Mao Xiaoming, who was originally sitting, fell headlong to the ground.

"Ancestor! Patriarch! ”

Seeing Mao Xiaoming fall to the ground, the Great Elder hurriedly pounced, helped him up, beckoned a few people, and carried him into the Patriarch's Hall.

As for the other elders, they looked at the only surviving phantom clothes, the ancestor didn't do anything to her, they didn't know what to do, and there was the old Taoist who even the patriarch was a little afraid of, and they didn't know how to treat him.

"Xiao Hao, let's go."

Qingfeng Dao Chang pulled Ji Hao down, walked towards the bottom of the mountain, and then said to Phantom Yi, "You can go too." ”

Qingfeng Dao was about to leave, and no one on Maoshan dared to stop him, so he could only watch Ji Hao and the others go down the mountain.

Phantom Yi looked at the back of Qingfeng Dao for a long time, and then looked at Ji Hao, a look of thought flashed in his eyes, and then he turned into a black cloud and flew towards the west.