In the face of the attack of the Yanxiao Temple, more than ten monks in Canglang Mountain died instantly. Only thirty days of warriors could barely cope. But in the face of Wei Zheng's attack, they could only fend for themselves. Obviously, compared to them, the monks of Canglang Mountain are still poor.

"Call Uncle Chen, or we'll all die!" the great monk yelled at his companion.

They did not have the confidence to resist the attack of the disciples of Yan Xiao Hall. Seeing that the situation was not right, they immediately asked the elders at the door for help. When they retreated, they didn't even care about those Nangong rings with spirit stones. Life is more important than money.

All the way out of the dense forest, hundreds of miners have been killed on Cangdesolate Mountain, and only 8 of them are monks from Cangdesolate Mountain. They are all at the level of the armed forces. They are in the same field as Wei Zheng. With so many people, it's impossible to deal with five people. It's just Yan Xiaotang's reputation for decisiveness. This is not a pseudonym. Any protégé is a strong person. In the face of such a group of madmen who value life, how dare they fight.

They fought and retreated, running hundreds of miles. Their panic grew when they saw several fast figures flying around in the distance. They waved their arms and shouted loudly, "Uncle Chen, the garbage in the Yanxiao Hall is here!"

A middle-aged Huang Bao, with his hands on his back, roared in front of the monks of Cangliang Mountain, rebelling against Wei Zheng's path forward. Several other middle-aged men surrounded them, without any emotion in their eyes. It seems that Wei Zheng is a pile of dead stuff for them.

Huang Bao's middle-aged sweeper asked Wei Zheng for five, and said lightly: "You are young, you have thirty heavens of martial arts cultivation, and your talent is not weak. Give you a chance to live with me in Canglang Mountain, otherwise you will die here. ”

Huang Bao's middle-aged name is Chen Chong. He is a Taoist saint of Canglang Mountain. He is the number one person in the northwest corner of Canglang County.

The contradictions between him and Yanxiao Hall are rare. Every time I see a disciple of Yanxiao Hall, I have a love for talents in my heart. In Canglang Mountain, there are few talented disciples, but there are very few who can have a strong heart. On the contrary, such a disciple, in the small Yanxiao Palace, is not poor, which makes him envious.

For such young disciples, he will open his mouth to recruit them, but if they are rejected, they will be enemies. To avoid future trouble, they will kill them immediately.

"Phew! What a saint! He lived as a dog for a long time. He has the guts to fight us. You are really a group of shameless monks in Canglang Mountain. Huo Guang spat out and said angrily.

The disciples of Yanxiao Hall died at the hands of their peers, never complained, never regretted. This path of cultivation is brutal. When they set foot on it, they should have the consciousness of dying at any time. If none of them are so skilled, they should die. But the capitals of Canglang Prefecture and Five Snake Prefectures are specialized in such shameless and filthy things. Not only do they bully less, but they bully less. The six saints besieged Wuwujun the same, that is to say, Cangliang Mountain and Wushe Mountain can do it.

A young man pointed at his nose and scolded him. Even if Chen Chong is well-trained, he will not twitch from the corners of his mouth, and his face is slightly ruddy. In fact, six Taoist saints surrounded a group of Xiaowu kings. There is no such thing as a glorious thing.

"Haha, the winner is the king, the loser is the robber. Only a bunch of fools can compete fairly. The world is written by the victors. Besides, who knows who did it when they killed you?" said a Taoist priest who came with Chen Chong with a sneer.

He didn't feel ashamed at all about being such a big bully. For most of the monks in Canglang Mountain, whoever survives is the winner. What's more, the reputation of Canglang Mountain and Wushe Mountain was only known to the disciples and elders of the Yanxiao Palace. No one in the state capital can listen to Yan Xiaotang.

When a person is accustomed to shamelessness, he does not consider it shameless. On the contrary, he considers his means to be skilled. In addition to Chen Chong's embarrassment,

Frustrated, silent.

The dead Taoist didn't know how he was beheaded. He didn't close his eyes when he died. Obviously, he didn't feel anything about all this. However, the other monks on the desolate mountain could see clearly.

The black-robed youth who suddenly appeared rushed towards Huo Guang, holding a holy sword in his hand. He wielded the holy sword, and an invisible aura passed through, and the saint died. He was a low-level Taoist priest. He is fragile and his hair is not as good as his hair. He has a different body.

The disciples of Canglang Mountain didn't know what was happening, but Chen Chong and their Taoist priests changed their expressions from surprise to panic and fear. For the first time, Chen Zheng suddenly stepped back, his eyes were full of frightened expressions, and shouted: "Dao Huang!"

Although the other Taoist priests slowed down a step, they also quickly retreated. No, they should have fled right away. At the same time, they shouted in fear: "Dao Huang! It's the emperor!"

Wu Jun, in front of the Dao Sage, they are as small as ants, but the Dao Sage is also as small as ants in front of the Dao Sage. They are just Taoists under the Canglang Mountain. Even Chen Chong is not the best Taoist student. In front of Dao Huang, no matter what realm Dao Huang is, there is no winner.

They are cruel and shameless, but they are not fools. They hated the dead Taoist priest in their hearts. Dare to scold the Taoist priest is a waste, isn't it too long?

"Can you go?" whispered the young man in black.

With a rumble, the Taoist emperor suddenly appeared, as if a mountain had fallen, and pressed heavily on the monks of Chen Chong's Cangliang Mountain, smashing the remaining five Taoist saints of Cangliang Mountain to the ground. As for Brother Wu of Canglang Mountain, under this pressure, he instantly turned into a pile of mud.

Chen Chong's big man was pressed to the ground. At this time, in his eyes, the elders of Cangdesolate Mountain were not calm at all. He couldn't lift his head, but his eyes could see the approach of a young man in a black robe. He begged for mercy with all his life's strength: "Please, Lord, spare your life! You are a powerful Taoist priest." You shouldn't fight the Taoist priests of Cang Desolate Mountain! Your face is not worthy of being tarnished by the fool just now. ”

A fool who dares to slander Dao Huang deserves death, but if Dao Huang does anything to Dao Sheng, it is not a glorious thing. Chen Chong is not a sluggish person. He not only carried Canglang Mountain on his back, but also carried the word "face". He hoped that the young man in the black robe would spare their lives.

Although he didn't know who the terrifying young man in the black robe was, the most important thing for any strong person was his face. Sometimes, these strong men would rather die than have their reputations tarnished. He hoped that the young man in the black robe would do the same.

Xiao Wuyou walked up to Chen Chong, stepped on his head, and said expressionlessly: "When you killed our disciples, you thought you were in the realm of Dao, but they were just a group of descendants who were not even Wuzun. ”

"You... Are you Little Wuyou?" Chen Chong, no matter how stupid he was, he woke up and realized that there was only one black-robed young man in front of him, who was Huo Guangkou's hall master. It was the hall master of the Hall of Smoke. Xiao is carefree.

The reason why Yanxiao Hall can be recognized as one of the five forces is not because of how rebellious they are, but because there is a hall master in Yanxiao Palace, who is suspected of being the emperor of Taoism, and that person is Xiao Wuyou.

The reason why Xiao Wuyou is regarded as a Taoist emperor is because in the battle of killing a hundred saints by one person, no one would have thought that a first-class Taoist saint could do this. Such a thing can only be done by the Taoist emperor, so even if Xiao Wuyou never came out again, the Canglang Mansion and the Wushe Mansion have already recognized Xiao Wuyou as the Taoist emperor.

"It seems that this seat is not 200 years ago, but its fame has spread all over your ears. Little Wuyou said softly.