Chapter 719: Sloppy Old Dao Casting Spells

Only a quarter of an hour passed, and some disciples who had cultivated weakly, their teeth began to chatter, and finally they couldn't hold on, and they sat on the ground, panting like a cow, sweating like rain and asking, "Deacon, how long will it take for Uncle Shi to arrive!"

He only has the peak cultivation of the Martial Emperor, and he can persist for a quarter of an hour under the pressure of Wang Yangming's power, which shows that his willpower is still relatively tenacious.

Even with the momentum, Wang Yangming did not use all his strength.

But this is enough to show that the disciples of the Heavenly Mandate Palace have a not weak foundation and a very solid foundation.

"I... I... I can't hold on anymore!"

Another disciple fell, and soon collapsed a large area, and those who could still hold on were all disciples who had cultivated to reach the peak of Wuzun.

Looking around, there are only hundreds of people!

"Haven't you come out yet?"

Wang Yangming frowned slightly, his eyes looked at the foothills of a hundred miles away, and he always felt that there was an obscure aura inside, if it weren't for his cultivation of Confucianism and Taoism, and his divine thoughts were strong, otherwise he wouldn't have found it.

"Since you want to see it, then I'll let you see enough. ”

Wang Yangming thought about it for a while, and showed a sneer, it was ridiculous to compare his IQ with him! So he ordered Cheng Chubi, who was rubbing his fists on the side: "Chubi, don't you want to destroy the Heavenly Mandate Palace? I agree to your request, go ahead!"

"Me, are you really letting me do it?"

Cheng Chubi asked, he always felt that there was a ghost in this matter, but he had always been bold and didn't think much about it, grabbed two axes, his face was full of excitement, and he almost couldn't help but chant a poem to express his mood at the moment.

What's the matter?

In one word, it is dry!

Even if there are ghosts in this matter, Cheng Biting Jin, Zeng Guofan, and Wang Yangming are here, there will be no major incident.

Therefore, Cheng Chubi, who had a tendon, rushed down headlong with a sky-full aura in Cheng Biting Jin's speechless gaze.

"This ...... Fool, I'm so smart, how can I have a son, I'm a fool?

Seeing the stunned Qing Cheng Chubi, Cheng bit the gold for a toothache, and always felt that he had done something stupid in his previous life.

Forget it, this number must be scrapped!

Wait until you find a wife and create another number......

By the way, you can ask the king to summon his wife from his previous life......

"Three-plate axe!"

"Type 1, double axe splitting the ground!"

When he was only a hundred zhang away from the ground, Cheng Chubi's momentum was on the side, and his lazy momentum instantly became sharp, and the two axes were raised, bursting out with dazzling light.

The unwavering face bloomed with terrifying murderous intent and monstrous intent.

A terrifying momentum that swallows thousands of miles like a tiger fills the eight wildernesses and seas.

"Yes, the talent is good. ”

Wang Yangming's eyes lit up slightly, revealing a look of appreciation, and even Zeng Guofan, who was known as a half-saint, nodded secretly.

"Prince, how is this son?"

Zeng Guofan asked.

The two are in the same vein, which is equivalent to the master and apprentice of the next generation, so the relationship is very good, in Boya's words, they are like bosom friends with each other, or the kind of next generation.

"Don't seek to be crowned, you can also achieve people!"

Wang Yangming thought about it for a while, said a pertinent answer, and after Cheng bit Jin's ear, this guy completely forgot what he said just now, and the corners of his mouth turned up, very proud.

If it weren't for the strong strength of Wang Yangming and Zeng Guofan, maybe they would have started to fight!

"How does it compare to Xuan Ce?"

Zeng Guofan asked again.

"Strong!"

After Wang Yangming spit out this word, he didn't speak, and he didn't know whether he was paying attention to Cheng Chubi, or the foothills in the distance, or both?

"Heart!"

Zeng Guofan didn't ask, looked at Cheng Chubi, and made the final conclusion, as for the final achievements of the two, he couldn't comment, but from the perspective of psychology, it was undoubtedly Cheng Chubi's state of mind, which was more determined.

How can this be seen?

It can be seen from the fact that the Xuance Sage refused Wang Yangming to come to the Heavenly Mandate Palace.

............

"It's over, they're done! Uncle Shi hasn't come back yet, we're dead!"

Looking at the chaotic demon god-like Cheng Chubi, the eyes of the disciples of the Heavenly Mandate Palace showed despair, and they only felt that the end of the world was coming.

This seems to be a dead end, unsolvable!

"God will kill me!"

The deacons didn't make a move, they closed their eyes one after another, as a half-saint powerhouse, they knew the gap with the martial saint, a thousand half-saints, none of them could hurt the foundation martial saint in the slightest.

............

"Alas, Destiny ......"

"Senior Brother Destiny, the reason why I didn't come is because I know that if I go against the Tang Kingdom, I will definitely die. ”

"At the beginning, I also persuaded you, but it's a pity that you took my words as a deaf ear and continued to attack the Tang Kingdom. ”

"Now, not only did I lose my life in vain, but I also pulled the Heavenly Mandate Palace into the abyss, and I also pit my junior brother and me into the road of no return. ”

"The meaning of the drunkard is both in the Heavenly Mandate Palace and on me!"

The foothills in the distance were filled with a foul smell, and the nearby demon beasts all showed disgusted eyes and hid aside.

The sloppy old man leaned against a big tree and his face was depressed.

He belongs to the fire at the city gate, and the fish in the pond are affected!

"However, no matter what, Lao Dao is an elder of the Heavenly Mandate Palace, and it is impossible to let the Heavenly Mandate Palace be destroyed. ”

Then, Lao Dao's face was angry, his hands waved violently, and hundreds of millions of Xuanguang bloomed, forming a rune paper, flying towards the Heavenly Mandate Palace.

"Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang, shelter!"

With a soft shout, it resounded throughout the universe, and the golden rune paper, before Cheng Chubi's attack fell, turned into a golden barrier, sheltering tens of thousands of disciples of the Heavenly Mandate Palace.

"Boom ......"

As soon as the barrier was formed, Cheng Chubi's attacks came one after another, hitting with a huge sound, and a crack spread all around, causing the surrounding sky to collapse.

Rumble......

Boom......

The powerful air wave swept in all directions, and the surrounding more than a dozen huge mountains burst into dust, and within a radius of a hundred miles, they all felt obvious vibrations, and the wind was fierce, and the ancient trees that had lived for thousands of years grew luxuriantly, and they were also blown bare by this gust of wind.

"I didn't expect that the three elders of the Heavenly Mandate Palace were actually Taoist disciples!"

At this time, Wang Yangming spoke up, his sleeves waved, and the terrifying vision was like going back in time and space, disappearing, but it still left a ravine, and the groundwater was visible.

"Who are you, and how do you know Taoism?"

The sloppy old man's complexion changed drastically, and his peaceful eyes were boiling with murderous intent.

Taoist spells have always been his secret.

Because, there is an evil saying in the Continent of All Nations that anyone who cultivates Taoist spells will die for no reason.

Moreover, there are many strange ways to die!

"I am the Tang Kingdom, and the representative of Xinxue is Wang Yangming!"

Wang Yangming laughed softly, and his figure gradually faded, but the next moment, a sloppy old man appeared.

It's so fast, like a gust of wind, it's elusive!

"Taoist supernatural powers, shrinking the ground into inches, how can you ......"

The sloppy old man was stunned for a moment, pointed at Wang Yangming, and for a while, he didn't know how to continue.

Is his mood at the moment surprise or panic?

After many years of loneliness, he thought that he was the last person to cultivate the Dao Fa in the Continent of All Nations, and this idea had taken root in his heart, like a tree.

(End of chapter)