Fellow?!

In the aura of Zhenshan River, a group of people were inexplicably surprised.

At this moment, a burst of crazy laughter suddenly echoed in the heavens and the earth.

"What a big bug!"

"Hahahaha! The boy surnamed Hua, you have been holding back Lao Tzu for decades, and you have finally done a job! ”

"Fighting, Lao Tzu likes it the most!"

"Big bug, come on, come on! Let Lao Tzu weigh your catties! ”

"King Kong is not bad!"

"Mighty King Kong Palm!"

"Hahahaha!"

The sound of madness was rolling like thunder, and a huge golden light palm print suddenly appeared, from far to near, as if it was slowing down.

In just a short moment, the golden light palm print had been pressed to the top of the golden divine dragon's head, covering a radius of more than 100 zhang, which was not much smaller than the behemoth dragon's head.

At this time, everyone on the ground discovered that behind the huge palm print, there was a "small" figure.

It's a young man!

But the old man's muscles were knotted, like gold, shining with golden light, his beard was flamboyant, and his attitude was crazy.

The body is like King Kong, the mind is crazy, and the heart is exquisite!

The person who came was the undefeated naughty boy, the ancient three links.

He was condescending, pushing the golden light giant palm, like pushing a mountain, directly pressing the dragon's head.

"Boom!"

The energy surged, and the palm was shocking.

"Ang ——!"

The dragon's head, which was as huge as a mountain, was beaten hard.

The golden dragon groaned in pain, was dizzy and shook the dragon's head.

"Huh? Big bugs are awesome! ”

Gu Santong saw that he only hit the dragon's head with one palm, so he knew that it was not good, and with a twist of his body, he flashed a huge dragon claw that the golden dragon grabbed at him under the fury of the golden dragon.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Another voice came.

is just a voice, but it makes people hear that it is as light as a flat lake and as deep as an ancient well.

A figure appeared in the distance, walking step by step.

It seems to be extremely slow, a very long distance, but three or two steps are taken, and it will be there in an instant.

This is a middle-aged monk dressed in white and looking like a middle-aged monk.

The monk looked up and glanced at the golden dragon that stretched across the horizon, revealing a look of amazement.

The next moment, he had slowly raised his hand, his fingers like a sword, from top to bottom, with a slight stroke.

An invisible wave shot out, distorting the void.

It is formless, colorless, and phaseless, but just by looking at it, several people in the aura suddenly feel a kind of relaxation, and it seems that in an instant, they let go of their boundless troubles.

Exactly: the clear sky is harmonious and there is no attachment, and there is no difference between life and death and nirvana. Dense round channel fruit, cut but troubles are convenient.

The emperor, the eight Sipa, slashes the troubled sword.

In the middle of this sword, the golden dragon protruded high and protruded like Feng Yue's forehead.

Jin Long was aroused by Gu Santong's anger, but at this time, he suddenly trembled, quieted down, shook his head, and seemed to be drunk.

"Roaring ——!"

In a moment, the golden dragon slammed down, and let out a shocking groan, a pair of dragon eyes surged with anger, and the dragon body danced wildly.

The clouds are from the dragon, and the wind is from the tiger.

Under the fury of the golden dragon, there was a storm all of a swell.

The dragon's tail rises high and falls heavily.

Once, twice, three times......

The light rumbling sound is endless, the boundless air waves are rolling, the mountains and the sea are overwhelming, and the sky is collapsing everywhere.

But the strange thing is that when the overwhelming waves rushed in the direction of everyone's side, they suddenly stopped.

There seemed to be an invisible barrier in front of him, making it difficult for the air waves that were enough to destroy the mountains and the earth to cross the thunder pool by half a step.

The wind is upside down, and the clouds are rushing back.

The two phases meet, forming a huge vortex.

Wrapped in billowing dust and smoke, it spins like a ball.

"A song goes up the ladder, and Wuji performs Tai Chi."

An old Taoist with a wide body, turtle-shaped crane back, wearing a shabby Taoist robe, white hair and white beard, sang Taoist songs, and stepped into the air.

It is a generation of grandmasters, Wudang Zhang, Zhang Sanfeng.

The mysterious masters who appeared one after another made the people in the aura dizzy and surprised.

"Where did so many strongmen come from in this place of calamity?"

Xiaoqing muttered a little sluggishly.

Bai Suzhen beside her is not much better than her.

Her Taoism is much higher than Xiaoqing's, and she can see the horror of these people who suddenly appear.

They don't have the slightest mana on their bodies, but their gestures contain unique Dao essences, and every move is affecting the qi between heaven and earth.

The power hidden in her body made her feel frightened.

Like a calm volcano, if you don't move, the sky will fall.

There are some similarities with the legendary gods who specialize in cultivating one of the powers.

Among several people, especially the white-haired and white-bearded old way frightened her the most.

If the sea of Dharma is almost the unity of Buddha and me, this old way is already the heart of the Tao is harmonious, if you can take another step forward, it is a step to ascend to the sky, rank in the immortal class, and be called the ancestor.

They were amazed, and a few zombies on the side had completely fallen into self-doubt.

What surprised them even more was that this old way was not the last.

There were also three figures, which appeared slowly from a distance.

A middle-aged man with long hair is scattered, and a black braid is wrapped around the neck, hanging straight down to the chest and abdomen.

The Confucian robe is fluttering, and the bearing is elegant and calm, like a mountain.

A long spear in his hand, before anyone arrived, the gun had arrived, and a brilliant spark exploded in the air.

Guns are like dragons, flowers are like rainbows, weeping ghosts and gods, and they are amazing.

Amazing shot, amazing shot, only God Hou Zhuge .

A woman's clothes fluttering, like riding the wind. Dressed in white and snowy, with long hair like clouds. Graceful, like a fairy.

Beautiful, as beautiful as the moon in the sky at night.

A bright moon that is more dazzling than the sun in the sky.

She walked step by step, each step making the void tremble, and the sunlight was distorted, light and dark uncertain.

The expression is cold, high up, like a god and a demon.

Such a character, who is the invitation to the moon?

There is also a big man, not a monk or a monk, not a Confucian or a vulgar, with a bearded face, stepping on a golden sword, and ten thousand golden swords around him.

Seeing the golden dragon in the air winding like a mountain, he laughed, raised the big gourd on his waist, and drank it to the sky.

"Heaven and earth, humane sword, righteous and evil, self-righteousness! Happy! ”

"Flower boy, you owe me Yan Chixia ten jars of good wine!"

"Hahahaha! Nine days of dragon roaring, ten thousand swords flying together! ”

Six people in front and behind, moving in unison.

Zhuge Shenhou's gun is amazing,

Invite the moon to press out with a palm, obviously like jade,

Yan Chixia and ten thousand swords fly together,

The ancient three-way fist is like King Kong, angry eyes and demons,

One finger of the eight Sipa is like a sword, cutting the heart but not the body,

Zhang Sanfeng pulled his back with his chest, his shoulders and elbows, like a seal,

Six completely different and earth-shattering forces attacked the golden divine dragon in unison.

"Ang ——!"

The dragon roared and shook the sky, and golden dragon scales and golden dragon blood were sprinkled all over the sky.

In one shot, the golden dragon was severely damaged, and the huge dragon body suddenly shrank a lot.

Hua Kai held a jade sword in his hand, and his expression did not move.

The golden divine dragon was hit hard, but it didn't make his face relax solemnly.

Since calling out the six people, he has been like this, his face is calm, motionless, and he has not shot with the six people.

Because he was looking for where the "catastrophe of destruction" came from......