As soon as he heard his junior brother's question, Yang Death immediately shook his head, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled at the worried junior disciples, and said, "Don't worry, I'm very strong, I won't die in this kind of place......"

"Senior brother, all of them blame me!"

Hear this. Jiang Yifeng choked even more, and said tremblingly: "If it weren't for me to block that knife, you wouldn't have ...... Nor will it ...... Senior brother, it's useless to be a junior brother......"

Speaking of this, Jiang Yifeng gave himself a big mouth with a 'snap', Yang Death hurriedly grabbed Jiang Yifeng's hand, glared and shouted: "Yifeng, you don't talk nonsense!" What our senior brothers have learned is different, you have the worst Taoism, of course I can't ignore you as a senior brother! ”

"It's useless...... It's useless ......."

As he spoke, he saw Jiang Yifeng take out a burden from the arms of his loose robe and open it. There were a few things wrapped in it that were like land mines, and before Bai Long and I could see clearly, Jiang Yifeng had already thrown all those things on the ground and stepped on them, and scolded angrily: "I really regret it!" Why didn't I study the Tao well, why did I study these useless things every day! I'm useless! It's useless to blame me! ”

"Heh, you don't know what's the use until now!"

The other little Taoist suddenly snorted with disdain, glanced at Jiang Yifeng and said, "Just tell me about your broken things, what kind of heavenly thunder!" What a return to dragon thunder! You've thrown out so many of them, and I haven't seen a single one! ”

As soon as the little Taoist priest said this, Jiang Yifeng lowered his head in shame, if it wasn't for Yang Daoye, who was standing on the side, glaring at the little Taoist priest in time, I'm afraid he would have to continue......

"It's useless now, sooner or later it will definitely be useful!"

Jiang Yifeng suddenly glared again, wiped away his tears, and roared with red eyes: "One day, I will let these dead brothers come back to life one by one, and avenge myself for myself!" I want them all to come back to life......"

Jiang Yifeng had just said this, and suddenly he heard an explosion coming from the door of the main hall beside him, and with the sound of the explosion, the closed door of the main hall shattered and collapsed with a bang, and several small Taoist priests flew out from inside......

Immediately after him, he chased out with sharp weapons and several masked men in black robes......

"These people are really haunted!"

Seeing that another black-robed person appeared, Yang Death suddenly glared, and hurriedly shouted at the three junior disciples: "You three listen to the order, this nephew is the last bloodline of Senior Brother Cong Yun and even my Heavenly Master Dao, even if you sacrifice your own life, you have to take him down the mountain alive for me!" Hear no! ”

"Command!"

The three little Taoist priests shouted in unison with firm eyes, and Yang Death turned around and rushed towards the black-clothed people who rushed down the steps of the palace......

"You guys go quickly. I'll cover for you! ”

"Senior Brother Yang died!"

"Less nonsense! Take the kids away! Take the kids away! ”

Yang Death roared angrily as he rushed up the steps, although he was seriously injured, he had already made a sharp move, and formed a magic seal between his raised hands. A thunderbolt had already rushed towards the black-clothed people, frightening several black-clothed people to quickly dodge to both sides, but there was still a black-clothed man who didn't have time to dodge and was hit in the chest by the thunderbolt......

"Who the hell are you, and why did you attack my Dragon Tiger Mountain!"

Yang died for a while, and a chilling electric fire instantly flashed above his palms, which frightened several people in black and didn't dare to approach, and then he heard the voice of a junior brother behind him-

"Senior brother! I'm here to help! ”

Yang Death swept away, and the little Taoist priest who had just blamed Jiang Yifeng had already rushed to Yang Death's back with a long sword in his hand, and Yang Death hurriedly exclaimed: "Senior brother, you also protect the child and leave." Here's where I'm ......."

"No, the master is not thin on me, I want to live and die with Longhu Mountain!"

The little Taoist priest stopped behind Yang Death as he spoke, and saw that his gaze was firm. The situation was urgent, so Yang Yu didn't say anything more, nodded his head and suddenly sneered-

"Excellent! The great kindness of the master and his old man to our brother will never be repaid, and today you and my brother will repay the teacher with their lives. ...... with Longhu Mountain Ah......h

Yang didn't finish speaking, but the voice had already turned into a miserable scream, and Bai Long and I looked at it behind us, and we were even more shocked.

I saw the junior brother who had just rushed behind him. Unexpectedly, he had already stabbed the long sword in his hand into Yang Death's back......

"Division...... Bro...... You ......"

Yang Die's body shook slightly, and finally he could no longer support his scarred body, and he fell to the ground on one knee with a 'poof', and the junior brother had already taken the opportunity to pull out the sword, and raised it high above his head, and said with a hideous smile: "Senior brother, let the junior brother come to see you on this last journey......

"Why...... Why are you hurting me......"

"The Tao is not the same, the Heavenly Master Dao has existed for thousands of years and has been decaying for thousands of years, causing my witch sect to survive like a rat crossing the street, today is the day when my witch sect sees the light of day again......"

"Wiccane...... Witch Cult ...... So you're ...... too You're one of them......"

"It's too late to know this......"

"Oh, yes, it's too late......"

Yang Die smiled bitterly and shook his head, he couldn't even use the strength to speak......

"You first broke Maoshan and then destroyed the pavilion soap, and now you are committing a big offense against my Longhu Mountain, what are your intentions......"

"Attempt? Hehe, this is all the cause that Zhang Daoling planted himself back then, we just want to bear a fruit on this grievance, senior brother, you can go with peace of mind! Kill you, the Ninth Strange Man first, and then I'll take the last heir of the Heavenly Master's bloodline, hehe, this time can be regarded as a great achievement......"

As he spoke, the disciple gripped the long sword tightly with both hands, aimed at Yang Death's neck and cut it off......

Seeing that the sword was about to fall on the white dragon's neck, he suddenly saw a thunderbolt shooting from the sky, no, to be precise, it should be from the top of the main hall. It had passed through the rain of blood, and with a 'whoosh' sound, it hit the heart of the disciple who raised the sword......

However, after the lightning flashed, the disciple was not directly blown away like the other people who had been hit by the thunder law, the thunder fire actually burned into a golden spell shape at his heart, and the rune was even more lightning flashing......

The disciple holding the long sword high saw it and instantly gasped, and then saw several more thunderbolts shooting from the air, and the few black-robed people standing opposite had already fallen to the ground before they could scream......

"Division...... Master ......"

The disciple was suddenly startled, and forgot to put down the sword raised above his head, and the white dragon also frowned beside me, and said, "Dragon and Tiger Mountain Shenxiao Five Thunder Technique." This is the long-lost mastery of this sect, and the last person to master this art is my grandfather...... Zhang Biqing ......"

"Shenxiao Five Thunder Technique? Thunder Fire Technique is not Maoshan's specialty? I asked.

The white dragon nodded, and said again, "That's right. The Maoshan technique is known for its thunder and fire technique, but it doesn't mean that the other two mountains don't have thunder and fire moves, but they don't have many inheritances......"

As soon as Bai Long said this, he saw that on the top of the hazy hall, an old man with fairy wind and bones and thin bones had slowly walked out, wearing an old Taoist robe, wearing a purple and gold crown, with horizontal eyebrows and crane hair, and looked down at the steps with his hands behind his back......

As soon as the old man appeared, he was so frightened that the disciple raised his sword and knelt on the ground with a 'poof', threw the long sword in his hand and began to bow again and again, exclaiming, 'Master spares his life'. Obviously, he is the last generation of Heavenly Master of Maoshan, Zhang Biqing......

"You are all orphans who I brought up to the mountain, and you have been chanting and learning from me since you were a child, but you did not expect that now you have been deceived by traitors and cultivated such mental skills, which is really sad and lamentable...... It doesn't matter if you're sorry for me, but you may be worthy of your own conscience for killing your fellow disciples and deceiving your ancestors? Worthy of this vast heavenly way? ”

"Master...... Master, spare your life, master......"

The disciple kowtowed like garlic, and was so frightened that he couldn't speak.

Who knew that at this moment, another group of black-robed people had surrounded the old Taoist priest who stood proudly on the top of the hall from the surrounding area, among which there were several middle-aged and elderly Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes, who were obviously traitors to Longhu Mountain, and looking at their age and the skill of jumping on the top of the palace, it was obvious that they were all senior masters......