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When Emperor Yunxiao made a move before, Elder Hua hid in the clouds, and while Emperor Yunxiao didn't notice him, three magic weapon grade silver needles shot out, and they actually broke Emperor Yunxiao's Vajra Buddha cover.

Whispering the incantation, the three silver needles were magnificent, and they once again disappeared into the flesh and muscles.

Emperor Yunxiao let out a muffled roar, a sharp hiss broke through the air, and the venom impregnated on the magic needle made him convulse, and the severe pain was by no means something ordinary people could bear.

"Old dog, do you only have such a means? ”

Emperor Yunxiao swallowed the sea and inhaled a large amount of spiritual energy, his lungs sounded like a bellows, he held his breath, and the blood in his body was completely boiling, as hot as magma.

In the distance, Elder Hua's expression was sinister and abnormal, with one successful move, three cold snow needles entered his body, and he thought that Emperor Yunxiao always had the ability to reach the sky, and he didn't want to show it again.

"Boy, wail in pain, no one can kill the true inheritance of my sect, and still be free. Destroy you, and the Qingxia Ancient Sect will definitely be in pain. ”

A touch of viciousness crept up on Elder Hua's face, and he showed a smile that the conspiracy had succeeded.

Just three silver needles can rank among the magic weapons, and this cold snow needle naturally has its domineering features.

This needle is made of the ice needle cultivated in the body of the polar snow silkworm, which is a combination of several kinds of silkworm essence and blood, plus the soul of the lonely soul and wild ghost as an evil spirit, and it has been refined for several years.

To put it mildly, this cold snow needle is a real ghost weapon, and after burrowing into the human body, it is extremely bloodthirsty, and the creatures under the ordinary true monarch can be sucked dry in a few breaths.

With the majestic essence absorbed by these three poisonous needles, this Elder Hua was able to enter the Purple Mansion level by luck in his old age.

Now that there is an opportunity to strangle an extremely powerful true disciple of the Qingxia Ancient Sect, Elder Hua's heart is extremely fanatical, and he can't wait to swallow Emperor Yunxiao's qi and blood into his stomach now.

Emperor Yunxiao's body was beating wildly, his eyes were bloodshot, but his face was full of cold murderous intent, as if the severe pain in his body could not shake his will.

"Old dog, do you really think that this king has never noticed you, although the poisonous needle is very vicious, it is a pity that you have chosen the wrong object of the means. Today, you will die!"

Emperor Yunxiao endured the severe pain, the spear was pointed, the thunderbolt exploded on a sunny day, the clouds in the sky were reversed, and wisps of darkness crawled all over the void, and I don't know when there were thundercumulus clouds shrouded.

Coldly, the countless monks below noticed a strong palpitation, and even the Elder Hua, who thought that he was in control of everything, also sensed that something was wrong, but he didn't see the reason.

His natural alertness made him take a few steps back, but not wanting to seem to have bumped into something, he jerked back and saw what had left him in horror.

A young monk who was the same as Emperor Yunxiao, only wearing a purple dragon robe, stood alone, his eyes were cold, the corners of his eyes were tattooed with dragon shadows, and his qi and blood were boiling and pressing the surrounding void to distort.

"If you hurt the deity, do you still want to leave, bury it here completely, die in the hands of this seat, it can be regarded as your great luck!"

The thunder clone glanced at Elder Hua, who was in a state of revenishment, and a few wisps of thunder runes shone brightly, and three purple thunder dragons suddenly appeared above his head.

Unlike the toad demon that was killed a few months ago, the body of these three thunder dragons swelled a lot, and it was more than twenty zhang long, and the aura they emitted swallowed the sky and the earth, comparable to the demon cultivator who had just entered the Purple Mansion.

The three dragons swallowed the thunder, and there was a little more smart color in Sen Han's pupils, and the dragon's tail swayed, like the will of heaven above the nine heavens to punish the world.

Many thunder dragons let out a sonorous roar, circling around Elder Hua, and the lantern-sized dragon's eye continued to spew out lightning, shocking Elder Hua's heart and gall!

"Thunder Dragon, you are the ThunderClan royal family?"

Elder Hua's hair exploded, and he exclaimed, his face turned pale and his blood receded.

In the extraterritorial battlefield, the only one who can control the Thunder Spirit True Dragon is the famous medieval Thunder Clan royal clan, which is a terrifying clan that can compete with the Holy Land.

The Thunder Clan has a great reputation in the extraterritorial battlefield, and there are many royal clans that are extremely feared by all races, although he is the elder of the Purple Mansion of the Taihe Sect, he definitely does not dare to fight with the Thunder Clan royal clan.

At this moment, seeing the three-headed thunder dragon true spirit around him, faintly exuding the majesty of the Purple Mansion, Elder Hua was already so frightened that the three souls and seven spirits were unstable, and he stumbled and wanted to escape.

It's just that how could the thunder clone do what he wanted, and with a wave of his hand, the thunder dragon with three heads of dense scale armor and the aura of ten thousand beasts was subdued, and burst out with a frightening roar.

The lightning and thunder were incessant, and Elder Hua was embarrassed, dodging the splattering thunder in all directions.

Just when he couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to escape in a bloody way, a giant hand actually grabbed him in his hand with the power of thunder, it was Emperor Yunxiao.

"How can you endure the pain of the cold and snow needles entering your body?"

Seeing that Di Yunxiao appeared in front of him, and the other party's face was even more painless, Elder Hua was shocked, and hurriedly urged the cold snow needle, wanting to make Di Yunxiao feel pain and let go.

It's a pity that no matter how much he urges the Fa, those three cold snow needles are like mud cows entering the sea, and they don't make the slightest waves.

At this time, Elder Hua couldn't guess that the three cold snow needles had cut off contact with him.

"Old dog, are you thinking about these three silver needles?"

Emperor Yunxiao sneered, his golden eyes were full of teasing, and he held three finger-long silver needles in his left hand, which were the cold snow needles that had raged in his heart before, causing him to almost be seriously injured.

"You..."

Elder Hua's soul was so angry that he wanted to say something more, but Di Yunxiao didn't give him a chance, and three silver needles shot out, all of which were submerged into Elder Hua's mouth.

A terrible scream rang out, and three silver needles pierced Elder Hua's mouthpiece, making him feel painful, but he couldn't speak, only let out a sharp howl.

"Noisy old dog, I told you a long time ago, the world is impermanent, don't really treat yourself as a dish. This king wants to kill a purple mansion like you, if you slaughter a dog!"

Emperor Yunxiao's palm exerted force, and the force of 100,000 jin was issued, directly breaking the bones pinched by Elder Hua, and the clicking sound was heard in the ears of countless monks, and it was not reprimanded by Yama's life-saving talisman.

After killing Elder Hua half and sealing the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, Emperor Yunxiao threw him to the ground.

On the side, the thunder clone made a gesture, and the three-headed hideous thunder dragon churned down, spitting dazzling thunder light, and the three thunderbolts the thickness of the water tank beat the dying Elder Hua to ashes.

"Brother Dao, what should we do with these remnants of stragglers?"

The dignity of the Thunder Clone Emperor was fully displayed, if the Nine Heavens Emperor, overlooking the thousands of Taihe Sect monks below, the previous Elder Chen, who gave orders, would have long since disappeared now.

Hearing this, Di Yunxiao's eyelids trembled, the golden magic wheel rotated above his head, and the area where his gaze swept to, no matter who it was, felt the blood coagulate, and the hair exploded.