"Tell me the whereabouts of King Jinhai, and I'll spare your life!" Chu Wangxian said indifferently.

He came to Tianzhu this time, but he went to the ancestral land of Buddhism to explore the secrets of his previous life, instead of wasting time on King Jinhai.

When driving is blocked, it is directly run over.

However, the dark king Han Feng on the side was very dissatisfied.

King Jinhai, what a terrifying existence, invincible in Northern Tianzhu for fifty years.

Thirty years ago, the three great venerables of the mountains and seas came out together and used various means to fight against them at the foot of the Great Snow Mountain, resulting in the loss of one person and returned home.

Moreover, King Jinhai also colluded with the Venerable of the Dongying Divine Palace, the Blood Venerable of Western Europe, and the American Witch Venerable, which was not easy to deal with.

This is not a cat or a dog, just slaughtered casually, the young man is a fledgling, not afraid of things, and his tone is bigger than the sky.

"The mastiff swallowed the sky, and he had such a big breath that when he saw me, King Dorje dared to speak wildly. ”

King Dorje holds the three-edged vajra of King Ming, like an angry-eyed vajra.

His whole body crackled, and his whole body was covered with a layer of diamond color, which was a hundred times more powerful than the golden bell cover iron cloth shirt, and the mana in his body turned into a diamond mantra covering his body, known as the strongest shield.

"Ignorant child, I don't know if it's your hard head or my vajra hard pestle. ”

King Dorje holds a three-edged vajra in his hand.

At the handle, the three-sided statue of the Ming King concealed a golden light, activating the metallic spirit stone fragments in it.

The blade of the Capricorn fish's mouth stretched out abruptly, like a laser sword, constantly rubbing and resounding with the air.

This is known as the strongest alchemy technique, with the sharpest vajra.

"I'll give you a chance, kneel down in front of me, bow three times and bow nine times, and I will spare your life. ”

At this moment, King Dorje, like the legendary King of Angry Eyes, came with the strongest defense and the strongest attack, killing in one step.

"I'll also give you a chance, bow to three and nine bows, and I will spare your life. Chu Wangxian sneered at each other, also took a step forward, and gently pinched out three or five evil slashes between his shakes.

"Ignorance! I have killed fourteen people from the mountains and seas, and with you, there are fifteen people. "King Dorje was furious.

He gathered the three-edged vajra, and the golden light shot out was like a sharp long sword, constantly releasing sharp gold qi.

The air of sharp gold blew through, and the rubble on the ground exploded with a bang, turning into smoke and dust.

"It's stronger than the last time I saw it!", Han Feng's face turned pale, the power of this three-edged vajra was so terrifying, the silent sword in his hand, known as the contemporary fish intestines, was afraid that he couldn't even withstand the blow of the three-edged vajra.

This is simply the legendary supreme divine weapon.

Chu Wangxian walked easily, "Since you are so confident, let you see the real means." ”

"This sword is the first sword of Huaxia Daomen, three or five slashing evil, I don't know how many demons and evils have been killed, under this sword, there are many of you a scum of Buddhism. ”

Chu Wangxian raised his sword, moved his wrist, and slashed lightly.

"Slash!"

Chu Wangxian drank it in his mouth, like a killing god making a mantra judgment.

This slash was silent, and the power of heaven and earth seemed to condense into a thin line of sword qi, cutting through the space, and even the sky clouds were split in half.

Chu Wangxian is the eighth layer of Qi refining, this Dorje Dharma King, his strength is comparable to the first layer of Qi refining, and there is a huge disparity between the high and the low.

A sword that slashes evil spirits in three or five carries the spiritual power of the eighth layer of qi refining, and a sword is like a sky-high wind blade to cut through.

"Whoosh!"

King Dorje's waist was cold, and a feeling of terror swept through his body. His body was separated from top to bottom, as if sawed by a sharp chainsaw.

"Ahh

King Dorje looked down again, and his upper body was in the air, and the two legs of his lower body were stepping forward by inertia.

"How is this possible!"

There was a wild cry in the wilderness, it was the cold wind and Lan Jing, and their faces were also pale, not to mention the war monks who surrounded them, all of them were terrified.

Dozens of meters away, a row of houses collapsed like building blocks.

This is the king of Dorje, who is known to be able to block bullets, Dorje, but it means Vajra.

King Kong, who had the strongest defense, was actually cut off two of his legs by Chu Wangxian with a sword.

The cold wind was even more shocked.

He looked at it weakly with his legs, it was too strong, how could this Mr. Chu be so strong, even if the Venerable of Kyushu came, it would be impossible to kill King Dorje with one sword.

In the midst of the screams, King Dorje, who commanded the Northern Tianzhu, kept rolling on the ground, and his mind was scattered, and he provoked the killing god.

Chu Wangxian was like a god holding a sword, and he looked at it.

"I'll kill your legs first, and then cut off your hands, and get rid of the scum for Buddhism. ”

"Don't, don't kill me!" begged King Dorje with a grim face.

His mind has been shattered, the arrogance of the past has turned into smoke, and his vajra body has been broken with a single sword, how can there be such a madman in this world.

Even if it is King Jinhai, it is impossible for him to have the power to cut through heaven and earth with a single sword.

"It's ridiculous, I've cut off your legs, and the feud is formed, why can't I kill you. Chu Wangxian said with a smile, and this smile fell in King Dorje's eyes, as terrifying as a ghost.

"As long as you don't kill me, I'll take you to the holy mountain of Taran!" King Dorje pleaded despite his bleeding legs.

"Taran Sacred Mountain?"

"His Holiness Kim Hae is on the sacred mountain of Taran, and I know the location. ”

Chu Wangxian looked intently, and he glanced to the side.

The divine dog Hucang, comprehending the gods, roared, turned into a hideous divine dog, and rushed into the war monks, like slaughtering chickens and dogs.

"This ...... Transform!" Cold Wind chattered his teeth.

Transformation is not uncommon, werewolf transformation, blood transformation, he has heard of it, anyone who has the ability to transform, the strength is unfathomable. This time, it was really an eye-opener to see the transformation of the divine dog Hucang.

"This Mr. Cang actually has the power of transformation, could it be the transformation of the wolf god, which is comparable to the American werewolf group. "The cold wind was pounding.

"It's just turning into a dog!" Chu Wangxian chuckled on the side.

"Dog?" the cold wind chattered his teeth.

This Mr. Cang is so terrifying, but in the eyes of Chu Wangxian, he is regarded as a dog, could it be that Mr. Cang swallowed this breath? Or is this Mr. Chu's strength comparable to that of an immortal god.

On both sides of the road, the screams were endless.

The Divine Dog Hucang is an old ghost who has lived for three thousand years, although the soul lamp is still being rebuilt, but after absorbing a large amount of incense, its strength has also recovered to about the sixth layer of qi refining, and it is easy to kill a few minions.

"Did you escape?"

The war monk fled all the way, terrified all the way.

This group of war monks ambushed in the village. Either a broken hand or a broken foot, or kneeling on the ground and begging, in exchange for a glimmer of life.

After a while.

The cold wind shivered and stepped forward, "Go to the Sacred Mountain of Taran! How many people are there? Can there be a plan? Can there be reinforcements?"

"Just the four of us. ”

The cold wind's eyes straightened.

"Mr. Chu doesn't think about it, in the Taran Holy Mountain, there are not only strong people like the Twelve Dead Monks and King Dorje, but also King Jinhai. ”

The cold wind stumbled and persuaded him, how could there be the majesty of the dark king.

"Do we want to take a long-term view, contact the headquarters, and then make plans. ”

Chu Wangxian's gaze was suppressed, and a cold glow swept between his eyebrows.

"I act in my own way, you can go or not as you like. ”

The group headed west.

The war monk, who knelt down and begged for mercy, made a stretcher and carried King Dorje, who had broken his leg, to Mount Taran.

The divine dog Hu Cang transformed into a huge divine dog and was ridden on the road by Chu Wangxian.

The cold wind shivered all the way, and my legs went limp. Such a terrifying, powerhouse comparable to the Venerable of Kyushu, turned out to be just Chu Wangxian's mount.

Today's scene will never be forgotten by him.

Half a day later, he trekked all the way through the mountain stream, and finally Chu Wangxian looked up at the holy and pure white snow-capped mountains that towered into the clouds.

The sacred mountain of Taran has finally arrived.

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