Dongfang Mo rarely has a frightened mentality, but now he has to admit that he is frightened in his heart.

With a flick of his sleeves, he put away the doppelganger puppet in front of him who was cultivating.

Then he sat cross-legged and ready to listen.

But what made him suspicious was that after the old storyteller's voice sounded, there was no more movement.

Dongfang Mo understands that the situation can never be so simple. But at this time, he didn't dare to show his face, so he could only stay in this tower.

At this time, in the void, the old storyteller in a blue robe was a hundred feet away from Venerable Wuxiao at this moment, and he was wearing a relaxed smile on his face.

"The donor blocked the poor monk's way, I don't know what he meant." At this moment, I only heard Venerable Wuxiao speak.

"Hey, hey, it's actually nothing," the old storyteller waved his hand, "Little Lao'er just wants to have someone with the master." ”

"Who!"

Venerable Wuxiao said, his tone still unfluctuating.

"Hehe, that person should be on the back of the Kun beast behind the master, why don't you go to find it yourself, and leave immediately after finding it, so as not to cause trouble to the master."

"Donor, please come back."

Venerable Wuxiao always slowly rolled the string of red sandalwood prayer beads in his hand.

"Master," the old storyteller smiled slightly, "It's just a person, the little old man came so far away, accommodating." ”

"Amitabha, donor, please come back."

Venerable Wuxiao chanted a Buddha name, and did not seem to back down.

Hearing this, the smile on the old storyteller's face became even worse, "Little Lao'er, just ask, the master doesn't give accommodation, do you want to watch Xiao Lao'er kill in vain!" ”

This time, Venerable Wuxiao just rolled the rosary quietly, and didn't even mean to answer him.

"In this case, the little old man can only be offended." At this point, the old storyteller pursed his lips and restrained his cynical smile.

And as soon as the words fell, the person's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

At the same time, the movement of the prayer beads in the hand of Venerable Wuxiao paused. This person turned around and waved the rosary in his hand to the back without thinking.

I saw that the volume of this thing skyrocketed as it rotated, and it roared away in the direction of the back of the Kun Beast.

At the same time, I saw that directly above the Kun Beast, a large ice-blue hand with a size of dozens of miles seemed to appear out of thin air from the dark void at this moment, and fell from the sky to shoot down on the city on the back of the beast.

The big ice-blue hands seemed to be poured with cold ice, exuding a terrifying coercion. A trace of the power of the law surrounds the surroundings of this hand, but whenever someone approaches, they will inevitably be strangled.

Just when this big hand that was tens of miles huge was less than a thousand feet away from the Kun Beast, the red sandalwood prayer bead, which had skyrocketed to the size of more than 100 miles, roared in. And in the middle of the rotating rosary, a brilliant purple light erupted, like a condensed light curtain, protecting the Kun Beast tightly.

The big ice-blue hand did not pause for a moment, but the speed increased suddenly, and in an instant, it slapped the hollow position in the middle of the red sandalwood prayer bead.

"Boom!"

But listening to a muffled sound that resounded through the heavens and the earth, it was as dull as a drumstick hitting the drum surface.

The light curtain in the middle of the red sandalwood rosary was deeply concave with a five-finger print. Then the rosewood rosary also sank down suddenly.

At this moment, Venerable Wuxiao quickly chanted words in his mouth, and his fingers kept pinching, and finally the red sandalwood rosary was still stable in mid-air, suspended in a position of hundreds of zhang on the back of the Kun beast and stood still.

"Humph!"

Suddenly, there was a cold snort from the old storyteller in the void, and then the big ice-blue hand pressed down fiercely.

"Wave!"

Just hear a soft sound.

I saw that the purple light curtain in the middle of the rosary finally shattered, and then the huge ice-blue palm ran through the middle of the rosary, and it was about to slap on the back of the kun beast.

"Om Boom Moo Moo ......"

At the last moment, Venerable Wuxiao uttered a loud six-character incantation from his mouth. Immediately, the huge purple rosary suddenly shrank, like a trap, and put the wrist of the big ice-blue hand in it.

For a moment, the downward slap of the palm slowed down.

"Hey, hey," the old storyteller burst into laughter again in the void, "Master, you can still think about whether or not to hand over someone." ”

However, what answered him was that the purple rosary continued to shrink, embedded in the flesh of the ice blue hand, and then the ice blue hand seemed to be melted, emitting wisps of green smoke.

"Buddhism is supernatural, but that's it."

However, seeing this scene, the old storyteller was dismissive.

"Hula!"

The moment this person's words fell, even if he was imprisoned by the purple rosary, the next moment the big ice blue hand still slapped down suddenly, and it instantly landed on the back of the Kun Beast.

Between the lightning and flint, only a "bang" was heard, and the layer of transparent qi covering the back of the Kun beast shattered like a bubble under this beat.

What followed was a "boom" and a shocking bang.

The big ice-blue hand with a radius of dozens of miles slapped firmly into the huge city on the back of the Kun Beast.

Under this beat, the huge body of the Kun beast sank down. I only heard the explosion of "bang bang bang" from this beast body endlessly.

If it can be found, it can be seen that the bones in the body of this beast are broken and the viscera are broken.

"Woo......"

A long, soul-shattering scream came out of the beast's mouth, and the sound of whimpering echoed throughout the void for a long time.

Although this beast is huge, at most it can only be cultivated in the One Realm, how can it withstand a blow from a half-ancestor realm cultivator.

At this time, I saw the Kun beast's wings drooping, and the look in its eyes gradually dimmed.

Look at the city on the back of this beast, the earth shook like a mountain, like a fierce earthquake.

Under that palm, a huge deep black five-finger print appeared in the city for dozens of miles.

Everywhere that was covered by the five finger prints, whether it was the attic, the main hall, or the monks, all turned into ashes.

Not only that, but under this beat, a terrifying wind full of tearing force was set off, sweeping away in all directions.

Wherever it was affected, the buildings collapsed in pieces, and those who were inferior in cultivation directly turned into powder, and their forms and spirits were destroyed. And the cultivation was profound, and the blood spurted upside down and flew out, seriously injured.

In an instant, the city was in chaos.

It can be seen that many monks rose to the sky, especially groups of yellow-robed monks holding magic staffs, surging from all directions, standing in the air one after another.

It only took three or five breaths to pass, and in a click, a layer of seemingly thin blue ice, centered on the five finger prints in the city, spread in a circle in all directions.

Those seriously injured monks didn't have time to retreat, no matter what kind of cultivation they were, after being covered in blue ice, their bodies were immediately frozen, and then they turned into a lifelike blue ice sculpture.

At the critical moment, the figure of Venerable Wuxiao not far away suddenly disappeared into the air.

When he reappeared, he was already above the city. Then from him, a large piece of golden light burst out, and even from the back of this person, you can see circles of golden ***. It makes him look like a golden sun.

Under the illumination of the golden light, the blue ice trend that had spread to all directions was paused, and then gradually contracted and dissolved.

Even the monks who had been frozen into ice sculptures had melted the thin ice on their bodies.

It's just that when these people revealed their figures, in the sound of explosions, their bodies all exploded, turning into streams of blue cold air and drifting away.

"Click, Click, Click......"

However, when the blue ice covering the ground was melted by the golden light, huge gaps opened with the five finger prints that were tens of miles in size as the center.

Then, in the gurgling sound, streams of red and hot blood gushed out like spring water, and in the blink of an eye, they converged into a small river, which flowed through the city.

It turned out that the body of the Kun beast had cracked open, and blood gushed out.

The people who were alive on the back of this beast did not know what had happened, and they saw that the huge body of this beast was torn apart, broken into several pieces, and scattered in the void.

Even the void cracked open with spiderweb-like spatial cracking blades, and the power of the rich law fluctuated around for a long time.

"Boom Guy ......"

Seeing that one palm had such a consequence, a sneer from the old storyteller came from the void.

"Hey......"

At this time, Venerable Wuxiao shook his head and sighed.

"Why should the benefactor be so aggressive?"

"Master, this is to blame the little old man, the little old man was good at talking before, but you just didn't listen."

The old storyteller's voice came from the void again.

Venerable Wuxiao didn't say much about this. This person made a move at the rosary that imprisoned the big ice-blue hand not far away.

Only then did I see that the big ice-blue hand had somehow turned white. And under the move of Venerable Wuxiao, the rosary contracted again, and then with a "bang", the big white hand turned into a piece of ice and burst open.

But hearing the sound of "sigh", Venerable Wuxiao, who held the rosary in his hand again, turned into a golden light that rose to the sky, and in a flash, it disappeared into the darkness above his head.

"Hehe, it seems that the master is going to have a trick with the little old man. The little old man has not moved his muscles and bones for many years, so come on. Then the old storyteller came again in the darkness.

Immediately, from the void above his head, there were bursts of heart-pounding law fluctuations. Then the spatial cracks did not break open in the click, and spread to tens of thousands of feet away.

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