Wen Fuding relied on the golden dragon to resist the two thunder tribulations, and the third thunder tribulation still needed time to brew, Wang Quanquan seized the opportunity, and the apricot branch in his hand shot out, straight towards the old road.

Wen Fuding didn't let the golden dragon stop him this time, but threw out a purple talisman with two fingers.

The dark clouds rolled under the feet of several people, and the moment the talisman was thrown out, it was immediately burned in two, and a light purple thunderbolt burst out from the dark clouds, aiming directly at the king's authority.

Wang Quanquan's face was solemn, and he turned sharply in the air, but he could dodge this extremely fast blow, and he didn't expect that the purple thunder also turned a corner in the air, but he didn't pursue Wang Quanquan, but went towards the apricot branch.

Wang Quanquan's mind turned, wanting to control the flying sword to stay away, but the purple thunder castrated extremely quickly, and it hit the short sword in one fell swoop, splashing countless sparks.

The apricot branch that was hit fell straight down as if it had lost its spirituality, and Wang Quanquan took a few steps forward, holding the slender short sword that had been blackened with his backhand, and inserted it back into its sheath.

At this moment, the rune paper burned off two percent again, and the second purple thunder in the dark clouds slashed upwards again against common sense, and Wang Quanquan knew that dodging was just a futile effort, so he prepared to resist hard.

At this moment, a white-clothed Bodhisattva appeared beside him, and the female monk waved her sleeves and slammed into the heavenly thunder that was already close at hand.

There was still a loud sound that resounded in the sky, and the purple lightning swept around the female Dharma King, but it was blocked by a layer of pale golden Buddha light, which could not hurt it in the slightest, but her monk's robe was also destroyed by a sleeve, which looked slightly embarrassed.

The female monk said calmly:

"Give it to me, and you go and deal with that person."

Wang Quanquan nodded, didn't dare to hold it up, his legs exerted force, and quickly flew towards Wen Fuding.

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Seeing this, the sarcasm in Lao Dao's eyes was even worse, his right hand pinched the trick, the runes around the golden dragon under his feet flashed, and he waved a claw very reluctantly.

Just dodged the dragon's claws, the dragon's tail swept over, and the king's authority couldn't dodge, and was swept into the waist at once, and flew out sideways.

Wang Quanquan managed to stabilize his body in the air, but he was still injured, and after spitting out a large mouthful of blood, he glared at each other fiercely with bloodshot eyes.

Wen Fuding didn't pay attention to him at all, turned his head and looked calmly overhead, in the red robbery clouds, thunder rumbled, and at this time it had reached the extreme, and a thigh-thick robbery thunder fell.

The thunder accompanied by the roar of the golden dragon spread almost throughout the capital, and the people in the capital were awakened, and walked out of the door to look at the sky with a frightened face.

Although the sky was covered with dark clouds, there was no thunder and dragon shadow, and even so, many people knelt down and bowed to the sky.

In the palace, Emperor Shun, who was in the prime of life, was dying at this time, Nie Yingxue clenched the hands of the man on the bed with tears in her eyes, she hoped that she was the one who suffered at this moment.

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On top of the dragon's head, Wen Fuding, who pretended to resist the catastrophe with external forces, did not have the slightest self-knowledge, looked at the king not far away and said proudly:

"After today, I will be an immortal, but before ascending to the immortal, the poor Dao will take off the head of the prince."

Wang Quanquan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered:

"If you call yourself an immortal, I will kill the immortal. Wen Fuding, if you don't believe in karma, this king will give you a retribution with his own hands. ”

With that, the body shot out quickly, the apricot branch around the waist was unsheathed again, and the sword roared over the dragon's groan.

"Haha, it seems that you really don't care about your brother's life or death, or not, this immortal will shatter your illusions."

As the old man spoke, his hands formed a strange magic seal, and he pointed forward, and the runes around the golden dragon immediately moved, and they all converged in front of him, and in a short time, they converged into a huge golden rune at the position of the dragon's head.

When Wang Quanquan saw this scene, his eyes couldn't help narrowing, and he muttered: "Old Wangba, I'm finally willing to use it." With that, he rushed towards the golden dragon.

The old man's eyes were full of murderous intent, and with a little force under his feet, the golden dragon let out a last unwilling roar, and rushed towards the person under the burning of the runes.

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The expected violent collision did not happen, the dragon and the king seemed to be fixed in mid-air, and the rest of the people could not see the real situation, only Wen Fuding's eyes were shocked.

"Longhu Mountain actually lent you the treasure of the town faction?"

A smile tugged at the corner of Wang Quanquan's mouth, and the apricot branch in his hand was replaced with a peachwood rune sword at some point.

The sword body carved by the peach wood seal was even tougher than expected, and at this moment, Qi Gen was submerged into the complicated runes of the dragon's head position.

Click! A sound like broken glass sounded, and there was a crack on the rune.

Seeing this, Wang Quanquan smiled even more, and the spiritual power in his body frantically poured into the wooden sword in his hand, and a dazzling light came from the sword body, and the sound of shattering became more and more dense.

Countless spiderweb-like cracks emerged from the center of the rune, Wen Fuding had a premonition that something was wrong, and hurriedly retreated, and the golden dragon also sensed something at this moment, and let out an extremely angry roar.

Under the wooden sword and the dragon's roar, the complicated runes finally couldn't support it, and it shattered, and Wen Fuding, who had fled a hundred steps away, was affected by the power of the backlash, and his footsteps were stunned, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Bring it to you!"

Wang Quanquan grabbed the front, and the golden dragon instantly turned into a ball of golden qi, which directly gathered into his hands, and Wang Quanquan opened his mouth and swallowed the golden qi in the surprised eyes of everyone.

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Wang Quanquan hiccuped, his eyes were full of purple gold, and after throwing the Dao sword in his hand to Ye Jian in the distance, he approached Wen Fuding step by step.

"How do you possibly know how to crack it?" Wen Fuding's face was pale, his eyes were shocked, and it was obvious that he had a lot of backlash just now.

Wang Quanquan sneered and said:

"If you want to blame it, you did too much, and offended all the Taoist systems in the world, everyone is a cultivator, and it may be too much to say that I wish you died, but I am still very happy to add a little push."

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Just now, when Wang Zhengquan was injured, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his head:

"Lord Wang, I have found a way to crack it."

Wang Quanquan thought that he was too badly injured and hallucinated, but the man repeated:

"Lord Wang, Poor Dao has found a way to crack the rune of Wen Fuding, the prince needs to force him to fuse the rune and launch the strongest blow, and then infuse the Dao Sword with true qi to break this trapped dragon curse."

"How did you ......?"

"On the way back to the mountain, I happened to meet Sun Daoyou, who was also going to enter Beijing, and he saw the fame of this spell at a glance.

The prince must be careful, if our guess is right, Wen Fuding will definitely abandon the way of heaven and cultivate other ways. ”

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"Jie Ji, Wen Fuding, this king wants to see this time, are you dead or not?" This time, he changed to the king's authority and showed sarcasm.

The female Dharma King on the side resisted the five thunder methods and also walked up, she glanced at the royal authority strangely, obviously wondering how the other party made such a laugh.

Ye Jian couldn't help but be a little embarrassed when he held the Dao sword thrown by the king's authority, this time it didn't seem to help, just watching the play.

Wen Fuding, who should have gone to the general trend, suddenly laughed out loud at this moment:

"King's authority, are you really poor and poor?"

As soon as the words fell, a waist-thick red thunderbolt suddenly landed.

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