Hearing Lu Gong's words, everyone around them was startled.

Bai Gu was the first to turn his head, his wrinkled face full of worry. "Lu Gong, Zhao Changlong is not an idle person, with our current strength, I am afraid it will be difficult to compete."

"yes, let's take a long-term view, why don't we let this kid go first?" Yang Jian is already colorless.

Even the mountain god of Biyang Mountain, who was already dying, trembled slightly when he heard Zhao Changlong's three words.

"Don't provoke him."

Ye Xiu, who was the most feared by the gods of the entire Tianshui County, had left a huge shadow in their minds for more than ten years.

Almost as soon as the name is mentioned, all the low-level gods will tremble.

More than ten years of fear and shadow cannot be shaken off overnight.

Lu Gong understood their horror very well, but he did not waver in the slightest. "We want to solve Zhao Changlong and pull out this thorn in everyone's hearts, now is the best time."

"Hahahaha......" laughed loudly.

The little Taoist priest fell to the ground, looked at the unknown box in front of him with disdain, and sneered: "Do you know what you're talking about? My master came in person, and you didn't even have a chance to fight back, and you will all die without a place to be buried. ”

"Oh? Is it? Lu Gong flew up, landed high above his head, and smashed him in the face.

In the midst of the screams, Lu Gong said softly: "Then I have to thank you a lot." ”

The peachwood sword flew out and pierced directly through the throat of the little Taoist.

A spirit burst out of his body, trying to escape.

"Detention Spirit!"

"What are you going to do?" The little Taoist priest's spirit finally realized that the box in front of him didn't take himself seriously at all, and he didn't hesitate at all.

An unprecedented force enveloped his soul, leaving him almost breathless.

"It's nothing, let Zhao Changlong count that you are here, and borrow your strength by the way." The dark space opens.

The little Taoist priest was terrified to the extreme, and his whole body trembled violently, but compared to Lu Gong when he subdued Xu Yang, his strength had increased greatly at this time, and the little Taoist priest's spirit couldn't resist for a moment at all, turning into a streamer and disappearing into the dark space.

"Brother Lu, why did you send someone here again? My little brother hasn't been out for many days, when will it be convenient? Ma Zhongqiu's voice rang out.

"Brother Ma, isn't this that my little brother is afraid that you will be lonely!" Lu Gong responded.

"Why is this little brother also taciturn? You shouldn't take all of them, right? ”

Lu Gong no longer paid attention to his complaints, and with a thought in his mind, the red rope flew up and hung the body of the little Taoist priest directly on the banyan tree.

Lu Gong's speed was so fast that the few gods next to him didn't react at all, and it was only at this time that they realized that there was no turning back.

Yang Jian sat back on the altar and shook his head lovelessly. "Dead, dead."

Lu Gong grabbed him out of the altar with a handful of spiritual restraints, and a handful of peach wood fell in front of him.

"Have you forgotten your hard work for more than a month?"

Yang Jian's body was shocked, and he looked at the peachwood sword that was even taller than himself, and was stunned.

He thought that Lu Gong had forgotten that promise.

"If you don't want to die, take it. At the most critical moment, don't hesitate at the slightest moment. Lu Gong didn't give him a chance to refute at all.

Yang Jian took a deep breath, suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the peachwood sword with both hands, and nodded vigorously.

The spring breeze blew through the old banyan tree, making a rustling sound, and before I knew it, half a day had passed.

The mountain god of Biyang Mountain could only lie on the ground, he closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the final moment to come.

Bai Gu sat beside Lu Gong on crutches and said nothing. Although he is extremely optimistic about Lu Gong, his opponent is Zhao Changlong, and he is still very worried.

Wang Yi was still lying on the ground, lazily basking in the sun.

Only Yang Jian sat on the altar, his eyes closed, as if adjusting his breathing.

"It's coming!" Lu Gong suddenly moved.

Several gods subconsciously trembled and looked towards the path outside Xiaokan Village.

On the trail, a fortune teller held a spirit banner in his hand, wore a Ming zodiac robe, stepped on cloud shoes, and wore a mixed yuan scarf on his head, and walked slowly.

Looking at his fully armed appearance, two words subconsciously surged up in Lu Gong's heart. "All true!"

The Dragon and Tiger Mountain of the Chinese Dynasty is orthodox, but outside of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain, there are also many cultivation sects with huge power, among which the second only to the Dragon and Tiger Mountain is the Quanzhen Sect.

The disciples of Longhu Mountain can be mortals, but the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect must be monks, pure Taoists.

Zhao Changlong seemed to be extremely slow, but he was already standing under the banyan tree for a moment.

He glanced up at the corpse hanging above his head, slowly closed his eyes, and muttered something in his mouth.

Several gods' bodies suddenly straightened, and they didn't dare to come out.

Compared with Zhao Changlong in the state of divine soul, the Taoist priest at this time stood there quietly, no different from an ordinary person, but in the eyes of all the gods, it was like a rising sun, illuminating a heaven and earth.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze swept over Wang Yi and Bai Gu, and shook his head gently. "Whoever killed my beloved disciple, please stand up and receive death."

His voice was as calm as it was to tell.

There was no response, only Wang Yi pressed down his body and made a forward pounce, and even Bai Gu forgot what to do for a while.

"In that case, let's bury all my apprentices."

As soon as the voice remembered, Zhao Changlong had disappeared, and the next moment he appeared, with an extra Xuantie long sword in his hand, turning into a cold light and falling on the top of Wang Yi's head.

His speed was so fast that even Wang Yi almost didn't react.

The firelight suddenly lit up, and a circle of fire appeared out of thin air, rolling from the top of Wang Yi's head to Zhao Changlong in the sky.

A hint of discoloration flashed in Zhao Changlong's eyes, but the long sword in his hand swept lightly, directly shattering the fire dragon.

At this moment, Wang Yi suddenly reacted, and showed his true body with an angry roar.

"Evil animal, die!"

After Zhao Changlong was stunned, the long sword slashed down again.

"When ......" raised fangs rubbed out a flash of lightning, and the demonic aura enveloped the whole body, Wang Yi tightened his teeth and blocked this attack.

In the air, Zhao Changlong put his fingers together, swiped at the center of his eyebrows, and the long sword in his hand suddenly lit up with fluorescence.

Wang Yi screamed in surprise and flew backwards.

"Come on!" Zhao Changlong turned into a streamer.

"Haste as the law, go!" Xu Yang suddenly appeared behind Wang Yi, and the red rope in his hand turned into a swimming dragon and shot out.

"It's you!" Zhao Changlong's eyes widened slightly, and the long sword in his hand shone brightly, cutting off the long rope that attacked, and his speed did not decrease but increased, flying towards Xu Yang.

"Master, save me!" Suddenly, a voice sounded behind me.