The dragon was trapped in the abyss for a long time, and rose into the air one day.

……

King Pinglang looked at Xiao Yunshanjun who rose up, the surging momentum of the clouds made his scalp numb, and he no longer had the heart to resist, so he subconsciously shouted "go", and then did not look back, and fled for his life.

Jokes, the Jiazi Tiger Demon has forced them to play all their hole cards;

Now that the cultivation has skyrocketed to the top three, where will it still be an opponent?

The most important thing is that the main owner of the family, Shoushan Mountain God, has not yet appeared?

There is no point in continuing to fight.

As everyone knows, the turn of the King of Pinglang caused the siege to collapse.

As the saying goes, defeat is like a mountain.

As soon as the three demons withdrew, Xiaoyun Shanjun had no restraints, a roar, ten directions trembled, and the city watched the demons and evils, only to see a rainbow light flashing across the sky, Xiaoyun Shanjun moved and crashed into the back of the king of Pinglang, and bit down, and the smoke and haze collapsed repeatedly, and a simple tortoise shell appeared out of thin air.

- It was a nameless tortoise shell that the King of Pinglang found from the bottom of the river, extremely hard, like a bully.

"How daring—"

The king of Pinglang was extremely angry, and with a loud shout, the ghost gushed out, and the hole cards were out.

It is the winning money enshrined in the Zhenjiang Wangye Temple;

It was also a talisman that he exchanged from the Taoist priest of Youfang at a great price;

It is also a page of Buddhist scriptures that I happened to get from a pilgrim.

The spilling of many magic weapons suddenly made the brilliance in front of him splash and be as brilliant as the sea.

However, King Pinglang still underestimated the domineering of the Tiger Demon, so he saw that Xiaoyun Mountain Jun suddenly opened his mouth, and he suddenly spit out a purple thunder that was extremely demonic!

"Click!"

The thunder flashed, the heavens and the earth suddenly brightened, if the purple qi came from the east, with a flick of his fingers, the momentum was like a bamboo, sweeping away all the ghosts and ghosts, destroying all the essence of the Pinglang King, and then the remaining momentum was not eliminated into the ghost body.

Suddenly, the ghosts and immortals were lost, and all the essences were destroyed.

The nameless tortoise shell hidden in the ghost body of the Pinglang King could no longer prevent the power of the thunder, and it shattered in front of everyone's eyes.

“…… No! Mountain God ...... Spare ......"

There was a great terror between life and death, and King Pinglang finally gave up his face and tried to beg for mercy, but it was too late, his condensed ghost body had already been blasted to pieces, and only inertia remained in his pitiful form.

At this time, it was Da Luo Jin Xian who came, and it was absolutely difficult to save him.

In the eyes of the demon watching the battle, all this is said slowly, but in fact it is extremely fast.

They only saw the King of Pinglang turn around and fight back, and there were endless means in his hands, and the dazzling light was terrifying just by looking at it.

What do you think, the tiger demon spits thunder, and it will directly destroy the withering and decaying, and the whole thing will be determined with one blow.

Only then did the demons realize that in front of the real supernatural powers, no matter how many they were, they were not as fierce as they were!

"Boom—"

Without waiting for the demons to come back to their senses, another purple thunderbolt fell into the sky and slashed at the river beach lady who had escaped from the courtyard.

Before she could speak, the river beach lady turned into a pile of ashes, and a strong wind blew by, scattering between heaven and earth.

"The mountain god spares his life—"

The palm ink master, who had also just escaped from the small courtyard, was heartbroken when he saw this, and he had no heart to resist, so he knelt down and prayed for his life.

This abrupt scene, seeing countless demons who turned around and wanted to escape, were stunned, and broke the defense on the spot.

As the so-called county officials are not as good as the current management.

In the eyes of the immortals of Kemao, the three mountains represent the emperor of the earth, and the demons are all subservient.

It is this existence that once needed to be looked up to, but it failed without warning, dead and dead, kneeling and kneeling, and the demons can still calmly accept that there are ghosts.

At this moment, the timid fled in a hurry;

The bold stop and watch. As the saying goes, once a son of heaven and a courtier, at this time of changing the dynasty, he can't be the son of heaven, and it is also excellent to be a courtier.

"Roar—"

In the midst of the group of demons with their own ghosts, Xiaoyun Shanjun roared, and the huge demon body quickly fell back to normal.

“…… Without any sequelae, what kind of supernatural power is this? ”

He felt the demon body without sequelae, and then looked at the place where the river beach lady died, and the depths of his eyes were full of shock.

In his mind, such a forcible uplift of the Dao would certainly cause endless troubles, and perhaps it would also destroy the foundation of the Dao.

Unexpectedly, when Xiuwei returned to normal, not only did he not feel weak, but he even awakened the bloodline supernatural power in advance, which was incredible.

- It turned out that the purple thunder he spit out was the bloodline power that he awakened when he stepped into the top three Dao Xing. If he guessed correctly, the purple thunder that killed the river beach lady was also the work of Mingchen Lao Dao, who stole the power of his bloodline.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yunshan Jun became more and more in awe of Mo Chuan.

Speaking of which, the reason why the power of the demonic bloodline is limited is because even if you awaken in advance, it is meaningless.

Forcibly urging will only destroy the foundation, and the gains will not outweigh the losses at all.

Daoist Mingchen has the ability to untie this shackle, and it is difficult to say whether it is a blessing or a curse for him, but without any damage, he feels that the future potential is still more beneficial than disadvantageous.

"Are you the palm ink master of the Qiao Shengxian Master Hall?"

In Xiao Yunshanjun's thoughts, Mo Chuan's voice suddenly echoed in the sky above the small courtyard.

"Exactly down there."

The Palm Ink Master replied tremblingly, not daring to raise his head.

"Since you are a disciple of the Qiao Sage Immortal Master, then you have a bit of a chance with this god, today's matter, for the time being, I will spare you from dying, if you can help Xiaoyun Shanjun to close the mess and calm the chaos, the merit can be offset!"

The faint fairy sound made the palm ink master feel relieved.

"Lord Mountain God is wise, and the edict obeys the decree of the Mountain God!"

The palm ink master who escaped death hurriedly bowed his head and bowed, his head banged, and all kinds of thoughts came to his heart.

——But he never thought that the banner of the Qiao Sage Immortal Master he pulled up would save his ghost life one day.

He wanted to compliment a few words to consolidate his position, but he realized that at this time, the demons looked around, and he really couldn't pull his face, so he could only respond first.

Thinking about it, doing things beautifully is worth a thousand words.

"Xiaoyun Shanjun, Kemao chaos is rooted in the incense, and now the first evil is punished, the city is full of incense and as soon as possible into the chaos, calm the chaos, where there are virtuous and talented, you can be awarded the hall of incense, the number is not limited."

Mo Chuan said again, this remark seems to be an order to Xiaoyun Shanjun, but in fact, it is said to the demons and evil people watching the battle, and the implication can be seen at a glance.

"Yu officials obey the decree of the mountain god!"

Xiao Yun Shanjun hurriedly bowed his hand to the sky in return.

After that, there was no more immortal sound in the heaven and earth, and it was obvious that Mo Chuan had quietly left.

Xiao Yun Shanjun breathed a sigh of relief, straightened his waist, and saw the palm ink master coming with a shy smile, and arched his hand:

"Qiaosheng Immortal Master Hall's edict, meet Lord Xiaoyun Shanjun, only then can he have no beads, there are many offenses, and I hope that Shanjun will forgive me!"

The edict is not the name of the ink master, but the official name of the imperial painter of the court.

It turned out that the status of the nine and eighteen craftsmen in the rivers and lakes has always been humble, so they took advantage of their relatives and stole the official name of the painter, thinking that the elegant title was a move to promote their identity.

- This is similar to the self-proclaimed Yu of Xiaoyun Mountain Jun.

"It's okay, you heard what the mountain god meant, what do you think?"

Xiao Yunshan bowed his head and put down his arrogant posture.

Today's matter can be called a slap in the face, if there is no Mo Chuan as a backer, he would have died at this moment, where would he dare to underestimate others?

What's more, the ink master was left by Mo Chuan himself, and God knows if he will manage Kemao incense on his behalf in the future, which makes him even more afraid to offend easily.

"The edict has come back from extrication, and he is quite unclear about the will of the mountain god, how dare he talk nonsense?"

The palm ink master bowed his hands and lowered his posture, how dare he make random suggestions?

"Since it is hand-picked by the mountain god, it doesn't hurt to say it!"

Xiao Yunshanjun, who was not accustomed to dealing with the Central Plains, suddenly had two big heads when he heard the words, and hurriedly opened the skylight, for fear that the palm ink master would make clever words and play dumb riddles with him.

(End of chapter)