The fierce wind swept in the flash of the invisible sword qi.

In the same place, Danxia's old mother had already squinted at the figure of Qinghe Daoren, her face was joyless and sad, as if she didn't feel that it was a troublesome thing to suddenly have to fight one against two in the battle of life and death.

In the next moment, she even had more than enough to look at Qing Hai Lao Dao, listening to his crazy and crazy laughter, and then showed a sneering smile.

The smile was very dazzling, as if the old woman was standing in the clouds, looking down on the dregs in the mud pond in the gutter, and looking down on the beasts like hyenas.

All in all, it shouldn't be the gaze of another person, let alone the gaze of the Great Cultivator of the Jindan Realm.

Ching Hai's laughter stopped abruptly, and his dignity, which had become very fragile in his frantic state of mind, felt an unprecedented sense of shame and stinging at this moment.

No one, no one, in a life-and-death battle with a monk of the same realm related to the number of days of luck such as cause and effect, still needs to rely on the help of another person to save his life in a critical moment.

Xu might as well die just now.

As soon as such a thought arose, the inertia of his thoughts earlier returned to the thoughts and thoughts of the people of Qinghai Dao, and he only felt that from this moment on, everything that left his name behind him and what things left in the annals of history was all over!

The evening is not guaranteed!

As soon as he thought of this, Qinghai Lao Dao seemed to have really become some scum, some hyena-like character, and the last trace of sanity in his mind seemed to have collapsed at this moment, leaving only boundless shame and anger turned into that crazy firewood and food for no reason.

"Kill her! Brother, shoot! Kill her! Cut down the mountain and break the temple today! Break the court and Changshan Daotong!"

The sharp voice exploded in the flash moment under the whirlwind of the five-colored fireworks, and the Qinghe Dao people in the distant sky had not yet heard the words, and naturally there was no way to react, but the old Danxia mother in the place turned around again and looked at the Qinghe Dao people.

In a short period of time, Qinghai Lao Dao was no longer within the scope of her consideration of threats, and the old man had been seriously injured, and this long river of five-colored fireworks alone was enough to besiege him for a long time.

So, in this flash, Danxia's old mother fell all her attention on the Qinghe Dao people who were galloping over.

Without the slightest hesitation, the old mother of Danxia raised the jade pot in her hand, and in an instant, in the hollow jade pot, from every gap, there were red fireworks shining out, and the moment the jade pot was wrapped inside, the time turned into a round fireball, and then, the red fireball collapsed to the inside in an instant.

If it was a little spiritual light, if it was a treasure pill, and then, it was so dazzling that when people looked at it, they only felt that a little bit of light was suspended in front of Danxia's mother.

The old mother raised her hand and condensed towards the little spiritual light condensed by the magic weapon of enlightenment, but before her dry palm touched that little spiritual light, the scorching temperature burned the old mother's palm into a charred black color at this moment.

In an instant, the flesh cracked, and blood oozed out.

When she had just endured the boundless blood flames and suppressed them all in the bloody and blurred arms, Danxia's mother had never been moved in the slightest, but at this moment, when the scorching temperature was scorching the palm of the old mother's hand, she actually taught Danxia's mother to suddenly show a painful look.

It was also at this time, when Danxia's old mother gritted her teeth and was ruthless, she was about to completely hold the bright light in her palm.

Suddenly, her movements jerked.

Immediately afterwards, Danxia's mother suddenly let go of the scorching light in her hand, and when she looked at it again, the fireworks expanded again, revealing the appearance of the treasure inside.

It's just that Xu Na's secret method is treacherous, and in just such a flash, the treasure weapon has already been injured, and a few extremely small mottled cracks can be faintly seen on the jade pot.

But at this moment, Danxia's mother seemed to have never seen the damage on the magic weapon at all.

A happy smile suddenly bloomed on her old face at this moment.

"Senior Brother......

And I don't know when, the hoarse laughter of Qinghai Lao Dao suddenly stopped, and when he looked again, a middle-aged Taoist wearing a dragon and tiger Taoist robe and holding a green branch bamboo cane had already stood not far away, stepping on the five-colored fireworks drawn by Danxia's old mother.

The Nanming Lihuo, who clearly has the power to burn all things, is becoming more and more tame in the hands of the middle-aged Taoist at this time.

It's just that unlike the fleeting moment of joy change of Danxia's old mother, at this moment, the middle-aged Taoist only looked coldly at the blood-stained Qinghai old Dao.

"It's weird, after all these years, you haven't taught people to die?"

When the words fell, in the same place, Qinghai Lao Dao only had the part of being shocked and afraid, Xu was just gasping too much, Lao Dao's mouth was open for a long time, and in a hoarse breath of breath, he couldn't say a word.

And in the cold and depressed look of the middle-aged Taoist, there was more and more murderous intent brewing.

"You call this stubbornness days? Still cutting down mountains and ruining temples? Break off the Dao line?"

"Old disguster, I'll show you what days are!"

"Others will not accept you, heaven and earth will not accept you, and the poor way will come to accept you!"

When the words fell, without waiting for Qingdao Lao Dao to react again, standing on the long river of fireworks, the middle-aged Taoist had already thrown out the green branch bamboo cane in his hand.

A section of the bamboo cane crossed from the five-colored fireworks river, and when the middle-aged Taoist raised the bamboo cane and went towards the empty point of Qinghai Old Road, the Nanming Lihuo was immediately swept by the Taoist, accompanied by the breaking of the green branch bamboo cane, and a flame wave was drawn in the cold wind.

The scorching breath was about to hit his face, but just when Qinghai Lao Dao was struggling to attract the almost exhausted qi and blood power in his body, and wanted to move his old body to the side to avoid it, suddenly, Lao Dao felt a feeling of stagnation, not from the stagnation in his body, but the shackles of heaven and earth between square inches.

And at some point, a dim and hazy black light had shrouded Qinghai Old Dao inside.

It seems to be the moment the green branch bamboo cane in the hands of the middle-aged Taoist is raised, this black light has already enveloped the old Taoist in it, all of which seems to be the reflection of the fireworks of the bamboo cane, and it seems to be part of the middle-aged Taoist humanity and law.

Heaven and earth, yin and yang, water and fire, one thing should be one thing.

All this seemed so natural in the middle-aged Taoist's understatement.

At this moment, time and years seemed to freeze, and at the same time, majestic thoughts and thoughts suddenly swelled in the horror of Qinghai Lao Dao.

He could clearly feel that the dark and hazy black light began to condense more and more around him, and he could clearly feel that the clouds and water vapor in all directions were converging towards the black light, and he could feel the innate gossip rhyme found in the condensation of the water vapor.

It...... It felt that with the convergence of water vapor, the manifestation of black light, and the condensation of Dao rhyme, it was the increasingly thick and intense demon beast blood qi pouring towards its limbs and hundreds of remains.

It wanted to struggle and resist as hard as it could, but unfortunately it couldn't do anything, and every drop of water vapor mixed with black light seemed to contain a supreme talisman array, and it seemed to have the power of ten thousand jun after the Taiyi True Water Dacheng.

These taught it that it could not struggle, that it was suppressed little by little in the majesty of the Tao and the Fa, and that its limbs and limbs, and the qi and blood of its whole body were affected by the heavy erosion of the demon beast blood.

Then, there was an endless and long torture like torture, the old bones were broken and reshaped, the muscles and flesh were worn out into powder and then wrapped in flesh, and even the qi and blood were disintegrated into mist, and then smelted together with the black light and evil qi.

And when the green branch bamboo cane in the hands of the middle-aged Taoist really knocked down, in the same place, where was the figure of Qinghai Lao Dao, in the vast Gangfeng Stratus clouds, only a nine-faced turtle hung there ignorantly.

Bang——!

The bamboo cane struck on the tortoise shell of the nine-sided tortoise, and the black tortoise shell was like an iron stone, and it was full of extremely complex tortoiseshell cracks like seals, and when you looked at it, there was a cold light flashing everywhere.

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At the same time, the Nanming Lihuo wrapped at one end of the bamboo cane, at this moment, seemed to have been changed by the Taoist with great mana, and the fireworks were like some stream and elixir, and they flowed along the gap of the tortoise shell little by little with the fall of the bamboo cane.

Suddenly, when a wind swept by, when I looked at it again, it seemed that the cinnabar ink was in the lines of the jade rune, and the tortoise shell like a black iron was so strangely inlaid with solidified red jade.

The abundant spiritual light flowed on this tortoise shell mixed with gold and jade, and suddenly, the blood light of the demon beast rushed into the sky, and the gray-black demon wind rushed into the sky.

But the sword qi was gone, and the pure magic method of the Xuan family was gone.

Knock on the bamboo to call the turtle to swallow the jade mushroom, and the drum and piano beckons the phoenix to drink the knife.

Recently, the golden light has appeared through the body, and it is not with ordinary people to talk about this rule.

Knock on the bamboo and call the turtle to swallow the jade mushroom......

This is the secret technique of water and fire in the Danqing Yuan Sect, and the secret of the ancient method!

After doing this, one end of the bamboo cane in the middle-aged Taoist's hand was still on the tortoise shell of the nine-sided turtle, and only then did he look at the Qinghe Dao man who had arrived in front of him.

At this time, Qinghe Daoren's face was full of astonishment and bitterness, he Xu didn't have the idea of making a move at the beginning, but now he saw the figure of the middle-aged Taoist, and he didn't want to make a move.

"Misunderstanding, Brother Dao, it's all a misunderstanding......

Without waiting for the Qinghe Dao people to speak, in the same place, the middle-aged Taoist interrupted with a cold snort, and then shouted.

"Misunderstanding! Misunderstand! What's going on, it's just a misunderstanding! If you can beat it, you have to cut down the mountains and break the temple to cut off the Taoist system, and if you can't beat it, you have to sit down and listen to you misunderstand? Get lost! I'm still willing to talk to you while I'm still willing to talk to you, hurry up! Go back and get your family money out to exchange for your senior brother!"

When the words fell, the middle-aged Taoist seemed to be furious, and slammed the bamboo cane in his hand on the tortoise shell.

At the end of the day, the demon beast screamed, and in the tortoise shell, there was dark red blood that was knocked out by this blow.

In the same place, the Qinghe Dao people retreated again, and after thinking about it for a moment, they immediately bowed down and bowed to the middle-aged Taoist.

"Brother Jian Hanzhi, don't hurt my senior brother's life, poor Dao will return to the mountain gate ......" After saying that, Qinghe Dao glanced at Danxia's old mother on the side, "I will definitely take the supreme treasure medicine and all the treasures in exchange for my senior brother, please stay for a while!"

When the words fell, a flash of inspiration arose in the spot.

But how did the Qinghe people come here, and how did they go back.