"In broad daylight, the two of you are hugging each other, what kind of system have you become?"

"Don't you feel like you're dying, so you want to taste it?"

The altar master sneered, but he didn't intend to give Yang Dong any chance at all.

I saw his palm falling, wrapped in an almost endless power of luck.

However, at the moment when his palm was about to fall, Yang Dong's eyes widened suddenly. At the same time, the meridians in his body seemed to have completely recovered at this moment!

Even the pink true qi in his body reappeared like a negative Tailai.

And its scale is far better than the trace that Yang Dong had mastered before.

Yang Dong's eyes closed slightly, and the whole person seemed to have entered a mysterious and mysterious state.

He is just instinctively fighting back, but this counterattack feels so powerful.

All of a sudden, the owner of the altar found out that the strength of the other party was actually on a par with himself.

At this moment, the steps under Yang Dong's feet suddenly changed again.

At the same time, he was several points faster.

Yang Dong's punch was like a thunderbolt, wrapped in the power of Wan Jun, and he actually took the initiative to attack the position of the altar master.

The altar master snorted coldly, but he mobilized the strength of his whole body.

At this moment, his heart was extremely horrified.

Yang Dong, this kid, what's going on?

Obviously he had seriously injured him, why could he still stand up and fight him again.

Not only that, but why is his strength getting stronger and stronger now?

The altar master was puzzled, but reason told him that Yang Dong at this moment was already at the end of the crossbow.

As long as he holds on for a while, Yang Dong will be defeated.

In this way, the two sides went back and forth, and more than 30 moves passed.

Sure enough, everything was as expected by the altar master, and Yang Dong's offensive was gradually weakening.

At the same time, his aura began to become disordered.

"Hmph, I thought you had any ability, but it turned out that it was just with the help of some external forces."

"That's it, the master of this altar doesn't want to miss the hour!"

As the altar master spoke, the figure of the whole person stopped in place.

At the same time, the power of qi luck in his body began to surge and roll, the difference was that these power of qi luck, which was like boiling water, actually faintly turned black at this moment, like the black mist that had just poured into his body.

And in the face of this black power of luck, even Yang Dong, who relied on instinct to fight, couldn't help but stop.

He stared at the altar master with a little fear, and suddenly a roar similar to a beast came out of his throat.

Just as he was about to continue the attack, suddenly a light sound came from the air.

"I didn't expect Boss Jia's little blue pill to be so strong."

"Knowing this, Lao Tzu should have asked him for a sack in the first place. When the time comes, I look at Cuihua's girl, do you dare to speak loudly to Lao Tzu! ”

As he spoke, a barefoot beggar covered in rags and with a scruffy beard appeared in front of Yang Dong.

He struck Yang Dong on the back of the neck with a knife, and Yang Dong fell to the ground in response.

The beggar clapped his hands indifferently and said to himself:

"I finally accepted an apprentice, but I was injured like this by a waste."

"Little waste, do you know what the consequences will be if you move Lao Tzu's apprentice?"

As soon as these words came out, the altar master who was holding back his big move had a slightly stunned expression.

He gave the beggar a deep look, and then a look of disdain flashed in his eyes.

"Just ordinary people, you dare to shout in front of the lord of this altar, it seems that you have lived enough."

"That's it, it's better to choose a day than to hit the day, since you have also come here as a master, let's go back to the west with your apprentice today!"

As he spoke, the wind blew fiercely around the altar owner. The thick black air rolled over, like dark clouds before a thunderstorm.

"Hmph, clean up all these bells and whistles."

The beggar pursed his lips disdainfully, and glanced at Wan Yanyue, who was hugging Yang Dong tightly, and said:

"Little girl, take care of this kid, understand?"

Although Wan Yanyue was not sure of the identity of this beggar, looking at the meaning of the other party, it was clear that he was the person of his own wave.

It's just that...... Can he really be able to defeat the altar master who kills like a god?

This beggar is not an outsider, it is Hong Lao Liu, who Yang Dong had never found in Qunfang Building.

It's just that why Hong Lao Liu appeared here, but there is no way to know.

I saw that Hong Laoliu glanced at the altar owner not far away, and there was no interest in his eyes.

As soon as he raised his wrist, a gust of wind blew!

The next moment, the altar master of the human altar wasted most of the day's strength, and the black qi condensed was actually easily blown away by this wind.

"It's boring to say you treacherous little minions."

"Looking at your cultivation, you have also stepped into the innate realm at the beginning. How do people get more and more pumped and thrown into sophistry? ”

"Don't you know that the practice of sophistry is harmful to the principles of heaven and is not tolerated by heaven?"

As soon as these words came out, the owner of the altar immediately changed his face.

He turned from offense to defense, staring vigilantly at the beggar-like man in front of him;

"What is heaven forbidden? Don't you know the great god Rasheng? ”

"In our cults, there are also god-like beings. Do you think ......"

"Rason?"

Hong Lao Liu's cheeks flashed with a strange look.

He stared at the master of the altar as if he were watching a joke.

"That thing from Luo Sheng, now it's also called a great god? He's just a dog raised by your master, and you still believe in him! ”

As soon as these words came out, not only did the face of the altar master change, but even some of the cultists who were curled up and hiding in the cave also changed their faces.

They subconsciously looked in the direction of the shrine, but saw that above the shrine, the wood carving of the great god Rasheng was actually motionless!

It's strange, isn't the great god Rasheng able to hear our prayers, why is he not moving at this moment?

Could it be that because of the grand ceremony, the god Rasheng was blocked?

Whatever, if you dare to insult our god Luosheng, you will definitely not let this old man have good fruit to eat!

Several cultists glanced at each other, and they all saw a hint of firmness in each other's gazes.

So a few of them immediately picked up the wood carving and rushed in the direction of Hong Lao Liu.

As they ran, they shouted:

"Old thing, our great god Rasheng is here, how can you casually put your beak in it?"

At the same time, in some palatial palace.

A richly dressed middle-aged man was reclining on a soft couch, closing his eyes and recuperating.

And around his neck, I don't know who tied a chain.

He yawned pleasantly and muttered to himself:

"Counting up, there should be a gas delivery today. Why hasn't it been delivered? ”