"Ahem, cough, ahem!" Yang Dao kept coughing, his face became a little sickly white, as Fang Zhixing said, the two of them were already at the end of the crossbow when they finished the second move.

It's just for the sake of their own face, forcibly mentioning the weather first, otherwise the two of them would not be so glamorous.

Yang Daoyi forcibly suppressed his injuries and walked in the direction of the white robe, but when he was less than five hundred feet away from the white robe, a figure stopped him.

It was the connector person, that is, the dog-legged god next to Fang Zhixing.

"Yang Daoyi, where are you going so eagerly! This is a great opportunity, do you think those people will let you go?" His laughter was neither male nor female, similar to that of a eunuch in the palace.

"Get out!"

Yang Daoyi just shouted out a word, but this roar was a little angry and amazing.

This gloomy god was directly knocked away by this roar, and blood gushed from his mouth, but he did not die.

"Hahaha! If you are old and prosperous, this roar is afraid that you will directly kill me, a third-rate god! But you are tired, you are injured, you can't kill me!"

"Originally, I thought that Fang Zhixing would be the dog of our new emperor in the southern suburbs wholeheartedly, but I didn't expect him to be a wild one! Even we were deceived by him. But the two of you are both defeated, which also gives a little person like me a chance, a chance to tear the earth and seal the king. The damn Yin Yang man retreated as he spoke, and gradually walked in the direction of Yang Daoyi's white robe, where were the disciples of Lan Cong Palace and Li Shaoyang, the person of great cause and effect.

On this trip, their main task was to kill Li Shaoyang, as for Yang Daoyi, he was a third-rate god, but he couldn't face such a master alone.

After all, there are thousands of gods in Cangyun, and not every god is called Yang Daoyi.

"Lao Yang, him, you can't coax him!" Not far away, Li Shaoyang was red-faced and red and shouted with blood to let Yang Dao fight.

But where did Yang Daoyi have the kung fu to ignore him, he just looked at the yin and yang man in front of him who was neither male nor female, and the rotten ass god didn't speak.

"You want to use me to make a name for yourself, but you never knew what you were in my eyes! You wanted to kill that boy, but you didn't know that you didn't deserve it!"

Yang Daoyi's words were very cold, so cold that they were outrageous.

With one step, the finger of his right hand was raised, and the white light of his fingertips rippled, like a wave out of the water.

This finger, even if it is the end of the Yang Dao and a strong crossbow, it can still easily kill this bullshit third-rate god.

The third-rate god of yin and yang weirdness was also panicked when he looked at Yang Daoyi's finger, he knew in his heart that Yang Daoyi's wisp of qi at that time had almost killed him, and his internal organs had already collapsed. If there is no life in this point.

"Have you never thought about why I, a third-rate god, would dare to provoke you? Do you really think that I am the kind of monk who can give up his life because of fame and fortune?" Although the yin and yang strange third-rate god was panicked, he did not have the fear he imagined. Instead, he quietly looked at Yang Daoyi, who was already seriously injured.

"Go, stop him!" the third-rate god shouted and threw something the size of a fist. I don't know why, but I obviously feel that the eerie atmosphere is very heavy.

"The land of the Dead Demons of the Extreme North Cold Frontier is sealed with nine out of ten supreme realm masters in this Cangyun Domain, relying not only on the special climate of the extreme north, but also on this magic stone. There is a will to die in it, even if it is only a magic stone the size of a fist, it is enough to seal you!" said the venerable god, throwing the magic stone over before Yang Dao pressed it with a finger.

This time, the biggest task is not to kill Yang Daoyi, but to kill Li Shaoyang. Now that Fang Zhixing has left, all the hundred gods have been exiled back to the southern suburbs by Fang Zhixing. In the huge Nanze Realm, only this yin and yang weird third-rate god can act.

Tang Tian naturally thought of a risk. He knew that the Nanze human race might not be reliable, so this operation only deployed their southern suburbs to the gods. He knew that Yang Dao was a meritorious member of the Creation and Transformation, so he transferred a hundred gods to come. He knew that these hundred gods might not be completely victorious, so he invited Fang Zhixing, who was as famous as Yang Dao Yi back then, and surpassed Yang Dao One Great Realm today.

Just in case, Tang Tian even took out this magic stone from the Cangyun Treasure House, just to prevent the last thing he didn't want to see happen.

It's unrealistic to kill Yang Daoyi, but it's not difficult to trap him when both are defeated.

"Do you want me to sleep?But how long can this fist-sized magic stone make me sleep? Aren't you afraid that the first thing Lao Tzu will do when he wakes up is to pinch you to death at once?"

He also knew this kind of magic stone, but it was a special seal that could suppress a monk's vitality and make people fall into suspended animation.

If it were normal, he wouldn't care, anyway, living in seclusion in the Lan Cong Palace was similar to fake death, and his cultivation didn't fluctuate anyway.

But today is different, today there are hundreds of disciples of Lan Cong Palace, and there is an important figure such as Li Shaoyang. If he sleeps, I am afraid that something terrible will happen.

"No matter the time, as long as it can make you sleep, if you sleep, they will be finished!" The third-rate Venerable God's eyes looked at the hundred disciples of the Lan Cong Palace who were four or five hundred zhang behind him, and his intention was extremely obvious.

In an instant, Yang Dao was covered by the field energy formed by the magic stone, and gradually fell into a deep sleep, and the white light around his body was outstanding, and he protected himself, the law did not invade, and his life decayed.

"Sure enough, it's an old monster, I still can't enter him fifty zhang in this level of sleep, otherwise I will be drained of life essence by the white light and die. This venerable god sighed in his heart for the gap between him and Yang Daoyi, and slowly walked towards Li Shaoyang and the others.

When he left, his whole body trembled, I don't know if he was shocked by Yang Dao and had internal injuries or was too excited, he walked straight and twitched, exciting!

"Don't panic, I think this waste god may not be able to break Lao Yang's white robe at all, the power of this rag is obvious to everyone, don't be afraid!" Li Shaoyang instead cocked Erlang's legs, waiting for the waste god to come and find trouble.

It's a pity that Lao Yang's white robe was said to be rags by Li Shaoyang, if Yang Daoyi knew that this young man said this, he would directly tear off his white robe, let him face the bleak life, and let him face the dripping blood. Let him know that the human heart is sinister.........

And in order to convince people, Li Shaoyang was not intimidated at all, so he jumped up and stood at the edge of the white robe and grimaced. So hardcore......

"Anyway, it's only a distance of four hundred zhang, not to mention that we can't run out of the protection of the white robe, even if we can, we are only four hundred zhang away from that strange man, and there is no possibility of outrunning him at all, so it's better to save some effort and call for help." Li Shaoyang seems to be full of care, but he is really not afraid.

"He knocked all the Yang seniors with a stick, and it may not be impossible to set us up, you say yes! If we break the white robe, we will die! But we have nowhere to go. It's still a little junior brother who is open-minded and has amazing courage!" Ye Ze looked at Li Shaoyang more and more pleasing to the eye, and couldn't help but praise him twice.

There is a legend that says: Your junior brother will always be your junior brother.

"Is this courage? It is clearly a broken jar, the more wonderful it is at this time, the more admirable it is! You say yes, Ye Ze!" Mu Yanrong on the side said coldly, her eyes have seen through everything.

"What Senior Sister said is very true, as long as what Senior Sister said is right! Hehe, it's a broken jar! The brothers said yes?" Ye Ze looked at the ninety-eight senior brothers behind him and asked with a proud face.

"What Ye Ze said is true! Senior sister is always good!"

Li Shaoyang: "!!!!!!"

"Good guy has definitely practiced, otherwise how can you be so familiar? I really don't know how Lan Gong cultivated your group of best. ”

What else did Li Shaoyang have to say? Speechless...... Still speechless.

"Are you a little too presumptuous, a little disrespectful to me, the god?" At this moment, the yin and yang weird god was close to the white robe, but no one threw him off!

For a while, he, the predator, was a little at a loss!

Are these people all wonderful? Anyway, he is also a god, although he is a third-rate, but it is still a matter of minutes to kill more than a hundred Kaiyuan Realm monks. But the current situation has made him a little self-doubting.

Could it be that he, a third-rate god, couldn't even be shocked by a few milky Kaiyuan realms?

The third-rate god of yin and yang weirdness took out a small and delicate mirror embroidered with chrysanthemums in his hand out of nowhere, and looked left and right.

"No problem, except for a little injury, it's still quite handsome in some embarrassment!"

Sure enough, yin and yang people see themselves as handsome. The chrysanthemum mirror in his hand has a different flavor, in short, it may be a sissy!

He may have forgotten the scene when he was knocked out of his teeth.........

On the white robe, when everyone saw the mirror, they were silent, and even Li Shaoyang stopped shouting. The realm of the sissy, he doesn't understand!

"Hmph, little brutes, show you the wind of the strong!"

The femininity is shocking, and this horse can also be a strong man's demeanor?

I saw that this sissy-like god poked out his five fingers and wanted to forcibly pass through the white robe for protection.

But even if the strength of the five fingers of this sissy god is overwhelming, the protection of the white robe is as tough as kraft paper, although it has fallen deeper and deeper into it, but it can't break through.

"Break it for me!" The yin and yang weird god was a little annoyed and angry, and there was a black yin qi in his five fingers, including blood on his fingers, but he couldn't break through the protection of a master of the same level, it was really embarrassing.

"What is a third-rate, a third-rate is not in the stream! a non-stream-worthy god's combat power is not even as good as a second-rate creation realm peak. The reason why he can become a god is just to steal the wisdom of others and achieve his own fruit position according to the gourd painting. If such an existence in the primordial Heavenly Dao period could only be turned into ashes, where could it be immortal! That is, the Heaven Sealing Prohibition limited the power of the Heavenly Dao, so that such an unpopular existence could also become a clown! Marriage to the god would be worthless. ”

A loud voice came from the sky, as if mocking, as if lamenting the times. There was a bit of exhaustion in his voice, but it was unsettling.

From the sound of this voice, there was a thunderbolt from the sky, which was thunder, but it was not from the sky, and it was like a force that some thought to create.

Above this firmament, there were thousands of unjust souls in the thunderbolt of the clear sky. The constant roar seems to be blind, trying to break free from the thunder but in great pain.

This person's thunder is not as pure as Fang Zhixing's Heavenly Dao aura, but his popularity is even better. The killing aura in it is far from being comparable to Fang Zhixing's thunder.

If Fang Zhixing's thunder is to act on behalf of the heavens and preside over the justice of heaven and earth, then the thunder that appears at this moment is purely for the purpose of killing.

The voices were heard, but the crowd could not see any figures.

Only at the back of the sleeping Yang Dao, a seven-colored light was bright and colorful, and this seven-colored light seemed to be closer to the origin of the rainbow and closer to the Dao.

"This is, father!" In the protection of the white robe, Mu Yanrong was a little confused, that person was clearly his palace master father, but how did this thunder come about?

"Old ghost Mu, I knew you would come, after all, on such an important occasion, it is not quite in line with your calf's temper to leave your daughter alone in such a dangerous place! Come and kill this jumping clown!" Li Shaoyang's originally nervous mood relaxed a lot, although he didn't like this serious and old-fashioned palace master, but at least his life would not be in danger.

"Ahem, ahem, pay attention to the words, pay attention to the words!" Mu Yanrong's eyes on the side were on fire, as if he could kill someone, and Ye Ze stood awkwardly between the two of them and persuaded awkwardly.

"Haha! If this kid is an old ghost, then I'll be a coffin board! But with your temper on my appetite, I'll kill this clown for you!"

After the seven-colored light, there was a person with a hearty laugh, and before the words fell, a blood-colored thunder fell in front of Li Shaoyang, and it slashed on the head of the third-rate god impartially.

The third-rate god fell to the ground in response, the immortal body turned into ashes, and the divine soul turned into a soul and flew into the thunderbolt of the sunny sky to become a part of it.

"Who is this, dare to call the palace master boy, could it be some elderly elder of the Lan Cong Palace?"

"Impossible! Except for Yang Daoyi, no matter how old the elder is, he won't dare to offend the palace master!

"It's very powerful to kill the Venerable God with a thought, but I don't know that someone in the Lan Palace uses thunder!"

At the moment when this unknown existence made a move, the hundred disciples were the first to become lively.

A special being became a topic of discussion for them, all of which could not be understood from its origin.

Li Shaoyang smiled without saying a word, snapped his fingers in the direction of the colorful light and said, "Thank you old man! Well killed! Much more refreshing than that palace master!"

"Hahaha! The old man is the old man! It seems that you already know who I am! If it were not for other reasons, I would have taken you as an apprentice. ”

The man who was called the old man by Li Shaoyang smiled very sincerely, and with his laughter, the thunderbolt in the clear sky in the sky became stronger and stronger.

"Senior sister, don't you think this person's exercises are a little familiar?" Ye Ze on the side asked Mu Yanrong.

"You mean one of the foundations of our Lan Shan Palace?" Mu Yanrong looked at the unjust soul in the thunder, and then looked at the seven-colored light and suddenly realized.

"Thunder kills, the law is monstrous! This reminds me of a master of our Lan Zong Palace! A master who has not been born for five thousand years!"

Ye Ze looked at the unjust soul in the sky thoughtfully, this person who used thunder was very likely to be a legendary figure in Lan Zong Palace, and he never thought that he would be born today.

"Accept apprentices, an impossible old man, it is impossible to apprentice in this life. But with your inheritance, I still have to call you a senior. You say yes, Senior Zhou?" Li Shaoyang smiled evilly and directly named the person's identity.

This person, Li Shaoyang, knew that behind the purple gate there were the twelve methods of the Lan Sect Palace, one of which created the "Divine Forbidden Xuan Lei Gong" but was broken by an unknown reason due to excessive killing. Who is this person who is not Zhou Konghao?

"Haha! Where did you get my inheritance, it was obvious that you used it as nourishment! A wisp of my true soul has been living for years, so I naturally know the situation there. I never thought that I, an old cripple, would be able to meet you today. What a flattering thing to be!"

As soon as these words came out, all living beings were in an uproar, what does it mean to be flattered? Could it be that this Li Shaoyang's identity has a big background? Can a strange person who has the ability to create the twelve methods of the Lan Cong Palace be flattered?

Of course, I don't know if all this was intentional or rashly said by Zhou Konghao.

"The seniors have a tacit understanding, and the juniors have thanked you!" Li Shaoyang was afraid that his identity would be exposed, so he hurriedly said a tacit word.

"Hehe, the old man is abrupt!" Zhou Konghao smiled, as if he was blaming someone in his words.

Click!

Suddenly, in the place where the Yang Dao was sealed, a lightning bolt as thick as a basin fell out of thin air, and a broken stone was on top of the Yang Dao in the middle.

The magic stone shattered, and the white light overshadowed the colored light, and Yang Daoyi suddenly moved, stretching his waist, but it caused internal injuries and coughing.

He didn't say a word for a long time, just coughed, like an old man in his seventies and eighties.

It seems that his injuries are far more serious than everyone can see, but in this way, he is still half a point better than Fang Zhixing, and it can be seen that Fang Zhixing is not having a good time now.

"Hmph! If it weren't for me here, these juniors would be played to death by you!" Behind Yang Daoyi, Zhou Konghao's voice was very serious, as if he wanted to adjudicate Yang Daoyi.

Not only did he say it, but he actually did it! As his mood changed, some of the thunderbolts in the sky really slashed towards the yang path!

Yang Dao did not retreat, and stood up with his left hand turning into a palm, and the white light was full of body, and suddenly he stimulated an energy to go toe-to-toe with the thunderbolt.

Where the two energies were opposite, the two violent forces of red and white distorted the space, and after a while, Yang Daoyi's internal injury recurred, and his chest rose and fell for a while. Sideways to avoid the thunderbolt blow, wisps of blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

"Damn! Lao Tzu and that fellow Daoist hurt the origin in two moves, otherwise I wouldn't be able to resist your bullshit blow!" Yang Daoyi was a little unconvinced, and scolded directly regardless of the injury.

"A bunch of little waste, even a non-existent god can't do it! really smear me!" Yang Dao trembled and walked to the side of the white robe. After collecting the protection, he summoned a purple pill in his hand and swallowed it.