Zhou Shan looked at this scene very calmly, and everything was as he expected.

After being sanctified, some of them hardened their wings, thinking that they had straightened their backs, and wanted to point fingers at him and cut him down.

It's just that people with this kind of thinking are destined to lose face.

The current Zhou Shan is not what it used to be, it is much more terrifying than in the past, and even he doesn't know how strong his peak combat power is now.

But it is certain that it is more than enough to clean up a few saints who have just preached.

"Senior brother, what's going on?"

The usher came to the front and asked knowingly.

Taiqing Laozi seemed to understand the intention of the Taoist, and immediately replied: "Fuxi has robbed me of the opportunity to become a saint, I will ask for an explanation, it seems that Zhoushan Daoyou is very reluctant." ”

"I see," the quasi-Daoist nodded, and then turned his gaze to Zhou Shan, his expression suddenly became cold, "Zhou Shan's little miscellaneous, you dare to make a hindrance from it, this seat sees that you are impatient!"

"Although I have separated from the Xuanmen of Daozu with my junior brother, Taiqing was once my senior brother's senior brother after all, and I have to ask for a satisfactory statement for whatever I say today. The usher echoed on the side, his words were cold and murderous.

These two old bald donkeys are very deep, and after this action, they not only let Taiqing Laozi owe him a favor, but also can find Zhou Shan to seek revenge in a grand manner, and pay for blood debts and blood.

A long time ago, on Buzhou Mountain, they were severely ridiculed by Zhou Shan.

This is an eternal pain in their hearts, and they want to hate it in their dreams, and now, the opportunity has finally arrived.

Brush Brush Brush ......

Just as Zhun Ti and Jie Yin were about to start, dozens of streamers passed through the air.

Also in the next moment, dozens of figures blocked in front of Zhou Shan, it was the Twelve Ancestral Witches headed by Di Jiang.

"What's the matter? you want to bully my big brother Zhou Shan, but my Wu clan won't agree?" Di Jiang calmed his voice, not angry and arrogant.

As his words fell, the twelve ancestors and witches glanced at each other, and they all understood each other, and immediately began to seal their hands together, obviously to arrange the rhythm of the twelve heavenly gods.

Even in the face of the quasi-mention and guidance who had already been sanctified, the Twelve Ancestors did not hesitate to stand up for the sake of Zhou Shan's brother.

Zhou Shan was moved for a while, these twelve brothers did not make friends in vain.

It's just that, how could he let the Twelve Ancestral Witches interfere in the battle of the saints.

Although the Twelve Heavenly Gods Evil Array can summon the true body of Pangu, in the face of the saints, it only has the power to fight.

"Brothers, slow down, your well-meaning brothers have understood. It's just that it's not worth your hand to deal with just two old bald donkeys!"

Zhou Shan's figure flickered, flashed in front of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and said lightly when the wind prevailed.

When the words fell, one stone stirred up a thousand waves.

The pupils bulged at the moment of Zhun Ti and the introduction, as if he wanted to eat Zhou Shan alive.

"Little Miscellaneous Pieces, your time of death has come!"

The sound of the quasi-tidao man twisted as if he was squeezing out of his teeth, which made people feel cold.

He is a dignified saint, the mother of the Buddha of Western Buddhism, and was called a bald donkey by Zhou Shan, which is a great shame and must be washed away with blood.

Bang!

The quasi-Tidao people were furious, and even threw a punch at Zhou Shan.

He condensed the power of the Heavenly Dao, and this punch was extremely fierce, like a tiger descending from a mountain, a dragon coming out of the abyss, and a thunderbolt attacking.

A violent roar came out, and the heavens and the earth shook, shocking the eight wildernesses.

It was a punch that was enough to annihilate any quasi-saint existence, and it was a terrible mess.

However, in this regard, Zhou Shan put his hands behind his back and did not move like a mountain.

He didn't react as if he was scared stupid.

Or in the face of a swift blow from a saint, there was no time to react.

"Brother Shan!"

Seeing this, Houtu couldn't help but scream.

Although it seemed to be a very ordinary punch, it made her daunting, and she sensed the coercion of the supreme saint, and couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat for Zhou Shan at the moment.

Bang!

Immediately afterwards, a shocking collision sound came out, and the punch of the quasi-Daoist smashed into Zhou Shan's head with unmistakable accuracy.

It's just that the scene where the blood splashed in his imagination and Zhou Shan directly exploded and even turned into powder did not appear.

On the contrary, Zhou Shan stepped on the top of the mountain, not moving like a mountain, but it was not damaged at all, not even a single hair was injured.

"How is it possible?" Zhun Tidao's expression changed sharply, looking at Zhou Shan who was close at hand, the corners of his mouth were full of jokes, and a great sense of crisis arose in his heart.

Under the instinctive reaction, the quasi-Daoist wanted to withdraw and retreat, but it was too late.

Zhou Shan stretched out a hand from behind his back, put his five fingers together, and without saying a word, his right palm slapped towards the old face of the quasi-Daoist like a fan.

This kind of change was too shocking, too bizarre, and too fast, so that the would-be Daoist couldn't react at all, and he was slapped in the face right away.

Zhou Shan's slap was extraordinary, his physical body was holy, and the power of his physical body was no worse than the power of the Heavenly Dao, at least not worse than the power of the Heavenly Dao that Zhun Ti, who had just attained enlightenment, could mobilize.

Syllable!

Hearing a crisp slap sound, the quasi-Daoist was slapped back by Zhou Shan.

The sound was incomparably crisp, resounding throughout the entire Buzhou Mountain.

The quasi-Tidao man flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, blood spurted wildly from his mouth, and two teeth flew out, which was miserable.

For a long time, the quasi-Tidao man stabilized his body, covering his bulging cheeks, shocked and angry, like a primary school student who was very unconvinced by the teacher.

At this moment, the Daoist who was about to launch a fatal blow after Zhun Ti suddenly stopped.

Suddenly, the world was silent, deathly silent, silent, and the falling needles could be heard.

"How, how is it possible?" The Daoist looked at Zhou Shan blankly, his eyebrows filled with extremely rich doubts, as if the entire worldview had collapsed.

There are all ants under the saints, how can Zhou Shan, a little miscellaneous mincite, slap the fly and lift it, how is this possible?

If this scene was not seen with his own eyes, he would not believe that the Taoist would have beaten him to death, it would be even more outrageous than the Arabian Nights.

On the side, Di Jiang, who was watching the battle, seemed to remember something, and his eyes suddenly lit up, "The flesh is sanctified, oh my God! Brother Shan, you have actually reached the realm of flesh sanctification!"

In terms of physical attainments, there is no one in the world who can surpass the Ancestral Witch, but at most, he has reached the peak of the quasi-saint, and it is difficult to take a step forward.

In these days, many desolate powers that have cultivated the way of the primordial gods have been sanctified one after another, and they have mastered the supreme power.

The Wu clan was born without a primordial god, so Di Jiang and the other twelve ancestors and witches imagined whether they could reach the level of a saint in the flesh and forge the body of a true saint.

And they are still exploring the possibility of this step, but now, Zhou Shan has reached this height, so they can't help but be shocked.

On the side, Houtu's red lips opened widely, almost a little out of shape.