In the eyes of outsiders, the black iron rod in Wang Zimo's hand must not be ordinary, especially the elders of the White Horse Pavilion, all of them are itching in their hearts......

This waste wood, I didn't expect the opportunity to slip away!

There is not only an oil-paper umbrella that imprisons time and space, but also a black iron rod.

This black iron rod looks inconspicuous, but it is very remarkable! Not to mention breaking through the body protection of the Sanyang Dao people, he has no power to fight back.

How many treasures did he still have on him?

"You! Die!"

"I have good thoughts in my heart and give Xinyue real people a chance of life. ”

"But you repay me with virtue and put me to death!"

Wang Zimo murmured in a low voice while fighting, as if to tell himself, is all this worth it?

Suddenly, he shut up.

A self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his resolute lips.

"What's the use of me saying that?"

The prince felt uncomfortable in his heart, and he tried desperately to prove that he was a good man. But no matter how you do it, it is a bad thing in the eyes of these people, he is a heinous murderer, and he should go to the hell of the blood pool.

"Ahh

The people of Sanyang Dao felt more and more powerless, and the incumbent elder of his dignified White Horse Pavilion was actually dodged by a waste of wood.

"Why don't you stop him!"

Sanyang Daoist finally put down his face and asked for help, "This son of evil can pull out the Xuanyang Sword, you all know that the Qingming Curie of Baiyun Temple is suppressing the ancient demons, he must be controlled by the devil, if this son is not suppressed now, in time, the White Horse Pavilion will become the next Baiyun Temple!"

When these words were spoken, a group of White Horse Pavilion disciples happened to appear not far away.

They hurried from Luqi County to re-mark the loose seal, and before they could get closer, they saw the Sanyang Dao people in Qimenju being chased and beaten by a young man.

The remaining eight elders of the White Horse Pavilion stood still.

They didn't know that on weekdays, these high-ranking elders did not save them one by one because they were afraid that Wang Zimo would once again summon the oil-paper umbrella that made everyone fearful.

The people of Sanyang Dao were completely desperate at this time.

This is something he can't figure out, and it's something that Wang Zimo has never figured out.

Just now, the anger in my heart could not be vented, like a big stone blocking the surging flood, holding it in my heart, constantly hammering my chest.

The Tao is different, not the same!

Why do I have to prove my innocence to you?

If you think I'm the Adversary, I'm the Adversary. I'm not just a devil, I'm going to show you! I'm an out-and-out devil!

Suddenly, everything became clear.

Those dark and terrifying eyes became pure as water, and there was no longer the slightest hint of anger.

Night is falling, and tonight's full moon is unusually bright. The moonlight sprinkled on the cliff wall, reflecting a blue-gray light, diluting the shadows of the people on the ground.

The prince was suspended in the void, and at this moment, it was really like a demon flying wildly.

He slowly spread his arms and let the black iron rod circle around him. Incomparable power, strange power, is injected into the body like an empowerment.

However, there is a trace of holiness mixed in him, but he is too restrained and ignored.

The people of Sanyang Dao were finally scared.

If the violent beating just now was just a small skin injury, then at this moment, he truly realized that this prince Mo had irresistible strength in an instant.

This force is extremely domineering!

He was terrified, and his thin eyelids struggled to stare, trying to resist with the "Qingming Wuji Diagram" that he couldn't control.

Chun Yuan and the others on the side shuddered, and those Baiyunguan disciples were even more silent.

On the other hand, the three of Gong Ju didn't feel anything, after all, Wang Zimo was able to pull out the Xuanyang Sword, what could be more scary than this?

The prince exhaled a mouthful of hot and smelly blood, raised his right hand and shook it in the void, and the rapidly rotating black iron rod returned to his hand in an instant.

"I didn't kill people!"

He stared at Yan Yefeng in the distance, his clear eyes dyed red again with anger. The knuckles of the right hand holding the black iron rod exploded, creaking, creaking, and the green tendons could be seen trembling with the deepening of strength.

This time, he didn't do it to prove his innocence.

It's more like a murderous maniac's cold conversation before finishing off his prey.

The Sanyang Daoist completely collapsed, ripped off the crown, grabbed the Taoist robe, staggered away, looked back as he ran, and the fluttering voice was one after another, like killing a pig, and fled in the direction where the disciples of the White Horse Pavilion gathered.

"Humph!"

"If you look for death, no one will save you!"

The prince snorted coldly, and the black iron rod in his hand was thrown out violently.

The "woo ......" broke through the silent night.

In the moonlight, the rapidly rotating black iron rod turned out to be like a freshly brushed white plate, and like a rapidly rotating saw blade, getting closer and closer to the back of the Sanyang Dao people.

"Ahh

Wang Zimo suddenly hugged his head, and the void fell rapidly, and he knelt on the ground suddenly.

"Boom!"

Immediately after, like the last time the Sanyang Dao people attacked Wang Zimo, the black iron rod slammed into the back of the Sanyang Dao people.

For a while, in the eyes of the disciples of the White Horse Pavilion, the Sanyang Daoist was like a big horse monkey that fell in the air, face down and the ground came to an intimate dog eating.

"Oh no! When did this waste wood become so!" Liu Xinyan suddenly shuddered.

"That's the Sanyang Daoist of the Seven Sects!" A female disciple began to whisper: "It's really pitiful, only one disciple under the door was killed by the devil, and now he is beaten by the devil again." It's so deceitful!"

"Bullying me, there is no one in the White Horse Pavilion!"

Some disciples couldn't help but rush out and helped the Sanyang Dao people up. They couldn't understand why Daoist Chunyuan and those elders didn't even work together?

Looking at Wang Zimo again, he was in pain at this time.

The head is like being drilled a hole by a screw shovel and filled with boiling water, but it is difficult to bear.

He kept hitting the ground with his head in his hands,

Only now did he suddenly realize that he had just been able to chase after the Sanyang Dao people to fight, not because of how powerful the black iron rod was, but because the black iron rod could temporarily absorb the anger that blocked the spiritual platform.

Without the protection of the aura, Wang Zimo's spiritual platform is completely clear.

The palm-sized space is completely occupied by milky white, which feels exactly the same as the feeling brought by an oil-paper umbrella.

It's the breath of Dai Xiaomo!

So what exactly is this anger?

Why do you want to lock Dai Xiaomo's breath in my altar?

After opening the altar, Wang Zimo instantly had his own spiritual sense. He saw that his bones were shattered everywhere, especially in his chest, almost every bone was shattered to the size of a finger, but it was forcibly healed together by a thin film of water.

As a result of the vigorous action just now, some of the water membranes slowly cracked, and the bones staggered, oozing pus and blood.

He saw that his dantian was full of vitality of various attributes, and those vitality were like dead things, and he couldn't see any life.

Wang Zimo realized that this kind of piled up of sanctification was not holiness at all.

It's like comparing a 200-pound fat man with a 200-pound fitness man. Although it is the same weight, it is not a level of quality!

The spiritual consciousness soaked in milky white juice for fourteen years, and became incomparably powerful.

He suddenly discovered that there were two crimson poisonous needles hidden in a corner of the dantian. Without waiting for the prince to reflect silently, the two soul devouring needles quickly stabbed towards the spirit platform.

The prince rolled on the ground with his head in his hands, in pain.

The Sanyang Dao people over there seemed to be beaten stupidly, and they were stunned for a long time before they reacted, touched their heads full of blood stasis, and suddenly jumped like thunder. However, his body and bones were scattered, his back was in a fierce pain, and his legs could barely stand up, but he was also trembling.

Sanyang Daoist forced his face and suddenly smiled playfully.

"Soul Searching Needle?"

He felt the Soul Searching Needle in Wang Zimo's body again, and then shook his head again, the Soul Searching Needle would not cause any harm to the host!

"This ...... What is it?"

"Zhenlin, what did you learn for the teacher?"

"Hey, no matter what, as a teacher, this will avenge you!"

Yan Yefeng hid behind the senior brother and sister of the previous session and watched from afar, he pretended to be cowardly, but in his heart he imagined that he would one day become the chief senior brother of the White Horse Pavilion.

With the Green Swimming Poison Cow Cub, he is not afraid of anyone.

The main thing now is to keep the cubs hidden from anyone. Yan Yefeng stared at Wang Zimo coldly, he knew that it was Yu Zhenlin's Soul Devouring Needle attack.

"I believe that he didn't kill people!"

The crisp sound reached everyone's ears. Master Chunyuan's body shook violently, and he looked at Xinyue Zhenren in disbelief.