A fat-like throat made an empty "uh, uh" sound.

When the prince knocked down his third finger, the ranking elders of the White Horse Pavilion suddenly discovered the clue: this scoundrel actually used witchcraft on Xinyue.

They didn't know what Wang Zimo was doing, but it was not difficult to judge from Xinyue Zhenren's painful and distorted expression that she would definitely kill her!

The elders gritted their teeth with hatred, but they were helpless.

Fourth, fifth.

And the last one, the sixth.

Knocking on the sea of qi, Wang Zimo can kill Xinyue, and then refine the qi into beads by circulating the technique.

His fingers froze in mid-air, and Wang Zimo suddenly hesitated.

"I didn't kill people!"

A low, hoarse voice roared out of his throat, and the prince's throat shook like a lion's angry roar, and he suddenly clenched his palms into fists and slammed them next to Xinyue Zhenren's pale cheeks.

Half a strand of hair smashed into the ground and broke at the roots.

It was still with a white and crystalline hair capsule, stuck between Wang Zimo's wounds cut by rubble, stained red by the blood that slowly flowed out, and then dripped onto Xinyue's small ears.

"I didn't kill people!"

Wang Zimo clenched his teeth, his mouth full of blood foam dyed his teeth red, and his bloodshot eyes stared at Xinyue's dead pupils like ashes, word by word, sonorous and powerful!

In the end, he still didn't kill the killer.

Half a cup of tea was fleeting, and since Wang Zimo took his right hand away from the sea of qi, Xinyue Zhenren felt that the power was returning rapidly, and the divine consciousness that had been knocked out was slowly condensing.

This is the supernatural power of the Sky Splitting Master.

Even if the divine consciousness is damaged, as long as the Dao disk is not extinguished, it can be quickly reborn.

Xinyue Zhenren believed it, and looked at Wang Zimo's eyes with apologies. She trembled with excitement when she was reborn, but all this fell into the eyes of the White Horse Pavilion Elder, but it turned into witchcraft.

"Rebel, stop!"

Sanyang Dao people hated Wang Zimo to the bone, and with a flick of his long sleeves, an untraceable silver needle came out in an instant.

The silver needle was extremely thin, and it was quickly used by the Sanyang Dao people at such a close distance, and even Mingbao was difficult to detect.

However, the people of Sanyang Dao disdained to assassinate Wang Zimo with a hidden weapon.

I saw that his cold nose suddenly bulged, and his little finger hooked imperceptibly. In an instant, the silver needle quickly enlarged in a short distance of ten zhang, and when it was pressed against Wang Zimo's back, it was already as thick as a cannon brand, and the runes on it were entangled, faintly revealing the silk-like light inside.

His beloved disciple died tragically, and he couldn't even find a corpse.

Seeing Wang Zimo's face pretending to be innocent and pitiful, the Sanyang Dao people couldn't wait to throw him into the oil pot, fry him alive, and crush his bones and scatter ashes!

Wang Zimo just wants to prove his innocence.

Seeing Xinyue Zhenren apologize, he finally relieved the evil anger in his chest. Before he could turn around, he was suddenly blown out by the top of the stick.

The strength of the silver pillar is not strong, but it also completely deforms the entire back.

The thin body leaned back violently, the sternum bulged unnaturally, and the vertebral process was like a wooden stick that had been violently broken, pestle straight under the flesh, making people dare not look directly.

"Hoo ......"

Wang Zimo opened his mouth with difficulty.

In an instant, the stinky blood foam spurted out of his mouth and nose, and Wang Zimo roared in his ears and shook his head, only feeling that he was being held by a pair of hands, slowly holding it up, suspended in mid-air.

"Sanyang, you are looking for death!"

Before the sound of Gong Hu arrived, the huge copper gourd had already smashed through the Ninefold Kunyuan Great Array and blocked in front of Ming Bao. He stood on the copper gourd, looking at the oil-paper umbrella from afar, the half index finger of his right hand shaking unconsciously with fear, and his bronze face was expressionless.

"Zimo can pull out the Xuanyang Sword, if something happens to him, he will pay for your life!"

Mingbao was also trembling, he never expected that the marriage with Wang Zimo would be such a terrifying existence, and he actually imprisoned the twelve Heaven Splitting Monks with his own strength, and it was only half a cup of tea.

The cultivator's fighting method can kill the opponent with just one breath.

Half a cup of tea, just thinking about it makes people's bones sore and sweaty. If he gave this half of the tea time to Mingbao, he would be able to refine everyone's primordial spirits, and then refine the twelve corpses into vajra puppets, or dispose of them directly, leaving no trace.

However, with Mingbao's cultivation, let alone half a cup of tea, even half a breath can't be done.

How domineering this is!

Who is she sacred, and why is she so to an ordinary teenager?

No!

Zimo is not ordinary, how can a person who can pull out the Xuanyang Sword be ordinary?

The people of Baiyun Temple were in deep fear, but the elders of the White Horse Pavilion were still in the dark.

They thought that Wang Zimo's body contained a magic weapon that could imprison time and space, and this magic weapon had surpassed their cognition, maybe it was the legendary immortal weapon! In the blink of an eye, these people looked at Wang Zimo with more greed.

Especially Sanyang Dao people and Guang Pingzi.

Under Mingbao's threat, the eyes of the two were still shining, and they did not hide it at all. In their opinion, Mingbao's threat is empty intimidation, how could he go to the White Horse Pavilion as an enemy because of a waste of wood?

"Uh~ah——!"

The prince struck a wit and regained control of his body.

Turning his head, he found that Xinyue Zhenren was struggling to repair his injured body, the beads of sweat on his forehead were fine and crystalline, his arms were turning in a big spiral, and a pair of wonderful hands were turning over one after another, constantly transporting the water color yuan force into Wang Zimo's body.

Good is like water.

If she hadn't been blinded by hatred just now, Xinyue would have been a loving person.

This is just the prince's one-sided thought, Xinyue Zhenren is in charge of the punishment of the White Horse Pavilion, and none of the disciples are not respectful to her.

"Put me down!"

Wang Zimo struggled to his feet and grabbed Xinyue Zhenren's wrist, the back of his hand was violent, and his nails were deeply embedded in the soft skin.

Xinyue didn't dare to make any moves, a ninja like her mother, and let the prince hold on to her fiercely.

But he saw that the prince was clenching his teeth, his eyes were round, and the green tendons were constantly bulging, wriggling around his neck like earthworms.

"Ah——!h

Just a simple action of getting up, almost all his strength.

Wang Zimo lowered his head, his eyes showed a fierce glow, and strands of hair were glued together with blood foam, and they were brown spots, just enough to cover the pair of pupils that had completely turned black.

"Die! I want you dead!"

He suddenly stood up, as if from the netherworld of hell, and let out a dull roar in his throat.

Pulling out the black iron rod from his back, Wang Zimo suddenly rushed out with an arrow step, and rushed towards the sarcastic smile of the Sanyang Daoist. When everyone thought it was impossible, Wang Zimo picked up the black iron rod with all his might, held it high above his head, and held it with both hands like a stone.

Moreover, it turned out to be ......

It was smashed the forehead of the Sanyang Daoist.

Time seems to stand still.

The elders of the White Horse Pavilion scoffed at Wang Zimo's actions, and what they were always on guard against was the three rusty nails of the White Cloud Temple. But I never thought that the most unlikely thing would appear in front of me!

"Uh~!"

Sanyang Daoren's left hand froze in mid-air.

No matter how much he wanted to break his head, he couldn't figure out why he didn't even block the usual blow of a waste.

When Yan Yefeng accused Wang Zimo of murder, Liu Xinyan, a subordinate of Guangpingzi, was not far behind and told the truth that this person was a natural waste.

The sharp rhetoric made the prince silently useless.

Even if he can pull out the Xuanyang Sword, it is not a waste of firewood, he can't even reach the Divine Enlightenment Realm, and he still needs the protection of a woman to fight, what is this not waste wood? I don't know what method the stupid barbarians of Baiyun Temple used to forcibly make a false Saint.

I just want to get rid of the Chaos Primordial Stone!

Joke!

What a joke!

Sanyang Daoren was still laughing at Wang Zimo just now, but he didn't expect that he would become a joke next. The black iron rod was swaggering, and every time it was able to bypass its own defenses with unerring accuracy, greeting it mercilessly on the head.

It's simply impossible!

Wang Zimo is getting faster and faster.

Mingbao and Gong Hu looked at the black iron rod in Wang Zimo's hand in surprise, and the two of them seemed to have a heart, and turned their heads to look at Bai Li almost at the same time.

Bai Li also felt the extraordinaryness of the black iron rod, swallowed his saliva and said quietly: "He said that he picked it up in Jincheng, and I didn't know that this broken stick was powerful." ”

A steady stream of anger reflected a black shadow from Wang Zimo's forehead, and through the ink-like pupils, it was closely linked to the black iron rod in his hand.

If it is said that if it is a different person, the Sanyang Dao people who may not be able to fight with a black iron rod doubt life.

If the prince changed a weapon, it might also make the Sanyang Dao people think about the true meaning of life.

After all, he was a master of the Heaven Splitting Realm, and he had just gotten a glimpse of the Dao Sect and understood many rules that the Holy Cultivators didn't know. However, such a master was powerless in the face of Wang Zimo.