Hushanjun's majesty exploded in full force, and there was a faint white tiger phantom floating behind Hushanjun.

How is that possible!...... This is in the form of qi condensation, how can a little demon who has just transformed into a demon have such magical powers! The boy's heart beat wildly, and when he saw the white tiger behind Hu Shanjun, he could no longer be calm, and he took a step back in surprise.

Then he straightened his chest and took another step forward, the corners of his eyes twitched unconsciously, and he scolded in his heart: "Damn! Lao Tzu was actually frightened by a little demon who had just transformed! If this is passed out, Lao Tzu will not be mixed!"

Although the boy had an atmosphere in his heart, it was impossible for him to rush over like this. He looked at Hu Shanjun vigilantly, and a faint ghost light flashed on the tips of his fingers.

At this moment, the black mist trembled violently, and a desolate and majestic bell came, and the boy's body trembled, and the qi and blood in his body surged, and he actually spit out a mouthful of blood.

And Hushan Jun was not comfortable, as soon as the bell rang, he felt his soul tremble, and the momentum he had just condensed shattered instantly, and the white tiger phantom behind him shattered like glass.

Both of them looked outward.

I saw Wang Jiuchen holding a small purple bronze bell in his hand, constantly striking the black mist, and every time he knocked, the black mist would tumble violently.

"Purple Qi comes from the east!" the boy screamed as if he had seen a ghost, and only horror remained in his eyes!

"Bell!"

There was another loud bang, and the power of this blow was so powerful that it actually stunned Hushan Jun, and in a trance, he seemed to see the black fog around him dissipate sharply!

"Master, there is a demonic spirit!" A Taoist boy held a sword and looked into the distance with deep eyes.

An old Taoist priest with crane hair and a childish face, stroked his beard and said with a smile: "The destiny has appeared, let's go!" said a flick of the wide Taoist sleeves, a gust of wind blew the old Taoist priest was already in the air, and the whole person floated away.

The corners of Dao Tong's mouth smiled slightly, and he pinched a few magic decisions in his hand, and a cloud of green mist rose from under his feet to lift him up, and followed closely.

At this time, in the bamboo forest, the black mist was surging, Wang Jiuchen gritted his teeth, held the purple qi donglai bell high in his hand, and shouted: "Open!" As soon as the words fell, he smashed towards the black fog again!

This time it was not like before, the black mist retreated quickly, Wang Jiuchen smashed into the air, and then a gust of demon wind blew on the ground, and the black mist swept away with the help of the wind!

"Brother Shanjun!" Wang Jiuchen saw the black mist escaping, roared, and chased after him with the purple bell.

chased and fled, and after a while, he had already reached the Xingshui River, and the black fog condensed violently and jumped into the water.

Wang Jiuchen screamed strangely, stepped on the ground, and jumped over, but there was no imaginary splash, and Wang Jiuchen's whole person floated weirdly in mid-air.

"Monster, let go of the master!" Wang Jiuchen kept struggling and scolding in the air!

"You talk so unreasonable!Who is a monster!" A crisp child's voice sounded, Wang Jiuchen was stunned for a moment when he heard it, and twisted his body to look.

I saw a little Taoist boy holding a sword, on the shore, staring at himself angrily!

Before he could speak, he felt a gentle force supporting him and flying towards the shore.

"Oops!" Wang Jiuchen fell to the ground, screamed strangely, and the whole person bounced up again, holding the purple bell and looking at the little Taoist boy in front of him with a careful face.

This Dao Tong was only eleven or twelve years old, his thin and wide Dao robe was covered on his body, his little face was full of childishness and a hint of pride, he pouted, held a long sword, and looked at Wang Jiuchen curiously with big flickering eyes.

"Little monster, let go of my big brother Shanjun!" Wang Jiuchen said angrily holding the purple bell.

Xiao Daotong laughed when he heard this, stuck his sword on the ground, leaned his back against it, and said with a playful face: "Who is the little monster called?"

"The little monster called you!"

"Haha~ It's the little monster who calls me again!" Xiao Daotong smiled while clapping his hands, with a hint of cunning on his face.

"You ......"

"Master, is this the destiny of heaven? Why doesn't it look too smart!" Poor Wang Jiuchen's IQ was despised again.

"Qing Shui!

"Who!" Wang Jiuchen turned his head in a huff, and at some point a green-robed old Taoist stood behind him, and retreated again and again in shock.

The old man was dressed in a green mountain robe, standing upright, his wide sleeved robe was windless, his eyes were full of kindness and determination, he just looked at himself peacefully, but his heart was twitching violently.

"You...... Who are you?"

"My master is a Qingteng real person, have you heard of it?" Xiao Daotong ran to Lao Dao's side with a long sword, and said proudly, although it was a question, but he said extremely surely, as if the whole world should know this name.

"Green Ivy ...... Qingteng real person ......" Wang Jiuchen frowned, this name was indeed very familiar to him, and suddenly he seemed to think of something, his heart beat wildly, and he immediately took out a book from his arms and rummaged through it.

Xiao Daotong stretched his neck with curiosity, and before he could see the title of the book, Wang Jiuchen closed the book, and when he looked up again, Wang Jiuchen's eyes were full of fanaticism, like an extreme believer seeing his true god, the expression on his face kept changing, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

The little Taoist boy who watched it beat the drum in his heart, it's over! This guy is a fool!

"You...... You are Qingteng Zhenren!Known as the Demon Emperor who slaughtered all demons!Qingteng Zhenren!" Wang Jiuchen excitedly pointed to Qingteng Zhenren, and then pointed to the book "A Cultivator's Self-Statement" in his hand!

"Master, he's read the book written by Uncle Shi!" Xiao Daotong said cautiously while pulling the hem of Qingteng's clothes.

At this time, Qingteng Zhenren also blushed, and said embarrassedly: "This book ......"

"Real person! real person! I finally met you, can you sign me? I like this book very much, and I like you very much, especially your sentence, my generation should be rid of demons, and the world has been clear!"

Looking at Wang Jiuchen, who was babbling, Qingteng Zhenren also muttered, this person is really destiny?

"Ahem!" Qingteng Zhenren coughed lightly, pushed Xiao Daotong, and gave him a look.

Xiao Daotong immediately understood, smiled bitterly, inserted the long sword, and the whole person rushed over, grabbed Wang Jiuchen's collar, and pressed Wang Jiuchen to the ground with a force of his small body.

"Be quiet!" Xiao Daotong pulled Wang Jiuchen's collar and yelled.

Although Xiao Daotong's approach is very direct, violent, and rude, it is also very effective.

Wang Jiuchen was shocked by the sudden change and nodded stupidly.

Seeing this, Xiaodao Tong let go of his hand, patted Wang Jiuchen's cheek with a smile, then stood up and raised his eyebrows proudly, and then turned around and walked towards Qingteng Zhenren!