The town of Xinghong is empty.

The people who are here today are not mortals.

There are Venerable Masters who have cultivated to become Yin Gods, and there are also real people who have cultivated to Yang Gods.

Gather here, overwhelming all directions.

With the order of the Lord of the Xuantian Division.

Seeing that all parties showed their skills, they struck towards the Taoist temple.

Brilliant light!

Boom!

I saw that among the countless lusters, smoke and dust suddenly rose up!

Half of this Taoist temple collapsed in an instant!

But there is still half of it, crumbling, but not crumbling and broken.

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"Damn, why is it so unreasonable!"

The lieutenant was scolding angrily, coughing up a mouthful of blood, and his breath was sluggish.

In his left hand, he held a whisk of dust, and the dust silk was like a spider web, spreading in all directions, stretching away, connecting all parts of the Taoist temple.

The old monk of Nanshan Temple, on his right side, is full of golden Buddha light, Zen sound and reading, holding a bowl in his hand, and the bowl radiates light, scattered into the Taoist temple.

These magic weapons originally fell into the hands of Su Shenjun, and now that the great enemy is present, Su Shenjun will also return these treasures to the enemy.

It's just that even if this Taoist monk is a profound Taoist, and the treasures he makes are also in the ranks of magic weapons, he is the highest level, but in the face of the bombardment of the Xuantian Department, he can't support it.

The dust threads that connected the various places of the Taoist temple broke and crackled one after another, and the dust, which can be called the best magic weapon, was suddenly dimmed to the extreme, and the handle had burst out of countless cracks, which was already half-wasted.

The bowl in the old monk's hand, the light suddenly faded, and it was torn apart in an instant.

Zhongguan Zheng's breath was sluggish, and his breathing was weak.

The old monk's golden body was also much lower, and his glass-like body gradually burst out of cracks and spread to his face.

In an instant, this old monk was like a porcelain that was about to be broken.

This monk didn't expect that the Xuantian Ministry's attack was so fierce and difficult, completely unreasonable, not paying attention to morality, and directly attacking in groups.

"Su Shenjun ......"

The Cloud Trail Daoist knelt on the ground and coughed, coughing up blood.

Not far in front of him, the little Taoist priest of Si Tianjian was lying on the ground, breathing weakly, but barely dead.

The three brothers of Master Zongping were already lying in one place, their breathing was also broken, and their vitality was so weak that even the clouds could barely detect it, but in fact it was no different from death.

"If Su Shenjun doesn't make a move, I'm really going to die here. ”

Zhongguan Zheng took out the magic sword and clenched his teeth, his breath was sluggish, but he still had the strength to spare.

However, the Xuantian Sect attacked in a group before, and the power was really too terrifying.

If such a formation as the Xuantian Department strikes again, then the Taoist temple will inevitably turn into ruins.

And the people inside, except for Su Shenjun, I am afraid that none of them will be spared, including his lieutenant inside, and they will not escape the danger of falling.

The old monk was covered in golden light, but his skin was full of cracks, and he folded his hands and chanted the Buddha's name.

Monk Mingding's face was pale, barely able to move, but he had almost no strength.

The Xuantian Department of Shicai made all the moves, and most of them were resisted by Zhongguan Zheng and the old monk, so that Yunji and Mingding were saved from death, but there was still residual power, resulting in serious injuries.

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Outside the Taoist temple.

The Lord of the Xuantian Sect had a gloomy face.

A mere Taoist temple, even if it is a master's generation, can be easily erased.

Now that everyone has taken action, even the Yang God Zhenren who moved mountains and reclaimed the sea is among them, and he can't destroy this ordinary Taoist temple.

Although there is an old Taoist who is a priest and an old monk of Nanshan Temple, who tries his best to protect the Taoist temple, there is no lack of yang gods among the people who can make a move.

Such a huge formation is enough to wipe out Xinghong Town, enough to destroy any mountain, and enough to break the mountain protection array of a sect.

The Zhongguan Zheng and the old monk in the Taoist temple alone couldn't resist it at all.

But the Taoist temple still did not collapse.

It can only prove that the eight cultivators did not do their best.

Although it has developed so far, it has been considered extremely strong.

But the cultivators of the Xuantian Division, their loyalty, after all, cannot be compared to the Taoists of Si Tianjian...... The prestige of the Xuantian Department is not as good as that of Si Tianjian after all.

Cultivators from all walks of life are afraid of each other, and they are unwilling to show their skills to the fullest, for fear of being spied on.

This is the biggest crisis of the Xuantian Division.

But this is also the time when the Lord of his Xuantian Sect establishes his authority!

If he gives another order and everyone takes action, even if there are still hidden people among the eight cultivators, it will be enough to destroy the Taoist temple and destroy all the old Taoists and monks who have been seriously injured inside.

But he didn't have to.

His own shot is enough to destroy the Taoist Temple!

In the eyes of everyone, the Taoist temple that had not been destroyed by gathering the power of many cultivators in the Xuantian Department was destroyed by the hands of him, the leader!

This is his greatest prestige in the Xuantian Department!

The gloomy complexion of the Lord of the Xuantian Division retracted a little, and gradually turned into a cold color.

He soared into the air and landed with a palm.

"Broken!"

This palm is mighty, like a mountain falling from the sky.

The mighty atmosphere swept like a wind and waves, mixed with smoke and dust, earth, stone and wood, and exploded!

Under the power of this palm, the Taoist temple was completely shattered and destroyed.

The eight cultivators of the Xuantian Sect all felt the awe-inspiring momentum of this palm.

In particular, many Venerable Masters did not know the truth and only felt that the Taoist temple, which had not been completely destroyed by the previous efforts, was so vulnerable after the leader's action.

"How many ambushes there are in Si Tianjian here today, how many ambushes will my Xuantian Department eat you!"

The lord of the Xuantian Division, with his hands on his back, stood tall in the air, looked down at the dusty ruins below, and said in a cold voice: "Zhongguanzheng, since you are willing to be used as bait, this seat will eat your bait......!

His voice is like a bell, spreading all over the world, inspiring people.

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The atmosphere in the field was stagnant.

The Taoist temple is in ruins!

The power is still there, and the smoke is billowing and filling!

"Bait your uncle!"

A weak and old voice seemed to be about to scold, but it was too weak, and the voice was very low.

Although the sound is extremely low, it is very clear to the ears of many real people and Venerable Masters here.

Everyone is disgusted!

The Lord of the Xuantian Department stood high in the sky, looking down on the mortals, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

He thought that under this palm, he would be able to destroy the Taoist temple and kill the people inside.

Unexpectedly, this seriously injured Zhongguan Zheng would survive with his full strength.

The smoke and dust gradually faded away.

Among the ruins.

Taoist monks are lying everywhere, dying, and there are also those who have no breath at all.

There are two other people, whose heads are separated, and they are people from the Xuantian Division, and they are already dead.

But in this ruin, there is another person, who looks like a teenager, and his breath is restrained.

The young man stood in place, completely ignoring the people around him, and also turned a blind eye to the lord of the Xuantian Department at his head, just looked down at Zhongguan Zheng, sighed, and complained: "If you say that you will last three or five hours, you will be depressed......"