Zhang Wenchu's Taoism is the same as that of his brothers, between winning and asking for the usual. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The third brother died in the Crane Ming Festival, and the eldest brother was injured and in front of him. The half-immortal Zhang Jin and the three musketeers of Longhu Mountain have not yet turned back, and at the moment, he is the only one who takes the lead.

He put his hands behind his back, as if he had no fear, and stood on the collapsed door with such a big grin.

Behind him was more than 100 pairs of admiring eyes from Longhu Mountain, and in front of him was Qiyun Mountain's suspicious eyes. Taisu Palace, Hu Jian Yuan, and Wei Gaogong couldn't guess where his confidence came from......

Pusira doesn't care about that, the Valkyrie's creed is - you are strong and I am stronger, but I am afraid that you are not strong and it is not cool enough.

She stood on the eaves of the True Martial Ancestral Hall, holding the golden mana javelin, and locked on to Zhang Wenchu with her powerful divine sense.

The javelin missed, and its sharpness pierced the opponent's nerves like a steel cone. Zhang Wenchu was like a man's chest, reflexively tensing the muscles of his whole body, and the sweat couldn't stop dripping down.

Pusira entered the battle state, her expression was very solemn, and she completely restored the image of the goddess as cold as frost. It's because of the respect for battle in her bones. For her, every fight is sacred, and the fall of the enemy gives a knight more aura, so she is grateful to every opponent from the bottom of her heart.

"Please leave your last words, sir. This is unceremonious, but without the slightest contempt, as if to give mercy.

"Good...... The world only knows that Longhu Mountain is widely spread, but they don't know that my Zhang family has another mission to pass it on. Zhang Wenchu was surprisingly obedient and spoke slowly.

"Since the beginning of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the ancestor Zhang Ling founded the Heavenly Master Dao in Yingtan Longhu Mountain, and after thousands of years, there was a Zhengyi of half of the Daomen. During this period, the gate was scattered, and the forty-eighth generation of the heavenly master Zhang Yanqi built the Zhenwu Temple here, so that there is the current Taisu Palace. The situation in Maoshan is similar, they are all my disciples and grandchildren of Longhu Mountain. It's a pity that everyone is ungrateful, driven by interests, and each of them controls one side, which divides me from all sides, and even today is completely subject to the truth. ”

These words are not like last words, but like an agitated essay. Because it was justified and there was no wanton abuse, the Daoists of Qiyun Mountain did not stop it. Pucira slowly lowered her golden javelin as well.

"You all know these truths, but in the end, no one is willing to recognize your ancestors and return to my Longhu Mountain. In this world, big fists are the truth. I, Longhu Mountain, have never liked grinding and chirping. The law provides protection for the worldly and weak, in order to maintain the stability of the lower society, and can continue to provide the necessary human and material resources for the superstructure. In the cultivation realm, the Dao Law is the King's Law, and whoever has a high realm will have a great right to speak......"

Zhang Liao glanced at Hu Shengyuan, this senior brother of Danyuan seemed to be nodding in agreement—he himself felt that there was some truth.

"You say that I am arrogant or arrogant. We are here today, not to covet the dilapidated houses and tiles of the Taisu Palace, but to invite back the holy relics left by the ancestors in the Zhenwu Temple. ”

Wow - these words showed their heads, Hu Shengyuan and Weimen glanced at each other, and they both frowned.

"This mind has been decided, and it is a matter of survival, and Longhu Mountain will not give an inch. You should flash the flash flash, run for your lives......" Zhang Wenchu still carried his hands behind his back, and persuaded kindly.

This kindness, in the eyes of the Taoists of Taisu Palace, is a big joke.

Feeling that her opponent's last words were finished, she understood a little, but felt that it had nothing to do with the battle, and slowly raised the golden javelin, pulled her arms backwards, and made a preparatory gesture to throw.

Her consciousness flocked to the beginning again, and suddenly, in her blue pupils, a layer of dark gold patterns appeared around the bearded Daoist, like an image projected from the inside of the Dao robe by a hidden projection device.

The patterns were irregular, strangely twisted, and wandered around him, getting faster and faster—

Hu Shengyuan was the first to react, "It's a magic weapon!"

That's right, the patterns in the eyes of the foreign girl are really ancient runes.

Zhang Wenchu smiled at the corner of his mouth, and just gave a speech, which gave him plenty of time to activate the secret treasure in his sleeve.

The other side was half right. Five minutes ago, what the eldest brother Zhang Wending secretly stuffed to me was the sect master's immortal weapon, and it was also the top brand of the sect killer - as a backup sect master, I knew how to use it, but I had never actually fought it, and after delaying it for so long, I finally activated it......

The two hands on his back were thrown forward, his right forearm was raised high, and the sleeve of his robe fell on the elbow joint, revealing a black mark in his palm!

"Fight the gods and Buddhas up, press down the demons - fold my life limit for three years, and sacrifice Fantian is as urgent as the law!" After the words were finished, the black seal on that side completely turned into a dark golden tone, and the surging mana instantly filled the entire Taisu Palace, impacting Pu Sila's divine consciousness to pieces, and directly lifting the lock.

"Fantianyin-" Hu Shengyuan is worthy of the name of Dr., and he can only explain it to everyone so far. This legendary and famous Daomen holy relic is far out of the realm of magic weapons, and it is also the existence of the leading actor in the immortal weapons!

Actually, it's still in the world.

Could it be that this Zhang family really has a great mission?

He was not allowed to think about it - Wudi, the golden seal rushed straight into the sky, and seemed to extract most of the air around him, and instantly reached a height of thousands of meters, leaving a faint black spot. It fell straight down again, carrying all the air that had been scavenged and strongly compressed along the way, like a huge air hammer, smashing down!

There are no special effects that are visible to the naked eye, not even five cents!

This is a huge crisis that has never been seen before, forcing Pusira into Valkyrie mode, and blasting the golden javelin in her hand with all her might—very accurate, hit! Unfortunately, it didn't work.

The two strands of golden light converged, and when Yaojin met the dark gold, it collapsed at the first touch. There is no touching explosion effect, as if it has been eaten raw.

However, the speed of the Golden Seal itself did not have any delay, fifty meters from the ground, the atmospheric pressurization in the field had exceeded 500,000 pascals, and all the Daoists below the Heavenly Master were pressed to the ground, lying on their stomachs in a large zigzag, unable to move.

The people of the Heavenly Master and above, including the Danyuan people who were refining the Dan Refining Body, supported themselves and suppressed the urge to kneel.

Boom, boom, boom...... Buildings within a radius of 200 meters collapsed with collapsed walls and collapsed, and flowers bloomed one after another.

But the seal of heaven did not fall for a long time, and Hu Shengyuan was full of surprise - it was Pu Sila, she was carrying it alone!

The eldest lady appointed by Pope Benedict XVI, the second paladin of the French Templar Order, did not know when she condensed a mana javelin, intersecting left and right, forming a huge cross of holy light, which was painstakingly supported above her head.

The Ancient Immortal Artifact Fantian Seal actually kept spinning, hanging above the cross, squeezing it out of ten thousand golden rays of light in the air.

The light is getting stronger and stronger, the atmospheric pressure is getting stronger and stronger, and dozens of people are bleeding, and the situation is very terrifying.

The True Martial Shrine at Pusila's feet has reached its carrying limit, and the main hall has collapsed......

The wall was filled with ash and dust, and the pressure increased dramatically - the Heavenly Master level also knelt down, and all the ordinary Daoists fell into a coma.

Hu Shengyuan tried his best to raise his eyes, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and the heavenly seal was still five meters above the ground, unable to fall for a long time.

Directly below it, a heavily armed Valkyrie stood still, her arms up supporting a golden cross!

It is not an exaggeration to say that she is fully armed. Out of nowhere, the full set of paladin steel armor had been filled with Pusila's whole body—except for the helmet.

At this moment, Pu Sila's blonde hair was uprooted, and her face was full of frost and anger. To make Hu Shengyuan even more certain, this is Joan of Arc, Her Excellency Jeanne d'Arcpucelle!

What was even more shocking was Zhang Wenchu. In his education, he kept in mind the words of the Zhang family since he was a child: mortals sacrifice seals, and lose their lives for three years;

The first eight words clarify the cost of use, and the last eight words indicate the effect of use.

Now, he reluctantly gave up three years of yang life, trying to annihilate the strong enemy in one fell swoop. But to his horror, the situation was at a stalemate......

No – never!

Three years of longevity for a dick, it may only mean reading thousands of films, and being fine. But for a celestial master who is obsessed with cultivating the truth and cultivating longevity, it may mean losing the precious opportunity to achieve the final success and promotion, and thus die with regret and die like an ordinary man in the world. This is absolutely intolerable.

This great effort must be rewarded greatly!

The crazy Zhang Wenchu chanted the trick again, and sacrificed three years of yang shou again, and his temples suddenly appeared white - the golden seal was blessed, and he fell back ten meters sharply, and smashed down again!

Boom! The Fantian Seal and the Holy Spear Cross intersected in the air, and Pusira was shocked, and fine beads of blood burst out from the corners of her eyes and nostrils.

Boom - Beside her, among the remains of the True Martial Temple, the only black idol that remained standing for the last time also collapsed.

This statue of the god is the statue of Emperor Xuan introduced in the entrance of the high gong guard of Qiyun Mountain, which is made of mud from a hundred birds. After thousands of years of war and the change of dynasties, it still stands majestically, but it has fallen at this moment in the "peaceful and prosperous era".

A goose-egg-sized yellow-green bead rolled out of the mud and hit Valkyrie's feet deep in the stone slab before it stopped.

Zhang Wenchu didn't want to live anymore. Like a gambler, he swore to make a bet and go, but he didn't win. Then the next bet wanted to be flat, but the result was not successful. The third bet is obviously out of the realm of rationality, just trying to complete a "I don't believe in me, I'll never win" obsession. He didn't take it into account - maybe the power of the immortal weapon was insufficient, did it have anything to do with his own realm being too low?

After the third round of the trick was finished, it had been a total of nine years since Yang Shou was broken, and a few wrinkles quietly crept up on his face.

That Heavenly Seal retreated ten meters back into the void again, and smashed down violently!

A burly body rushed past Hu Shengyuan's side - Zhang Liao launched it, he didn't have any effective way to stop the immortal weapon from raging, but he couldn't watch Pu Sila carry the seemingly endless hammer blow alone.

Wen Congxin and Zhan Yu's exclamations sounded behind him, and he had no time to comprehend what he was shouting. At this moment, Zhang Liao has only one thought in his heart - he is a comrade-in-arms, living and dying together!

The thunder whip on his waist had already been thrown out, but he was shocked back by the instantaneous strong pressure of Fantianyin, and there seemed to be a scream of pain in the whip.

The tip of the whip bounced back to the ground, and the erect Big-Eared Thunder Spell poured electricity onto the surface of the yellow-green bead, creating an incredible change......

The beads seemed to melt in an instant, spreading out a puddle of irregular liquid on the ground, green at the edges and black in the middle, accompanied by viscous mana fluctuations!

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