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"Grandpa, Grandpa, come and save me!" Dong Ming suddenly saw the brilliance dissipating, raised his eyes to see the dark clouds rolling in the sky, and a big black hand poked out of the clouds, stopped in mid-air, and immediately screamed with ecstasy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The power of the master of the Yuan Infant Stage was so terrifying, as soon as the sword array was gone, the entire Jinhua Taoist Temple was suddenly shrouded in the terrifying momentum exuded by the Song Qing Zhenren. Shangguan Huiying and Shangguan Mingyuan, who bore the brunt of the attack, felt particularly intense, the operation of the true yuan was obscure and stagnant, and the heart seemed to be oppressed by a huge mountain, and the sound of knocking was clear and audible.

Shangguan Huiying's face suddenly turned pale as paper, and her two slender and straight legs trembled under the night wind, and she almost sat on the ground. If it weren't for the great reliance she had in her heart, if it weren't for her being a Xuanqi Demon Body, I'm afraid she would have been paralyzed on the ground and would no longer have the ability to breathe.

After all, Shangguan Mingyuan has seen strong winds and waves, and the true yuan in his body is relatively pure and strong, but Rao is like this, his face is still pale in the face of the master of the Yuan infant stage, and his eyes irrepressibly reveal a trace of horror. It's no longer a matter of guts, but an ant facing an elephant, no matter how bold you are, stepping on the legs of an elephant like a mountain, it is impossible to whimsically think that you can trip an elephant.

Only Yu Ziqing faced Songqing's sudden arrival, except for a slight hint of solemnity in his eyes, there was no other change, and he still stood majestically on the earth like a mountain.

"How dare you do this to my grandson!" The man's long black hair fluttered in a shawl, his face was handsome, his eyes revealed bloodthirsty domineering, and a black bead the size of a pigeon's egg hung above his head, and countless dark clouds rushed down from the black beads, and there was a faint thunder and lightning light flickering around the beads, setting off the man as if he was an evil demon coming to the world, and the indescribable majesty was terrifying.

This person is the Jinhua Guanguan Lord Song Qingdao person, originally he was going to go out of the customs in a few days, but he didn't expect that there were bursts of mana fluctuations in the temple from time to time, as if something drastic had happened, so he went out of the customs in advance.

In this retreat, the Songqing Taoist successfully formed a Yuan Baby, becoming the first Taoist in the history of Jinhua Temple to form a Yuan Baby, and his chest was full of pride, as if the world was trampled under his feet.

But he never expected that he first faintly felt that his favorite grandson was trapped in the sword array, and when he used his dark cloud hand to break the sword formation in the blink of an eye, he found that his grandson was trampled on his head with his foot, and the anger in his heart can be imagined.

The Songqing Daoist roared angrily, and the jet-black bead above his head immediately shot out a black light, directly taking Shangguan Mingyuan.

Seeing his grandfather's move, the bitterly suppressed grievances in his heart finally erupted like a volcano, and he actually laughed.

"Grandpa killed them, killed them all!"

Shangguan Mingyuan desperately suppressed the irresistible fear in his heart because of the face of the master of the Yuan Infant Stage, looked up to the sky and glared at the Taoist Songqing Chief, and roared angrily: "Come on!

The Beidou Sword shone brightly, and a trace of bright red blood flowed out of Dong Ming's neck, slowly seeping into the earth, and Dong Ming's smug shout immediately stopped abruptly.

Yu Ziqing's eyes flashed with a hint of appreciation, and he used the cultivation of the middle stage of Qi Transformation to face the attack of the master of the Yuan Infant Stage, but he could still show such boldness, Shangguan Mingyuan's ability to dominate the Hanglin underworld for decades was not in vain.

"You are also worthy of threatening the real person!" Song Qingdao saw that his grandson's white and tender neck was bloody, the muscles of his face were tangled and twisted, and his cold eyes were filled with monstrous blood, and he gritted his teeth and said coldly, but the black light that shot out of the jet-black beads was still suddenly retracted.

It's just that although the black light was taken back, the powerful divine consciousness of the Yuan Infant Stage master immediately rushed out from the sea of knowledge, condensed into a fierce scimitar, and quietly and silently slashed through the void towards Shangguan Mingyuan.

Seeing this, Yu Ziqing snorted coldly, his third eye suddenly opened, and his sword intent attacked rapidly.

Daoist Songqing deserves to be a master of the Yuan Infant Period, and as soon as Yu Ziqing's sword intent came out, he immediately "saw" a cold and shining sword towards the scimitar released by him.

The momentum of that sword intent is not as great as his scimitar, but the spiritual power contained in it is condensed abnormally, condensed but not dispersed, although Song Qing has just advanced to the Yuan Infant Stage, he is invincible, but he also knows that although his spiritual intent is strong, he will never be able to do such condensation.

Songqing's pupils contracted suddenly, and his face was irrepressibly shocked.

When Song Qing was shocked, the invisible swords had quietly collided in the air, and there was a muffled thunderous sound, and the surrounding space was distorted, and a violent wind suddenly arose.

Out of thin air, the thunder and the wind were raging, and everyone around them was shocked, except for Dust, who had regained consciousness, faintly guessed what was happening, the rest of them did not know that a dangerous and fierce battle was unfolding in the void.

In the flash of light, the sword intent sword intent struck dozens of times in the void.

The look of shock on Songqing's face became more and more intense, as if he had seen a ghost.

Because although Yu Ziqing unbelievably released his sword intent with the cultivation of the Qi Transformation Period, and the condensation of the sword intent was very high, no matter how magical the Mud Pill Palace was, Yu Ziqing was still only in the realm of the Qi Transformation Period after all, and there was still a huge gap in the amount of divine consciousness and intent released by the two sides.

The powerful sword intent and Yu Ziqing's sword intent that seems weak on the surface are like an adult and a child, there is an absolutely insurmountable gap in strength, Songqing originally thought that after a few swords, the other party's sword intent would not be immediately annihilated. But in fact, the other party's control of the sword intent has almost reached an incredible level, each sword is like an antelope hanging horns, there is no trace, no matter how strong and powerful his loose sword intent is, but he can't help it at all, not only that, but several times his sword intent is almost uncontrollably scattered under the opponent's weird and sharp attacks, and it is re-transformed into countless spiritual powers. If it really came to that point, Songqing's spiritual mind would probably be fatally killed immediately.

Song Qing saw that his sword intent couldn't help Yu Ziqing's sword intent at all, but if he was not careful, he would have the possibility of falling into a catastrophe and never recovering, so he didn't dare to fight again, so he suddenly swung out a knife, retracted the monstrous sword intent, and tightly guarded the Lingtai Zhihai, and no longer fought with the perverted Qi Transformation Stage monk in front of him.

"Who are you, and what is the meaning?" As soon as the sword intent was withdrawn, Song Qingyin stared at Yu Ziqing coldly, and asked with an extremely ugly face.

As soon as Songqing asked this, almost all the Taoist priests in Jinhuaguan were dumbfounded. Just now, Songqing coaxed and said that Shangguan Mingyuan was not qualified to threaten him, and everyone thought that he was going to show his might and take down Yu Ziqing and others in one fell swoop. But after waiting for a while, I didn't see him powerful, just standing in the clouds and staring at Yu Ziqing, but now it's good, and I asked such a sentence.

Dong Ming was even more dumbfounded, in his eyes, his grandfather had always turned his hands into clouds and covered his hands for rain, omnipotent, and was waiting with anticrative expectations for Songqing to clean up Yu Ziqing and others, out of this evil breath in his heart, but he didn't expect to wait for such a sentence.

"Grandpa is talking to them about something, kill them first, and then draw out the soul and whip them slowly!" When did Dong Ming eat such suffocation, and now he finally waited for grandpa, seeing that his old man seemed to want to be close to Yu Ziqing, his face was distorted and he shouted hideously.

Although Shangguan Mingyuan didn't know why the handsome old immortal who came in the dark clouds didn't do anything, he vaguely guessed that he must be very jealous of Yu Ziqing, so he asked this question, and a boulder pressed in his heart finally fell. He is an underworld boss who licks blood from the knife edge, and he is born with a murderous blood surname that does not yield in his bones, as long as he has a glimmer of hope for victory, it is enough for Shangguan Mingyuan to fight vigorously, and now since Songqing is not as invincible as he imagined, and he is afraid of Yu Ziqing, what else does he have to worry about?

"Shut your stinky mouth!" Shangguan Mingyuan raised his foot and kicked Dong Ming's face hard, and then crushed it back and forth a few times.

"Ahh

"Spineless guy!" Shangguan Mingyuan saw this, and stomped Dong Ming again.

On the clouds, Song Qingzhen watched his grandson being trampled into a fat-headed pig by Shangguan Mingyuan, the meat on his face twitched, and he couldn't wait to eat Shangguan Mingyuan alive. But Sun Tzu's life was in his hands, and the sneak attack of the sword intent couldn't pass Yu Ziqing's level, but he had to watch it like Chenpo and others.

Yu Ziqing saw that Songqing's face was hateful, and the ferocious and vicious color in his eyes flashed, who didn't know that even if he was willing to give up, others would not give up. They are willing to give up Yu Ziqing himself is fearless, they can't help him, but Yu Ziqing can't help but think about his relatives and friends in the world.

"I'll give you one chance at the last time," Yu Ziqing's gaze slowly swept over the Jinhua audience, including the Songqing people in the sky, and said coldly: "If you are willing to let me plant a talisman in your soul, I will let you live, otherwise"

Speaking of this, Yu Ziqing paused, and his whole body suddenly burst out with an incomparable murderous aura.

"Kill!"

"Hahaha!" Songqing laughed angrily, and the dark clouds rolled over.

Songxi and the others stared at Yu Ziqing with idiotic eyes, until now, this little monk is still so arrogant, they really don't know if he is a fool or a madman. Do you really think that with a single insight in your hand, you can grasp the surname of the entire Jinhua Temple? Do you really think that you can sweep the entire Jinhua Temple, including the Guanzhu who has become a half-immortal body, just by virtue of the supernatural imperial treasure spell?

In the face of Songqing's wild laughter and everyone's mocking eyes, Yu Ziqing behaved extremely calmly, and only looked at everyone quietly with no emotion.

Suddenly, a ray of golden light escaped from Yu Ziqing's eyebrows. The golden light distorted in the void and gradually turned into a person, this person was wearing green clothes, stepping on cloud shoes, his body was long, holding a nine-story pagoda in his hand, and his face was the same as Yu Ziqing.

(To be continued)