The old man was a rare cultivator in the Spiritual Silence Period, and he coveted the convenience of cultivation that the royal family could provide him, so he accepted the invitation of the Dagong Dynasty and went to the worship hall to be an offeror.

Hu Dezhi is an apprentice he accepted after he arrived at the worship hall, and he is also his founding disciple, you must know that there are very few people with the talent of cultivating truth among the secular people, and it can be said that there is no one in ten thousand. Moreover, although some people have spiritual roots, it is not uncommon for them to miss the opportunity to cultivate because they have not discovered it in time. In this context, it is possible to judge how difficult it is to accept a suitable disciple.

The old man originally wanted Hu Dezhi to inherit his mantle, but he didn't expect that he had only been with him for a few years, and he died before he even built the foundation. The old man's eyes erupted with fire, "Crazy Thunder Daoist, I didn't want to fight with you, but you don't know how to advance or retreat, don't blame me." ”

The old man patted the storage bag on his waist, and a golden light flew out, and the old man reached out and copied the golden light in his hand, which was an eighth-order magic weapon, which looked like a mountain. This is the treasure at the bottom of the old man's box, which he snatched from others when he went out to travel, and it has not been completely and thoroughly refined, if it is not to the point of exhaustion this time, he will not show it.

As soon as the Thunder Daoist saw this magic weapon, his eyes suddenly lit up. The magic weapon is not something that can be possessed casually, even if he is just a ninth-order magic weapon, there is no way to compare it with the eighth-order magic weapon. If he can snatch this magic weapon, his strength will increase a lot, maybe he can find an opportunity to break through the exercises that he has been unable to break through for a long time, and then improve his cultivation realm and increase his longevity, so he doesn't have to wait for death.

The magic weapon is very rare among the cultivators below the Yuan Infant, the old man knows that as long as he shows the magic weapon, the Crazy Thunder Dao people will definitely have the heart to snatch, he is also out of the way at this time, the apprentice is dead, if the support of the Dragon Teng Sect does not come for a long time, he may also die, rather than waiting for death, it is better to give it a go.

The old man shook his hand, threw the Yamagata magic weapon into the air, bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of essence blood spurted out, and the Yamagata magic weapon instantly swelled to the size of several zhang, and the gray-black mountain body could be seen everywhere with blood-colored stones like chicken blood. The old man pointed at the Wild Thunder Daoist, and the Yamagata magic weapon smashed towards the Wild Thunder Daoist.

The Wild Thunder Daoist suddenly felt as if he was being pressed by a mountain peak, and every inch of the magic weapon fell, the weight on his body increased by a thousand catties. After a person cultivates, his strength can indeed increase, but it is not infinitely increased, if he is allowed to let the magic weapon fall, there will always be a moment that exceeds his ability to bear.

As soon as the Wild Thunder Daoist gritted his teeth, Zhenyuan transported it to his hands, and held it up, and the Yamagata magic weapon bounced into the air. The Wild Thunder Daoist took advantage of this opportunity and made a teleportation order towards the high platform, only by making the teleportation array work and teleporting Gong Huaiming away could he buy more time and let him find a way to subdue this magic weapon.

The old man was furious, once the teleportation array was activated, the situation would be very unfavorable to his side, and the only way to do it now was to destroy the teleportation order made by the Thunder Dao people. The old man shook his hand, shot out a golden light, and went straight to the order made by the Thunder Dao people.

Gong Huaiming didn't know what was going on, the place where the Wild Thunder Dao people and others were fighting was only three or five zhang away from him, and the fight over there was so lively, he was completely deaf, this was not the time to watch the excitement, and the most important thing was to escape. He had been lying on the ground, fumbling around, looking for a mechanism to activate the teleportation array.

Just when he was like a headless fly, slamming around, he only felt that his body was light, and the whole person seemed to have been hit by a galloping elephant, and the bone frame was almost scattered. Gong Huaiming's throat was sweet, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The teleportation array is not something that can be used casually, and ordinary people who don't have any foundation for cultivation are not unable to use it, but they need to carry out some necessary protection before using it. Where did Gong Huaiming know this, if he knew, he wouldn't have the idea of teleportation array.

At this moment, a soft white light came out of his arms and wrapped Gong Huaiming, this white light was sent by Gong Huaiming from the jade pendant that fell to the flower bed dragged down by the junior cultivator, this is a jade pendant for identification, and it also has the function of protection when transmitting, this function is automatically activated, and it does not need to be activated by the spirit trick. If Gong Huaiming hadn't taken this jade pendant for himself on the spot, he might have been finished at this time.

At this time, the teleportation array has been activated, and the teleportation destination is locked in the Dragon Teng Faction. This teleportation array was specially built by the Dragon Teng Sect, and if there is no accident, it can only teleport between the two. The Wild Thunder Dao people only want to be able to delay time, as for where Gong Huaiming will be teleported, whether he is dead or alive after the teleportation, he will not care, he is a high-ranking master of cultivation in the Spiritual Silence Period, Gong Huaiming's life and death are not much different from the fart released in his eyes.

When the teleportation array was about to teleport Gong Huaiming out, the golden light emitted by the old man chased over, after all, his cultivation was a little weaker than that of the Wild Thunder Daoist, and the action was behind, the golden light that originally wanted to block the teleportation order not only failed to stop the operation of the teleportation array, but instead hit the heaven and earth vitality mobilized by the teleportation array.

When the teleportation array was operating, it was most taboo to interfere with the outside world, and the true element carried by the golden light disrupted the operation of the teleportation array in an instant. The teleportation array first burst out of a dazzling flash, and then a silver light shot up into the sky, and Gong Huaiming disappeared into the palace.

This time the teleportation was very unstable due to the interference of the outside world, Gong Huaiming was stunned all of a sudden, and he didn't know how long it took, he felt like he had fallen into the water, and the bitter and astringent water rushed straight into his mouth and nose. Gong Huaiming was choked up all of a sudden, knowing that he had fallen into the water, he hurriedly paddled his hands and feet and rushed to the water. Gong Huaiming saw at a glance that there was a broken wooden board not far from him, the wooden board was the size of a door panel, he hurriedly used his hands and feet together, swam over, lay on the wooden board, and then clasped his throat with his fingers, and spit out the salty water poured into his stomach.

At this time, the frightened Gong Huaiming wiped the water stains on his face, looked around, sighed in his heart, and secretly cried bitterly. He saw that there was a vast amount of water around him, and he couldn't see the land at all, and the water he was in was very uncalm, there was no wind and waves, and in the clear blue sky, there were only a few seabirds hovering above his head, and he didn't know whether he was looking for fish, or if he was going to wait for him to die, fall down, and eat his flesh.

Gong Huaiming didn't believe in evil, climbed onto the plank, staggered on it, straightened up, and looked in all directions, hoping to see the land, but no matter how he looked, he couldn't see the shadow of the land. Gong Huaiming sat on the wooden plank, but he didn't expect that as soon as he escaped from the tiger's mouth and entered the wolf's den, he actually fell into the legendary sea, didn't he want his old life? When he escaped from the palace, he didn't bring a drop of water, a bite to eat, and in such a ghost place where there was nothing but salt water, what did he eat and drink.

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