Jiashan was terrified, curled up as if he wanted to hide his head in his neck, and nodded his head tremblingly.

Under those two cold gazes, he had no courage at all, and he couldn't raise a trace of resistance at all, and said what had happened in a trembling voice, saying that Zhang Qian was now in Wanzhuling, only more than a hundred miles away.

"Then don't bother. Guanglu Taoist glanced at him impatiently, waved his hand lightly, the golden armor god stepped forward a few steps, stretched out his hand, and grabbed Jiashan in the palm of his hand, like a cat catching a mouse, and then the golden light on the top of his head was permeated, forming a canopy, feather fan, turning into a streamer and flying towards the direction of Wanzhuling, only a dozen miles away, a green smoke miasma suddenly rose in the forest, but saw an old man with green sideburns holding a bamboo cane stopped in the air.

Guanglu Daoist also felt the existence of pure yang qi from him, and he couldn't figure out his intention for a while, but the aura on his body was pure, and he should be a person in the righteous path.

There is a little jealousy in my heart, although this person's strength is not as good as his own, he is also unwilling to poke the hornet's nest of "Daozong".

Stopped, making a plan to salute first and then soldier. Reprimanded and asked: "Which sect of monks are you in the two caves and three places, the old man has important things to do now, and he doesn't want to be like you, get out of the way quickly, I don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, I want to be the hypocritical and disgusting defender, don't blame the old man for making you regret today's actions." However, before the old man could explain his identity and intention, Jiashan had already seen the face of the person who came and was ecstatic.

As if grasping a life-saving straw, he shouted: "Lonely Zhigong, this person is the devil's accomplice, he wants to seek revenge from the Taoist, Li Yu has been killed by him, come and save me." ”

"When did this son deserve to be called the Taoist? Guanglu Daoist changed color when he heard the words, the information contained in this sentence was quite complicated, he was also a little confused for a while, his brows tightened, and he secretly wondered in his heart, and then he suddenly realized: "It turns out that these people are all accomplices, Zhang Qian is really capable, and he actually pulls and friendships with the righteous path and the gods, this son behaves strangely and is full of suspicions, could it be that the righteous way has inserted it into my Xiaowei Mountain Cave Heaven?" It must be so, otherwise in just two years of entry, how could the realm progress so fast, even my son suffered misfortune in his hands, and he did not show a trace of his head when he entered the qualification assessment back then, it must be to avoid the attention of the sect elders. ”

"I didn't expect that I would find out such a big secret, get rid of this son, and return to the sect, I will definitely make a great contribution. Guanglu Daoren's face was filled with an irrepressible joy.

His gaze turned and fell on the old man with green temples dozens of feet away, and a cold color flashed in his pupils.

"This old way and Zhang Qian are accomplices, then they can't stay, I don't know if there are other righteous ways in the mountains, first capture him as a hostage, if he is not the enemy, he can protect himself by this, if there is only Zhang Qian, there is no need to be afraid, kill back to invite credit. Guanglu Dao made such a plan in his heart, his five fingers gradually tightened, like an eagle's claw holding a void, a little golden light brewed in the palm of his hand, and an indifferent and vast divine power emanated from him.

Lonely and straightforward, he never thought of arguing with others, and suddenly broke into this situation, and when he heard Jiashan's words, he was also indignant and moved with hatred.

"The old decay is the lonely and straight man of the god of Wanzhuling Mountain, you are good at killing the gods Qingshui River God, the reason of heaven is intolerable, and you do not repent!"

"It's pedantic!" Guanglu Daoist looked disdainful, raised his hand and grabbed it, and saw a golden light flying out like a feather arrow, tearing the air, and the wind was rolling, like a muffled thunder.

Gu Zhigong was suddenly shocked, the experience of fighting and killing people is almost nothing, compared with the Guanglu Dao people, the means are few and stretched, not to mention that the strength realm is not as good as the other party, and before the territory can be mobilized and driven by the Yimu aura to Zhang Qian, now there is no capital to compete with it, and he showed his defeat under one move, waving the bamboo cane to shoot a series of green qi, and suddenly the bamboo shadows are thousands, intending to resist, but even the golden light breath time can not resist it, and it was twisted into pieces in an instant, and then the golden light split, turned into countless fine rays, attacking from all directions, the lonely straight man was flustered, one was not good, and he was immediately hit by the golden light。

I felt as if I had been stabbed by countless golden needles, and a sharp pain welled up in my heart.

Then the golden light pierced through the flesh, tight as a bowstring, and like countless chains, pulling at his body and hanging him in the void.

Seeing that the golden threads were staggered and changing, his whole person was like a marionette, being fiddled in various postures, without a trace of resistance.

"Don't try to resist, you have fallen for my Nine Palace Transformation Demon Killing Technique, as long as there is a trace of fluctuation in the pure yang true qi in your body, I can detect it, it only takes one thought to kill you, obediently cooperate with me, and you can also release a way out. Guanglu Daoist lightly hooked his fingers, the gold thread pulled, and then dragged the lonely straight man to his eyes, and said a threatening word, and then with a wave of his sleeves, his whole person flew out like a kite, and the golden armor god beside him held the gold thread in his hand, like a corpse hanging under the gallows, the green blood flowed along the gold thread, looking extremely miserable, his lips were open and closed, his eyes were blurred, and he wanted to speak, but he couldn't say a word.

"Is Zhang Qian in Wanzhuling now?is he alone or does he have other accomplices?" Guanglu Daoren's eyes were gloomy, and he interrogated, "You can't open your mouth now, so you use your divine sense to communicate with me." ”

Lonely Zhigong opened his eyes with difficulty and glanced at him, without emotion, without revealing any information.

This calm look seemed to carry a hint of pity, as if looking at a dead man.

"If you are willing to cooperate with me, I will let you live. Guanglu Daoist was a little disturbed by his eyes, but what he thought in his heart was not what he said, it was a completely different plan: "This old immortal is actually an old bamboo that has been cultivated for nearly a thousand years, and when this is over, use the anger of the gods to calcine for a hundred days, erase the true spirit, and refine the body, which is not inferior to a middle-level spiritual treasure." But this old guy is already dying, how can he still be so stubborn, when I don't dare to kill him, it is possible that Zhang Qian really has other accomplices around him, so it is a bit tricky. But after thinking about it, he also made up his mind, and now he has this old guy as a hostage, but he is not afraid of the other party.

People in the righteous path are not as cold-hearted as people in the demon path, Zhang Qianzhen has something to do with the righteous path, or he himself is as he guessed, but he is a spy planted in the Xiaowei Mountain Cave by the righteous path, and he will definitely not care about the life and death of his companions.

"If you don't say it, I don't believe that cats and dogs can stir up any storms. Guanglu Daoist waved his hand coldly, and he was lazy to torture the lonely straight man, this picture of seeing death as if he was asleep, I am afraid it would be difficult for him to pry out any information from his mouth, flicked his sleeves, and let the golden armor god take him away from the front of his eyes, urging the gods of the Nine Palaces to fly towards the direction of Wanzhuling, before he could move, he saw a thick cloud of turquoise like jade on the mountain range in the distance, as if a storm was coming, the sky was suddenly darkened, the clouds rolled, and a vast dragon power like the sea rushed to the face。

"What is this?"

Guanglu Daoren's complexion changed suddenly, and he saw that the grass and trees under his feet were like ghost claws poking out of purgatory, and there was a kind of devouring ferocity.

It is obviously a scene of extreme vitality, but it contains a suffocating aura of death.

He had no doubt that if he fell into the jungle below, he would definitely be crushed by these wildly growing trees, and even the weak grass stalks might be full of threat.

"Let go of Guzhi and Jiashan, and I will let you live. ”

With a hint of anger came from the sky, echoing and trembling in the mountains, like the tide of the sea.

"Don't be ashamed. "Guanglu Dao people in the storm like a leaf boat, the body kept shaking, when the thick clouds surged from the other side of the mountain, there was still a little frightened, I don't know where the master exerted the magic means, of course, just look at this earth-shattering posture and know in my heart, with my own strength, I am afraid it is also difficult to match, so panic. However, seeing the outline of the figure that gradually became clear in the thick clouds, it was Zhang Qian. Although he had never seen himself, he learned from Peng Xuan's mouth about this person's appearance and strength, and the original scruples in his heart suddenly disappeared, this son was only a line stronger than Peng Xuan a few months ago, even if his strength improved, at most he would have opened up one or two scriptures.

Now it is definitely not his opponent, and Guanglu Dao firmly believes this in his heart.

As for the thick clouds he released, although the qi of Yimu is extremely thick, I am afraid that it is only a means of mobilizing the five elements of the aura in the Wanzhu Ridge, and it is a means to borrow the law from the mountain god in the righteous path, not his own supernatural powers, and now that the mountain god himself has also fallen into his own hands, this huge green cloud, I am afraid that it has no other use except for the strong and powerful voice, as long as he hits the point, he can be broken in an instant.

It was inevitable that he would have such speculation.

As far as Zhang Qian's current strength realm is concerned, it is impossible to use such earth-shattering means, not to mention that in his mind, Zhang Qian's realm is much lower than it actually is.

"Stubborn!" Zhang Qian rushed all the way, and when he was fifty miles away, his divine consciousness saw that this place was happening, and the anger and killing intent in his heart had already brewed to the extreme.

I didn't even bother to ask about the identity of this person, nor did I bother to think about the consequences of killing him.

Although he could vaguely guess that this person was probably an extremely important person in Tianlu Peak, killing him was no less than killing Peng Xuan and Qin Guan.

However, in front of him, he has ignored it.

Not killing is not enough to vent your anger!

Raising his hand and grabbing it, his five fingers were stretched out, as if piercing into the four poles of the void, and the aura of the Cangmu that permeated the sky suddenly condensed, turning into a cyan giant tree, like a meteorite tearing the sky, and slamming towards the Guanglu Dao people.

A huge whistling sound swept the air, spreading with difficulty in the void where the killing intent was condensed!

There was not the slightest sound, and as far as the eye could see, the air currents above the valley had turned into substance, rippling like ripples.

(To be continued)