The battle between Xu Huaigu and Zhu Qingyuan is still going on. However, after the surrounding circle was broken due to the turmoil just now, the two people fought farther and farther away. Among the people from the four major sects such as Niu Mo Martial Arts Hall, there are still some people who really don't care about their lives.

Those who want revenge cannot catch up.

The old madman who woke up looked at the two people walking away and said in a low voice: "Is that my child?"

He had just arrived here and listened to a few words. At this moment, watching Xu Huaigu press Zhu Qingyuan and beat him, a great joy emerged in his heart. In his crazy and chaotic life for decades, after he woke up

Nothing is worth remembering, but I was so lucky to see such an outstanding son the first moment I woke up.

Although it was only the first meeting after thirty years of separation, due to these thirty years of madness and the joy at this time, Lei Lei Ancestor's feelings for Xu Huaigu had already erased the thirty years of estrangement, just like

He is always by your side and never leaves.

"Hahaha..." He laughed happily because of this, "Okay, my son will kill him, and I will kill this old bald donkey. We, father and son, will make a big fuss before returning to Nanluo."

"Amitabha." Abbot Kongling opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. He had nothing to say. When mortal enemies met, they only wanted to fight.

"Do it!"

The mighty Heavenly Dragon Bodhisattva appeared again in the void, and many stars seemed to light up around him, guiding this mighty and strong Bodhisattva to transform into some elusive form.

With an order, the four heavenly kings of Yuanfo Temple each held a sword, a Zen staff, a vajra, and a heavy silver stick, and performed the Buddhist secrets that had been practiced for decades. The combination of the four boxing techniques and thoughts was like a piece of land falling from the void.

Standing on it was a hundred-foot-long god and ghost, with a giant thundering pestle in his left hand and an iron rod for subduing demons in his right hand. As soon as he moved his hand, the powerful force that erupted during the march shook the entire high platform to pieces.

All the people in the martial arts community who were evacuating down the mountain could feel the heavy pressure from the towering mountains behind them. The energy and blood of the four immortals were released, allowing those who were already separated by a mountain to still breathe.

The feeling of being out of breath.

Five statues of gods weighing 10,000 kilograms also took action at the same time. Under the guidance of the power of the soul, the heavy body moved across the air, and the magic weapon made of heavy gold in the hand released cold air, fire, thunder, sharp light, and heavy pressure respectively.

The ancestor of Thunder stood alone, surrounded by the four heavenly kings, and the scenery in the distance was covered by the heat of their blood.

Above his head were five heavy weapons that concentrated their attacks, and the vast sky was blocked by five kinds of brilliance filled with murderous thoughts.

The Thunder Ancestor, who had become extraordinarily calm, looked up at the last bit of the sky that had been cut off, and the anger that was like a god or a ghost was distorted on his face again.

"Ah!!" the man yelled wildly.

As soon as he stared, it seemed as if dozens of lightning bolts burst out from his eye sockets.

Under this light, the four heavenly kings who performed their killing moves, and even the thousands of monks' consciousness entrusted in the five statues, all felt pain in their "eyes".

It's like an ignorant child who walked out of a cave that had been dark for ten years and looked up to see the blazing sun that illuminates the world.

In the pure white darkness, the consciousness of thousands of monks heard the sound of the blade grinding on the iron stone, and then they were like quicksand in the big waves, being thrown away, and every thought in their brains,

Every thought is crushed and cut.

Countless thoughts that failed to form crystals were like a handful of hallucinatory dust, scattering in the air and dissolving rapidly.

The broken roars and howls of pain turned into insignificant noises in the air, masked by the sounds of the five statues falling apart and collapsing.

A roar that did not seem to come from the human body shook the atmosphere on the top of the mountain. With unparalleled cheers and anger, it overshadowed the sounds of collapse and cut off the progress of the four heavenly kings.

The sword, Zen staff, vajra, heavy silver stick, mixed with several broken and irregular arms flew into the air.

It was like a wet branch that had been violently twisted, with countless jagged stubbles and bloody torn bark at the broken place.

When Abbot Kongling witnessed this scene, he suddenly recalled the bloody scenes of that year, and an uncontrollable fear arose in his heart. The stars around the great Bodhisattva in the sky also flickered because of this fear.

"I have been missing for thirty years, and I am actually more..."

Before he could turn away from this thought, a thunderbolt of sword intent had already struck his soul.

A lightning bolt as thick as a bucket struck the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon Bodhisattva, and the Bodhisattva's image split open, and all the surrounding starlight was thrown out by the power of the lightning burst.

Abbot Kongling's eyes were blurred, his feet softened, and he fell to the ground. Blood flowed from his seven orifices. The bleeding was not fast, but the flow was endless. He couldn't stop it no matter what. His thinking was hazy, and he instinctively operated the past Amitabha Sutra.

He maintained his immortality, but the severe pain existed in his soul for a long time, making him unable to fight back.

There seemed to be a ball of fire flashing in the sky and then suddenly disappearing.

"Didn't you stare at this corpse back then? I will use this dragon's bones to chop you to death!" Thunder Ancestor's face showed a kind of evil majesty simply out of anger. He looked at Abbot Kongling for two seconds.

Eyes, eyes gradually shifted to the person beside the old monk.

"Fire!"

It was Liehuo Ancestor who saved Abbot Kongling's life just now. His red beard and red hair were fluttering but not scattered, like real flames surrounding his head. The face that was too cold in the background was like a god, saying:

"Thunder, have you forgotten that we were the real rivals back then. If I hadn't been hunting down the strange beasts in the eastern forest that time, and they hadn't come with me, you wouldn't have been able to escape."

"You..." Thunder Ancestor grinned. A normal person's mouth would be bright red, but his mouth, due to the operation of the majestic Qi and blood, seemed to be leaking blood-red light from the gaps between his teeth, "

He’s going to die too.”

When he said this, his tattered clothes shook violently, making a sound like the collision of giant trees, and many bright lights suddenly appeared in the surrounding air.

It's not the kind of flash created by boxing thoughts or soul, but real light, like streaks of lightning twisting endlessly in the air, accompanied by violent thunder.

These bright lights are not actually lightning, but are caused by the vibration of the Thunder Ancestor's physical body. The powerful force disturbs the surrounding air, giving the air extreme speed, collision, and ignition, forming a strong compressed air flow with extremely high temperature.

Its destructive power is no different from real lightning, and it doesn't even have the disadvantage of being easily dispersed.

This is the Thunderbolt Magic, a pure killing technique derived by the ancestor of Thunder from the Nanluo Town National Treasure Book.

If you don’t cultivate your body or your life, all your blood and energy will be murderous!

"Hahahahaha, General Thunder, don't find the wrong target for revenge!"

Suddenly, a corner of the square on the top of the mountain began to collapse. The five-color ship owner walked forward step by step. The ground beneath his feet was cracked and sinking, and his body was surrounded by gray soul thought crystals.

Generally speaking, after cultivating ghosts and immortals, the soul power condensed into thought crystals should be transparent and colorless, but in the eyes of everyone, they should look bright and beautiful. However, the five-color captain's soul crystal looked like a withered vine.

Dark crows in old trees, dark houses, and knives buried in rotting coffins.

The captain of the five-colored ship moved forward with a smile, and his smile was like a coffin that was completely rotten inside. "Have you ever thought about why they knew your whereabouts in the first place? And why they wanted to kill you at all costs?"

Thunder Ancestor cast his gaze over, "Is it because you are such a dead thing?" Although his face was still crazy and angry, he was no longer a real madman after all. He just glanced at it and remembered something, and said, "This

If you grow rotten clothes, you are a bastard from the Caiyun Kingdom of the West Sea."

"Do you only recognize the clothes? That's right. Among millions of dead people, how can you remember one who was lucky enough to survive? How can you remember the clothes of a small island that has been destroyed for fifty years? General Thunder already has a good memory." Wu Color.

The captain's smile was even more decadent and sad, but he was really smiling from the bottom of his heart, "After I escaped, I paid attention to you for more than twenty years, collected your information, and wrote that letter to kill your whole family.

What a pity…”

"It's a pity that he still has a son who is not dead?" Ancestor Liehuo rolled his neck, his eyes were cold, "The bandit of the West Sea has repeatedly committed crimes along the coast. Since you took the initiative to jump out, I will send you on your way today."

Captain Five Colors ignored Ancestor Liehuo and just smiled: "It's a pity that I was too weak back then and couldn't do it myself..."

Kill him!!!"

A broken roar, dark soul thoughts eroding the real scenery, the tragic and sad breath of death, in the darkness that cannot be seen directly, kills the ancestor of Thunder.

Thunder Ancestor laughed angrily and waved the bone in his hand. It was the only essence of the dragon bone left after being broken by him for decades. Of course, it was not in the shape of a knife, and it had no blade, but Thunder Ancestor just needed one that could withstand it.

He, the weapon that exerts his power, when this white bone carries dozens of crazy snakes and python-like lightning to slash out, he is the most powerful knife in the world.

This sword not only cut down the Five Colors Captain, but also included the Liehuo Ancestor.

Ancestor Liehuo's eyes seemed to have never undergone a transformation process from cold to fiery, but the extreme contrast made his fiery heat at this time ten times and a hundred times stronger than the ordinary explosion. He punched out with both fists,

Simultaneously bombard the two Dongting enemies in front of you.

Ancestor Wangqing looked at the gray and blurry scene and clearly saw that it was the reversed version of the Book of Wangqing. The extreme pain was inflicted on others without distinction, even if they had no intersection before.

His attention was focused on the battle in the field. The child named Xu Yi beside him had been protected by Ancestor Liehuo's men and was preparing to evacuate.

Each of those people was extremely vigilant, but when the Taoist with a dull expression slowly emerged from the sky like a hibiscus emerging from water, no one noticed it.
Chapter completed!