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- In the palace, the chaos has become a pot of porridge, a miserable scene of the end of the dynasty.
There were cries and screams everywhere, the clash of weapons and armor, and the guards of the imperial guards ran around like headless chickens. There were screams and screams one after another, but many people didn't even see where their opponents were.
I don't know if the candle was knocked down, or someone set it on fire deliberately, clusters of flames rose in the palace city.
Under the strong wind, the wind helped the fire to grow rapidly and gradually become a continuous trend.
The Temple of the Lord of the Corpse Forest was in flames, and the flames soared several feet into the sky, turning half of the sky red.
The surrounding temperature rose sharply.
Many masters at the scene, whether it was Daohui, Baiyangjiao, Jiang Tiexin, Jiugong, Bai Zhen'er, etc., all had no intention of paying attention to the fire, and all of them had cold sweat on their foreheads, and all their energy was devoted to dealing with those "paper sticks" people' on.
Boom!
A pulse-opening expert was directly blown out of the head by the so-called Emperor Taizu. His speed was not as stiff as other 'paper pierced people', he was as fast as a ghost, and suddenly rushed to Hu Yanchangyang, clenched his fists, and swung his fists !
Fist wind shakes!
This was a punch that could easily smash gold and iron, and it hit Hu Yanchangyang's chest and abdomen like a hurricane. Hu Yanchangyang's eyes were about to burst, and the whip in his palm whirled sharply, turning into a golden streak, but he still couldn't keep up with the speed of the opponent's fist.
Just when he was about to hit, Fang Datong flashed, shouted sharply, and cut off his fist with a palm.
Hu Yanyanyang heaved a sigh of relief, and thanked him sincerely: "Thank you Fanghui"
"Be careful!" Fang Datong shouted.
Flutter!
A palm was like a sharp iron claw, protruding from Hu Yanyang's back and protruding through his chest. At the same time, the true power contained in the palm shattered his internal organs.
"I actually died here, I really shouldn't have come here" Hu Yanyang's last thought flashed through, and his eyes dimmed.
The regent withdrew his bloody palm, without any expression on his pale face, turned around and killed others.
"What kind of monster is this?" Jiugong Zhenren's eyelids twitched wildly.
He had a feud with Hu Yantai Mountain on Tiantai Mountain, and the relationship between the two sides can be said to be at the same level, but seeing Hu Yanyang being killed by piercing his chest as soon as he met him, he still felt a sense of sadness.
In just one sentence, Jiugong Daoist saw the regent king chasing and killing a fleeing martial artist who was running away like an arrow. With a big hand, he pinched the opponent's head and twisted it off.
The blood sprayed like a well spring, dyeing his body bloody.
Everyone is horrified!
"This monster won't let us go at all."
A kind of enlightenment was born in the heart of Jiugong Daoist.
Fang Datong blocked the Taizu Emperor by himself, but it was quite difficult to resist, his expression was extremely gloomy.
After discovering that the leader of Baiyang was Emperor Yuan Ding, he knew that he and others had fallen into a trap, and became a chess piece used by Emperor Yuan Ding to deal with the Lord of the Corpse Forest.
Both of them are unwilling to help, and what they want more is to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, and reap the benefits.
It's a pity that the Lord of the Corpse Grove didn't let them go. Two of the three coffins they brought out rushed towards them, as if they were going to kill them all.
On the other side, the regent launched an attack again. In fact, aside from Fang Datong, a master of the first rank, counting the Daohui, Baiyangjiao and good and evil martial arts masters together, there are already more than ten marrow washing masters.
If this force works together and joins hands, it is enough to deal with any top rank in the world.
However, the camps of the three parties are different, and they are even more hostile to each other. Although there are more than a dozen masters, they are still struggling to support under the onslaught of the regent alone.
But seeing that the energy is like rain, splashing in all directions, wherever the battlefield goes, it will immediately turn into ruins.
But compared to the battle between the Lord of the Corpse Forest and Lingyang, Fa Ming, Emperor Yuan Ding and others, this place can only be regarded as nothing.
Emperor Yuan Ding joined Ming Lord, Yang Zun, and Jin Taibao beside the Lord of the Corpse Forest, and the two sides fought fiercely!
However, Emperor Yuan Ding and the others had a look of worry on their brows. They gradually found that the riotous look on the face of the Lord of the Corpse Forest seemed to be recovering calm.
"Immortal Master Lingyang and Sage Monk Faming, don't keep it any longer, and use your trump card, otherwise I'm afraid I will die without a place to die."
As soon as the words fell, Emperor Yuan Ding looked awe-inspiring, and said loudly: "I wholeheartedly worship the God of Haotian Jinque Jade Emperor, please ride the mortal world!"
He rubbed his palms together suddenly, and a few blue smoke rose up, like a pillar of cloud, condensed and lingering, straight up to a height of tens of feet.
& nA little longer, but if the identities of these three people are as guessed, it is six hundred years old.
How can a person live for six hundred years?
But what about the inhumans above the first rank?
The guardian of the corpse forest glanced at Emperor Yuan Ding, and then looked at the lame Taoist: "He was taken in by you as an apprentice? No wonder he dared to disobey the god and make the god's paper magic spell invalid. It turned out to be your fault. "
The lame Taoist said lightly: "He has been dissatisfied with you for a long time, or the Liaoren royal family has been dissatisfied with you since they invaded the Central Plains. The throne of the leader of the Baiyang secthuh! What a waste of poor Taoism!"
"It's a godsend for me to be able to live for six hundred years. I'm curious. Why can you two live so long?"
The scarlet-headed monk smiled and said, "Do you think we will talk about it?"
"You don't need to say, what the god wants, I will take it myself! I didn't kill you six hundred years ago, and it's not too late to kill you now!"
The Lord of the Corpse Forest's tone suddenly became murderous.
One monk, one evil god, and a great battle was about to break out. At this moment, the scarlet monk and the lame Taoist changed their expressions and looked towards the east of the palace.
The same is true of the light in the eyes of the Lord of the Corpse Forest.
Immediately afterwards, a long bolt of lightning tore through the sky, reflecting the sky pale, and a strong wind blew up in the sky, sending out a huge echo.
The sound of the wind falls on the ears of ordinary people, that is, it is louder and scarier.
But in the ears of the master of the corpse forest, monk with scarlet head, lame Taoist priest, Fang Datong, Emperor Yuan Ding, Fa Ming, Ling Yang, and Yang Zun, these first-rank masters, it was like a ghost howling.
They looked up one after another, only to see the moonlight falling in the mid-air, and it seemed that countless shadows emerged, turning into images of ferocious ghosts, giving people the feeling that the gate of hell was wide open, and ghosts and gods in hell ran out. , to set off a disaster in the world.
The sound of wind and thunder are intertwined, and it also seems to have turned into a roar of ghosts and gods, screaming and wailing!
Fang Datong murmured: "Strange things are really happening one after another tonight? Could it be that the Ghost Festival is here and ghosts are haunting?"
He has been completely numb.
Seeing the evil spirit suspected to be King Wu, the suspected six-hundred-year-old patriarch of the Red Lotus Temple, and the leader of the Baiyang Sect, he would not be surprised if anything appeared now.
The lame Taoist stared at the place where the lightning was flickering and the wind was howling, and exclaimed: "The heaven and the earth are shaking, and the ghosts and gods are weeping! This is someone who is practicing the mysterious method and robbing the sun and the moon. The heaven and the earth will not allow it! The sky and the earth also change color for it?"
The scarlet-headed monk also had a serious expression on his face, he made a formula with both hands, and quickly calculated, as if he wanted to get some kind of inspiration from the earth-shattering scene that day, but after a moment of calculation, his face turned pale: "This kind of method is unprecedented! I can't even catch the slightest trace, but the poor monk has a feeling that this is the real way of detachment!"
In an instant, no matter the monk with the scarlet head, the lame Taoist or the Lord of the Corpse Grove, they all seemed to lose their will to fight in an instant, and their hearts were full of greed. Just as they were about to fly away in that direction, a long dragon curled up in midair, One person floated down under the starlight and moonlight, like a divine descending into the world.
The majestic momentum, mighty as the river and the ocean, covered the whole audience!
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