Chapter 563 The Ancestors

In the sound of 'kaka', Qianzhangtan was frozen into a whole blue ice. The white cold air rose to the sky, and the red light and cold air emitted by the crystal mirror in the hand of the middle-aged Taoist collided with each other, just like countless bombs exploding in mid-air. The dull sound of the sound of explosion made the puddled wetland near Qianzhangtan explode with columns of water more than hundreds of

The Holy Spirit King and the golden horn and silver horn hid in the mysterious ice, staring at more than a hundred Taoist people gathered in the sky through the translucent ice. A little demon made of crabs was instructed by the Qianzhang Dragon King to follow him and carefully hid beside the Holy Spirit King. The Holy Spirit looked at the little demon and pointed out. Xuanbing cracked a gap. He kicked the little demon out with one foot, and then said a few words to the little demon.

The crab demon with two black iron hammers raised his small head, and the two big eyes turned around in his eyes. He pointed to the Taoist in the air and shouted harshly, "You hairy Taoist, why did you come to the door? Do you know that this is the territory of our old dragon king? You touch your own heads, and your life is enough effort in one breath!"

Those Taoist laughed in unison. A white-bearded Taoist man in a golden Taoist robe stepped on the cloud to the sky of the crab demon. He bowed his head and smiled and said, "Thousands of Dragon King? What a famous demon! Ha ha, don't talk nonsense. Hand over that group of men and women and two ice-fire dragon pythons. We won't do it for ourselves, and we won't encroach on your 'heavenly foundation'!"

Many Taoist laughed again, and the white-bearded Taoist in the golden robe twisted his beard and said, "The poor Taoist Ziyu Mountain Taoist, they are all disciples of the poor Taoist. The vein of Ziqi Mountain is proficient in the art of divination. The poor road has spent more than a month of hard work. Only then can it be calculated that this group of men and women are hiding under this pool. Don't prevaricate and hand over people quickly. Otherwise, under the thunder blow, you and other demons will become fans!"

The Taoist with the hand rod of the crystal mirror suddenly took a breath. He put down the crystal mirror and said to the spiritual Taoist, "Master, my disciple's magic power is exhausted. The underwater demon is so powerful that this cold is really hard to resist."

The red light emitted by the crystal mirror disappeared, and the cold air ejected from the golden and silver horns suddenly prevailed. A large area of cold air quickly spread around Qianzhangtan, and soon the nearby water-drough wetlands were covered with a layer of white frost. Some aquatic ferocious objects such as pythons fled around in a hurry, and the water plants squirmed rapidly everywhere, and I don't know how many wolves escaped from Qianzhang Lake.

The crab demon turned his eyes and got the order of the Holy Spirit. He grinned and said, "What men and women, we really don't have it here. What kind of ice fire dragon python, that kind of thing, we..."

The spiritual Taoist's face darkened. He pointed to the crab demon and shouted harshly, "When is it? You are still prevarieting here. Are you really a poor man with a good temper?" With a casual finger, a sword sounded, and the three blue swords lined up in the scabbard behind the spiritual man rushed to the sky, bringing three long sword lights to the crab demon.

The sword light was cold, and it was more than ten feet away from the little demon, which scared the little demon to move. He stared at the sword light falling from his head, and suddenly roared strangely. He hugged his head and got into the gap in the mysterious ice that had just been cracked. But no matter how fast he moves, how fast the sword light can fly? As soon as he turned around, three swords reached his head.

Three consecutive loud noises came, showing the Holy Spirit's figure and rushed out of the mysterious ice. His head has turned into a huge dragon head, and his body suddenly rose to about three feet, covered with glowing dragon scales, like a set of armor on him. The Holy Spirit King's fists were wrapped in a strong dragon spirit, and he punched out three times in a row, blasting the three swords of the spiritual Taoist from afar.

The spiritual Taoist figure shook, the sword light was bombarded out by the Holy Spirit, and the spiritual Taoist fairy soul was also shocked, so that the blood did not spit out. He looked at the Holy Spirit and shouted with joy, "Wo, aren't you in the true catalogue of the young master's reward? Ha, a dragon, can't scare the poor! Discipes, let's go together!"

More than a hundred sword lights roared out of the hands of those Taoists and turned into a hazy fog to show the Holy Spirit.

There are more than a dozen powerful magic weapons with strange light, spewing out a large amount of Martian thunder, and densely rushing to the Holy Spirit.

The Holy Spirit snorted coldly. His body shook, and a large wave of water suddenly rushed out of the Qianzhang pool. The overwhelming blue water rushed straight into the sky and turned into a water vortex that was constantly spinning hundreds of miles thick for hundreds of miles above his head. The Holy Spirit King raised his hands high, and the dragon clan's natural magic power unfolded. This piece of water rolled and stirred with the sound of thunder, and suddenly spewed out hundreds of water tanks as thick as dragons to meet the sword and magic weapons of those Taoist people. The loud noise kept coming, and the water columns collapsed in the air, but more than a hundred sword lights were also dimly washed up by the water droplets for a long time. More than a dozen powerful magic weapons released firelight thunder hit the rapidly rotating water vortex. The huge water vortex absorbed the attack released by these magic weapons and turned into a large flash in the turquoise water vortex, but there was no attack that could rush out of the water vortex.

The spiritual Taoist is stunned. Although the vein of Ziyu Mountain he created in the Pangu Continent is famous for the art of star divination, the cultivation of the disciples is also considerable. In addition to himself, he is a thirty-four-grade immortal, and among the other disciples, there are three of the thirty-six-grade immortals. Among the other disciples present, there are as many as 30 Yuanshen monks, and the others are all Yuanying monks. Hundreds of people join hands, but they can't even get a king of the Holy Spirit? This is outrageous, isn't it?

Even if Ziyu Mountain is not good at Taoism, but his cultivation is here. How can the Holy Spirit be so fierce?

The angry spiritual man recalled the three sword lights that had been blown away. He was about to deal with the Holy Spirit King in person when the golden and silver horns suddenly poked their heads out of the Xuanbing. The two brothers made a sharp and violent hiss. They opened their mouths, and the thick red and white light of the two water tanks sprayed out, turning into a red and white spiral light beam sweeping across the void.

The monks of Ziyu Mountain were caught off guard. The red and white light beams hit them, and the protective magic weapons of more than 80 monks were smashed on the spot. The bodies of these monks were first red and almost burned to be cooked, and then the cold suddenly froze, freezing their bodies and the Yuanshen at the The sad howls kept coming. The golden horns and silver horns joined hands, and even the protective weapons of the Moluan Taoist could be broken, not to mention these inflowing monks in Ziqi Mountain?

Lingdao's popularity spit out a mouthful of blood. In those years, he had an adventure and spent several yuan meetings to get his current cultivation. It was easy to open up the small foundation of Ziqi Mountain in the Pangu mainland. Under the pressure of the riot of the Dayu official, it was easy to open. A mountain gate was opened, and there were more than a hundred disciples. As soon as the golden horn and silver horn took action, they killed about 80% of his disciples, and the spiritual Taoist had the intention of wiping his neck and killing himself.

The shivering spiritual Taoist shouted angrily. He pressed his hands down, and three blue sword lights roared out, stabbing the Holy Spirit King and the golden horns and silver horns respectively. The spiritual Taoist spewed out three mouthfuls of blood fog in a row, causing the light of the three swords to soar by dozens of feet, like a waterfall in Tianhe, which was more powerful than a hundred times more powerful than the sword to attack the crab demon.

The Holy Spirit's face darkened, and there was an infinite water mist all over his body. A large piece of lightning was entangled and hovering in the water mist, bringing thunder to the lightning that was coming. The Panlong halberd of the Holy Spirit King has been destroyed in previous battles, and now he can only rely on his magic power to confront the spiritual Taoist.

Fortunately, there were also golden horns and silver horns aside. Before the thunderlight sacrificed by the Holy Spirit King touched the sword of the spiritual Taoist, the golden horn was a big mouthful, and a firelight swept out. The three sword lights suddenly shook, from the blue cold light to a red color with high temperature. Then the silver horn spewed out a shiny cold air just right. The three red lights shook, and the sound of 'kap' kept coming, and the three sword lights turned into smash on the spot.

Whether the spiritual Taoist sprayed a mouthful of blood again and again, he shouted harshly, "The spiritual weapon of the poor Tao!"

The Holy Spirit King stared at the spiritual Taoist, and he scolded, "The immortal is still using spiritual weapons. Are you ashamed?"

The spiritual Taoist was stunned, blinked his eyes, and was not recovered for a long time by the scolding of the Holy Spirit. The golden horn and the silver horn mocked, "Look at this old way, they are not rich people. They have become immortals, and they are still using spiritual weapons. Alas, why is a poor word?"

The spiritual Taoist gritted his teeth and was about to refute the golden horns and silver horns. A line of black clouds in the distance of the sky rushed towards this way. The black clouds were still dozens of miles away from the spiritual Taoist, and a low and hoarse voice came from afar: "Spiritual Taoist friend, thank you for leading The divination of the Ziyushan vein is really good. Ha ha, let me find it in person. How can I find this group of people so easily?

The black cloud flashed and suddenly arrived in front of the spiritual man. With a click, a dark claw poked out of the dark cloud, grabbed the spiritual man's head and grabbed half of his body into pieces.

The spiritual Taoist howled, and his fairy soul was about to escape with a golden light. The magic claw easily grabbed the spiritual Taoist's fairy soul in the magic claws and pinched it into pieces.

Many Taoist people in Ziqi Mountain roared in unison and were about to attack the black cloud when the black cloud suddenly spread, covering all the Taoist people in Ziqi Mountain in the dark cloud.

An unpleasant gnawing sound came, accompanied by a sad howl, and soon the dark clouds restrained inward, and all the Taoist people in Ziqi Mountain disappeared without a trace, leaving only an extremely pungent smell of blood in the air.

The Holy Spirit exclaimed, "Who is coming?"

The dark cloud smiled and said, "I'm the ancestor of the rock, the Sanxiantang of the Wanxian League, hahaha, do you know that the Wanxian League has issued a general order to you?"

The dark clouds put away, and a deformed old man with a head as big as a rice bucket and only about three feet tall appeared in front of the Holy Spirit.