Chapter 931 Siege of the Seven Saints

The old man who broke a transparent hole in his lower abdomen and Yan Jun's big horns stared at each other with a large concave on his forehead. After a full quarter of minutes, the two shook their bodies at the same time, a strange fragrance spread, and their injuries healed at the same time. Not only that, their essence is also completely replenished, exactly the same as before they were injured.

After looking at each other fiercely for a while, Yanjun shook the long gun in his hand and said dryly, "Get out of here, don't bother me."

The long-browed old man pondered for a moment. He lowered his voice and said softly, "Big Horn, how about letting the Qing Emperor, the White Emperor and the Black Emperor practice here? As long as they don't leave the source of the fire, today's affairs will no longer be investigated.

Yanjun's big horn turned his eyelids, and the big gun pointed at the long eyebrows and stabbed him again. This shot was very different from the blow just now. This time, the spear was stabbed out, and the void in all directions suddenly turned dark red. The temperature in the void soared in a straight line. The twisted heat wave melted the void into a swaying shadow, and the long-browed old man was trapped in the small shadow.

The tip of the gun was gently stabbed, and the virtual shadow broke open, and it was heard. The void was completely annihilated. Only the long eyebrows sitting on the futon were suspended in a seemingly tiny but extremely empty nothingness. Circles of blue light spread from the old side, and the space, time, air, heat flow and other things that disappeared where the blue light passed were restored, and everything returned to its original state in the blink of an eye.

The long-browed old man scolded harshly, "Big Horn, do you have to embarrass us?"

Yanjun's big horn spit a thick sputum on the ground. It was a mass of purple-black magma. As soon as the burning purple-black flame touched the ocean of magma, it burned the magma into a green gas that was scattered. It can be seen how terrible the thick phlegm of Yanjun's He said dryly with a long gun, "Nonsense, you came to me!"

shook his neck, and a large purple flame spewed out of the long horns on his head. Yan Jun's big horn shouted coldly, "Do it! If you can take away the Qingdi, I won't care about this matter. If you can't take it away, just get out of here... Well, leave the 'fire essence' of the pond you found in Hongmeng 3,000 years ago, the tempering elixir you made 2,000 years ago, and the female apprentice with the innate fire vein you received 500 years ago.

crooked and thought for a while, Yanjun Dajiao continued to say, "Your wine horn that can produce a corner of jade agar every day is also left. You Taoists are unspeakable. You have set so many rules and precepts for your disciples and grandchildren. What's it like to eat meat and drink in the cave? I don't like every meal without wine. This wine corner is just right for me!"

Chang Mei Lao Dao gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Big Horn, are you a bandit who robbed the road? You...".

Yanjun raised his big-horned eyebrows and said, "Which robbery is better than me? Well, if you want to rob the Qingdi and the other three people from me, I will grab the treasure I like from you. Isn't it only you who robbed me?

The old man was so angry that his face turned blue. He sneered and waved the dragon and tiger Jin Ruyi, one dragon and one tiger, two lights and shadows shot out, and pushed Yanjun's big horn in the air. He gritted his teeth and said, "It's so good that I have learned from the poor today. I've not seen you for so many years. How much promotion have you, Yanjun's big role!"

Don't beg carefully probing a trace of divine knowledge mixed into the boundless fire from the ground, peeping at the fight of this pair of children's Taoist realm. The existence of Hedao Realm, don't beg for a step away from Hedao Realm in his previous life. He has been able to touch the edge of that realm, but it's a pity that he was killed together. In this life, he must fit in with his body and see what it is like.

A dragon and a tiger rushed to Yanjun's big horn, but he didn't bother to pay attention to these two purple lights and shadows. He grabbed the long gun, roared 'hey' and stabbed the eyebrows of the long-browed Taoist. The light and shadow of the dragon and tiger hit Yanjun's big horn. Only a loud noise was heard. Yanjun's big horn's body was broken through two huge gaps, but the long gun also stabbed in front of the eyebrows of the long eyebrows.

The strange fragrance floated by, and the wrecked body of the heavily damaged Yanjun's big horn recovered as before, just like no injury.

The long-browed Taoist snorted coldly, and the dragon, tiger and jade in his hand was like a little in front of him. Yanjun's big-horned long gun suddenly burst into a dazzling fire, and the sharp spear turned into a branch and a red branch that was spewing out a large amount of firelight. The old man's skill has restored Yanjun's big-horned long gun to its original appearance - a branch cut off from the source of fire.

Yanjun's big horn laughed. He grabbed the branch, and the branch suddenly exploded, turning into dozens of long guns that were exactly the same as the net talent, shooting in the air, outlining a dense fire net in the air. A dragon and a tiger light and shadow rushed down to him again, but the fire net was trapped in the net. A purple fire flow spewed out of Yanjun's big horn's mouth and burned the dragon and tiger's light and shadow into a golden light. The dragon and tiger golden Ruyi in the hand of the long-browed Taoist suddenly scattered into countless golden rare materials, and more than a dozen spiritual beads with the breath of Hongmeng soared into the sky and were about to turn into refined light and escape. The old man snorted coldly in anger. With a wave of his left hand, the dragon and tiger Jin Ruyi's separated materials were all rolled into his sleeves. He grabbed his right hand continuously, and three purple big hands quickly turned to the Qing Emperor, the White Emperor and the Black Emperor.

A green spirit rushed up from the head of the old man, and three long-browed and white-bearded Taoists who were the same as the old Tao flew out with a smile. They shouted in unison, "Don't panic, Taoist friends, poor Taoist brothers help Taoist friends to capture this dragonfly!"

These three old ways manifested from the youth, one held a pole, one held a fishing drum, and the other held two green-fronted swords. They laughed and hit Yanjun Dajiao together. With the blow of the pole, the void turned into chaos; where the slag drums sounded, the gods and ghosts were broken; the long sword waved, and everything was cut open. As soon as the three old Taoist joined the battlefield, Yanjun's big horn immediately became embarrassed. He was beaten with seven poles in a row, his legs were broken, and he was shocked by the sound of fishing drums. The two long swords are inseparable from Yanjun's big horn's neck, and they almost cut off his huge head several times. Even if it is the cultivation of the Taoist realm, if the head is cut off, it is also a great injury to his vitality, and he needs to stay in bed to recover one by one.

Three purple rising hands have caught the top of the heads of the three Qing Emperors, and they are about to be captured alive. The Sphinx, standing on the tree, shook his wings and flew down, cutting the three big hands into purple gas with one sword. The Sphinx shouted harshly, "Long-browed Taoist ancestor, four hit one, it's not fair!"

The long-browed old man looked at the sphon's face with surprise, which was transformed by his vitality. He sneered and said, "It turned out to be the cat that the big horn picked up from the chaos. It actually has today's cultivation. It's very good!"

With a smile, Lao Dao said coldly, "One gas turns into Sanqing, this is the unique magic power of the old Tao. If you think it's unfair, why don't you help your master?"

Before the Sphinx could answer, Yanjun's big horn had already roared: "What are you waiting for? This old cow's nose hit me one by four, and let's fight him together!"

The old man was stunned, and a large blackish seal without any luster roared down and hit the man in his hand holding the pole, so that thousands of lotus flowers on the man's head bloomed, so that he almost fell into the magma.

In the oblique thorn, a Taiji scroll composed entirely of chaotic gas flew out, and the man holding the fishing drum was shaken by the scroll and immediately swept into the small world in the scroll. It can be faintly seen that in the picture scroll, an eagle-headed god in a gown, held a big axe and cut his head and covered his face at the man.

With a few tinkling sounds, a small golden bell quietly appeared on the head of the Taoist man holding two swords, and did not allow the Taoist to wave his sword to cut it. The golden bell shook, and the void cracked. The golden bell hit the Taoist with a strong light, knocking the man into the shattered void

Then three figures quietly emerged from the magma, and together with the injured Yanjun's big horns, they surrounded the long eyebrows in the center.

The long-browed old man's face became extremely wonderful. He gritted his teeth and looked at the three people who came out and said angrily, "Shen, Cangmu Gong, Yao Ling, are you insist on making things difficult for us?"

God, a young man with a pale face and a weak face.

Cangmu Gong, a tall and strong old man with a life-like face and charity.

Yao Ling, with a beautiful appearance, wears a long black skirt. The long skirt is more than a hundred miles long, and it is embroidered with countless strange flowers and grass patterns in the world.

In addition, the tall body is the big horn of the fire Yanjun, and the power of the four Taoist realms surrounded the long eyebrows to death. In addition to the people who have just swept away the three splits of Changmei Laodao, there are a total of seven great powers in the Taoist realm to besiege Changmei Taoist here.

The expression of Changmei is very wonderful, just like a pervert who touched into a beautiful woman's boudoir. After lighting the light, he suddenly found that there were more than 100 big men with sexual orientation problems standing in the boudoir. It was indescribably wonderful, so wonderful that his face became as green as a cucumber.

Shen Shen, Cang Mu Gong and Yao Ling just smiled and ignored the words of the long eyebrows.

Yanjun's big horn widened his eyes and snorted coldly, "What's the dilemma?" I'm just waiting here for the unlucky man to come to my door. No matter who comes today, you can't escape a beating. I kept saying that you cow-nosed and bald donkeys have to beat you up so that you can remember for a long time!"

With a strange smile, Yanjun said proudly, "Seven bald donkeys blocked the door of Juan Huangshi. Hey hey, we have also prepared seven people here to beat you. Anyway, there are more people to bully people and less people. Seven of us beat you one by one. Anyway, we can't beat you to death. Let's just beat as much as we can!"

The old man's eyebrows twitched with the corners of his mouth with anger. He gritted his teeth and asked Mr. Cangmu, "Mr. Cangmu, you are the most stable person among the eighteen saints. Why do you mess with them?"

Lord Cangmu pondered for a moment and took out a wooden stake more than ten feet thick with a shiver. He whispered, "What nonsense? I just can't help but want to beat you up!"

With a whistle, Lord Cangmu raised the stake and slapped the old man's forehead.