Chapter 300 [Happy New Year]

"Fang Xiandao took action. What's the matter with you?"

The master of Fangxiandao hasn't made a sound yet. A faint voice appeared, and a person slowly walked out of an island in the center.

"Do the Taoist people also want to intervene in such an obvious injustice?"

The ancient momentum of turning into a demon god restrained a little. The man in the array played with the Taoist priest in front of him and held an ordinary bun, but the dust in his hand was extraordinary at a glance, even horrible, stained with the breath of a saint.

The Taoist priest standing in front of him waved the dust and looked at the demon god and said, "Fang Xiandao said this very clearly, although his behavior is a little disgraceful." The faint voice stunned the somewhat proud Fang Xian Taoist. His expression changed and flashed a trace of resentment, but he didn't know why. He quickly restrained and dared not show too much, and could only quietly wait for his sentence.

"Why do you still care about his behavior?" In front of the ancient examiner, he knew that this guy was the biological disciple of the legendary elder. His cultivation was profound. Although he was not deep, he was still terrible.

There was no sign of vitality on the young Taoist priest who stood in front of Gulaitian and wanted to maintain Fang Xiandao. He said, "Fang Xiandao is a branch of Taoism. Today, he has been humiliated. I don't care. Fang Xiandao will no longer listen to me." Swinging loudly, the Taoist priest's voice was not hidden at all. It fell in the ears of the people who waited quietly here and how to solve it. One by one, their eyes were really open. At the same time, they thought that the 13th-ranked Fang Xiandao would be matched by this young man, and they could say so in front of him. It can be imagined that Fang Xiandao is probably the role of a dog in his eyes.

Standing behind him, he suddenly turned to the two people who had been facing Elder Meng and stared at him, with uncertain eyes.

"Branch of the Taoist Gate." The body of the golden black demon god, who incarnated from ancient times, slowly shook his wings. "How dare you say that Fang Xiandao obeys your orders." Gu Laitian shook his head as if he heard something funny. Suddenly, Gu Laitian's look became cautious and looked at the young Taoist priest in front of him and said, "No matter what Fang Xiandao is, in the eyes of my Jinwu clan, attacking the residence of Mengluozong is to be an enemy of our Jinwu clan."

The ancient momentum burst out, and the rare pure blood of Jinwu was displayed. Lost eyes, too difficult to glance in the air, a pair of eyes, not angry and self-righteous. Jinyang, who was originally standing below him, flew up silently and stood in front of the three people with Jingchu and the three people.

For a while, the atmosphere was solemn to the extreme. There were only a few people from the Jinwu ethnic group, but they were all masters and were not necessarily afraid of this guy, but the elders of the Taoist gate were close at hand and had no choice but to do it. If he took action, they would not run away. Even if they take action, there is no time for the Jinwu people to protect them.

A trace of coldness flashed in Jin Yang's eyes. These people are his biggest enemies. If they want to support the holy land of Buddhism, they must explode these guys.

When the young man of Taoist sect heard Gu Laitian's words, his expression was slightly stunned, he was dull, and smiled slightly, "Can my Taoist sect still pat you as an ancient clan? Once again, even if you elders of the Jinwu clan see it, you have to be respectful, and you are not afraid of flashing your tongue when exchanging here. I can beat you with one fist. The young Wuyazi looked at the ancient sky, and a trace of killing flashed in his smile, which fell into their eyes, threatening a huge threat.

Gulaitian has thought of these for a long time, and he is not a young man. He immediately returned: "It's an eventful time now, but the Jinwu Gu clan has never been afraid of anyone. Today, the elders who came to Daomen took action, and I will not wait to retreat." Gulai's cold eyes swept over his head and fell on his feet. The body of the 3,000-foot demon god agitated, and the sun was really burning with a sound.

The dignified atmosphere suddenly turned into a huge killing. Jinyang was also the power of the underworld to rise to the sky, and his whole body became a humanoid weapon that was sharper than the sword. As soon as he moved, he was about to kill this young and arrogant cliff.

The cliff-free man who landed opposite Jinyang and others looked a little solemn, and there was a trace of hatred between his eyebrows. These guys were really difficult to deal with. The elder doesn't say his hand, but he will take action. How can a small fairy fight, the ruler of the world, take action?

"Fang Xiandao is a branch of my Taoism. Mengluozong is unreasonable. What prestige do you want to be here?" Wu Yazi's expression changed again, and Jingchu's killing sword burst into a shining red light in her hand, and a trace of bloody breath surrounded her body, like a killing god.

"Shameless Fang Xiandao, shameless Taoist juniors." Elder Meng roared, and the blue light curtain began to change. Waves of pressure were like ripples, penetrating the space, and the cold wind blew in the air.

"Fang Xiandao, get out, we'll stop." Gu Laitian opened his golden eyes and stared at the hesitant guy in front of him. The power of the sun on his body began to play. It was his forbidden skill that was preparing for ten days and exerting greater pressure.

Jin Yang sneered and raised his hands. A huge dark shadow slowly appeared behind him. His body exceeded the power of the immortal god, constantly attacked the Daluo barrier and rushed into the dark shadow behind him fiercely.

"You are going to do it, regardless of the majesty of the Taoist temple." A little cold sweat dripping from Wuyazi's eyebrows. Jinyang stood in front of him and intuitively told him that this person is the most powerful and the most terrible. Once he directly reimbursed him, even if he can't die, he will be greatly hurt. Even if he can't afford the prestige of management, even the elders will punish him. Don't talk nonsense. Today we have a fight here. It's not about the reputation of Taoism, it's just about kilometers. Jin Yang looked at him, and his cold voice remembered Deng Ruo's sharp sword, which was fiercely in his heart.

While Jin Yang spoke, the wave of his hands gradually became violent. The power of a huge dark boundary around him kept emitting. Using such power, saying such words made people feel good and evil. When Jingchu heard this, the killing sword in her hand turned with a slight smile. The endless sword spirit of killing, and a huge yin and yang Taiji picture of her colleague appeared above her head.

"Are you the most outstanding disciple Jingchu?" Wu Yazi, who was sweating coldly, screamed and looked at the killing sword in her hand. He suddenly affirmed that Yu Qingzi must have died in their hands. The elder's anger was actually remembered by them. Suddenly, a smile appeared on his face. He narrowed his eyes and knew what was going on at this time. Yu Qingzi was long. Only the old generation who attach great importance to can be in charge of the killing fairy sword, one of the most powerful Zhenyun artifacts in the legend.

"Yu Qingzi's death is not about today's battle. At this time, there is a shame about kilometers and shamelessness between the sects." Jingchu sneered and said almost the same words as Jin Yang, but a trace in the painting, which was a little different. Originally, he hesitated and retreated a little. Some soft Wuyazi's eyes once again released divine eyes, staring at them coldly, pressing their hands falsely, and the strong jade spirit wrapped around his body. He couldn't see his figure clearly dimly, as if he was outside the space, wandering outside the world, a real fairy.

"Cut off the immortals."

Wrapped in Yuqing fairy spirit, the hazy Wuyazi was the first to take action, and a white gas rushed out of his mouth. Jinyang's eyes had not blinked, and their bodies moved. This white gas had already turned around Jinyang's body. The squeaky sounded between Jinyang and Bai Qi.

Jinyang was so uncomfortable that his throat was stuck. This white gas wanted to stand directly under his head. Unfortunately, the strong white gas left obvious traces around Jinyang's body when it disappeared. Wuyazi, wrapped in the immortal spirit of Yuqing, lost his face and changed dramatically. This was his most powerful attack. In ancient times, it was a kind of essence from the most powerful weapon. When it turned on the human head, it was the death of the yuan god and his physical colleague.

"How is that possible?"

The air mass wrapped in the cliff-free body flew away, and a cold breath rushed into his body very directly through the defense of Yuqing fairy spirit, the destruction of his senior year.

"I also want you to taste the power of my god." Jin Yang laughed, and the shadow behind him suddenly faded, and a trace of chill flashed in the hearts of the people watching the battle. This guy's magic is really unpreventable. He can see that the person who kills immortals without cliffs suddenly thought in his heart that the wicked people have their own grinding, and the essence of killing immortals is all accumulated by the dead.

The shadow behind Jinyang became very light and fell into Wuyazi's body. His whole body seemed to be saved by a god in the underworld. It was cold and rushed into his yuan god. Even the fairy treasure did not have time to use it. The yuan god withered, the calligraphy was helpless, and the expression on his face was stagnant.

"Is that a little capable?"

Jinyang was a little disappointed, and Wu Yazi was hit by himself?

Just when Jinyang was disappointed, a great crisis suddenly flashed in his heart. In an instant, his body moved three feet, quietly shouted, and the sword shot out. The ancient sky of the 3,000-foot demon god's body screamed, and his expression suddenly withered, and the blood as vast as the sea shot out.

The sound of gold and stone fighting sounded, sparks splashed, and two different murderous intentions were intertwined in the sky. The flying sword was constantly interspersed, and a huge flying knife died in front of him in the air. Jin Yang fixed his eyes. The cliff that received his attack had disappeared, and only a dark shadow stood there quietly. Don't move.

On his side, Wuyazi was surprisingly calm.

"It turned out to be a scapegoat. Let's see how many scapegoat you have!" Jin Yang's body shook, and the power of the underworld was like a stone, directly shrinking him beside him.

"Puto kowtowed three times!"

In the roar, the boundless power rushed into his body and devoured his gen spirit in Wu Yazi's cold eyes.