Zhitong had a vicious face, his face was covered in blood. His forehead was cracked, and a deep hole could see the bones. The black stick tightly held in his hand was also covered in blood. The fierce and domineering aura spread out with his open and closed red eyes.

The voice and words were like a storm, shaking wildly, and no one answered for a moment. And together with his voice, the domineering power enveloped the golden snake under him, round and unintentionally.

After the golden elephant killed Hua Qingyang, the sadness and murderous thoughts in his heart were vented, and the spiritual platform was clear, clearly sensing the spiritual energy flowing everywhere, as if there was life. When the thoughts moved, the spiritual energy that could be sensed gathered towards him. In a blink of an eye, a cloud of clouds formed, covering the golden snake. From a distance, it looked like a golden dragon hidden in the clouds. Zhitong seemed to be standing on a cloud of clouds.

Zhitong didn't wait for people from all directions to surround him. With a finger of the dark sky-raising stick in his hand, the golden snake had already soared into the air in the direction he pointed at, at extremely fast speed.

“Where to go.”

The head of Xuantian Sect shouted softly, and the three thousand white silks in his hand stabbed towards him like three thousand swords. Zhitong swung the black stick in his hand, and the three thousand sword-like whisks had already returned to the shadow of the stick.

But the white silk wrapped around the black stick in an instant and rolled it straight towards Zhitong's hand holding the stick. Zhitong laughed loudly, and the black stick in his hand suddenly stretched out and poked the head of Xuantian Sect.

The head of Xuantian Sect retreated, and this was just a blink of an eye. Other people from Xuantian Sect rushed up again. The huge and long dark sky-high rod in Zhitong's hand was swinging wildly, and within about a radius, it was within the cover of the dark sky-high sky-high rod. Wherever he passed, the wind was howling.

"Haha...haha..." Zhitong laughed.

However, although this method is powerful, it cannot truly isolate the enemy.

Suddenly, a small seal appeared above the nine heavens, rolled around, rising with the wind, turning into a mountain-like size and pressing down towards Zhitong.

Another sword turned into a stream of light and directly slashed Zhitong's head.

At the same time, a wisp of blue flame suddenly appeared, burning all the spiritual energy in the void in an instant, forming a sea of ​​fire that engulfed Zhitong into it.

There are also many people holding various magic weapons with forehands, showing the magic signs, but they did not take action.

The clouds standing by Qingyi floated silently backwards, but I heard Kunlun Qianyuan say, "The Taoism he has learned is like Taoism but not Tao, like Buddha but not Buddha, like Confucianism but not Confucianism. Can Bodhisattvas see where it comes from?"

The middle-aged Taoist nun looked expressionless and shook her head and said, "No matter what kind of Taoism it is, she can't escape the shackles of heaven and earth. He can't recover without decades of rest."

The Taoist Tianqi, who was standing in the middle, smiled and said, "These two demons also value love and friendship. One is for their junior brother and the other is for their revenge. Even their lives can be avoided. The Tongbang ape was always taking care of the golden snake while fighting. If it weren't for this, the golden snake had already dispersed its giant body and appeared in its original form. It died under the magic weapon of the disciples of Xuantian Sect. Where can it have the opportunity to soar."

"Haha, fellow Taoists are so bad. How can they use this evil thing to express their feelings and righteousness?" Kunlun Qianyuan said.

"They lack a home, and there are three thousand wonderful methods in Lingshan that can calm their hearts." said the middle-aged Taoist nun.

"Haha, Bodhisattvas never give in. Then let me say, Kunlun Demon-Suppressing Tower can suppress all demons in the world." Kunlun Qianyuan said confidently.

The middle-aged Taoist nun did not answer. Qingyi next to him felt nothing pleasant when he heard what they said, but he didn't dare to say anything. He just looked at the battle in the distance and was worried that Jin Xiangdi didn't know how to escape quickly and be entangled here. Aunt, I forgot all the secrets of escape that I taught you.

Zhitong laughed in the distance, waved the black stick in his hand, and a sea of ​​fire emanated from a channel. He poked into the sky, and the giant seal that was as good as a mountain suddenly flew up and fell back to his master's hand. The white light also reached Zhitong's throat. He saw him lower his head and opened his mouth to bite the white light in his mouth. The white light dissipated and turned into a handleless small sword flowing with clear light. He chewed it into a ball of iron and spit it into the mountains.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Zhitong stood on the golden snake and laughed, protruding straight into the distance.

"Strange, look at the treasure."

Suddenly, an ancient gourd appeared in the sky, with its mouth facing down and its bottom facing up.

Qingyi was secretly shocked. Before she could have any other thoughts, she saw that Zhitong had hit the gourd with a stick, and the gourd turned into a stream of light and disappeared.

"receive……"

A hazy picture suddenly appeared in the sky, spread out and rolled towards Zhitong. Zhitong's black sky-raising stick pierced into it, shaking wildly, and the scroll was torn apart.

"Binding..."

A golden rope was shuttled through the void, looming, and in a flash, it had tied Zhitong to death. The golden rope flashed, Zhitong shouted loudly, and the golden rope broke and broke.

"Haha..." Zhitong laughed and said, "Today, let's see what you have to hold on to me."

No one answered, but saw a nine-dravel divine thunder falling in the sky. Zhitong resisted it with a dark sky-raising rod. The lightning spread down and hit him. He trembled all over and his body stiffened. Then another lightning fell. Zhitong seemed to be struck by lightning and had no power to resist, and his whole body trembled.

One after another, nine heavenly thunders had fallen in an instant.

People in the Taoist sect surrounding far and near found that lightning was useful to Zhitong, and immediately used the thunder technique. In a moment, dense lightning fell down, hitting the small space into pieces.

Qingyi was very anxious, Jin Xiangdi was still there at this time.

At this time, a sigh from the middle-aged Taoist nun came from her ears, and she heard her say, "I didn't expect it to be so bold that it actually used this heavenly thunder to refine the body. A fellow Taoist yet, haven't he taken action?"

Qian Yuan was slightly surprised and used his magical power to look at Zhitong. He saw that his body wounds were indeed healing slowly. Moreover, his seemingly trembling body was not stiff, but pretending. The spiritual energy surrounding his body not only did not dissipate, but became even more intense, including the thunder and lightning.

"He is a bit similar to the Nine-Turn Mysterious Art of My Taoist Sect, but unfortunately he hasn't practiced it yet. Haha, since the Bodhisattva spoke, don't blame me for bringing your future guardian of Lingshan into my Kunlun Demon-Suppressing Tower." After speaking, he reached out his right hand and a small golden tower appeared in his palm, which was divided into nine layers. There was a plaque under the top of the tower with two straight * words written on it: "Demon-Suppressing."

The Demon-Suppressing Tower appeared, and the golden light flashed and disappeared. When it appeared again, it was already above Zhitong's head and appeared in the lightning. However, those lightning and chaotic spaces had no effect on the Demon-Suppressing Tower. Instead, those lightnings were uncontrollable and rushed towards the Demon-Suppressing Tower.

"Demon-Suppressing Tower, Kunlun Demon-Suppressing Tower!" someone exclaimed.

The Demon-Suppressing Tower is dozens of feet high, emitting thousands of feet of golden light, dazzling, and the spiritual energy in the sky gathers towards the Demon-Suppressing Tower.

At the same time, the Demon-Suppressing Tower suppressed Zhitong.

Zhitong looked up, narrowed his eyes and looked at the Demon-Suppressing Tower, and shouted softly: "Go!"

As soon as he started to walk, he had already stepped on the golden snake and walked through the air. He was faster, but the tower was faster and fell down in a mighty way. From a distance, Zhitong and the golden snake were pressed on the ground by the demon-suppressing tower, and the golden tower turned into a golden light and sank into the void.

Qian Yuan's palm spread out in the void again, and a golden light fell into his hand and turned into a small tower.

Qingyi stared at him and said to himself: "It would be great if he had been a disciple before. If you return to Kunlun Mountain, you will have a chance to rescue the little guy. Now, you will turn into a pile of snake bones in the tower."

Qianyuan whispered loudly in the Taoist sects who had seen it: "This demon was taken into the demon-suppressing tower and will not harm the world anymore. Please rest assured, fellow Taoists." After saying that, he gave a Taoist tribute, smiled slightly at Master Qingyi, and said a promise. After turning around and walking on the clouds, he ignored the polite words of other Taoist sects.

The middle-aged Taoist nun didn't say anything, turned around and left with Qingyi, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The real person of Tianqi of Jiuxian Mountain frowned and pondered, looked at the direction where Qian Yuan disappeared, and then looked at the direction where the middle-aged Taoist nun left.

In a blink of an eye, the place calmed down again, with only a mess, with trees falling from place to place in the mountains, and birds and beasts almost dead. Most of the Taoist temples in Xuantian Gate were damaged, and many of the disciples were killed and injured. Only those disciples who were taken into the blue-clothed jade bottle and survived after being released.

When the head of Xuantian saw these, a mouthful of blood gushed out and fell from the nine heavens.

Qian Yuan stepped on a white cloud under his feet, holding the golden tower and rising all the way towards Kunlun Mountain. The breeze blew against his robe and hair, floating up.

He flew all the way through the clouds, and suddenly, he stopped. He raised his demon-suppressing tower and saw that there were the simultaneous ape and golden snake he was thinking about in it, only a dark iron rod standing there. He was furious in his heart and felt a sense of humiliation. He wanted to turn around and search again, but finally he held it back. His chest was up and down. After standing for a while, he turned around and still headed towards Kunlun Mountain.

At this time, the Golden Elephant Di had once again turned into a small golden snake, walking alone in the mountains and forests. The sense of the common magic power and the integration of ideas with Zhitong has been cut off. Just last moment, after they escaped from the Demon-Suppressing Tower, Zhitong placed him in this valley and said only a quick sentence to return to Fangcun Mountain. If you succeed in your studies in the future, you can come to Dongsheng Shenzhou Huaguo Mountain to find me. After that, you will take the air and leave.

Jin Xiangdi clearly saw that shortly after he left, a golden light chased away in the sky. Jin Xiangdi immediately thought that it must be that Senior Brother Zhitong had sensed some powerful enemy, so he let him go.

He swam forward quickly, and he didn't want to always run away at such a critical moment. This made him think of Huiyan and the dark night without the starry sky.

Not long after, Zhitong's loud shout suddenly came from afar ahead.
Chapter completed!