Cihang Jingzhai is the leader of the White Way in the world and is respected by thousands of people.
Even the head of a powerful family in the world only dared to look up to Jingzhai and regarded the saint of Cihang Jingzhai as a fairy. Absolutely no one would dare to blaspheme the saint of Cihang Jingzhai like Liu Hao!
The two of them were close to each other, with a faint scent of ambiguity flowing in the air. Diao Chan's lazy voice suddenly sounded in the carriage: "Your Majesty, it seems that a guest is here."
"Haha, Cihang Jingzhai finally sent someone to rescue you..."
Liu Hao retracted his hands from the master's concubine Xuan's delicate body, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it. The fragrance hit his face, but an invisible sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
When one's cultivation has reached Liu Hao's level, there is no need to make any movements at all. With the movement of his mind, any changes within two hundred feet can hardly be concealed from Liu Hao's induction.
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Outside the carriage, on the green hills.
An old Taoist priest wearing a black Taoist robe stood on the top of the mountain, looking down the mountain with a lonely expression, watching the floating clouds.
Next to him, stood an elf-like little girl in her teens, with braided hair, pulling the corner of his clothes, and asked: "Master Ning, that carriage is so majestic, with nine horses driving in unison, like in an ancient book
I’ve read about the ancient emperor’s chariot, do you think the senior sister is really in the car?”
"When the Heavenly Gate arrives, the Holy Emperor comes into being. This man's luck is extraordinary!"
The old Taoist sighed with emotion: "The poor Taoist has already felt her breath. Fei Xuan is right there. She is not injured. She is very good."
Looking down from the top of the mountain, the banner of the iron-blooded red dragon of the Han Dynasty at the foot of the mountain is fluttering in the wind.
The Imperial Guards of Longxiang camp were meandering like a long dragon, marching in orderly and solemn steps, guarding the emperor as he moved forward.
There are floating clouds on the mountain. Looking from a distance, this old Taoist in Xuanyi looks like soaring clouds in the sky, with the air of a man among gods.
"Hey! Old Niubi, you dare to covet the Holy Emperor!"
Before the old Taoist came down the mountain, there was an insidious sound coming from the mountain road.
Cao Zhengchun, the old manager with gray hair and bright head, carried the fly whisk and flew up to the top of the mountain. Behind him, Shen Lian, Ding Xiu and others pressed their knives with one hand and rolled up their cloaks with the other, and the imperial guards rushed up quickly.
"Prepare, Vermillion Bird Crossbow!"
Shen Lian didn't say much and raised his hand to give the order solemnly.
The Jinyi guards were all the best among the best. They drew their Suzaku divine crossbows one after another and pointed them at the old Taoist Xuanyi on the top of the mountain.
The Suzaku Divine Crossbow fired arrows continuously, and even the gods could not escape death.
The old Taoist Xuanyi felt the endless murderous intent targeting him, and said with a smile: "The Holy Emperor of the Han Dynasty is indeed an unparalleled genius. He actually has such a person assisting him..."
Cao Zhengchun was like a ghost when he was walking. It was obvious that his Qinggong and body skills had reached an unpredictable level.
And the Jin Yiwei who were rushing up the mountain were all walking vigorously and had excellent body skills.
The subordinates randomly sent out are so powerful, which shows the rich heritage of the Han Dynasty. This is called peeking at the leopard in the tube, which is evident.
"Do it!"
Cao Zhengchun rolled up the dust, and Shen Lian pulled the string of the Suzaku Divine Crossbow.
Tsk tsk tsk!
Hundreds of arrows flew through the air, like dense raindrops, and rushed towards the old Taoist Xuanyi.
The little girl looked nervous and exclaimed: "Master Ning!"
The old Taoist in Xuanyi looked indifferent, touched the little girl's head, narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Little Mengyao is not afraid."
Zhengzhengzheng!
I saw this old Taoist like a flying crane in the clouds, holding the yin in his hands and holding the yang, and drew several mysterious arcs in the air that were the harmony of yin and yang.
The cloud energy on the top of the mountain seemed to condense into his hands, forming white cloud energy shields in front of him.
The arrows that were fired hit this layer of void air shield, as if hitting an invisible air wall, and fell one after another.
"The master who can control Qi with the help of virtual reality is indeed one of the three great masters, Ning Daoqi!!"
Cao Zhengchun rolled up his whisk and shouted sternly: "Kill!"
Tread! Tread! Tread!
His body skills surged wildly, and he began to stamp on the ground crazily, rushing towards Ning Daoqi.
"Tiangang is righteous, all rivers return to the sea!"
Cao Zhengchun used the killing move in Tiangang Tongzi Kung as soon as he took action. He used 120% of his energy and attacked violently.
call!
The majestic Tiangang righteous energy surged out wildly, like a stormy wave sweeping over, erupting with a bang.
"What a profound inner strength!"
Ning Daoqi was slightly moved. He covered the little girl behind his back with one hand, reached forward with the other hand, and also used his own trick.
"Sanshou Bapu!"
This is the stunt that the great master Ning Daoqi has become famous for. He can attack and defend as he pleases. There is no fixed method at all. He can condense the void into reality and be invincible!
I saw white clouds floating in the air, gradually turning into an invisible big hand, and suddenly colliding with Wanchuanguihai! The virtual energy can be angry, so it is infinite!
Purity leads to emptiness, then this emptiness becomes reality!
boom!!
Unstoppable energy poured in along his arms. Cao Zhengchun's heart was shaken, and he couldn't help but retreat backwards. Wherever his feet stepped, two lines of deep footprints appeared on the ground.
"This slick old man is really good at what he does!"
After taking dozens of steps back, Cao Zhengchun stopped. The blood in his chest was boiling. The whisk in his hand had been turned into powder by the true energy and scattered in the void.
Ning Daoqi's body was as majestic as a mountain, but he only swayed for a moment and said with a smile: "It is rare, rare to have such a great master in the Han Dynasty!"
While they were talking, Shen Lian and Ding Xiu had already raised their embroidered spring knives high and were fighting bravely.
After stimulating the potential of the human body through the Qianlong Divine Art, Shen Lian and Ding Xiu are much more powerful than those in the Xiuchundao.
The two of them, one on the left and the other on the right, also cooperated tacitly, slashing through the air with two swords, full of power.
Unfortunately, what they met was the great master of the world. Ning Daoqi flipped his hands and made two Sanshou moves, two of which seemed to be slow but were actually fast, and flew lightly on the two people's blades.
clank!
Ning Daoqi's fingers seemed to be made of gold and iron, actually harder than the cold iron sword tempered by the thunder pool. With a flick of his finger, the blade was shattered.
Ning Daoqi flicked his sleeves, and two waves of strong energy swept through them, knocking Shen Lian and Ding Xiu back and flying backwards.
Hundreds of people from the Jinyi Guards came forward, and figures were moving around on the mountain top, but they still couldn't help but Ning Daoqi. Just as Ning Daoqi was walking back and forth among the crowd, a clear and violent sound suddenly came from the bottom of the cliff.
A stream of fiery red light suddenly rushed from the bottom of the cliff into the sky and landed on the top of the mountain...