Feng Jiu looked at Taoist Jingyang on the side, and saw that the Taoist's face was calm, and there was no wave in the ancient well. He stood there quietly, never caring about the surrounding situation, and was amazed in his heart. Looking at this Taoist with a very ordinary appearance, Feng Jiu
Jiu always feels that things are a little weird.
The Canglong Holy Son looked uncertain, glanced at everyone, and said: "Compared to Taoist Motian, I think that the inheritance of Taoist Xuanhuang may fall on you. No matter what, I want to ask you to swear that you are not allowed to practice Xuanhuang Creation.
achievement."
Everyone had complicated expressions on their faces after hearing this. It was not that no one recognized the words of Canglong Saint Son. Taoist Motian had a good background, his magical powers were very strange, and he was the head of several families. Such a person would not covet Xuanhuang's creation power.
, on the contrary, some geniuses present may be very interested in the inheritance of Taoist Xuanhuang.
After all, the attraction of the Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda of Heaven and Earth is there. If you can obtain the Xuanhuang Creation Technique and rely on the power of the sect behind it to kill the dragon monks, you may not be unable to refine the Xuanhuang Mother Qi.
"What a joke, Holy Son of Canglong. This is the prehistoric world, not the Canglong Realm. Not to mention that we have not obtained the Xuanhuang Creation Skill. Even if we have obtained it, we can practice it if we want. What can you do to me?" Qilin
The Holy Son sneered.
The Qilin, Dragon and Phoenix tribes themselves have feuds. Although they both suffered losses later and the real culprit was found, it is a fact that they fought against each other and resulted in numerous casualties. This hatred will not change.
"That's it. Holy Son of Canglong, do you think this is still the time when all beasts come to the Cang? Times have changed, and humans are the protagonists in the world." Ji Daozi shook his head, but his eyes were looking around, as if he was looking for who was it.
Who has received the inheritance from Taoist Xuanhuang?
The Holy Son of Canglong was about to speak when he suddenly glanced into the distance, with a hint of curiosity on his face. All the immortals also looked over, and saw a bright light in the sky in the distance, like a shooting star, in the sky.
As he swept past, there was a faint scream.
"As expected, Taoist Motian still has the power to strike." Prince Qilin said happily: "After all, he defeated Taoist Xuanhuang. Even if he dies, he still has a backup plan. At this time, whoever comes forward wants to get
The advantage is that you are seeking death."
After Jiang Zixu heard this, a look of joy appeared on his face. He had just caught up with him. Now he imagined that he was lucky to have left late. Otherwise, Taoist Motian's counterattack before his death would have been very terrifying, and he might not be able to withstand it.
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"I just don't know who is unlucky." Feng Jiu was very curious.
But as she said this, no one came forward to check what was going on. They just stood there quietly, their consciousness sweeping over them, silently paying attention to the changes in the distance.
A hundred miles away, Yang Guang's face was calm, and the mana around him was surging, high or low, as if he couldn't control it. He walked slowly. Hundreds of feet behind him, hundreds of monks were watching eagerly, but no one dared to step forward.
Move forward.
Liu Jieyou's eyes were red, her delicate body was trembling, her hands were trembling, and there was a trace of hatred on her face, as well as a trace of nervousness and fear. Beside her, there was already one less person of joy, joy, and sorrow. Just now, Mr. Le saw the slow pace in front of her.
Yang Guang, who was walking, took action without hesitation. Unfortunately, not only did he not kill the opponent, he was actually killed by the opponent.
"Do you want my life? It's ridiculous that I, the Taoist Motian, have traveled across the three realms and killed countless demons. I didn't expect that later on, I would fall into the hands of you Xiaoxiao?" On the cloud, Yang Guang looked pale and held on to one hand.
A sharp sword, and a dark ring in one hand, which was "gifted" to Yang Guang by Mr. Le before his death.
"Damn guy." After hearing this, Mr. Ku's mouth twitched and he let out an angry roar. He charged towards Yang Guang with the flying sword in his hand. Mr. Ai and Mr. Chou followed closely behind. Liu Jieyou's eyes were red and he also rushed in when he saw this.
The flying swords surrounded Yang Guang and started fighting, never leaving Yang Guang's vitals.
The Heaven-Destroying Sword in Yang Guang's hand was shining with light. He was coughing and blocking the enemy's attack. A wisp of blood bloomed at the corner of his mouth. The aura on his body was very unstable, as if he was about to die at any moment.
It's just that the four Liu Jieyou and the others couldn't defeat Yang Guang, and instead were beaten back by Yang Guang from time to time. Every time he saw that he was about to defeat the opponent, Yang Guang would spit out a mouthful of blood, then his momentum would surge, and he would repel the four of them.
"Ah!" With a scream, a train of swords was seen disappearing in the sky. Mr. Ai's head was cut off, and Yang Guang's Taoist robe was shabby. Three sword energy slashed on the opponent's back, and blood flowed.
It was dripping, but it didn't hurt any vital parts.
Yang Guang used three minor injuries in exchange for a golden immortal head again. He pushed out his right hand gently, and the strong wind blew up, blowing away Mr. Ai's body and his soul, revealing a dark ring and several magic weapons.
In the surprised eyes of the immortals, those rings and magic weapons fell into Yang Guang's right hand and disappeared without a trace.
"Give back my brother's life." Mr. Ku was furious when he saw this. The guy in front of him was really abominable. After killing someone, he plundered everything from the other party and destroyed the other person's body. This was even more demonic than the devil.
"Why bother to duel with a dying man like me?" Yang Guang looked calm and blocked Mr. Ku and Liu Jieyou aside with a sword. A bright moon appeared behind him. Under the bright moon, the waves were rolling.
"The moon rises over the sea."
Mr. Chou seemed to have a premonition of something, his face turned pale, and he exclaimed in surprise.
Sure enough, in the next second, I saw the bright moon falling from the sky, and Mr. Chao Chou came to kill him. The moonlight was cold, the light was like a sword, and it was as cold as the heart. Before the bright moon fell, Mr. Chou's body was frozen, and then turned into powder. Even his soul was frozen.
It didn't fly out. In the void, there were only a few flashes of spiritual light, but they were some high-quality weapon refining materials, which were innate, so they were preserved.
Yang Guang put these materials away, then coughed a few more times, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood. His face became paler, and his figure was shaky, as if he was really in trouble.
"I really can't do it anymore." Yang Guang's voice was low.
The corners of the mouths of the onlookers twitched. Every time they said this, it seemed like they could take away a person's life.
"Taoist Motian, today is the day you die." Mr. Ku showed excitement on his face after hearing this.
However, at this time, there was a slight whistle in the void, and a divine chain of order stretched out from the void, black and white, exuding a mysterious aura. Before Mr. Ku could react, he felt that his body was wrapped in sword energy.
The flesh and blood instantly fell to the ground, and his whole body was stained red with blood, as if he had walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Even his soul was being strangled by the sword energy at this moment, and he couldn't help but let out a scream.
