People in the prehistoric world have never had any good feelings for the Asura clan, especially the disciples of the Taoist sect. It is said that the old guy from Styx had defected to the Demon Ancestor Luohu.
Although he did not dare to take action or clamor because he was timid, he was actually from the Demon Ancestor's camp!
However, after the Taoist Ancestor fought against the Demon Ancestor and destroyed the innate demon god who followed the Demon Ancestor, the Styx fled in shame.
If the Daozu hadn't been too lazy to care about people of this small level, the Styx would have been saved by the Heavenly Dao long ago. In the eyes of the Daozu of Hedao, the only sea of blood would have been a bigger sink.
So when the Taoist Duobao snatched the Asura clan's magic weapon, the Taoist Xuandu just laughed and shook his head, thinking that he was too playful.
Just take away the magic weapon, why bother making people confused for so many years?
If Duobao had robbed the magic weapon of an ordinary monk, he would have already implemented the family law.
"That's what I snatched at that time!" Taoist Duobao took out something similar to a thorn strip from the Qiankun bag, but it was far thicker than the thorn strip!
Duobao showed everyone his magic weapon to attack the Lantern. It was really full of the aura of the underworld and the Asura clan, and he could not even imagine Duobao.
But for some reason, Xuan Du always felt something was wrong when he looked at the magic weapon in Duobao's hand, as if there was something hidden in this ordinary acquired spiritual treasure.
Looking at the proud look of the Taoist Duobao, Wei Yunzhou sighed and asked, "Your magic weapon cannot be discovered, but if you take his Qiankun ruler, is the target too obvious?"
Taoist Duobao smiled and said, "Director Wei, don't worry, I, Duobao, have my own trick..."
While the Taoist Duobao was talking nonstop, Xuan Du quietly took the thorn stick from his hand, thought about it and waved it towards Duobao's butt...
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The blue smoke floats over a cold mountain, clear and long. The misty spiritual energy in the mountain makes the creatures on the entire mountain carefully concentrate.
But in a corner of this Hanshan Mountain, there was a man squatting in a cave and hugging his head and crying.
If the formation around you had not separated the place, this sad voice attracted many curious mountain spirits and beasts.
And this crying person is the blue-faced Taoist Lan Deng!
At this time, Lan Deng, who was the deputy leader of the Academic Sect, was squatting in the corner of the cave and crying alone.
Moreover, he had been crying for a long time, but the tears still couldn't stop, and the grievances in his heart became more and more serious.
If Wei Yunzhou saw it at this time, no, if any patient in a mental hospital saw it, he would take him to the mental hospital for psychological counseling without hesitation.
"Wuwuwuwuwu, who is so powerful that I can kill the poor, the bag on my head has not been gone until now."
"Haha~ What did this damn person beat him with? Why did it hurt so much? Why did it hurt so much..."
"Don't let me know who did it, otherwise I will pay the price even if I pull you to self-destruct."
Randeng sobbed and cursed, and saw a huge bag swollen on his head, which was red, swollen and shiny, and it could be said that it looked painful.
Logically speaking, with his quasi-saint's cultivation, although he has not reached the peak because of too many distracting thoughts in his mind, he should not be troubled by mere trauma.
But no matter what he used, he could not help the big bag on his head to reduce the swelling.
Even more painful!
Who is it? He actually used such a vicious means to himself!!!
What secret method can make such a big bag on your head swelling, not hurting your name but making it so painful?
Ran Deng has also lived many years old monsters. He searched for all the memories in his mind in pain, but did not find any martial arts or magic weapons related to his symptoms.
Randeng didn't even dare to breathe, for fear that moving a little would make the big bag on his head hurt more and more, so he could only lie on the ground and cry silently.
To describe the state of Lan Deng at this time, it is really "swept with tears"!
You can even swim!
After so many years of hard work, I didn't expect to be attacked by someone at the entrance of his temple.
This person could clearly take his own name, but he did not kill himself, and just tormented himself like this.
What is this for? Who has such cultivation but is so despicable?
The so-called murder is just a lie. Such behavior is too much!
Suddenly, Ran Deng seemed to have thought of something. She endured the severe pain and reached out to her cuffs... She felt that there was nothing inside.
"ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Lan Deng let out a howl that was not like a human. The mountain beasts outside the cave, who obviously didn't hear any sound, seemed to have sensed something and were shocked.
"This damn thief! He robbed all my treasures!"
"All my treasures are gone!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"My cloak, my ruler, and my lamp oil are gone!!!"
"Ahhhhh! It hurts so much!"
Lan Deng, who was so angry that he jumped into the foot, touched the big bag on his head, and he flew out and hit the bottom of the cave.
"Boom~" Unexpectedly, this collision actually broke a stone wall.
"Why is I so unlucky? I even bullied me by blocking the stone wall..." Randeng stood up crying and felt a sense of crisis suddenly came.
Enduring the severe pain, Lan Lantern sacrificed a coffin lamp and protected him. This was his natal magic weapon at the bottom of his box.
It is also his magic weapon to help him kill corpses, and it has always been stored in the spiritual sea!
The coffin lamp illuminated the space, and black air was gathering, constantly attacking the lamp.
This black aura is definitely not comparable to the aura of those priests or the great demons of Fusang. It is an extremely crazy aura!
"What a strong demonic energy..." Ran Deng is still a person who has been knowledgeable since the beginning of heaven and earth.
I recognized at a glance that the aura that had been gathering was the demonic energy that had disappeared for a long time in the prehistoric world!
The demonic energy emitted by the extraterrestrial demons who blocked their swords for me some time ago was equivalent to the weakened version of the demonic energy in front of me.
It is not advisable to stay here for a long time. Randeng turned around and was about to leave, but he saw that the road he had just arrived had been blocked by the demonic energy at some point!
Before Ran Deng could think too much, a demonic energy came from his feet.
The coffin lamp revived, and a red light shattered the coming demonic energy. Lan Deng held the coffin lamp and confronted the demonic energy without any care.
He knew that if there was a trace of distraction at this time, there would be no disaster there!