Chapter 883

Tiancang Taoist's whole set of means, including flying sword and Bagua diagram, has been carefully prepared for decades. What we are afraid of is this kind of unexpected need. Although this means has not been used for decades, but once used, it will have unexpected effect.

It's just that Taoist tiancang has forgotten one thing, that is strength.

Although the magic weapons are powerful in the war, they are just displayed in the face of absolute strength. Even if it was made by Laojun himself, Taoist tiancang and Laojun are still not the same level.

Therefore, in recent years, all the thoughts of tiancang Taoist have been focused on the research and use of magic weapons, which is a wrong behavior in itself. It's not only a waste of time of self-cultivation, but also no eggs.

The mysterious purple flame is burning the eight diagrams which are regarded as the magic weapon of life-saving by tiancang Taoist.

Taoist tiancang couldn't stop retreating, and murmured to himself: "Xiuluo snow lotus, purple fire lotus platform, impossible, how can this be..."

Although you don't want to believe the scene in front of you, the fact is the fact after all, and it's hard to escape even if you have great ability.

The purple lotus terrace burned the eight diagrams into fly ash. On the lotus platform, a black robe was on top of it. Ye Xiuluo sat there as if God would come down tomorrow.

"Hehe, tiancang old ghost, I didn't expect that you gave me a lot of surprise, but it seems that the surprise is not enough. What kind of skills do you have? I'll wait for you even if it's revealed today

In the face of Ye Xiuluo, who came out of the eight trigrams easily, the Taoist tiancang at the moment is completely out of his wits and has no means.

In addition to the horror, tiancang Taoist can only shout: "come on, come on!"

After all, Maoshan sect is a Taoist sect, and its disciples are flourishing. Although it can't compare with the five peaks of Kunlun Mountain, there are not a thousand or hundreds of its disciples.

Seeing tiancang Taoist, he began to call for help, but ye Xiuluo did not move or shake, so he sat on the lotus platform and sneered.

"Hehe, tiancang old ghost, it seems that you don't have much means to send your disciples to death. Great, wonderful. I'll kill you today and kill you all over the Maoshan mountain! "

Ye Xiuluo was just saying, a loud voice came from the door: "who dares to speak out and destroy Maoshan Taoism?"

However, in a flash of Kung Fu, 78 or 80 Taoist priests in Taoist robes swarmed into the back hall. All of them were swordsmen, old and young, and they looked fierce.

It is just that in ye Xiuluo's opinion, these guys are no doubt as powerless as the native chicken and wooden dog.

At the moment, tiancang Taoist priest is also a peach wood sword in front of his chest, a posture of vowing to defend Maoshan mountain.

"Listen to the orders of the Maoshan disciples and form a sword array!"

At the command of Taoist tiancang, dozens of Maoshan disciples gathered in order to form a sword array.

And to this, ye Xiuluo just hum a way: "a group of do not know so-called rubbish!"

When dozens of long swords attacked Ye Shura together, he did not dodge, but waved his fingers. Dozens of long swords were immediately frozen in the air, and then fell down one after another, like scrap iron.

Then, ye Xiuluo spits out purple lotus flowers, where the fire shines, it instantly gives off a gust of bloody stench.

When the purple light flashed by, we can see that the hall of Maoshan is full of corpses, dozens of corpses lying in disorder.

Tiancang Taoist looked at such a terrible scene, both heartache and fear, his fingers began to tremble slightly, and his old forehead was full of cold sweat.

At this time, the group of Maoshan disciples outside the main hall of Maoshan forced their successors to charge inside the hall. But this group of Maoshan disciples is like a feimayer shaking a tree, and they will die as many as they rush in.

At the moment, tiancang Taoist priest's eyes were red, and he roared at Ye Shura crazily: "good devil, you killed many disciples of Maoshan mountain. I swear not to work with you!"

Speak, tiancang Taoist a horizontal sword.

Ye Xiuluo thought that the leader of Maoshan sect was so brave and desperate that he wanted to avenge his disciples. But I didn't expect that the old Taoist who was greedy for life and afraid of death was just making a show.

Peach wood sword cross chest, tiancang Taoist actually used a Tu Dun, ready to escape.

This makes ye Xiuluo a little sad and laughing.

Ye Xiuluo turned around and sat down. The lotus platform suddenly smashed down on the floor of the hall: "ha ha, I thought that how could you, an old Taoist, want to sacrifice yourself for your life? I didn't expect that you would still want to go at this time? How can it be so easy... "

Hearing only a loud bang, the bluestone bricks in the hall were fragmented. The Taoist tiancang, who had wanted to escape with the help of the earth, burst out of the ground by this huge force.

The whole man was flying in the air, and Taoist tiancang was no longer able to fight back. Ye Xiuluo was not polite again. He waved his hand and inserted his finger straight into his forehead, and the blood ran over his cheek in an instant. The white brain thinly flowed down, which called a miserable sight.

A generation of leader of Maoshan and leader of daozong was killed on the spot, which is also very sad.When the Taoist tiancang died, the Maoshan sect naturally fell apart. Those Maoshan disciples who had wanted to rush into the hall had already died and were scared to death.

For a time, the group of Maoshan disciples became beasts and birds and began to flee in all directions.

"No, the real master is back to heaven"

"the master is back to heaven!"

As soon as the bad news spread ten, ten spread a hundred, and those who did not stop spread in the gate of Maoshan.

However, ye Xiuluo didn't seem to want to let go of these Maoshan disciples. He just sneered and flew out on the lotus platform.

In the middle of the whole gate of Maoshan mountain, purple blood rain began to fall in the sky. The blood rain fell on the ground and exploded into gorgeous flowers. No one was spared up and down the Maoshan mountain, and they were all buried in the sea of fire.

The Taoist orthodoxy accumulated for thousands of years just disappeared. Even the back hall of Maoshan mountain began to collapse. The smoke was rolling. It was not terrible.

"Burn, burn, Maoshan, ha ha ha, ha ha!"

Ye Xiuluo's voice is so terrible that it covers the whole sky of Maoshan school.

However, when ye Xiuluo destroyed the whole Maoshan mountain with a sense of revenge, the towering bronze statue of the old king suddenly opened his eyes in the back hall of Maoshan mountain, and burst out a strange light, which was directed at ye Xiuluo in the sky.

Ye Xiuluo was startled and reached out to block. Listen to a bang, ye Xiuluo whole arm was blown into pieces of flesh and blood, his body is also tilted down, rolling in the dust.

"Miracles, are there miracles in the world? It's impossible. It's impossible. " Endure the pain, ye Xiuluo quickly stood up from the ground, for just that terrible power is more palpitating.

Holding his eyes, ye Xiuluo did not dare to get closer to the back hall, but squinted at the ruins of Maoshan Taoism. At the moment, Maoshan can be described as extremely miserable.

The buildings collapsed and there were dead bodies everywhere. It seemed that no one was alive here.

But soon, ye Xiuluo's smile became gloomy and said coldly: "there is still a fish who has missed the net, not bad, not bad. It's a great skill to pretend to be dead! "

While talking to himself, ye Xiuluo a flash to come to a piece of ruins, stretch out his hand to catch a white haired Taoist.

The Taoist priest wanted to pretend to be dead, but in that terrible momentum, he could only tremble and beg for mercy: "don't kill me, don't kill me, please don't kill me..."

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