"You two are hugging each other in broad daylight. How can you behave like this?"
"Could it be that you feel that death is imminent, so you want to have a taste of it?"
The leader of the human altar sneered, but he had no intention of giving Yang Dong any chance.
I saw his palm falling, carrying almost endless power of luck.
However, at the moment when his palm was about to fall, Yang Dong's eyes suddenly widened. At the same time, the meridians in his body seemed to have completely recovered at this moment!
Even the pink zhenqi in his body reappeared just like whether it was extremely peaceful.
And its scale is far greater than what Yang Dong had mastered before.
Yang Dong closed his eyes slightly, and his whole person seemed to have entered a mysterious and mysterious state.
He was just fighting back instinctively, but this kind of counterattack felt so powerful.
Suddenly, the leader of the human altar discovered that the opponent's strength was actually on par with his own.
At this moment, the steps under Yang Dong's feet suddenly changed again.
At the same time, his speed was also several points faster.
Yang Dong's punch was like thunder, carrying a huge force, and he actually took the initiative to attack the leader of the human altar.
The leader of the human altar snorted coldly, but mobilized all his strength.
At this moment, he was extremely horrified.
What's going on with this kid Yang Dong?
Even though he had seriously injured him, why could he stand up and fight with him again?
Not only that, why is his strength getting stronger and stronger now?
The leader of the Human Altar was doubtful, but reason told him that Yang Dong was at the end of his strength at this moment.
As long as he persists for a little longer, Yang Dong will be defeated.
In this way, the two sides went back and forth, and more than thirty moves passed.
Sure enough, everything was as expected by the leader of the human altar, Yang Dong's offensive was gradually weakening.
At the same time, his breath began to become disordered.
"Humph, I thought you had some abilities, but it turns out you just used some external force."
"That's it for now, I don't want to miss the moment!"
As the leader of the human altar said, his figure suddenly stopped in place.
At the same time, the power of luck in his body began to surge and roll. The difference was that the power of luck, which was like boiling water, turned faintly black at this moment, resembling the black mist that had just poured into his body. .
Facing this black power of luck, even Yang Dong, who relied on instinct to fight, couldn't help but stop.
He stared at the leader of the human altar with a slight fear, and suddenly a roar similar to that of a wild beast came from his throat.
Just when he was about to continue the attack, suddenly a light sound came from the air.
"I didn't expect Boss Jia's little blue pill to be so potent."
"If I had known this, I should have asked him for a sack. When the time comes, I wonder if that bitch Cuihua still dares to speak loudly to me!"
While he was talking, a barefoot beggar covered in rags and unshaven beard appeared in front of Yang Dong.
He hit Yang Dong on the back of the neck with his knife, and Yang Dong fell to the ground.
The beggar clapped his hands indifferently and said to himself:
"I finally accepted a disciple, but I was injured like this by a loser."
"Little waste, do you know what the consequences will be if you touch my apprentice?"
As soon as these words came out, the leader of the human altar, who was holding back his big move, looked slightly startled.
He looked at the beggar deeply, and then a flash of disdain flashed in his eyes.
"A mere mortal dares to shout in front of this altar leader. It seems that you have had enough."
"That's all, it's better to choose the day than to hit the sun. Since you are here as the master, you and your apprentice will return to the west together today!"
While he was talking, a strong wind blew around the altar leader. The thick black air was billowing like dark clouds before a thunderstorm.
"Hmph, let's get rid of all these bells and whistles."
The beggar curled his lips in disdain, glanced at Wan Yanyue who was hugging Yang Dong tightly and said:
"Little girl, take good care of this kid, do you understand?"
Although Wan Yanyue was not sure of the beggar's identity, judging from what he meant, it was clear that he was from his group.
But... can he really defeat the murderous god-like master of the human altar?
This beggar was none other than Hong Laoliu, whom Yang Dong had never found in Qunfang Tower.
But why Hong Laoliu appeared here is unknown.
Hong Laoliu glanced at the leader of the human altar not far away, and his eyes lost interest.
He just raised his wrist and a strong wind blew by!
The next moment, the leader of the human altar lost most of his strength, and the condensed black energy was easily blown away by the strong wind.
"It's quite boring to say that you little followers of the sect are quite boring."
"Looking at your cultivation, you have also entered the innate realm. Why did you become more and more miserable as a person, and joined the sect?"
"Don't you know that the cultivation techniques practiced by the Wei Cult are harmful to the laws of heaven and are not tolerated by the laws of heaven?"
As soon as these words came out, the face of the leader of the human altar immediately changed.
He turned from offense to defense, staring at the beggar-like man in front of him warily and said;
"Why is it forbidden by heaven? Don't you know the great God Luo Sheng?"
"There are also God-like beings in our sect. Do you think..."
"Luo Sheng?"
A strange look appeared on Hong Laoliu's cheek.
He stared at the leader of the human altar as if he were watching a joke.
"That thing Luo Sheng is actually called a great god now? He is just a dog raised by your leader, but you still believe in him!"
As soon as these words came out, not only the face of the leader of the Human Altar changed, but also the expressions of some of the Hidden Cult members who huddled up and hid in the caves also changed drastically.
They subconsciously looked in the direction of the shrine, but saw that the wooden sculpture of God Luo Sheng on the shrine was motionless!
It’s strange, can’t Master Luo Sheng hear our prayers? Why is he not moving at this moment?
Is it possible that the great god Luo Sheng was blocked because of the grand ceremony?
No matter what, if he dares to insult our great master Luo Sheng, he will definitely not let this old beggar have a good harvest!
Several members of the Guild Cult looked at each other and saw a hint of determination in each other's eyes.
So they immediately picked up the wooden sculpture and rushed towards Hong Laoliu.
As they ran, they shouted:
"Old man, our great master Luo Sheng is here, how can you say something casually?"
At the same time, in a certain magnificent palace.
A middle-aged man in luxurious clothes was leaning on a soft couch, closing his eyes and concentrating.
But around his neck, someone didn't know who tied a chain.
He yawned happily and murmured to himself:
"Calculating, a portion of Qi should be delivered today. Why hasn't it been delivered yet?"
