From the perspective of the current leader of the Boyu Gang, although the woman's words just sounded frivolous, it was not difficult to hear the meaning. What made the gang leader most angry was that everything the poster said was true.
In the Wuji period of the world, the first of the five extreme realms has already been broken. In more than ten years, the realm is already so high that ordinary people cannot fathom it. Even Nangong Mountain has a solid foundation and a back-up force, and it can also be assisted by the Five Scales Army. If you want to compete with the leader of the five great talents, you will be much weaker after all.
"It seems that this earth building owner is just passing by. He is not coming for you and me at all." Mr. Lu lowered his eyebrows and shook his head, sighing, "But if Nangong Mountain has been destroyed by others recently, for me, Yi Zhang, There is no doubt that the disadvantage is that we don’t know what His Majesty’s intentions are and how many countermeasures he has prepared for Nangong Mountain.”
The middle-aged man looked at the long-lasting sword mark on the long sky on the north side, and said in a lonely tone, "Mr. Lu, the one who went to Nangong Mountain this time is from the Five Realms. The saint around here is trying his best to help, so what? Can withstand the cultivators who have transcended the five realms. I think that the crazy five realms who came out of the Eastern Islands had to carry hundreds of thousands of mountain heavy armor and dozens of rounds of feather arrows to fight into the heavy infantry and fight to the death. Thousands of soldiers can only be controlled by a few people from all four realms working together, how majestic and majestic it is."
"Even if the Holy One is willing to help, after all, it is not war time, can he really spend a hundred thousand mountain armor?"
Mr. Lu sighed deeply.
One hundred thousand mountain armors, one armor and one hundred taels of gold, were around in the heyday of Yi Zhang. All the national power could be collected was just one hundred thousand heavy armors. Now, although the whole country of Yizhang has never been in decline, it still has to use the power of the whole country to fight against the five uniques. Resistance, not to mention the national treasury deficit, if the Five Jue still cannot be suppressed, in the future, Yizhang will not be able to get any benefits, whether in the practice world or among the Three Kingdoms of the West.
The middle-aged man sighed softly and said calmly, "Every family has difficulty reciting scriptures. I hope Nangong Mountain can rely on its deep foundation to survive the current storm. We, the Boyu Gang, are really at our wits' end this time."
At this moment, on Nangong Mountain, the old man looked at the silent scholar indifferently, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "How is it? Gongda deceives reason. Since reason has not convinced me, my gong has not been greater than me. Although he has only survived for more than ten years, , Nangong Mountain’s foundation is quite deep, but it’s still not enough for me. If I really have no other means, I will have to finish the banquet and beat up the master’s family.”
The scholar's face was pale, and the energy in his body was almost dry, but he still spoke calmly, "If you want to take action, then take action. The master is not in the mountain now, so the junior will naturally have to take care of Nangong Shan, so just let it go."
"Not in the mountain?" the old man said with a smile, pretending to be suspicious, "That's strange, the magic technique I just used was enough to move the trees, earth and rocks up and down the Nangong Mountain, stretching for hundreds of miles, but it was far behind. There is a gate on the mountain, but no matter how you try it, it cannot be controlled. It seems to be firmly nailed to the mountain behind. I wonder if your master is hiding in it? "
"It's useless to talk too much. We are not on the same journey, so there is no need to talk too much." The scholar did not respond, but closed his eyes on his own, pinched his fingers with both hands, and once again set up a majestic formation to cover the old man in front of him.
The clouds were undulating and the smoke was lingering. It was hard to distinguish the five fingers in the mountains, and the mist covered them tightly.
The old man is not that talkative. He probably spent a long time with pine trees, green bamboos, and rivers and wild apples, and has restrained all the temper and temperament he had when he was young. However, now that he is constantly fighting against others, it has been washed away. Most of the decayed spirits of the past were slowly opening up, and before the scholar could lay down the formation, he turned his sleeves and slapped him away, causing the entire formation to explode.
Liu Qing was bleeding from the mouth and nose, and her white clothes were dotted with plum blossoms. She still forced herself to raise two more formations to resist the old man who was close at hand. The old woodcutter on the side also raised his hatchet and hatchet and pointed straight at the latter's face. After slashing away, only the black-robed Poison Lord moved slightly, raised his green flute and swayed slightly.
The boy behind the old man also wanted to make a move, but the light in front of him was as bright as stars, and he couldn't intervene for a while.
Two scholars from the fifth realm, and one scholar whose momentum rivaled that of the fourth realm, fought to the death with Shan Tao Rong, cutting off half of Nangong Mountain, and leveling all the low hills at the foot of the mountain.
But the old man's aura was like a violent wave that could never be calmed down. He relied on superb techniques to steadily suppress the three of them. The forest trees in the mountains soared up to the sky, blocking the woodcutter's sword and axe; the earth and rocks were raised to meet the Poison Master like the sound of a lock flute, and then they shook their hands again, beating Liu Qing back, almost smashing the earth and rocks along the way, and fell Go to the back mountain.
But Liu Qing withdrew her palm and ran away. She stopped on her toes a few steps away from the mountain behind, coughed out a mouthful of dim blood, and when she raised her head again, her back was still extremely straight.
There were no signs of broken joints all over the body.
In an instant, when the old man stopped his move, he saw the scholar's eyes light up.
Then he laughed.
"Breakthrough in the time of death battle? This life is indeed interesting."
However, the old man didn't pay attention. What the scholar saw at this time was not the vast sky and the vast earth in the four realms, but the vast expanse of the east.
From the time when the Five Scales Army came out at midnight, to Jianwang Mountain, a Qi-pregnant flying sword passed through the barrier, piercing the Nangong Mountain Mountain Protector Formation, destroying hundreds of heavenly objects, and finally to Shantaorong, breaking through Yin and Yang with his two palms. In the picture, the direction Liu Qing looked at the most was the east from beginning to end.
Thinking about your thoughts always pays off.
Shan Taorong knocked back the woodcutter with a palm, then pushed out several layers of rocks, overwhelming the Poison Master Flute Wave. Before he could make another move, he felt the strong wind behind him, and his heart aroused. He stepped back and turned around, and then struck out with another palm. , without caring about the appearance of the person who came with the object, he just smashed it.
The old man's palm is extremely heavy, and the earth, wood, and rocks all follow the command. The power of just one palm is enough to defeat the five ordinary realms. Moreover, after fighting for a long time, Shan Taorong is now using his palm to move, and he is getting more and more smooth, but such a fierce Yi Shi was restrained by something coming.
The extraterrestrial object is a wooden clam, its whole body is wrapped with a warm and moist light, and it is as long as two palms. Other than that, it is no different from an ordinary wooden handle, but it happens that such a wooden clam can be pressed Hold the palm of the old man's hand and keep him steady.
"Buddhist objects do seem to be unconventional, but they are just a series of magic weapons. If you want to compete with me, you will still be pebbles colliding."
Shan Taorong waved his hand again, only to see that the tens of thousands of layers of forest in the mountain were rising again, twisting and twisting, one after another, and all of them were locked towards the wooden clam in the air.
The vast Buddha's light comes out of it, and the Dharma cannot enter, and the filth cannot come close to the body. Light waves arise, and in an instant, the forest turns into powder, the long rocks are blown away by the wind, and the mountain waves are shaken back by hundreds of steps.
Although it was only a hundred steps away, there were thousands of gaps in the flat ground at the top of Nangong Mountain that the old man had to step on.
Great sound and sound.
