"You're too noisy."
Accompanied by the indifferent words, a breath of courage that seemed to support the world suddenly emanated. It did not explode or rise, but simply spread quietly, but everything in its path collapsed, even The canopy displayed by the young man also disintegrated silently when it came into contact with the heroic breath, which in turn affected the young man's soul.
His body staggered, and the young man took a few steps back with miserable eyes and fear. But when the sky came into contact with that heroic breath, his soul actually began to crack, as if he couldn't bear the touch of that breath at all.
After trying his best to endure it for a long time, the young man still couldn't suppress the blood welling up in his throat. He bent down and spit out a mouthful of extremely foul-smelling blood. His originally pale skin looked even paler now, and the vascular tissue under the skin could still be faintly seen.
"I am the Prince of Yama!"
Gritting his teeth, the young man tried his best to maintain his dignity as a strong man.
If Li Er, Yu Lewei and others were here now, they would definitely be shocked by this scene, because that young man is none other than the fifth-ranked [Prince] Ling Ming. A few years ago, the heroes threatened the Yin Yang Sect and forced Yu Lewei to One of the masterminds behind Shi Chi Shang who promised not to see him again.
Although he wanted to maintain his dignity, in the face of the increasingly powerful pressure from Master He Bai, Ling Ming only persisted for a few seconds before he couldn't help but roared: "If you dare to kill me, I will kill your entire family if you dare to kill me." !”
"Kill my whole family?" He Baishao's purple hair was fluttering, and surrounded by a breath of courage, his whole body was swept away by decadence and showed his majesty. When he heard Ling Ming's threat, he seemed to be smiling, "I'm sorry, my whole family has been there for a long time." All died more than a thousand years ago.”
Seeing that Young Master He Bai was already murderous, Ling Ming did not dare to take any chances. While roaring almost madly, he used all his ghost power and at the same time sacrificed the secret ghost fire of Yama and a red flame full of Yang energy. , the two flames, one yin and one yang, merged into one in Ling Ming's hands, turning into a yin and yang dragon that rose into the sky, and forced its way out through the field formed by the Burial Sky Curtain.
Faced with such a powerful blow, He Baishao just smiled lightly and did not see him move. He just watched the yin and yang dragon suddenly approach, and then crashed into him, disintegrating into countless broken flames, like dense meteors. Fire rain fell all around.
Seeing that his strongest move didn't even ignite the opponent's clothes, Ling Ming's heart was filled with despair. It was no longer the despair of facing an opponent that he couldn't resist, but the despair of lower creatures facing higher-level creatures. instinctive fear.
"This flame... is the Candle Dragon's Breath?" Young Master He Bai reached out and grabbed a wisp of broken flames, looked at it for a few times, and said with a smile, "Very good, I finally got to meet my old friend, but I couldn't think of what to give as a meeting gift. Thank you very much."
Feeling the sudden sharp and bone-chilling murderous intent on the other side, Ling Ming's pupils suddenly shrank, and his facial features were distorted by extreme fear. But at this time, he could not do anything to deal with it. He could only watch the muscular figure floating closer. Pointing out lightly.
Silently, Ling Ming's body cracked bit by bit, and then shattered into pieces of flesh that flew everywhere. The majestic ghost power in the soul palace also turned into ghost mist and flowed out in all directions. Only a little bit of red flame was covered by it. A force gathered and condensed into a fire, which floated into the hands of Master He Bai.
Looking at the fire, Young Master He Bai nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly smiled: "Long time no see."
"It's one thousand three hundred and ninety-six years."
A slightly surprised, bitter, and worried voice sounded quietly. A middle-aged and elderly Taoist priest with gray hair on his temples and a lotus crown appeared out of thin air a few meters behind Young Master He Bai. He stared at this man who seemed to be only in his twenties with complicated eyes. young people.
After putting away the fire, Master He Bai turned around and looked at it, and said with a smile: "You remember it clearly."
The Taoist looked to be in his fifties or sixties, with a plump body, a plump round face, and both eyes squeezed into a line by the fat. At this time, he smiled faintly and bowed: "How can I not be clear?"
Young Master He Bai smiled and nodded disapprovingly: "After seeing each other again for more than a thousand years, I would like to congratulate Brother Shen on being crowned the leader of the Dunjia Sect."
"Are you joking, Your Majesty?" the Taoist sighed, "You and I were peers back then. More than a thousand years later, even though I was the master of Dunjia Sect, I could only watch the sky from the bottom of a mortal well in the human world, but Your Majesty was proud of the immortal world and the Martial Lord. His reputation spreads throughout the seven realms and six regions, and no one will respect him."
"Is it just three points?" He Baishao laughed dumbly, "Then I still failed a little!"
The Taoist was startled and said: "Your Majesty's temperament has changed a lot."
"Although only a thousand years have passed in the human world, tens of thousands of years have passed in the fairy world. After such a long time, your temperament will always change," Young Master He Bai said with a smile on his lips, "It's just that I didn't expect that you would actually come. Here, except for the beast tide that year, I’m afraid there is no grudge between Jian Hai and your Dunjia Sect, right?”
"It's fine if others say such things. Why does the prince need to say such false words?" The Taoist sighed, and his expression became serious, "What kind of person is Jian Hai? He is the reincarnation of the God of Punishment, the successor of the God of Death, possesses martial arts, ghost Once the two great heritages of Tao are resurrected, no less than a hundred thousand ferocious beasts in this underground palace will definitely come out to cause harm to our country."
"At that time, all living beings will be devastated. Even if they can be wiped out, the vitality of our country's cultivation community will inevitably be severely damaged. Nowadays, all forces are watching from outside, fearing that the Eight Kingdoms' invasion of China will happen again."
Young Master He Bai smiled and listened to the Taoist's impassioned speech without saying a word. However, from a dark corner nearby, an old and powerful voice suddenly sounded, shaking the valley.
"Well said! I didn't expect you, Old Shen, to be a coward for so many years, but today you finally got tough!"
The sound was like thunder, shaking the whole world. The last word came out, and the first word was still echoing. It lasted for several seconds before the heroic voice slowly dissipated.
Hearing the man's words, the Taoist body trembled, his expression became more bitter, but he did not give in. Instead, he turned his head following the sound and watched an old man with white beard and hair walking out of the void. This man Although he looks like a hundred years old, he is unparalleledly handsome, with sword-shaped eyebrows and dragon eyes, a majestic appearance, a beard as long as a halberd, a majestic body, and a green robe that flutters in the wind. He does not look like an immortal, but like a martial saint.
Young Master He Bai stared at the man and suddenly looked at Taoist Shen with a smile: "His cultivation level is higher than yours!"
The Taoist looked helpless and sighed: "We didn't know each other very well back then, so it's really not good for me to be so crowded."
The latest old man who appeared gave him a sideways glance when he heard this, looked at Young Master He Bai with a cold snort, nodded and said, "We haven't seen each other for many years, but the Emperor Wu's demeanor remains the same."
Treating this old man, He Baishao showed a bit of dignity, cupped his fists and said, "My disciple and grandson were taken care of back then. I will remember this kindness."
The old man snorted coldly and said coldly: "I don't dare to take it seriously. Long has never forgotten the grudges of the past. It's just that the foundation of Longhu Mountain for more than a thousand years is weak. Long can only be trapped in the human world, but one day, he will definitely ascend to the fairy world. Discuss grudges with your noble poisonous master."
Although the old man surnamed Long spoke harshly, Young Master He Bai actually smiled more and more happily, showing no sign of anger.
The Taoist's face became more bitter, and he rolled up his sleeves without saying a word, while the old man's expression became more serious, with fighting intent hidden in his eyes.
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The reason why Shi Chishang left suddenly was because he relied on the Styx Contract to find that Zhan Wuchang's aura not far away suddenly weakened and seemed to be in danger.
The reason why he came to the valley where Xu Chun, Song Ding and others were was because he had sensed all the way through the contract. He originally wanted to argue with Xu Chun and Song Ding, but when he realized that Zhang Wuchang was in a bad situation, He didn't bother to chatter here, so he immediately rushed to Zhan Wuchang's place.
At this moment, he was so anxious about the situation that Zong Wu Chang was in, that Shi Chi Shang couldn't care less about sneaking and hiding. Yin Yang flapped his wings and flew quickly, with the Frost-breaking Sword hovering in front of him. All the hidden weapons he encountered along the way were destroyed by his sword. .
In just twenty seconds, Shi Chishang had already passed through several tunnels and broke into another palace.
At this time, there were dozens of cultivators in the palace, including those with supernatural powers, Taoists, warriors, and more than a dozen vicious beasts covered in wounds. In the center of the crowd, two girls, Zhan Wuchang and Chen Yixia, stood together. The former evolved into a black and white Taoist bell hanging above his head, while the latter's six daggers were unsheathed and intertwined into a net, desperately blocking the siege of more than a dozen Taoist monks around him.
"You are seeking death!"
From a distance, he saw a bone-deep sword mark on Zheng Wu Chang's chest, which seemed to have completely penetrated her whole body. Shi Chi Shang couldn't help but his starry eyes turned red, his violent thoughts ignited like flames, and his soul thoughts surged across the world in an instant. It was deep and silent, like the abyss of the River Styx, which had submerged the huge palace in the blink of an eye.
"It's Shi Chi Shang!"
He broke in with such momentum that he naturally attracted everyone's attention. One of the Maoshan disciples recognized him and exclaimed in surprise, causing the crowd to burst into uproar again.
"Shi Chi Shang?"
Behind the crowd besieging the two women, a young man with a strong build turned his head and noticed the kendo soul that looked down upon the world. His face was slightly moved, and then he stopped his shock and revealed a bit of a sneer: "How dare you, Shuzi?" furious?"
Shi Chishang didn't notice the man's presence. When he unfolded his soul thoughts, the Duan Shuang Sword hovering at the side had been wrapped in heavy soul power and penetrated straight through. The distance of more than a thousand meters in front seemed to disappear in an instant under his sword. , only the sword soul that suddenly shot up to the sky and the earth shined with its edge.
"Formation!"
The moment the Frost-Breaking Sword flew towards, a Qingcheng Mountain Taoist had already shouted fiercely and led more than ten Taoists to gather together. Their Taoist power surged, and they merged together out of thin air, forming a great formation shining with rays of light.
After all, Taoists are derived from cultivators, and they also master the method of forming formations. Although they are several points weaker than orthodox cultivators, at this moment, these dozen fusion stage people join forces to form a large formation that can still rival two to three weak ones. Expect.
But at the moment when the formation was formed, the raging rays of light that spewed out from it instantly disintegrated under the Dushuang Sword. As if they couldn't bear the overwhelming soul thoughts, they scattered in all directions, especially the dozen or so Taoists in the formation. The center of his eyebrows was in severe pain, and his Nascent Soul was hurt by the unparalleled sword spirit.
"Qu Daozi, please help me!"
Seeing that the large formation could not block the opponent's sword, the Qingcheng Mountain Taoist just couldn't help but feel horrified, and hurriedly asked for help from the majestic young man.
When Shi Chishang heard this, he glanced at the young man and gave him a warning look, then activated the Frost-breaking Sword and slashed towards the formation again.
boom! The sword as pure and flawless as glass fell from the air, and the whole formation buzzed with a huge earthquake. More than a dozen Taoists in the formation spurted out a mouthful of blood. Many people sat down on the ground with pale faces, but The sword soul has invaded the Zi Mansion, and it is difficult to maintain its fighting power.
