Pretending To Be a Holy Place, I Was Signed For a Thousand Years

Chapter 80: Pindao Zhuoguang Mountain Lingshu View [Yi Yao]

   Chapter 80 Pindao Zhuoguang Mountain Lingshu View [Yi Yao]

   "Daoist!" "Elder!"

   Yin Xue and Wu Ming shot at the same time, blocking Xiang Hansi.

Ding! clang-

  The long sword and the blade fought against Hansi respectively, but they were swayed back by the majestic power.

   Yin Xue and Wu Ming exclaimed: "Shaping Life!"

   However, Hansi also dissipated at this moment, it turned out to be just the true essence that the handsome man gathered at will.

   "Have some ability! You are qualified to know the name of this envoy, this envoy is An Lan of the Acacia Sect!"

   He said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

   Yin Xue's complexion changed: "The envoy of color, An Lan!"

  Wu Ming stood in front of him with a sword and reminded: "Elder Qing Hui, be careful, he is from the Demon Sect!"

   Zhang Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, and he was from the Hehuan Sect again.

   This Xiaohanshan Temple and the Hehuan Sect are really inseparable. If you say that there is nothing tricky between them, it is outrageous to say that outrageous is not biological, and outrageous does not believe it.

  An Lan licked his lips and said with a smile: "Haha, I didn't expect that there are still people who know this ambassador."

   There was a hint of pride in his expression.

   These turkeys can't get into their own eyes.

   He glanced at the crowd and said with a smile: "This envoy likes the appearance of blood flowing in a river the most. Later, this envoy will join you together and make an ugly word."

   He is not only ruthless, but also a little perverted in his heart.

  Old Zhangtou and the others changed their expressions, you can call us ugly, but humiliating us by being ugly is too much!

  Qingquan looked unhappy and asked, "Miss Yin Xue, what is a color-sensing ambassador?"

  An Lan's eyes froze: "This ambassador is not a thing!"

   After saying that, he was stunned.

   "Why are you courting death!"

   At this time, he couldn't change his mouth and said, "This ambassador is a thing", so he shot directly.

   A thread of real essence shot out instantly and went straight to Qingquan's eyebrows, he was going to kill this guy!

  Qingquan panicked in his heart, so he didn't care to call Senior Brother for help, he picked up the red gourd around his waist and blocked it in front of his forehead.

boom.

   True Yuan Hansi disappeared.

   The purple gold red gourd was unscathed.

  An Lan was stunned for a moment. This was his second shot, but he came back without success, which was a bit of a loss.

  It was the first time that I didn’t use all my strength, which is worth understanding. But now, this time, he has used so much force that he can't even break a gourd.

   "Is this a treasure?"

   His heart skipped a beat, and his eyes became hot.

   Bai Yao stood beside Qingquan and asked, "Master, are you okay, do you want me to beat him?"

  Qingquan waved his hand, wiped away the cold sweat from his temples, and said with a pretense of ease: "Don't make a fuss if something happens to the teacher. Just wait and see how the teacher will deal with him!"

  He straightened his back and looked at An Lan with dissatisfaction. His majesty as a teacher was inviolable.

  Zhang Ming also retracted the sleeve that was about to be waved.

  Yin Xue saw that they were all right, and said, "Daoist Qinghui, I heard that there are four peaks in the Hehuan sect, one of which is named Longyang Peak, and all men practice."

   "There are two messengers under the peak master who are aware of color and smell of incense. They are both powerful men in the realm of life shaping. No one dares to provoke Dongling County. This one is the messenger of color awareness!"

  She has done enough homework since she encountered the Hehuan Sect together with Guo Xiang when she was a child, so she can recognize the secret technique of combining strikes of King Anyang and the sensibility envoy in front of her at a glance.

   "So you are from Longyang Peak."

   Zhang Ming looked at An Lan, this person is so cruel and dangerous, like a poisonous snake in the dark, must not stay.

   Guo Xiang blinked and asked curiously, "Yin Xue, King Anyang, who was taken away by the Qing Hui Daoist, seems to be from Longyang Peak. Is there any relationship between them?"

   As soon as this sentence came out, An Lan's face turned cold.

   "So my brother was taken away by you! Say, where is King Anyang now!?"

   A terrifying aura erupted from his body, pressing the green jacket girl to "dengdengdeng" back.

  Yin Xue quickly supported Guo Xiang, and used the True Yuan of the Unity Realm to set up a barrier to block the opponent's momentum.

   "An Lan, this is not the Hehuan Sect! It's not Longyang Peak! It's not your turn to act recklessly!"

   She raised her eyebrows, showing a look of fighting to the death.

  However, after An Lan learned about his younger brother's situation, he lost his patience and sneered: "In a mere reunification, I dare to be presumptuous in front of this envoy."

   He stretched out his hand and patted it and pressed it towards Yin Xue.

  The barrier of true essence cracked every inch.

   Yin Xue's face turned pale, and she only felt that the majestic force was rushing like a wave, and she couldn't help but fall back.

   "It's so strong! It's not an ordinary life-shaping realm, at least it's a powerhouse on the seventh floor of the fate-shaping realm!"

  An Lan finally showed his power, turned his palms into claws, and pulled back in the air. Immediately, there was an invisible force that bound Yin Xue layer by layer and pulled him towards the heart of his claws.

   "Yin Xue! Don't!"

  Guo Xiang clung to her arm and didn't let go, but how could it be able to withstand the power of An Lan's palm.

   The two were dragged together towards the terrifying claws.

"Be careful!"

   Qingquan was the closest, and hurriedly waved his sleeves.

   Magical Powers - Universe in the Sleeve!

   Yin Xue and Guo Xiang immediately disappeared in place.

  An Lan's eyes froze for a moment: "Well? Where's the person?"

   However, the universe in Qingquan's sleeve is a castrated version, and Yin Xue, who is in a unified state, has exceeded his load.

   He had to flick to the right, and the figures of two people reappeared, landing in front of the senior brother.

   Zhang Ming stretched out his hand to support him: "Master An, my brother accidentally hit the heaven and turned into ashes. If you don't mind, Pindao can return his ashes to you."

   Guo Xiang and Yin Xue looked at the faces that were close at hand, and called out uneasy: "Qing Hui Daoist..."

   Zhang Ming shook his head, indicating that they should not worry.

  The reason why he didn't take action was because Bai Yao, who was at the peak of the life-shaping realm, was standing behind the two of them just now.

  With her here, An Lan can't handle the storm.

   "What? You said he's dead... King Anyang is dead? I knew that he wouldn't end well with Hui'an's bald donkey! Damn it, **** it! I'm going to kill you!"

   Hearing the news of King Anyang's death, An Lan was a little stunned, and a layer of gloom covered his golden eyes.

   Then, he looked at Zhang Ming, killing intent filled the air.

   With a flick of his figure, he arrived in front of Zhang Ming, and a magnificent city phantom appeared behind him. That is the manifestation of his destiny, which has the power to suppress all things.

  This time, he didn't hold back!

  The palm of the hand stands like a mountain, and it falls with the momentum of Wan Jun.

   Zhang Ming waved his sleeves, intending to suppress it.

   However, at this moment, a white silk that was transformed into a real essence appeared in front of him and wrapped around the palm.

   "Hmph, if you want to touch my uncle, have you asked me if you have!"

   Bai Yao, wearing a large Taoist robe, appeared in front of Zhang Ming and asked angrily.

   She flicked the white silk and pulled it towards An Lan.

   "Well? Fate Shaper!"

  An Lan's eyes changed. He didn't expect that there were such masters here. He couldn't help but withdraw his palm, manifesting the power of fate, and collided with Bai Ling.

boom-

   He staggered back three steps.

   "Fate is like a cocoon, the sun **** is hidden!"

  An Lan was shocked, "You turned out to be a powerhouse at the peak of the life-shaping realm! Impossible, who are you?"

  In the information of Xiaohanshan Temple, it did not say that such a powerful character is hidden in this team of traders.

   Such a strong person cannot be an unknown person!

  Bai Yao frowned coldly, but remembering the norms of being a person she learned in the past two days, she still said sternly: "What kind of person, my name is Yiyao, and I will learn from Lingshuguan!"

   She has a graceful figure, bright teeth and bright eyes, like a fairy who has fallen into the world, and the posture of this bow is obviously learned from the Taoist priest Qing Hui, and she has only learned three points.

   Zhang Ming whispered, "The left hand is on top."

  Bai Yao hurriedly changed his hand gesture and said again: "Pin Dao Zhuoguangshan Lingshu Temple, Yi Yao."

   (end of this chapter)

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