Evolution From the Willow Tree

"crazy!"

"This willow tree is crazy!"

The Holy Son of the True Dragon Palace clenched his fists and communicated with the people beside him: "Did he not think about the consequences? There are more than 15,000 monks in this temple, and how many Xianmen Dao Lineages are standing behind them? family heritage?

To bury so many monks, it is impossible to hide the sky and cross the sea. It only needs the deduction of the great supernatural power to consume life essence, and some killing pictures will be seen. "

"That's why he asked us to do it!" The Holy Maiden of Baihua Palace snorted and spit out angrily: "He knows that there is an extraordinary Taoism behind us, and there is a vast amount of luck shrouded in it. With this layer of protection, even if it is a great cause and effect, it will also bless us."

"Despicable!" The Holy Son of the True Dragon Palace was furious.

"...Let's not talk about the blessing of cause and effect for the time being." Dongfang Bai, who was dressed in white, full of gods and jade, like an exiled immortal, said with a heavy face: "Although we are all kings who have entered the Taoist realm, we also have the Dao Dharma in our hands. The device is in.

But even with all the energy, it is difficult to kill the more than 15,000 monks present. Among these people, there are more than a thousand monks who are at the same level as us, and there may be some people who have the same level as us. A high-level avenue of magic. "

Holy Son Jiuyou nodded and said, "If you don't do it, that's a dead end. The murderous aura of this willow tree is too heavy. Holy Son Daluo will kill him if he says it. In its eyes, we are no different from Holy Son Daluo."

The atmosphere was silent for a while.

The fall of the Son of Daluo still has a blow to several people.

"Master Willow."

The Holy Maiden Lianbu of Hundred Flowers Palace took a step lightly and said: "If you want us to kill all the monks present, you can also do it yourself. The mysterious yellow mother energy outside you can crush a mountain with a single strand. Killing all the monks in the temple is as easy as the palm of your hand and effortless."

Liu Ziyu sneered: "Are you questioning my order?"

"No." The Holy Maiden of the Hundred Flowers Palace shook her head and explained, "It's just that there are many monks in this hall. Even if the five of us add up, we won't be able to kill them all. It's better to kill the tree demon."

"Don't do this with me." Liu Ziyu was unmoved and scolded: "Following my will has nothing to do with whether you can accomplish this."

The girl frowned.

This tree demon is determined to kill him (her).

"Then let's do it!"

A pair of eyes are as deep as an abyss, and the holy son of Jiuyou, who is beating the symbol of the soul, is murderous, and his face is grim: "There are more than 15,000 cultivators present, from the Jindan realm to the Taoist realm, that Jindan realm, Nascent Soul realm. , The ones in the Cave Heaven Realm can be ignored, they are just shrimp soldiers and crab generals, we can destroy them with just a little hit.

The real trouble is the more than 1,000 monks at the Dao level. "

"Forget it! This holy son is also fighting!" The holy son of the Zhenlong Temple roared and let out a huge and ferocious fierceness.

Liu Ziyu's oppression made him suffocated with fire, and now he is about to vent it all.

...

"Not quite right."

"The Holy Maiden of the Hundred Flowers Palace, the Holy Son of the True Dragon Palace, and the Young Master of the Sword Palace, they seem to be having some kind of communication with that willow tree."

"Also, the Holy Son of the True Dragon Palace is full of killing intent, and the Holy Son of Jiuyou also has cold eyes. Why do I have a bad premonition?"

The monks outside the altar faintly had some disturbances.

brush! brush!

It's too late to say.

The five figures on the altar fell strongly in front of the crowd.

The Holy Son of the True Dragon Palace took the lead. Ten thousand dragons flew outside him, and the golden light under his feet was blazing. When he stepped out, the avenue appeared, and the sky collapsed.

The scale of the weather, compared to the average Taoist cultivator, I don't know how many times more ferocious and terrifying!

Boom boom boom!

The sky-swallowing storm swept out, and the illusory shadow of the real dragon flying and dancing in the middle was densely packed, shining like the sun!

Such an offensive fell into the crowd, and all of a sudden, there was a sound of wailing and screaming.

Under the blow of the Holy Son of the True Dragon Palace, at least hundreds of people lost their lives.

There were even a few monks at the Dao level, who were caught off guard and turned into ashes.

Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!

The sound of the sword chirping, angered Xiao Han!

The Young Master of the Sword Palace took action.

He is dressed in white clothes and beats snow, and his hair is crystal clear, standing upside down, like a sacred sword that is invincible and indestructible!

With the recovery of the cultivation base of the young master of the Sword Palace, which side of the vision world continued behind him, 9,999 divine lights of the Heavenly Sword erupted immediately.

puff!

puff!

In this round of attack, I don't know how many monks lost their lives.

"Did they bewitched by that willow tree to start killing like this?"

With the slaughter of the Holy Son of the True Dragon Palace and the Young Master of the Sword Palace, the remaining more than 10,000 monks also shouted back to their senses.

Those monks in the Jindan realm and the Nascent Soul realm sequence, looking at the audience, belong to the weakest level of monks. At this time, nine out of ten escaped to the direction outside the imperial palace.

Liu Ziyu's voice transmission: "Let them escape. No one can leave this imperial palace without my permission."

The Holy Maiden of Baihua Palace nodded slightly: "This is the best."

If those cultivators at the Jindan realm and the Nascent Soul realm level, unite, and compete with the more than a thousand great cultivators who entered the Dao realm, it can also cause some burdens.

"Saint Son of True Dragon Palace! Young Master of Sword Palace!"

"Are you two crazy!"

Someone yelled.

This person is dignified and handsome, as if he is an inheritance disciple of an ancient great sect, but his cultivation base is still shallow, which is one level worse than the arrogance of kings such as the Son of the Dragon Palace and the Young Master of the Sword Palace.

"Crazy? Hahaha! This saint is crazy!"

The Holy Son of the True Dragon Palace, who let go of the killing intent, roared like a human-shaped beast, and scolded: "If it were you, I'm afraid it would be even crazier than this Holy Son!"

The Young Master of the Sword Palace was bathed in the visionary world behind him, and with every gesture he moved the divine brilliance of the kendo.

He said, "It's useless to talk too much."

The Sword Palace inherits the way of swordsmanship and was created by the ancient swordsmen.

The vision of the swordsmanship of the young master of the sword hall is chilling and invincible. Under the light, all the figures in the hall tremble.

"...Are you really confounding your mind with that willow tree?"

The old man who spoke was about a few hundred years old and stood at the peak of the Dao Entry Realm.

His cultivation is the strongest in the game.

"This old thing is handed over to this holy son to suppress!"

The Holy Son of the True Dragon Palace pounced on him.

"The incident happened suddenly, and fellow Daoists still joined forces with me to suppress a few of them first!"

The old man greeted the Son of the True Dragon Palace.

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