The Legend of Immortal Court

Chapter 744 Stand up!The Taoist temple collapsed!
Xinghong Town is empty.

It is not ordinary people who appear here now.

Here, there are masters who have cultivated into yin gods, and there are real people who have cultivated into yang gods.

Gathered here, overwhelming all directions.

Following the order of the head of the Xuantian Department.

Seeing that all parties showed their abilities, they bombarded the Taoist temple.

The light is gorgeous!

Muffled explosion!

Among the countless lights, smoke and dust suddenly rose up!

Half of this Taoist temple collapsed immediately!

But there was still half of it, crumbling, but not broken.

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"Damn it, why is it so unreasonable!"

The Zhongguan was cursing angrily, and suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, his breath was weak.

In his left hand, he holds a dust whisk, and the dust threads are like cobwebs, spreading in all directions, stretching away, connecting all parts of the Taoist temple.

The old monk of Nanshan Temple is on his right, with golden Buddha light blooming all over his body. He chanted the Zen sound and held an alms bowl in his hand, and the alms bowl radiated light and scattered everywhere in the Taoist temple.

These magical treasures originally fell into the hands of Su Shenjun, but now that the enemy is at hand, Su Shenjun also returned these treasures used to fight against the enemy to their original owners.

However, even if the Taoist priests and monks are all advanced in Taoism, and the treasures they use are among the ranks of magic weapons, they are of the highest rank, but they cannot withstand the bombardment of the Xuantian Department.

The dust threads connecting all parts of the Taoist temple broke and crackled one after another. This whisk, which can be called a superior magic weapon, suddenly dimmed to the extreme, and countless cracks burst out of the handle, which was already half useless.

The light of the alms bowl in the old monk's hand suddenly disappeared, and it fell apart in an instant.

Zhongguanzheng's breath was sluggish, and his breathing was weak.

The old monk's golden glow was much lower, and his body like glass gradually burst into cracks, spreading to his face.

In an instant, the old monk was like porcelain about to break.

This monk did not expect that the Xuantian Department's attack would be so fierce and difficult, completely unreasonable, not paying attention to morality, and directly attacking in groups.

"Su Shenjun..."

Taoist Yunji knelt down on the ground, coughed, and coughed up blood.

Not far in front of him, the little Taoist priest of Sitianjian was lying on the ground, breathing weakly, but he barely died.

The three brothers Zong Ping were already lying on the same place, their breathing was also cut off, their life force was so weak that even the traces of clouds could barely be detected, in reality they were no different from death.

"If Su Shenjun doesn't make a move, we will really die here."

The Zhongguan was taking out the dharma sword, clenching his teeth tightly, his breath was sluggish, but he still had strength to spare.

But before the Xuantian Clan attacked in groups, the power was too frightening.

If the Xuantian Department's formation were to attack again, the Taoist temple would inevitably be turned into ruins.

As for the people inside, except for Su Shenjun, no one will be spared, including his middle official, they will also be in danger of falling.

The old monk was full of golden light, but his skin was full of cracks. He clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name.

Monk Mingding's face was pale, he could barely move, but he almost lost his strength.

Just now Xuantian Department took all the shots, most of them were resisted by Zhongguanzheng and the old monk, only then Yunji and Mingding were saved from death, but there was still lingering power, resulting in serious injuries.

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Outside the Taoist temple.

The head of the Xuantian Division looked gloomy.

A mere Taoist temple can be easily erased even by a master.

Now everyone is making a move, even Daoist Yangshen, who moved mountains to fill the sea, is among them, but they can't destroy this ordinary Taoist temple.

Although there are old Taoists with Si Tianjian and old monks in Nanshan Temple who try their best to protect the Taoist temple, there are also Yangshen among those who make moves.

Such a huge formation is enough to flatten Xinghong Town, enough to destroy any mountain, and enough to blast a sect's mountain protection formation.

The Zhongguanzheng and the old monk in the Taoist temple alone cannot resist.

But the Taoist temple still did not collapse.

It can only prove that the practitioners of the eight divisions did not try their best.

Although it has developed so far, it has been considered extremely strong.

However, the loyalty of the cultivators of the Xuantian Department cannot be compared to the Taoists of the Sitianjian after all... The prestige of the Xuantian Department is not as good as that of the Sitianjian after all.

Practitioners from all walks of life are afraid of each other, and they don't want to show their abilities to the fullest, for fear of being spied on by others.

This is the biggest crisis of the Xuantian Department.

But this is also the time for him to establish his prestige as the leader of the Xuantian Division!
If he orders again, all the people will take action, even if there are hidden people among the eight cultivators, but the power of all the people will be enough to destroy the Taoist temple, and the old Taoists and old monks who have been seriously injured inside will be destroyed. , all perish.

But he doesn't have to.

His own shot is enough to destroy the Taoist temple!

Falling into the eyes of everyone, the Taoist temple that failed to be destroyed by all the practitioners of the Qi Xuantian Department was destroyed by the leader alone!
This is his greatest prestige in the Xuantian Department!

The gloomy complexion of the head of the Xuantian Department restrained a little, and gradually turned cold.

He soared up into the air and landed with a palm.

"break!"

The power of this palm is rolling, like a mountain falling from the sky.

The mighty momentum swept like a storm, mixed with smoke and dust, earth, rocks and wood, and exploded!
Under the power of this palm, the Taoist temple was completely shattered and destroyed.

The practitioners of the eight sects of Xuantian Division all felt the chilling force of this palm.

Especially many masters, who don't know the truth about it, only feel that the Taoist temple, which was not completely destroyed by everyone's attack before, is so vulnerable after the leader's attack.

"How many ambushes Si Tianjian has here today, my Xuantian Department will eat up as many ambushes as you have!"

The head of the Xuantian Department, with his hands behind his back, stood high in the sky, looked down at the dusty ruins below, and said coldly: "Zhongguanzheng, since you are willing to be the bait, I will eat you as the bait! It's just that you, Si Tianjian, have The bait, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch this big fish from my Xuantian Department..."

His voice is like a bell, spreading in all directions, inspiring people's hearts.

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The atmosphere in the arena was stagnant.

The Taoist temple is in ruins!

The power still remains, and the smoke and dust are billowing!
"Bait your uncle!"

A weak and old voice seemed to be yelling, but it was too weak and the voice was very low.

Although the voice is extremely low, it is very clear to the ears of many real people and masters here.

Everyone's expressions changed!

The head of the Xuantian Division stood high in the sky, looking down at the earth, his expression suddenly became extremely ugly.

He thought that with this palm, he would be able to destroy the Taoist temple and kill the people inside.

Unexpectedly, Zhongguanzheng, who was seriously injured, survived under his all-out attack.

The smoke gradually dissipated.

among the ruins.

Taoists and monks lay here and there, dying, and some had no breath at all.

There are two other people, their bodies and heads are separated, they are members of the Xuantian Department, and they are already dead.

But among the ruins, there was another person who looked like a young man with restrained aura.

The young man stood where he was, completely ignoring everyone around him, and also turned a blind eye to the head of the Xuantian Department above him. He just looked down at Zhongguanzheng, sighed, and complained: "It's agreed to last for three or five hours. Depressed..."

(End of this chapter)