Destiny Blessed Girl

After leaving the inn, several people went directly back to Lingtian Palace to discuss countermeasures with Changling.

When Changling learned that Bailong had appeared in Fangshi and kidnapped more than a dozen monks, he laughed angrily, "He's treating me like a persimmon."

When he learned that the white dragon was also a semi-holy cultivator, Changling knew that the old white dragon would definitely come to him.The old white dragon wanted to go one step further. It was useless for him to devour the little heavenly fairy Xiao Yuxian. Even if the golden fairy was useful, it could not make him directly promoted. There is a chance to break through and become a demon god in one fell swoop.

In the human world, there are only two half-sages, one is his Changling, and the other is Qingwu Immortal Venerable.

Qingwu Immortal Venerable has a saint elder brother, the old Bailong dare not provoke him easily, his Changling will become a soft persimmon.

Huh~
Just in time!

Changling stood up, and said to Gu Zhian and Chu Yuanyan, "According to the plan!"

Half an hour later, Changling left Lingtian Palace and went to Bishui Palace to attend the banquet.

Over the Yaohe River, which is more than a thousand miles away from the Bishui Palace, Changling, who was on his way, was suddenly blocked by a strange wind. Qi stabbed at Changling.

The ice spike stopped three inches away from Changling's body, and the strange wind didn't seem to be able to blow even a corner of his clothes. His eyes were exceptionally calm, he looked straight to the northwest corner, and said indifferently: "Since fellow Taoist is here, , why hide and hide!"

A figure slowly appeared in the northwest corner. It was a middle-aged man wearing a brocade tunic with simple dragon-shaped patterns embroidered with white thread on the collar and cuffs.

The middle-aged man was tall and tall, with handsome eyebrows, a sneer on the corner of his lips, and a pair of eyes that looked at people very sinisterly.

"As expected of a half saint!" The middle-aged man came slowly, and every time he raised his foot, a cloud would quickly gather in the air for him to step on.

As expected, the Dragon Clan is uniquely endowed with the ability to call wind and rain, and condense clouds to form roads.

Changling waved his hand, and the strange wind and ice thorns that raged in front of him disappeared.

The middle-aged man's eyes flickered slightly. He seemed to have underestimated this Changling Immortal. Although he was a newly promoted half-sage, his strength was not weak.

Of course, it cannot be compared with other dragons. He is the leader of all things in the world. Whether it is blood or strength, they are above all living beings and are incomparable.

"Why did Fellow Daoist block the deity's way?" Chang Ling asked with a slight frown.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, "You humans just love to put on a show, and you have to ask the truth about everything. If I want to stop it, I will stop it. What can you do?"

Changling's gaze was as deep as the deep sea, and the momentum around him changed suddenly. The oppressive feeling that truly belonged to the semi-holy was released from his body without reservation. This was the first time he let go of the power of the semi-holy without reservation.

The complexion of the middle-aged man changed slightly, and the pupils in his eyes changed into vertical pupils in an instant, with extremely sharp eyes.

After being exposed to the coercion suddenly released by the other party, he suddenly felt a sense of crisis in his heart, which was unprecedented.

I thought it was a soft persimmon, but I didn't expect it to be an iron plate!
However, he didn't have any intention of quitting. The stronger the opponent, the greater the benefits he would get after taking him down. This time, perhaps he could really get his wish.

Seemingly seeing what the middle-aged man was thinking, Changling snorted coldly, raised his hands flatly, and the power of the gods surged in his palms, with an overwhelming force towards the middle-aged man who was several meters away.

The middle-aged man looked dignified, raised his hand, and a pure white dragon scale appeared in his palm. He pressed the dragon scale to his chest, and the aura around him suddenly rose, and within a few breaths, the aura crushed Chang Ling.

The corner of the middle-aged man's lips twitched, revealing a sinister smile, "Today, I will let you see what is the strength of all things!"