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Chapter 192 The Taoist Goes Down the Mountain
Lord Lingyuan didn't know what Fang Zelin was going to do, so he just looked up.

The next moment, thousands of water swords began to merge together one by one.

At this time, the Xiaozhuan on the top also began to blend together.

More than 2000 Xiaozhuan are superimposed and fused together, and a single one may not be particularly powerful.

But after these small scripts are fused together, the power is constantly superimposed.

When Lord Lingyuan watched it at first, he didn't seem to see this scene in his eyes, but after a while.

After vaguely feeling that there was a great threat in it, he finally couldn't help but change his face.

But within a few breaths, a not-so-big water sword was suspended above his head.

It's just that a small seal containing a strong golden light inside has already turned into a thick color that is about to drip water at this moment.

The water sword wasn't very big, but the sense of oppression it brought to Shangjun Lingyuan made him instantly feel cold in his hands and feet.

"boom!"

A huge roar exploded suddenly.

In the clouds that were originally densely covered with clouds, it seemed that the sky had been blasted apart.

Through the thick dark clouds, one can only vaguely see lightning passing through the dark clouds, and from time to time, there are big fires burning violently.

Boil this dark cloud.

Or at the next moment, there will be huge waves rushing past in the sky.

Above this piece of cloud, it has become the place of the most intense fighting skills.

But a few hundred kilometers away from this place, there are several people looking up and looking this way.

These are a few veterans guarding the border in Dajin.

It has been 38 years since they came to guard this place.

Logically speaking, as early as more than ten years ago, other people should have come here to take turns with them.

But no one came for a long time, and some military pay was sent here at the beginning.

However, at the end of the day, the military pay was gone.

They are still guarding this place at this time, not daring to leave half a step without authorization.

And they didn't know at all that they were wearing Dajin armor, and they were the only ones still wearing it.

Today's Dajin is dead.

"Captain, what happened ahead? Why does that sky seem to be on fire?"

Standing on the city wall, a soldier swallowed and asked the captain.

This group of veterans are all old and frail at the moment, but on their dark faces and slightly dry and sunken cheeks, a pair of eyes are shining brightly.

There was no doubt about the usual level of drill of this group of soldiers.

"How do I know this? Quickly write down what happened here. I heard that the red star in the sky is the Yinghuo Star. Now that there is such a vision again, I am afraid that something big will happen."

The old captain squinted his eyes and looked ahead, then said something in a deep voice.

"So what if I write it down, send someone to send it out? How to send it out? Everyone in and out of the villages around Hanghe Road is dead, and the few scouts sent out before have not returned."

"This is recorded, and I can't send it back."

After the captain's words fell, he was immediately choked.

The captain was not angry when he heard this.

They are all people who are paid by the army, and they have already developed a deep friendship after eating together, so naturally they will not get angry because of such trivial matters.

"Even if you can't send it out, you have to record it. I will stay here and eat the military salary of Dajin, so I will do this."

Just as the captain's words fell, there was another muffled sound in the distance.

Everyone followed the sound, and the younger soldier on the side immediately exclaimed when he saw this.

"It's over, the sky is falling!"

Looking from here, one can see in the distance, countless boulders rolling down from the sky.

Some huge figures can be vaguely seen, and they also fell from the clouds together.

The figure that can be seen from here, I don't know how big the figure should be after getting close.

"Remember, in the winter of Tianyu's 23rd year, a hundred miles south of Ningxi Town, suddenly there was a big fire burning the sky, and the sky was overturned, and it seemed that an immortal fell."

The school lieutenant read it on the side, and motioned the little official to write it down.

The little official came back to his senses when he heard the words, and quickly took notes.

When I finished writing, when I looked up and continued to look, I saw another change in front of me.

"Hey, it seems that there are a lot fewer monks in Dajin, and they look like they have no successors."

In mid-air, both sides of the original fighting stopped at this moment, panting one after another, all of them looked a bit embarrassed.

On the side of the monster clan, several big monsters had their thighs cut off, and some wounds were cut directly to the chest, and the beating heart could be vaguely seen inside.

Even so, these big monsters are still alive and well, grinning in this direction.

The person who spoke was the Crow Demon King, wrapped in black mist, as if he was still eating something when he spoke.

When the other party threw the thing out, one could vaguely see some rags on it, and the color of the cloth was clearly the monk's clothes.

"The Black Demon King!"

Seeing the other party finally appear, Taoist Zhong gave a cold shout, holding a willow branch in his hand, staring at him.

While the willow branches were waving, there seemed to be thunder.

The Black Demon King has been hiding in the dark just now, and they are already on guard.

Naihe finally got hit.

The three fellow Taoists around him didn't notice for a while, when they were fighting with the Yaozu, they were swallowed by the other party.

Injured two monks.

Such cunning methods, after such a long time, this black demon king is still at his fingertips.

"It seems that after the last big week, all of you monks are no longer good enough. Up to now, there is no monk who can compare with that generation of monks."

The Black Demon King turned a blind eye to Daoist Zhong, and after inspecting these guys one by one, he sneered.

He had been hiding before, mainly because he was a little worried about whether there would be some powerful monk on Dajin's side.

But now it seems to be a little overwhelmed.

At a glance, there are less than a hundred disciples in Yuxu Mountain now. In the Great Zhou Dynasty, there were thousands of disciples in Yuxu Mountain.

There are only two disciples left in Biliu Mountain, and from the situation just now, he can also see that this disciple of Biliu Mountain is still a disciple of Yuxu Mountain.

Probably because the last monk of Biliu Mountain has already become a monk, and there is no new disciple to succeed him.

If this is the case, Biliu Mountain will be wiped out.

When thinking about the Great Zhou, the number of disciples in Biliu Mountain was as many as nearly a thousand!
In addition, there were several other sects of cultivating immortals. When these Taoist disciples went down the mountain, the number made him feel a little terrified when he recalled it.

But those are the times.

What kind of crooked melons and cracked dates are these Taoist disciples today?
At such an age, they don't even know how to control the wind, and the number is pitifully small.

As for these Qingyun and the like, they are regarded as successful Taoists, and their Taoism is not bad.

It's just that compared to that time, it's still somewhat worse.

Judging from this, it should be the time of the Great Zhou, when the Daoist disciples of the Great Jin were directly disabled, so that they have not recovered until now.

Thinking of this, the Wu Yao King couldn't help laughing.

He had been peeping secretly just now, and now he finally found out the strength of these immortal cultivators.

The Wu Yao King, who thinks he has the chance to win, is not happy in his heart.

(End of this chapter)