Chapter 343: The Destruction of the Hanging Mountain

How could the battle between the great human beings and the great saint of the demon clan be so easy to decide the outcome? Yun Sheng pounced on him and used all his strength. In an instant, there were gun shadows all over the sky, and the aura rushed to the sky.

However, Chen Shaobai is not a weak person, and after three moves, he was unscathed.

Seeing him as powerful as he was, Yun Sheng's monkey eyes became brighter and brighter. He actually forgot his previous agreement. He swung the spear into a wind and fire wheel without saying a word, and there was a tendency to not give up until he decided to win or lose.

The two of them were all exerting their strength, and the magical powers of both sides exchanged. They had already exchanged hundreds of hands in just ten breaths.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple, and seven-color lights blend into each other, forming a neon light that penetrates the suspended islands above the sky. Many Buddhist scriptures with flashing golden lights emerged, wanting to withstand such an attack, but under the impact of the unrivaled air waves, they can only turn into nothingness.

Boom rumble...

The hanging mountain that stood tall over Xihe Liuzhou for thousands of years finally fell.

"Um?"

Noting this, Chen Shaobai frowned slightly, turned his body backwards, and then he distanced himself from Yun Sheng and looked down at the sky from afar.

The mountains collapsed and the clouds shattered. Countless monks and pilgrims who had poor practice died of life. Only some Tantric monks with high levels of body refining were left to moan in pain in the ruins.

The wailing is everywhere, which makes people unbearable to look at it.

Chen Shaobai watched coldly, except for his fiancée and his friends, he ignored the lives of the rest.

"Even the demon clan, I, feel a bit of a murder, but you are so calm. You are really a cold and cold person..."

Yun Sheng in the distance took all his eyes and couldn't help but raise his furry mouth and tease him.

"Three moves have passed, it's time for you to leave."

Chen Shaobai shook his sleeves and said this coldly.

"Those great monks must have sweared to stop because of such a big mess. Although the Hanging Mountain does not need to be back then, it is not something that can be resisted by one person."

Yun Sheng, who was expelled, was not angry, but was surprised and looked at Chen Shaobai with a little surprise: "Dare you ask about your name?"

"Chen Shaobai."

It turned out that it was him, the monks were in trouble!

Yun Sheng looked at Chen Shaobai with a dumbfounded moment. Without saying a word, he walked away with his fists and rode his way through the clouds and mist, but in an instant, he disappeared between heaven and earth.

To this day, the name Chen Shaobai no longer needs any other modifications, and its existence itself is a deterrent force.

If it is more fearful than a great master, there are only great masters who are not afraid of death and crazy.

"Who is the monster who dares to destroy my Lingshan!"

Accompanied by the roar of the sky, a nine-foot-tall monk with muscles tore through the void and crossed in front of Chen Shaobai. This man was wearing a neon treasure robe, holding a clear drill dragon head staff, and a huge bald head. Thirty-six ring scars were arranged on the shining bald head. It was the extreme of Buddha, the host of the Hangkong Mountain, imprisoned the Tibetan essence of the Tibetan Xuan and friend Dian Ji who had half a teacher with Chen Shaobai!

At the same time, more than ten monks with domineering aura and fleshy black robe appeared behind him, and they were all perfectly complete in the tenth level of the Qi-tempering Secret Realm!

All over the world, this power is enough to form a huge wave, stirring the world and shock it.

"Shaobai Chen! It turns out that it is you, a little beast! You can't find any place to find it without any effort. If you stay in Dongsheng Shenzhou well, I can't do anything to you. Now you're just throwing yourself into the trap. Then I can't blame me!"

The monk Can Jing stared at Chen Shaobai, his pupils were full of scarlet, and he wanted to eat meat and sleep.

Chen Shaobai bounced his fingers and did not look at him. His divine thoughts gently swept between heaven and earth, confirming that his Dianji and Zangxuan were still safe, and then he turned his gaze back.

"One first stage of the second level of the God Transformation, and the thirteen peaks of pseudo-tempering gas, it seems that the Hanging Mountain is really declining."

A cruel curve was outlined at the corner of his mouth. Chen Shaobai hooked his hand and a purple gold gourd appeared in his hand.

He pulled out the bottle plug and lightly chair, and a faint fragrance of wine instantly rendered half of Xi and Liuzhou.

When he smelled this breath, the face of the saccao who was about to make a few harsh words turned sober, he felt his scalp numb, his whole body was cold, and his blood and bone marrow seemed to be slightly frozen.

Thousands of years of practice and experience have made him make the most correct choice.

Abandon your teammates, run for life and ask for help.

"Wu Ming! Take action quickly, you and I can join forces to kill this agent!"

The secret technique was used to block the way for thirteen monks in black robe. They roared out these words while hiding their essence while running wildly.

Hearing this, Chen Shaobai was slightly stunned. His movements stopped for a moment, but they connected between lightning and flint.

"The Elder of Jueqing Cliff, the ultimate combat power, exists for thousands of years... Wuming."

"Sometimes, people still have to rely on themselves. Now they are too late to call for help!"

"Dixin God!"

With Chen Shaobai's low voice, a heaven and earth Dharma image emerged from nowhere. It drank a fine wine and pierced the wine pot. Its movements were done in one go without any stagnation.

The colorless and odorless magic spell merged Chen Shaobai's entire mana and spiritual will, turning into fog to penetrate the void, directly shaking the stored essence into pieces, and even the soul never escaped.

The transparent sky river, which is thousands of feet long, was instantly dyed into scarlet red. It covers the sky and makes the sunlight turn into a bloody color. At this moment, the scenery is still sung by creatures in Xihe Liuzhou tens of millions of years later, and is called "Blood Sun".

The death of the spirit-hiding body also means the destruction of the combat power of the peak of the Hanging Mountain. As long as the "Smart Staff" and "Zangxuan" masters are rescued, all the resources and forces of the Hanging Mountain in Xi and Liuzhou will be swallowed and digested by the Qingxuan Sect.

But before that, Chen Shaobai still has some things to solve.

"If you don't leave now, when will you stay? Wuming, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Chen Shaobai waved his hand and the overwhelming river of blood was sank into the world of real name along the middle dantian. The monk Zangjing's thousands of years of practice and accumulation have all become his belongings. If he can be digested and absorbed in the future, he will definitely make great progress and his cultivation will be even better.

Swish!

As soon as he finished speaking, a thin figure appeared behind Chen Shaobai. He fell with one hand and looked at Yaori, as if he didn't take everything seriously.

Looking at the man's back, Chen Shaobai felt a throbbing in his heart and felt endless familiarity, but he remained silent and did not speak.

After a while, Wuming slowly turned around. His face changed unpredictably, changing constantly, either like a weak scholar, a majestic general, a childish boy, or a dead old man. His body alone actually contains wisdom and experience for generations.

Hundreds of faces flashed in Chen Shaobai's pupils, and finally frozen on the face of a middle-aged man.

His face is like a jade, his sword eyebrows, starry eyes, and his lips are like grease. If it weren't for the fact that he had a beard on his chin, he would be 70% similar to Chen Shaobai.

"It turned out to be you..."

Chen Shaobai lowered his head, his teeth tightly clasped, and his biting sound, as if he was in a big psychological struggle. After several breaths, he let out three words coldly.

"Li!qing! It's!"

Hearing these three words, Wuming turned around and stared at Chen Shaobai for a while before a smile appeared on his face.

"So it's my kind, no wonder, no wonder..."

"Shut up! I don't have a father, I only have a mother!"

Chen Shaobai's pupils were slightly red. When he was a child, his mother died of a strange disease and his father disappeared mysteriously. Combined with Li Qing's identity and martial arts, all clues became clear in front of him.

The cliff is heartless and heartless, the Supreme Being Forgets, and wants to kill the loved ones when the love is strongest, so...

"Chen Shaobai? It seems that there is a little impression on you, is your mother named Qingshuang? Is the seven-day love-lost Gu that I gave her or the life-death Gu? I have died for too long, and I don't remember much..."

"Shut up! You are not allowed to mention her name!"

Li Qingzhi's words were interrupted by Chen Shaobai's deep voice. There was no warmth in this sentence to see his relatives, only endless indifference and murderous intent.

"Do you want to kill me?"

A sarcastic look appeared on the corner of Li Qingzhi's mouth, and he looked at Chen Shaobai jokingly: "Although the move just now is powerful, it also exhausts your strength. Before digestion, the thousand-year Taoist practice of storing essence will not only not bring you benefits, but will become a burden. Are you sure you want to kill me in this state?"

"I have done a lot of things in this century of reincarnation..."

Li Qingzhi said to himself, but his face gradually became solemn and he no longer provoked with words.

Chen Shaobai's face was cold and calm, and his breath was calm. His performance was really not like what a desperate person should have.

A plump and smooth elixir with golden light flashing appeared.

"This is a good thing, called Linghu Xiandan."

Seeing Chen Shaobai swallowing the pill into his stomach, Wuming felt endless chills in his heart. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly votes.
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