Chapter 883 (1/2)

Tiancang Taoist's whole set of means, including flying sword and Bagua diagram, has been carefully prepared for decades. What we are afraid of is this kind of unexpected need. Although this means has not been used for decades, but once used, it will have unexpected effect.

It's just that Taoist tiancang has forgotten one thing, that is strength.

Although the magic weapons are powerful in the war, they are just displayed in the face of absolute strength. Even if it was made by Laojun himself, Taoist tiancang and Laojun are still not the same level.

Therefore, in recent years, all the thoughts of tiancang Taoist have been focused on the research and use of magic weapons, which is a wrong behavior in itself. It's not only a waste of time of self-cultivation, but also no eggs.

The mysterious purple flame is burning the eight diagrams which are regarded as the magic weapon of life-saving by tiancang Taoist.

Taoist tiancang couldn't stop retreating, and murmured to himself: ”Xiuluo snow lotus, purple fire lotus platform, impossible, how can this be...”

Although you don't want to believe the scene in front of you, the fact is the fact after all, and it's hard to escape even if you have great ability.

The purple lotus terrace burned the eight diagrams into fly ash. On the lotus platform, a black robe was on top of it. Ye Xiuluo sat there as if God would come down tomorrow.

”Hehe, tiancang old ghost, I didn't expect that you gave me a lot of surprise, but it seems that the surprise is not enough. What kind of skills do you have? I'll wait for you even if it's revealed today

In the face of Ye Xiuluo, who came out of the eight trigrams easily, the Taoist tiancang at the moment is completely out of his wits and has no means.

In addition to the horror, tiancang Taoist can only shout: ”come on, come on!”

After all, Maoshan sect is a Taoist sect, and its disciples are flourishing. Although it can't compare with the five peaks of Kunlun Mountain, there are not a thousand or hundreds of its disciples.

Seeing tiancang Taoist, he began to call for help, but ye Xiuluo did not move or shake, so he sat on the lotus platform and sneered.

”Hehe, tiancang old ghost, it seems that you don't have much means to send your disciples to death. Great, wonderful. I'll kill you today and kill you all over the Maoshan mountain! ”

Ye Xiuluo was just saying, a loud voice came from the door: ”who dares to speak out and destroy Maoshan Taoism?”

However, in a flash of Kung Fu, 78 or 80 Taoist priests in Taoist robes swarmed into the back hall. All of them were swordsmen, old and young, and they looked fierce.

It is just that in ye Xiuluo's opinion, these guys are no doubt as powerless as the native chicken and wooden dog.

At the moment, tiancang Taoist priest is also a peach wood sword in front of his chest, a posture of vowing to defend Maoshan mountain.

”Listen to the orders of the Maoshan disciples and form a sword array!”

At the command of Taoist tiancang, dozens of Maoshan disciples gathered in order to form a sword array.

And to this, ye Xiuluo just hum a way: ”a group of do not know so-called rubbish!”

When dozens of long swords attacked Ye Shura together, he did not dodge, but waved his fingers. Dozens of long swords were immediately frozen in the air, and then fell down one after another, like scrap iron.

Then, ye Xiuluo spits out purple lotus flowers, where the fire shines, it instantly gives off a gust of bloody stench.

When the purple light flashed by, we can see that the hall of Maoshan is full of corpses, dozens of corpses lying in disorder.

Tiancang Taoist looked at such a terrible scene, both heartache and fear, his fingers began to tremble slightly, and his old forehead was full of cold sweat.

At this time, the group of Maoshan disciples outside the main hall of Maoshan forced their successors to charge inside the hall. But this group of Maoshan disciples is like a feimayer shaking a tree, and they will die as many as they rush in.