Chapter 883 (2/2)

At the moment, tiancang Taoist priest's eyes were red, and he roared at Ye Shura crazily: ”good devil, you killed many disciples of Maoshan mountain. I swear not to work with you!”

Speak, tiancang Taoist a horizontal sword.

Ye Xiuluo thought that the leader of Maoshan sect was so brave and desperate that he wanted to avenge his disciples. But I didn't expect that the old Taoist who was greedy for life and afraid of death was just making a show.

Peach wood sword cross chest, tiancang Taoist actually used a Tu Dun, ready to escape.

This makes ye Xiuluo a little sad and laughing.

Ye Xiuluo turned around and sat down. The lotus platform suddenly smashed down on the floor of the hall: ”ha ha, I thought that how could you, an old Taoist, want to sacrifice yourself for your life? I didn't expect that you would still want to go at this time? How can it be so easy... ”

Hearing only a loud bang, the bluestone bricks in the hall were fragmented. The Taoist tiancang, who had wanted to escape with the help of the earth, burst out of the ground by this huge force.

The whole man was flying in the air, and Taoist tiancang was no longer able to fight back. Ye Xiuluo was not polite again. He waved his hand and inserted his finger straight into his forehead, and the blood ran over his cheek in an instant. The white brain thinly flowed down, which called a miserable sight.

A generation of leader of Maoshan and leader of daozong was killed on the spot, which is also very sad.When the Taoist tiancang died, the Maoshan sect naturally fell apart. Those Maoshan disciples who had wanted to rush into the hall had already died and were scared to death.

For a time, the group of Maoshan disciples became beasts and birds and began to flee in all directions.

”No, the real master is back to heaven”

”the master is back to heaven!”

As soon as the bad news spread ten, ten spread a hundred, and those who did not stop spread in the gate of Maoshan.

However, ye Xiuluo didn't seem to want to let go of these Maoshan disciples. He just sneered and flew out on the lotus platform.

In the middle of the whole gate of Maoshan mountain, purple blood rain began to fall in the sky. The blood rain fell on the ground and exploded into gorgeous flowers. No one was spared up and down the Maoshan mountain, and they were all buried in the sea of fire.

The Taoist orthodoxy accumulated for thousands of years just disappeared. Even the back hall of Maoshan mountain began to collapse. The smoke was rolling. It was not terrible.

”Burn, burn, Maoshan, ha ha ha, ha ha!”

Ye Xiuluo's voice is so terrible that it covers the whole sky of Maoshan school.

However, when ye Xiuluo destroyed the whole Maoshan mountain with a sense of revenge, the towering bronze statue of the old king suddenly opened his eyes in the back hall of Maoshan mountain, and burst out a strange light, which was directed at ye Xiuluo in the sky.

Ye Xiuluo was startled and reached out to block. Listen to a bang, ye Xiuluo whole arm was blown into pieces of flesh and blood, his body is also tilted down, rolling in the dust.

”Miracles, are there miracles in the world? It's impossible. It's impossible. ” Endure the pain, ye Xiuluo quickly stood up from the ground, for just that terrible power is more palpitating.

Holding his eyes, ye Xiuluo did not dare to get closer to the back hall, but squinted at the ruins of Maoshan Taoism. At the moment, Maoshan can be described as extremely miserable.

The buildings collapsed and there were dead bodies everywhere. It seemed that no one was alive here.

But soon, ye Xiuluo's smile became gloomy and said coldly: ”there is still a fish who has missed the net, not bad, not bad. It's a great skill to pretend to be dead! ”

While talking to himself, ye Xiuluo a flash to come to a piece of ruins, stretch out his hand to catch a white haired Taoist.

The Taoist priest wanted to pretend to be dead, but in that terrible momentum, he could only tremble and beg for mercy: ”don't kill me, don't kill me, please don't kill me...”