"What do you think? What's good about it?" The sad Taoist still had such a serious and iron-clad face, and snorted at Ji Hao with a expressionless face: "I caused some trouble back then. Although I repelled the pursuers of the Heavenly Court one after another, there were still a few talents in the ancient Heavenly Court. I was almost captured, but the Dragon Mother helped me to save me."

He snorted coldly, and the sad Taoist said slowly: "Although it is not a life-saving grace, he also owe a great favor. So the Dragon Mother came out to invite me, so I had to come."

After looking at Ji Hao up and down, the sad Taoist nodded slowly with a little joy: "I didn't expect that I could meet the Emperor of Heaven here... I was able to avenge my revenge that was besieged by the army of Heaven several times back then."

The Lord of Kuzhu Mountain chuckled aside, and the bamboo stick in his hand kept waving green shadows: "Sad, it's not counting that you provoked Taoist Yu Yu, but you also want to provoke the Heavenly Court. Although you haven't come out for many years, you don't know that as strong as today's court, the Heavenly Court is never easy to provoke."

The sad Taoist thrust forward and snorted coldly indifferently: "What are you afraid of? What are you afraid of? Just a little bit short of that, I can place my soul in the void, integrate myself into the great way, and become the saint. Once I become a saint, Taoist Yu Yu who only knows how to slash his sword, and the heavenly court that only knows how to encircle heavy troops, who am I afraid of?"

Looking at the sad Taoist full of confidence, Ji Hao was about to remind him of the fate of Taoist Tong Jiong, who was already half a saint, when a sharp roar suddenly came from behind. Ji Hao frowned and hurriedly slapped the Pangu Bell.

With a buzzing roar, a large area of ​​chaotic aura spread in all directions. Ji Hao and Ya Gong suddenly turned around and happened to see that the dragon mother's sharp nails had pierced thousands of chaotic auras, and rippled out on the surface of Pangu Bell. Zhengxin retracted his hands unwillingly.

Seeing Ji Hao looking over, Long Mother smiled strangely and said, "Taoist Tong Jiong is trapped in the jade bi and cannot escape. There is always a way to clean up him. But you are so hateful, you can join forces to destroy you first. Then say. Hey, those old immortals, the old bastard's nine waste sons, what other good things can be mixed with them?"

Ji Hao pulled out the Pangu sword, bending his fingers and gently flicked the sword. With a sound of the sword, Ji Hao said coldly: "Zui Niu, Ao Bai, but it's you..."

"They are not considered my bloodline of Chaos Yuanlong." The Dragon Mother smiled particularly hideously and strangely. A pair of golden red eyes spewed out a few feet long divine light and stared at Ji Hao: "Their bloodlines are all the pure bloodlines of that old bastard, and they have nothing to do with me Chaos Yuanlong."

Taking a deep breath, the Dragon Mother shook her head proudly: "My good boy, only the nine of them, Di Xin..."

In the jade bi, Taoist Tong Jiong burst into laughter: "Ten, it's a pity that one was captured by me and swallowed it happily. Haha, the taste of Chaos Yuanlong is really wonderful, especially the pair of longans..."

The dragon scales on the dragon mother's skin were slightly shaken, making crisp sounds of "clang". She gritted her teeth and refused to look back at Taoist Tong Jiong. She stared at Ji Hao fiercely. The dragon mother said coldly: "Tong Jiong is sealed here, we don't know about this. Can the little boy find this place, hey, you have taken down the three treasures of Tong Jiong?"

"Hmm?" A glimmer flashed in the sad Taoist's eyes, and he suddenly approached Ji Hao.

"Oh?" The Lord of Kuzhu Mountain subconsciously walked two steps towards Ji Hao. Layers of green bamboo shadows kept floating out of his body, and quickly turned into an endless bamboo forest beside him. The entire cave was covered by bamboo forests, and there was no way to see the exit of the cave or the edge of the cave.

The Lord of Kuzhu Mountain showed great interest. He stared at Ji Hao intently and said, "The three treasures of fellow Taoist Tongjiu, the Taiyi Yuan Magnet Order is inconsistent with my great way, but it's fine; the dead gourd is too heavy to kill and have too much cause and effect, but it is useless to me; only the living gourd is said to be the best at nourishing the spiritual roots of heaven and earth, but it is related to my life."

The Lord of Kuzhu Mountain stared at Ji Hao with a deep look and said with a smile: "Please take out the living gourd and let me take a closer look?"

The Dragon Mother smiled brightly, and she laughed loudly, "What else do you want to see when the old bamboo shoot gang? After killing this kid, all the treasures are ours. Tong Jiong's three treasures, we are just one by one, right? That living gourd is of course yours!"

"Woooo!" The sad Taoist suddenly cried again. He looked at Ji Hao pitifully and cried: "What a pitiful Emperor of Heaven. The glory and wealth of this heaven have not been enjoyed for many years, and they are about to fall here. It's so pitiful, so pitiful, so pitiful!"

The sad Taoist dragged his voice and cried bitterly with a strange voice. Ji Hao and the Ya Gong had just calmed down and were immediately hooked up again. Their bodies shook and they almost cried out again.

The Pangu Bell's roar shattered the evil magic of the sad Taoist. Ji Hao and the Crow Gong's faces changed at the same time. The Crow Gong let out a long roar and raised the wooden stick transformed from the Fusang wood and bombarded the sad Taoist hard.

The sad Taoist snorted coldly, pulled out the long sword on his back without regard, and stabbed the sword slowly at the wooden stick of the Crow Gong. Although the martial arts were evil, the sad Taoist's sword technique was also very wonderful. His sword force was rigid and strict. He followed the extremely neat sword path with one sword, like a hard milling wheel at the Crow Gong.

With a loud bang, the fire was everywhere. The wooden stick in the hand of the Crow Gong was transformed from the Fusang wood body. The wooden stick collided with the long sword in the hand of the sad Taoist, and a large piece of fire splashed out. The sad Taoist was so scared that he shivered and subconsciously took several steps backwards.

A ball of fire sprinkled on the sad Taoist's sleeve. The sad Taoist screamed strangely, and waved his sword to cut the place where the sleeves were on fire. He raised his head in horror and stared at the wooden stick in the crow's hand and said angrily: "Old man Fusang? Is this your real person? You... Where is your Yuanling?"

The Crow Gong tried his best to widen his small eyes and shouted viciously: "Yuan Ling? Of course he is in charge of the Sun Palace... Uh, I will naturally not tell you what you do! The fat man who cried and slapped your Crow Gong Grandpa!"

Before he finished speaking, the Crow King raised his wooden stick and slashed at the sad Taoist again. This time, the sad Taoist obviously became much more serious. The wooden stick transformed from the Fusang wood body would not dare to be easily beaten as long as it was a powerful person who had been with him in the prehistoric world.

The Lord of Kuzhu Mountain looked at Ji Hao helplessly and said slowly: "In order to live the gourd, it is inevitable to offend Taoist Yu Yu. Fellow Taoist, this is not the treasure you should look at!"

With a sigh, countless bamboo shadows from all directions took pictures of Ji Hao in densely.
Chapter completed!