Chapter 210 Super Iron Plate (Part 2)

The layman Tiankan laughed loudly, and he turned around and laughed at the ancestor Wuya and the others, "He hit me with that fist? He hit me with such a small fist? Haha, such a small fist, hit me with such a small fist?...ah!" A shrill scream made the layman Tiankan no longer laugh.

The little boy had already jumped more than ten feet high and punched the layman Tiankan's lower abdomen. Anyone next to him could see that the fat meat on Tiankan's body was surging by this heavy punch, and his whole body trembled like a piece of frozen ointment. Only the layman Tiankan knew that the little boy's fist was probably not 100,000 kilograms of strength? This punch hit his lower abdomen, as if a steel pillar had penetrated into his lower abdomen. It was still the kind of red-burned steel pillar, which almost fainted from the pain.

The lay Buddhist Tiankan had snot and tears all came down. He howled in his heart: "You can't faint, you can't faint. This fainting makes me feel embarrassed... God, fortunately, I have always had a Vajra Protector, otherwise, this punch wouldn't break me? This little boy, what a vicious method, I, I, I, fuck it!" With a "puff", he still couldn't control himself, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the ancestor Wuya and the others suddenly exclaimed.

The little boy fell back to the ground with a smile, his big eyes blinked mischievously, jumped onto the cow's back with a smile, and said with a smile: "I have used only 30% of my strength to give you a small punch. Big Monk, if you are not convinced, you have to go forward. I must break your bald donkey's head with one punch. Hey, hey, tell you, don't go forward any more. If you go overseas honestly, you can have a whole thing, otherwise, your burial place will be in front of you."

Lu Lingzi screamed: "Little baby, who are you?" A green light burst out from the sharp corner of his forehead, and was about to shoot towards the little boy's heart.

The little boy rode the big bull and pulled the piccolo back, playing it 'yiya', and headed down the hillside. He looked at Lu Lingzi boredly and sighed: "Longhu Mountain in Jiangxi is where my mountain gate is. My surname is Zhang, why are you not enlightened? Hey, I have only been sleeping for more than a hundred years, and why did the heads of this world become confused?" White clouds rose out of thin air, covering his body. When the white clouds dissipated, he had disappeared without a trace. None of the masters present could see how he walked clearly.

"I'm the old nun just now, now a little Taoist priest. OK, okay, this Zhongyuan Taoist sect really looks like it's going to fight with us." Old Ancestor Wuya roared with gritted teeth and asked loudly: "My fellow students, are you just running back overseas and being a ground rat on your island in shame, or follow us to grab the famous mountains in the Zhongyuan? Give you a stick of incense to make a decision, and it's not time to go out of date."

Will anyone refuse when a sweet big cake is placed in front of you? Although they are all practitioners, they are not gods after all, and everyone has greedy hearts. In this case, who will leave? Who is willing to leave? Who is willing to leave? Who is willing to leave?

The casual cultivators shouted: "Eliminate the Central Plains Taoist Sect and occupy its famous mountains and rivers!" It was indeed a slogan of robbers, but it had an extremely exciting effect. After more than 20,000 monks shouted at the same time, they continued to fly forward under the leadership of Tiankan Layman. Tiankan Layman's lower abdomen no longer hurts, but it felt a little numb and swollen, which made his true qi a little weak, but this did not have much impact. He flew in front with a ferocious face, bent on finding a Taoist person to vent his anger.

He flew over a hundred miles away, and there was an old man who described the ancient one floating in front of him. The old Taoist was so old that he had taken off his shape, leaving only a skeleton rack wrapped in a layer of skin, and more than a thousand yellow hair on his head, and he barely tied up a small bun. I don’t know how many years he had worn the white Taoist robe and washed it many times. The fabric was transparent. When the wind blew, the cloth was swaying, and you thought he was not wearing anything on his body.

Just watch him buckle and hang there weakly, you will understand what time is and what history is. Especially the three-foot-long iron whip he was holding was even more rusty. If it weren't for the simplicity of the shape and the texture would not look ordinary, this old man would be like a person who picked up rags with a ragged iron stick.

When Mr. Tiankan saw such a bad old man blocking the road in front of him, he felt so angry that he came up. You nun Baochen came once, Master Zhang came once, and then he was such a stinky old man. What are you doing in the Daomen of the Central Plains? So he rushed forward and roared at the old man: "Well, what are you doing? You blocked me and wait for Yunlu, but what do you think? If you are a good friend, please leave. If you are the enemy, you should eat my three thousand Zen sticks first."

After saying that, the lay Buddhist Tiankan waved his hand and made of purple gold. There were thirteen bumps on it. There were golden relics inlaid inside the bumps. A Zen stick carved from four-faced Buddha statues appeared in his hand. With a slight wave, the Zen stick shot out a golden light, with a faint sound of thunder, which looked so majestic and evil.

The old Taoist priest raised his head weakly, his shriveled lips slightly opened, and he could see that he had no teeth. He was so old that he was miserable. He used the dying old ghost to finally let out a breath and said in a lifeless manner: "Ah, monk, the old man is just a guardian. I heard that you are going to our house to grab things. Isn't this going out with an iron whip to beat the robbers? Hey, the old man doesn't want to do anything, he just wants to do it, either the old man beat you to death, or you beat you to death."

He sighed to the sky: "Old, too old, how old am I this year? Well, when Li Laojun tamed the green cow, I was watching, and when he left the Huguan, I also watched... Oh, by the way, when Jiang Ziya was appointed as the god, I was still holding the incense and candle next to him... And, when Emperor Xuanyuan killed Chiyou, I helped him drive the horse and let the five horses of Chiyou dismember the body... Well, think about it again, by the way, I remembered that when Nuwa created humans, I was helping her and Niba next to her."

Ten thousand people were stunned, and everyone opened their mouths and couldn't speak. After a long time, the lay Buddhist Tiankan suddenly hugged his stomach and laughed wildly. His saliva splashed at the ancestor Wuya and the others: "Everyone, listen, we have met an incomparable person, we have met a living god. This is amazing, we are so lucky today."

The old man tilted his head and looked at the lay Buddhist Tiankan and said slowly: "Little monk, how about you let me hit you with a whip? If you can't kill you with a whip, I will not care about this little business. If you don't dare to take my whip, you will go back overseas and don't go to die, okay? You more than 20,000 people are all killed in one go. We are also guilty of being so great, and we are afraid that the heavenly disaster will come and we will not get any benefits."

Dan Qingsheng's heart moved slightly and said in a low voice: "You can't let this old man beat him, I always think he is weird."

The lay Buddhist Tiankan heard Dan Qingsheng's words, but he didn't take them seriously. The old man in front of him showed very ordinary skills. He did not have any powerful aura on his body, and he was just an ordinary cultivator. This person should be used by the Central Plains Taoist Sect to scare him, right?

The ancestor Wuya and the others looked at each other for a long time and nodded slowly. The real person Yiqi said in a deep voice: "Tianjian, please let him hit him and see how he can do you. Using your strongest Vajra Protector should be that all evil will not invade, and water and fire will not enter, and the magic weapon will be of no use to you. So what if you let him hit him? I will lend you my aurora shield to protect you." After saying that, he flew out a thin, thin milky white gauze shield and threw it into the hands of the lay Buddhist Tianjian.

The old man tilted his head, twisted his shoulders, nodded, and said weakly: "Are you ready? I'm going to hit... Your turtle cover and other things are all ready. My whip doesn't look like it's eye-catching, but there are tens of thousands of lives underneath." He shook the iron whip, and suddenly the sharp-eyed people could see that rust fell down on it. Is such a whip going to kill people? Tens of thousands of lives? I'm afraid it's not bragging!

The lay Buddhist Tiankan laughed strangely. He first released the aurora cover, and suddenly ninety-nine layers of colorful glows enveloped his body. He opened his mouth and spewed out seven relics, swirling around his body, bringing golden lights. His originally fat body suddenly expanded, and pieces of muscle appeared on his body. He quickly doubled his height and turned into a big Vajra man with a tangled muscle. The Zen stick with thunder and fire flew above his head, like a evil dragon protecting his top door.

The old man raised his whip and asked seriously: "I'm going to hit him, are you really not afraid? You will die of life after the whip. This whip killed tens of thousands of people."

The lay Buddhist Tiankan laughed wildly: "I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid. The aurora cover can even block the sky fire meteorite. What's your little whip? Even if the Buddha, my own Vajra indestructible body, does not have the strength of millions of pounds, don't even think about touching me at all. I'm not afraid, you just hit me."

The whip was raised, and the old man tilted his head and asked, "I really hit him? Are you really not afraid?" He slowly put down his hand and said seriously: "You should leave the Central Plains. You must be dead after my whip. I haven't been infected with blood for a long time. I don't want to kill someone...Are you really not afraid?"

The lay Buddhist Tiankan even more believed that the old man was a bluffing liar. He laughed wildly and his body expanded three points. How could he listen? The ancestor Wuya and the lay Buddhist Tiankan also had the same thoughts, and couldn't help but smile, shook their heads, mocking the Central Plains Taoist Sect for not daring to face the enemy head-on, but sent such an old antique to deceive people. How could they have the style of a Taoist practitioner?

The old man sighed and took a long breath. He said slowly, "Then, I'll beat him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man changed. His originally old body seemed to have withered thatch touched nectar, and his shriveled muscles swelled up, and his black skin became oily and moist, as white as jade, his hunched body became straight, and his eyes shot out two sharp lights. He instantly became hundreds of years younger, and he had become an old fairy-like figure surrounded by fairy spirit. His transparent Taoist robe also emitted a thousand-foot light, and there were pieces of finely embroidered clouds and shadows on it, and rays of light scattered out as they floated.

The black iron whip suddenly emitted a strong golden light, mysterious and profound, as if the wonderful music from ancient times was emitted from above. Countless images of tiny golden-armored gods appeared in the air, surrounding the iron whip, making loud howls.

The ancestor Wuya, Yiqi Zhenren, Lu Lingzi and others became stiff all over, especially Lu Lingzi let out a shrill scream: "Oh my God, why is this thing still left in the world?"

With a 'plash', his hand whipped, the ninety-nine-layer aurora cover was easily shattered, and the Zen stick was even more broken, and the seven relics were shattered one after another. The head of the layman Tiankan was like a rotten watermelon, and was shot with tens of thousands of peach blossoms. He didn't know how far his brain had shot. His body seemed to be gently rubbed by hundreds of Mount Tai, and he exploded into countless plasma with a "puff" sound. Before his soul could fly, he was shrouded in the golden light. Thunder and fire suddenly emerged in the air. The layman Tiankan screamed and had not even made a scream.

Lu Lingzi roared, stretched out his claws, and grabbed the old man. The antlers on his forehead became more than ten times larger, and countless lightning lights slashed at the old man with infinite strength. Lu Lingzi had recovered his body, and a huge fairy deer screamed and hit the old man in his chest. The Yuan Dan, which he had been practicing for thousands of years, was sprayed out of his body, and a large ball of golden light shot out countless earth, water, fire and wind power, pressing down like a mountain.

The old man sighed slightly, with a compassionate expression on his face: "Lu Ling, Lu Ling, you will escape the battle of the Gods. But you will escape it if you escaped. But today you still have to come to your door. Why do you get it yourself? You escaped the disaster under the divine whip that day, but you have to come to my hands to deal with it. Why don't you suffer? "

He said something compassionate to the world, but his movements were extremely vicious. He watched his hand shake and the iron whip hit hard. Lu Lingzi's huge body seemed like a feather, and he could not withstand the bombardment of this ancient artifact. The Yuan Dan was shattered and his brain burst out. As soon as the soul flew out, he was hit by the old man's punch on the Nascent Soul. Lu Lingzi suddenly screamed and followed in the footsteps of Tiankan Jushi.

The two masters were shattered by the strange old man's whip. The ancestor Wuya and the others were frightened and took a few steps back in panic. The old man narrowed his eyes, and a sharp cold light shot out of his eyes. He said coldly: "It would be fine if you demons are stumbled overseas, but you have to come to the Central Plains to seek wildfire. It's okay to come to the Central Plains to visit. But you still have to let the Central Plains get fire. This is a death sentence. You also want to attack Emei Qingcheng. These sects themselves are not upright. As people who practice Taoism, they should be in a relationship with the ordinary people. It is also necessary to be taught a lesson by you."

His tone became extremely sharp: "However, you have already snatched their mountain gate, but you still have to kill them all. This is not the case. Especially you have occupied the famous mountains and rivers in the southwest, but you are still thinking about eliminating the descendants of our Zhongyuan Taoist Sect. Their intentions are too vicious. Don't blame the old Taoist for taking the action, I can't bear it anymore, and forced me to break through the gate and kill people."

Yiqi Zhenren shivered all over and roared violently: "My fellow students, kill the old turtle first." His two black and white lights flew out of his hands and bombarded the old man.

The ancestor Wuya roared and sprayed a small vermilion jade piece. The jade piece rose in the wind and turned into a huge jade boat with countless talisman patterns carved on it. Billions of lightning lights bombarded down, with extraordinary power.

The old monsters such as Huang Feng and others also took action at the same time. Suddenly, waves of powerful attacks bombarded the old Taoist in the chest. Just as the lightning flashed, the area within a radius of hundreds of miles was trembling, you knew how powerful this attack was. Even the Daluo Jinxian would be destroyed by the joint efforts of more than a dozen old monsters.

The old man's face became serious. He waved the divine whip and drove the true energy in his body with all his strength. He collided head-on with the ancestor Wuya and others.

With a buzzing sound, the sky became brighter at dusk. A huge mushroom cloud rose flat, and the thousands of acres of woods below were destroyed. Countless fires emerged from the mountains and forests. Countless birds and beasts screamed and fled in a panic, but I don’t know how many creatures were destroyed by this blow.

The ancestor Wuya and the others just shook slightly, while the old man sprayed three mouthfuls of blood and returned to his old age. He dragged the magic whip and turned around and ran away. The Taoist robe on his body had turned into a rag, and was too ragged. If the power of the magic whip was not too great and offset the power of 99% of the power, the old man would have been beaten to death more than ten times.

Seeing that Wuya's ancestor and his friends were victorious, the morale of overseas cultivators suddenly increased. They firmly believed that the Zhongyuan Taoist Sect was just a super treasure and conspired to the two of Tiankan Jushi and Lu Lingzi. The real power of the Zhongyuan Taoist Sect was still inferior to theirs. Under the perverted fanatical stimulation, they ran forward and insisted on putting the old man to death.

On the mountain more than a hundred miles away, Yuan Sheng stood on the mountain with the Four Battle Generals to watch the fun. When he saw the old man fighting with the dozen or so people of Wuya's ancestors with the God-Watching Whip, he couldn't help but exclaim: "Miao, the Central Plains Taoist Sect is indeed hidden and lying on the tiger. I'm afraid that this old guy's Taoist practice has not already had the power of a god? His magic weapon is even more powerful. Miaoji, Miaoji, Qinglong, do you think these fools overseas have died or lived this time?"

The Qinglong Warrior grunted for a while before he said, "I am afraid that the Zhongyuan Taoist Sect will not go out to fight with them with all their might? People from the Zhongyuan Taoist Sect are used to sweeping away the snow in front of the door, so don't worry about the frost on others, for fear that they will not send out any powerful figures."

Yuan Sheng tilted his head, and a strange light flashed in his eyes. "No, they can't help it. Let's see, these fools from overseas will encounter a super big iron plate. Hehe, if they don't hit their heads and make them bloody, they won't be awake. Hey, poor, the Zhongyuan Taoist Sect is going to start a big killing. Actually, I really hope they can both lose money. However, I guess how many people in the Zhongyuan Taoist Sect will not be killed or injured this time."

Zhuque asked in confusion: "Master, why is this? Although the Central Plains Taoist Sect has a large number of people, it is impossible to say that there will be no casualties and injuries, right? Are these overseas people not ordinary people?"

Yuan Sheng's expression was very strange. He sighed softly and shook his head and said, "Look, go forward, it's where Gu Chaoge is. In the Battle of the Gods, the final battlefield is there... The only Lu Lingzi who knew about this was killed by that old guy. I guess the overseas cultivator will suffer a wrongful loss, or the kind of great loss that will never be reborn."

The four generals looked at each other and didn't understand what Yuan Sheng meant. So what about Gu Chaoge? In the battle of the gods, the army of the Chan Cult met with the Central Plains Taoist Sect and wiped out the elites of the Jie Sect under Chaoge City. This is what they knew, but was there something strange left in Gu Chaoge City? Otherwise, how could these overseas cultivators be killed so easily?

Yuan Sheng suddenly frowned and shouted in a low voice: "Go away, someone is here... Um, strangely, he actually has... a magic weapon of the same level as the Shanhes and the Country Map. Um, no, the aura of that magic weapon is more powerful and even more incredible than the Shanhes and the Country Map. Heaven is actually that thing? The Central Plains Taoist Sect is really angry. Wuya and these juniors are finished. They are dead. Let's go quickly."

Yuan Sheng shook his hand and the five people disappeared. Then Yuan Sheng heard Yuan Sheng's depressed voice stayed: "I also said that he would hide beside him and watch the fun with the help of the mountains, rivers and the country map, but since that magic weapon has come out, I am afraid it will not work. As long as he launches, we will be caught in no matter how well we hide. It's a loss, I will not be able to see such a fun... We can steal a few Yuanying in the chaos, but another good pill is refined."

The five of them disappeared, and a young man in blue clothes, with a small golden seal hanging around his waist, and a strange third glasses on his forehead, along with a few companions, smiled and reached the top of the mountain with a breeze.

The young man smiled and said to the hunchbacked old man beside him: "Zhang Zhenren, we really don't want to start a massacre. I would like to ask Zhenren Zhang to persuade them again? Once the Nine Dragons Heavenly Fire Formation is activated, even the gods cannot escape."

The hunchbacked old man was Zhang Sanfeng who was rescued by Tuochen. He smiled bitterly and looked at the more than 20,000 sword lights flying forward with a fierce look, and said helplessly: "Forget it, I, the old madman, be a good person again... This time the matter is gone, I, the old madman, will also die in the world. Damn, what is this called a 100,000 army besieged Wudang Mountain?"

Shaking his head helplessly, Zhang Sanfeng chased him up with a golden light, as if his Taoist practice had made great progress. In just two or three breaths, he had already caught up with the army of overseas wandering cultivators. This speed was no three points faster than those wandering immortals?

Zhang Sanfeng's unique laughter and scolding sounded: "Hey, filial sons and grandchildren in front, don't be too busy rushing to die. Stop and listen to your grandfather Zhang speak. Go forward, but it's a dead end... If you don't look back when you see the dead end, are you a donkey head?"
Chapter completed!