1367 Zi Yue Dao Jun

Bei Mingao looked at the blue figure, and his mind was completely confused.

Mr. Su, the sick and weak Wen Wenshu, has completely disappeared, and there is only one picture left in his mind.

That is, Su Zimo fell from the sky, just like the **** of heaven, and killed the two major returnees!

How has Bei Mingao ever seen such a power?

In retrospect, he used to sneer at this person and repeatedly taunted and mocked him. Bei Ming's heart was afraid and remorseful for a while.

Fortunately, this Mr. Su has a broad mind. If he were to be replaced, I am afraid he would not be dead with ten lives!

"Did your sister worship this Mr. Su?"

Bei Ming proudly came to understand.

"No wonder in three years, my sister's changes have been so great that even Yuan Ying Zhenjun can suppress it. It turned out to be Mr. Su."

It is false to say that Bei Ming's heart is not envious.

However, although he was young, he also knew that he had a bad attitude towards Su Zimo before, and I'm afraid he would never have the opportunity to worship again.

Don't say it's Beiming Pride. Even Bei Mingxue stood on the stone platform stupidly. It was a bit slow, and his eyes were full of shock.

Although she worshipped under Su Zimo's door, she never saw Su Zimo's shot.

She thought that Su Zimo Yuanshen was injured and could not even release the spell, which greatly reduced her combat power.

But I did not expect that Su Zimo did not use the Yuanshen at all, did not release the spell, but relying on the flesh, he returned the two major virtuosos to the spot!

Looking at the seemingly thin, but imposing figure, Bei Mingxue suddenly had an urge to cry.

Over the years, she has suffered countless grievances.

But no one had helped her, and no one could stand up and shelter her from the storm!

And at this moment, there was a person standing in front of her, resisting all injuries for her, even at the enemy of the ancient family!

"Desolate!"

"My Master, the Arathi Lord! The heavens and the earth, the only Arathi Lord in all ages!"

Bei Mingxue was in a state of excitement, her eyes flushed.

On the other side, Nangong Ling shook her head slightly and sighed.

"It's still this step."

Nangong Ling looked sad.

Prior to this, he reminded Simonze and Dongfang Yi several times so that they would not be aggressive, and it was enough.

But the two still didn't listen to him, so much that they provoked him.

"Is they too much!"

Ru Xuan said: "I am an outsider, I can't stand it! Huh, as a returning Taoist, it's nothing to kill a Jin Dan real person!"

Liu Hanyan glanced at Nangong Ling and whispered: "What my brother is worried about is Nangong's choice."

"Ok."

Nangong Ling nodded and did not speak.

boom! boom! boom!

At this moment, all around the villa suddenly burst out a powerful breath, the world shook!

"Where's the thief, dare to pretend in my Ximen Villa!"

"I think you're looking for death!"

There was a loud scream.

Most of the monks present were Chiji monks and Jindan real people. Such a huge sense of coercion shrouded in shrouds, and the group repairs felt a trembling heart!

Realm of Law!

This is the godly coercion that can only be released by Faxiang Daojun!

Even returning to the realm is an inaccessible state for most monks.

The state of law is the existence of group cultivation looking up.

Some of the monks present have not seen Faxiang Daojun in their practice so far. I did not expect that more than a dozen Faxiang Daojun appeared at the same time today!

"Zi Yue Dao Jun!"

Nangong Ling immediately recognized the head of a French prime minister, and could not help but whisper.

This Ziyue Daojun is a well-known French prince among the three great families.

Two thousand years ago, Ziyue Daojun traveled to Zhongzhou to fight with a magician of Daoism.

This fantasy demon prince once ranked 62nd in the French list.

But this battle was the victory of Zi Yue Daojun!

This battle is also the battle for fame of Ziyue Daojun.

It is rumored by the three great families that the battle power of Ziyue Daojun must be at least in the top 30 on the French list!

That was two thousand years ago!

Unexpectedly, Ziyue Daojun even practiced in Ximen Mountain Villa with great concentration, and now he is shocked!

"Senior Ziyue!"

Nangong shouted, bowed and saluted, Shen said: "This matter is very important. I also asked the elders to call the elders to discuss and think twice!"

Ningong Ling's identity is not easy to break.

But his words are already reminding Zi Yue Daojun to stop in time, don't act lightly!

"Humph!"

Ziyue Daojun sneered: "It's a joke! There are thieves who murdered me in Ximen Mountain Villa unscrupulously, but you want me to think twice?"

Even if Ziyue Daojun heard the meaning of Nangong Ling, he would not take it to heart.

Not to mention a descendant of Nangong Ling, even if the prince of the Nangong family came, the monk in the blue shirt would definitely kill!

Ziyue Daojun looked at Su Zimo with a cold look, and slowly said, "I don't care what you are from, what kind of school you are, you dare to kill in my Ximen Villa, even if you are a super disciple, you have to pay for it ! "

Nangong Ling sighed.

Ziyue Daojun didn't realize who he was facing.

Not to mention the disciples of Super Zongmen, how many have fallen in the preaching place, the disciples of Super Zongmen, and the combined power of Super Zongmen?

"You want to kill me?"

Su Zimo bowed his head slightly, looking at Zi Yue Dao Jun, his expression mocking.

"Kill him!"

Ziyue Daojun did not talk nonsense with Su Zimo, waved his hand, and directly ordered.

Huh! Huh! Huh!

Every weapon came out of the air.

Around many Daojun magical instruments, there is a flood of mana that almost covers the sky and blocks all the retreats of Su Zimo!

Su Zimo's face was cold, facing the pierced Dao Jun magical instrument, he ignored it and stood up!

"Ignore Daojun's magic weapon, it's really death!"

More than a dozen French Prime Ministers looked cold.

boom! boom! boom!

A variety of magical instruments hit Su Zimo's body, but did not think that many of the Faxiang Daojun expected to pierce his body and cut it.

On the contrary, many Taojun magical instruments have been popped up!

Whether it is a flying sword, a cold gun, or a bronze mirror Chang Ge, there is no Taoist magic weapon that can pierce the blood of Su Zimo!

Group repair is shocked!

This scene has completely exceeded everyone's perception.

"Ok?"

Not to mention the low-level monks present, even Ziyue Daojun and others changed their faces!

You know, among the Taojun instruments that were just offered, there are many perfect Taoist instruments!

However, the perfect Taoist weapon did not even puncture the skin of this monk, let alone kill it.

Moreover, at the moment of the collision, the blue-shirt monk did not release any spells or charms, but resisted with his physical body.

Can a person's physical body really cultivate to such a degree that it is inaccessible?

Ziyue Daojun suddenly understood that the deep meaning of Nangong Ling Fangcai's words.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

(End of this chapter)