Where is the yellow turban warrior! ?

Wu Xuanxin was full of style, his hands were knotted in a seal, and he yelled loudly like thunder, shaking the hall that had been silent for many years.

hum...

The next moment, a golden light flew out from Zhou Dao's hand, and the ancient talisman grew against the wind, turning into a burly warrior with gold on his head and a secret talisman on his body, with mysterious light and unparalleled bravery.

"Um!?"

Wu Xuan was in a daze, unable to react for a while.

Su Jingmo, who was beside him, was also taken aback for a moment. He didn't expect that the yellow scarf warriors guarding the Shangyu Palace were so unpredictable that they would appear directly beside Zhou Dao.

"Wu Xuanxin, it seems that you have grown a lot, your intelligence is sharp, and you actually know that I have won a yellow scarf warrior."

Zhou Dao's eyes narrowed, and he couldn't help but think highly of this former defeat.

"Your Yellow Turban Warrior!?" Wu Xuan was stunned.

The yellow turban warriors are the secret treasures of the Daoist sect, their value is immeasurable, how precious are they?

He never dreamed that Zhou Dao would have one, it was simply a coincidence.

For a while, his confidence was much weaker.

"Where is the Yellow Turban Warrior?"

Wu Xuan gritted his teeth and formed a seal again.

Although they are also yellow turban fighters, these secret treasures are also divided into high and low, and some of them are old and damaged, and their power is not as good as the peak state.

The yellow scarf wrestler from the Liu family's ancestral land may not lose to the opponent.

"Wu Xuanxin, it seems that you are progressing so fast that you are so clamorous." Zhou Dao said coldly.

The so-called bravery after knowing the shame, it seems that Wu Xuan's heart was defeated by him that day and he did not lose his spirit, but instead he forged ahead bravely and regained his confidence.

The yellow turban warrior was right in front of him, but he turned a blind eye to it. He couldn't wait to try the power of this Taoist secret treasure.

Regardless of strength, just this courage is enough to be proud of his peers.

"Um!?"

Wu Xuanxin's complexion completely sank, and he found that no matter how he summoned, the yellow scarf warrior guarding the upper palace still did not show up.

"Where is the Yellow Turban Warrior!?"

Wu Xuanxin bit the tip of his tongue, spat out a mouthful of blood, made seals with both hands, stomped the ground and drank violently.

"it's here."

Zhou Dao's eyes were filled with admiration. Facing such a brave enemy, he naturally would not disappoint and let the opponent down.

"Kill, kill cleanly, don't keep your hands, it's a respect to you." Zhou Dao gave an order.

The yellow turban wrestler moved, and the originally sacred and majestic body erupted into a chilling killing.

"Fuck!?"

Wu Xuan's heart beat suddenly, as if a heart was about to jump out of his body.

The heavens can learn from it, and the earth can prove that he really has no intention of challenging the yellow turban wrestler.

He just wanted to summon his one.

rumbling...

The ancient Shangyu Palace trembled, and cracks appeared on the palace watch.

Obviously, the yellow turban warrior didn't care what he was thinking, and in the long golden light, the killing **** had already arrived in front of him.

"True Qi Cheng Gang!"

At this moment, Su Jing made a dodge and landed in front of Wu Xuanxin.

The majestic real qi seemed to be integrated with the void, turning into a seemingly invisible qi to block the violent punch.

rumbling...

The golden light bloomed like a wave, and the terrifying ripples swept across and wreaked havoc in all directions.

The power of destruction poured into the depths of the earth, and the gushing magma surged up along the cracks.

"Cheng Gang Realm!? This person is a master of Cheng Gang Realm."

Zhou Dao's eyes fell on Su Jingmo's body. Looking at his clothes, this person should also be from Yuyaosi, but there was a "North" character embroidered on the corner of his clothes.

The master of the northern demon master!

The leaders of the five parties gathered in the capital, and naturally there were not a few strong people who followed.

Ming Zhao is much weaker than this person in front of him.

"Brother Su..." Wu Xuanxin's eyes were full of horror.

"Go quickly, I'll stop him." Su Jingmo shouted in a deep voice.

rumbling...

The yellow turban warrior didn't give them any time to react, his body was like a god, spraying billions of golden lights, instantly covering the entire Liu family ancestral land.

At the same time, his arm came out of the abyss like a startled dragon, and struck again.

Su Jingmo gritted his teeth and used the method of true qi to form a gang, and the gang qi surged, wrapped around his arms, and greeted him.

bang bang bang...

The blaze is full of light, and the strong wind it arouses is like a big dragon, piercing through the wind and clouds, connecting the sky and the earth.

The terrifying weather engulfed the two figures.

"Is this the power of Chenggang Realm?" Ha Shiqi was speechless, with a look of horror in his eyes.

Just the collision of bodies produces such terrible destructive power, and the masters of Chenggang Realm have indeed reached another realm beyond the original life level.

This is a qualitative change.

"Master, can the Yellow Turban Warrior stop it?" Ha Shiqi couldn't help asking.

"Must win."

As if to confirm Zhou Dao's words, as soon as his voice fell, Su Jingmo flew out like a meteor, his body stained with blood.

His shoulders were almost shattered, his flesh and bones were torn apart, and blood spattered all over the ground.

"this…"

Ha Shiqi was both surprised and delighted.

"The body of the Yellow Turban Warrior is so strong. I don't know how much heaven and earth treasures have been spent. How can a body of flesh and blood be able to resist it?" Zhou Dao sneered.

Even now, he dare not fight against the Yellow Turban wrestler with his body.

In addition, the yellow turban wrestlers are tireless, fearless, and have a first-class fighting consciousness. If it is really head-to-head, the advantage is simply too obvious.

The slightest hesitation is the decision of victory or defeat.

"Dragon Divine Spear!"

Su Jingmo gritted his teeth, the Gang Qi gathered in his palm and turned into a **** spear, like a big dragon, entangled with the dragon's power, raised his head slightly, the sky changed drastically, and the power of wind and thunder swayed, entwining the black spear condensed by the Gang Qi. long gun.

"Peerless little technique!" Zhou Dao was slightly moved.

This technique has reached the peak of [Small Technique]. Although it is at the same level as Mingzhao's [Golden Winged Peng King Body], it has the power to change the sky in the hands of Su Jingmo.

"Golden Photovoltaic Demon Body!"'

The yellow turban wrestler stood still, clasped his hands together suddenly, and a mysterious syllable came out of his mouth.

In an instant, his body was like a small sun, bursting out with hundreds of millions of bright golden lights.

The Great Dragon Divine Spear pierced through the air, but gradually dissipated in the boundless golden light.

A dragon chant resounded, and the "black dragon" seemed to be melted by the sun, its murderous aura was completely extinguished, and everything became empty.

"Fuck, it's too awesome, it's like chopping melons and vegetables." Ha Shiqi's eyes widened.

It underestimated the supernatural power of this yellow turban warrior. Although they are both at the level of Chenggang, the strong human beings are far inferior to this Taoist secret treasure.

"It's impossible to compete with the natural resources." Zhou Dao chuckled.

If he stepped into Chenggang Realm, he might be able to overwhelm this Yellow Turban Warrior, otherwise, this treasure would be enough to kill randomly in the same realm.

What Chenggang Realm, watershed, existence like a moat...all of them will get down in front of the Yellow Turban Warriors.

boom…

The dragon's sharp gun was shattered, and Su Jingmo immediately suffered a backlash, and his whole body flew out like a kite with a broken string.

He vomited blood profusely, his complexion was pale, if it wasn't for the body shield of Gang Qi, the move of the Golden Photovoltaic Demon just now would have been enough to tear it to pieces.

"Hurry up, yellow turban warrior, the guardian is invincible, we are not opponents."

Su Jingmo gritted his teeth, and shouted sharply, he was waiting for Wu Xuanxin, and ten thousand grass and mud horses galloped past in his heart.

He just followed after hearing that there was a yellow scarf warrior here.

It's good now, they don't have one here, they have one in their hands, and now they are being chased and beaten.

At the end of the day, Su Jing wanted to kill someone.

hum...

At this moment, Wu Xuanxin didn't need his reminder at all, and flew towards Liu Jiazu's land in a flash.

"Hit me." Su Jingmo gritted his teeth, circulated his Gang Qi, broke through the golden light, and followed.

"Run? Can you run?"

Zhou Dao sneered, and as soon as he raised his hand, one hundred thousand real pills poured down like a long river, and fell into the body of the yellow scarf warrior.

This Taoist secret treasure is good for everything, but it needs to consume Zhendan.

At this moment, Zhou Dao didn't seem to want the capital, and burned a hundred thousand true pills as soon as he made a move.

"I want to live."

rumbling...

The yellow turban wrestler folded his hands together, and the yellow turban he was wearing flew up suddenly, like a long rainbow, gathering hundreds of millions of golden lights, coming through the sky.

"you…"

Su Jingmo felt a strong crisis and shouted violently.

However, before he could finish speaking, the yellow scarf swiped violently, directly shaking the Gang Qi on the surface of his body, and then rolled it lightly, the runes flashed like a lock, and it was firmly imprisoned.

"good."

Zhou Dao was overjoyed, the Yellow Turban Warrior was indeed not an ordinary secret treasure, he even captured a master of [Cheng Gang Realm] alive.

What's more important is that this person is under the command of the Chief Beisi, and his status is extraordinary.

boom…

As soon as the yellow turban wrestler raised his hand, he threw Su Jingmo over.

The latter fell heavily in front of Zhou Dao like a dead dog.

Su Jingmo bared his teeth and wanted to struggle, but Zhou Dao flew up with a stride, raised his leg and kicked him, trampling the former to death.

"Do you think you're blind? Who can't get along with you? Go find Wu Xuanxin." Zhou Dao sneered, stomping on his feet: "Don't worry, he'll come to accompany you in a while."

As he spoke, he laughed even louder.

The yellow turban wrestler chased and beat Wu Xuanxin again, and the latter turned his head to take a look, and was scared out of his wits.

"help me."

Wu Xuan gritted his teeth and cried out.

rumbling...

At this moment, the entire Liu Family Ancestral Land shook violently.

In the center, a streak of blood shot up to the sky, like veins in the human body, extending to every corner of the Liu family's ancestral land.

The ruins burst into pieces instantly and turned into dust.

The old palace also collapsed.

"The treasury is open!?"

Zhou Dao's heart skipped a beat, he flew up, and saw an ancient large formation activated behind the upper palace.

In the center of the formation lay a young girl, she was Liu Nanxing's younger sister, Liu Nu'er.

In the direction of the "Dragon Head" of the big formation, an ancient portal manifested, with complex secret lines engraved on it, intertwined with each other, absorbing the power of Liu Nuer's blood.

rumbling...

At this moment, the ancient portal finally came to life and slowly opened.

Years of dust, the Liu family that has been buried for many years is finally about to reveal its former glory.

Just as the door opened, a young man slowly walked out from Liu Nuer's side.

"Lu Xianyang!?" Zhou Dao's eyes widened.

He never expected that he would meet this person in this place.

At that time, Zhou Dao was still in cultivation, and he met and worked with Lu Xianyang when he was in Pingjiang City.

Although there are not many intersections between the two, they have come along the way.

Later, when Zhou Dao participated in the Fa Conference of the King of Yuan, Lu Xianyang was also promoted steadily, and was transferred from Linjiang Mansion to the capital.

At that time, Zhou Dao had told Wang Xiaoyi that Lu Xianyang was a man who was hiding his secrets, his fortune was extremely prosperous, and his city was extremely deep.

Even so, Zhou Dao never thought that one day he would meet Lu Xianyang under such circumstances.

This feeling...is friend or foe.

"Zhou Dao, long time no see."

Standing in front of the slowly opened door, Lu Xianyang did not enter in a hurry, but looked at Zhou Dao with a long-lost smile on his face, as if an old friend was reunited, overjoyed.

"It's you who are behind the scenes?" Zhou Dao frowned.

After all, he still underestimated this man, and underestimated this man.

"Layout!?" Lu Xianyang smiled and shook his head: "Is this considered a game? It's just random."

"You really hid it deep enough." Zhou Dao pressed on every step of the way, with a murderous look on his face.

"Zhou Dao, you and I have known each other for many years, today I will give you a convenience." Lu Xianyang made a gesture of invitation.

"Come and get what you want."

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Dao drove the yellow turban warrior, turned into a golden light, and rushed straight to the treasure house of the Liu family.

"Stop him quickly." Wu Xuan was in a hurry.

However, Lu Xianyang stood still and did not move at all.

rumbling...

Suddenly, a strong evil wind covered the sky and the sun, and revived from the depths of the ancient formation.

In an instant, demon clouds billowed, the sky and the earth trembled, and the vision of wind and thunder appeared.

In the endless night, those lantern-like eyes made Ha Shiqi's legs tremble when he looked at them.

"Father... Father..."

Liaobuqi's face turned pale, and his eyes were full of fear.

The owner of the Rongshan Dog Demon finally made a move.

The Great Monster of Extreme Realm, who is comparable to the powerhouse of [Breakout Sea Realm], is already the strongest existence here, so it's no wonder that Lu Xianyang is confident.

"Little ghost, do you dare to get involved in the things of this seat?"

Liao Hou revealed his true nature, and his strong demonic aura was like chains, easily imprisoning Zhou Dao.

Immediately, terrifying pressure came from all directions. If it weren't for the protection of the Yellow Turban Warriors, this force alone would have shattered it.

"Give it to me."

Liaohou grinned grinningly. He activated his demonic aura, and took Zhou Dao as a knocking brick, and smashed it on the gate of the treasure house.

hum...

The ancient rune was fully activated, and the hidden restriction resurfaced again, easily blocking that demonic power.

"Have come this far? Can you still stop me?"

Liaohou's hair was counted down all over his body, and the terrifying monster force erupted like a volcano, crashing into the ancient portal.

"Master..." Ha Shiqi shouted.

At this moment, Zhou Dao was caught in the middle, he had to bear the power of the Rongshan Dog Demon, and he also had to be impacted by the restriction of the Liu Family Ancestral Land.

"Zhou Dao, this place will eventually be your death." Wu Xuan sneered heartily.

Under the pressure of the two forces, Zhou Dao's figure gradually became slack, his spine broke suddenly, and there was a cracking sound, and the golden essence flowed out from the keel of the spine.

"Hahaha, I'm going to die after all." Wu Xuan's eyes were full of joy.

"Give it to me."

Liao Hou didn't care about Zhou Dao's life or death at all, and the demon power poured into the portal.

rumbling...

At this moment, an ancient breath rushed out from the treasure house, mysterious and ancient, showing traces of time.

It was a picture scroll, mottled and old, engraved with the imprint of the setting sun, rushing directly out of the treasure house, it was about to break through the sky.

"Picture of Sun Wheel Observation."

Lu Xianyang took the lead.

"That belongs to me."

Liaohou drank violently and no longer disregarded the rules. The alliance and cooperation between a man and a monster was already fragile, and now that Chongbao was present, the relationship would come to an end.

rumbling...

The Liaohou's giant claws stretched out, and the terrifying monster power suddenly rolled, and pulled the [Sunlun Contemplation Picture] over.

There is no doubt that the strength of the extreme monster is obvious.

Wu Xuanxin, Ha Shiqi, Liaobuqi and the others all had expressions of fear on their faces.

"Hahaha, no one can compete with me in the sky and on the earth." Liaohou looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

Rongshan dog demon, who has been suppressed for three thousand years, is finally about to raise his head and become famous all over the world.

hum...

At this moment, a sudden change happened.

A terrifying sword light shattered the void, like stars falling from the sky, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and all living beings panicked.

The terrifying sword light, like the wrath of an emperor, traversed the sky and pierced Liaohou's chest directly.

The power of destruction directly scattered all the monster power in his body.

Liaohou's laughter stopped abruptly, his eyes widened, and his vitality receded like a tide.

At this moment, there is a dead silence between heaven and earth.

Liao Hou turned around with difficulty, wanting to see clearly what happened.

Following Liao Hou's body, his eyes turned rapidly~lightnovelpub.net~ looking for the owner of the sword light.

The ancestral land of the Liu family, in front of the ancient portal.

Zhou Dao was bathed in fresh blood, and the broken vertebral keel was slowly peeled off from his flesh and blood, the pain was like falling into purgatory.

At the same time, a rusty ancient sword rose up, along the veins of the spine, slowly sank into the body, fused with his flesh and blood, replacing the original spine keel.

Gradually, a palpitating breath escaped from Zhou Dao's body.

His aura is like a sword left in the world by a **** above the nine heavens, as vast as the sky, mysterious and frightening.

"Yuan Wang's magic sword casts the keel!?" Lu Xianyang whispered softly.

hum...

Suddenly, another ray of sword light soared into the sky from Zhou Dao's keel, like yin and yang splitting, and directly cut off Liaohou's head.

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