boom!

A figure cut through the starry sky and disappeared.

After that, there were no more figures of the two fighting in the starlight.

Flying sand and rocks in the blown mountain cave.

If Feng Shiruo didn't respond quickly, Lingtian would be affected again.

"Then the killing technique, is the Butian Pavilion? The killer of the Butian Pavilion has not given up yet?"

"No, the person who fought against Yuanyang Daoist doesn't seem to be the big killers of the Butian Pavilion... Could it be the master of the Butian Pavilion transferred from other big states?"

"Another smashing vacuum powerhouse was beaten and fled in embarrassment. If it weren't for the suppression of this sect master in the cave, I'm afraid this person will also be suppressed, right?"

"No, it seems a little too easy for that person to escape..."

The aftermath of the First World War shook the cave, and the sky in the Qishan cave was surging, as if doom was coming, the mountains, rivers and the earth were shaking.

Zheng Longqiu, Xuanji and others looked up at the sky, with different expressions and discussions.

In the past few years, they have been shocked too many times. Even if the Taoist Yuanyang had beaten away the unknown vacuum crusher this time, they felt a little bit of a matter of course in their hearts.

After all, even the Master of Ten Thousand Laws, Gan Shishi, was suppressed here, and it was normal for other masters of smashing the vacuum to lose to Taoist Yuanyang.

On the other hand, Xuanji glanced at Diyuan in the distance thoughtfully. If the starry sky is so torn apart, how could it be possible to suppress Qian Shishi?

That man's killing methods are extraordinary, but he seems to be a step behind the 14th.

......

"Junior Brother Zhang..."

In the starry sky, the middle-aged man first breathed a sigh of relief, and then his expression changed.

A multicolored light pierced the sky, covering the sky and covering the sun, like the sky collapsing, and the moment it came, people were already unknown.

When I came back to my senses again, before I saw anything, a whipping sound exploded in the air, and then a sharp pain exploded from the depths of my soul!

It was as if a pot of hot oil had been poured from the dug out of the skull, and the middle-aged man couldn't help screaming under the severe pain that spread to every part of his body in an instant:

"It hurts me too!"

The shackles rattled, and the middle-aged man rolled on the ground in pain. The blue veins on his forehead and even his whole body were stretched, and the blood almost burst through the pores and spurted out.

Zheng Longqiu and the others watched, their eyelids twitched. They didn't know how many times they had been whipped, but they still had lingering fears when they saw this scene.

Without him, it was too painful.

"This person seems to be Li Sheng from the Butian Pavilion..."

Mo Changfa's eyes moved, and he recognized the middle-aged man: "I heard that this person is only in charge of the external affairs of the Butian Pavilion, and he has not taken over the assassination task, how could it be..."

"It hurts me too!"

Li Sheng's eyes were bloodshot, and he got up in a rage. He was about to ask questions when another whip was slashed in the air.

slap~

A crisp whip sounded, and the earth-shattering scream sounded again, causing Zheng Longqiu, Mo Changfa and the others to tremble again.

Up to now, although they are still unable to resist the severe pain of this whip, they also know that this whip is the whip of "God's Will", and it is not only aimed at the body.

To a certain extent, this is an extremely clever attack of the primordial spirit, there is no way to avoid it, there is no way to avoid it.

Among the dozen or so people in the entire Save Mountain Cave, except for Gan Shi Shi, everyone has been whipped, including Xuanji, the true biography of the Holy Land.

"Elder Li, calm down."

Feng Shiruo squeezed the whip and danced in the air, but did not pull it again.

Although he has rarely been whipped since he took charge of the Starlight Whip, every time he beats others, he also trembles.

How much hatred is this?

But if you don't beat it, you can't do it. If you don't do it yourself, not only will he still have to be whipped, but he will also accompany him.

Only the dead Taoist friends will not die the poor Taoist......

"The wind picks up the rudder!"

Li Sheng thumped the ground in pain, but he didn't dare to exert his strength. He stared at Feng Shiruo standing in the sky with hatred, almost choosing to kill him.

He is a real big man in Dongzhou Butian Pavilion, where has he been whipped like this?

Not to mention it was him, even if it was a true cultivator, they were the only ones who could beat ordinary people. How could such an experience have happened.

This is clearly the treatment of Lingtian serfs!

"Well, I don't want to either."

Feng Shiruo sighed.

"Li Sheng..."

At this moment, a voice resounded beside everyone.

Li Sheng looked back suddenly, and saw a figure in white clothes and white hair walking from the spiritual field. His clothes were ragged, his face was pale, and every step he took seemed to be under great oppression.

But it made his heart skip a beat: "Go, go teach, you..."

"Headmaster."

"senior."

"Dragon Master."

Zheng Longqiu and others looked solemn, and they all bowed and saluted.

Even Feng Shiruo fell from the sky, not daring to neglect.

"Do you even want to fight me?"

Gan Shishi glanced at Feng Shiruo lightly, the old man trembled as if he was electrocuted, and his hand holding the whip tightened: "I don't dare, I don't dare..."

"Sect Master Gan, are you?"

Li Sheng took a deep breath, suppressed the unbearable pain, and said with difficulty: "That Yuanyang Taoist..."

"That man hit the sky with a blow, it is the holy law of mending the sky, who is he?"

Gan Shishi stared at Li Sheng.

In the previous battle, he naturally saw it very clearly. Although the man was pressed and beaten all the way, his strength was also evident, if it didn't seem that something went wrong.

The battle may not be over so soon.

"That is one of the seven holy sons of my Butian Pavilion, named Gan Shishi, who came from Zhongzhou before January..."

Li Sheng seemed to be very familiar with Gan Shishi, his eyes flashed, but he didn't hide it.

"The seven men of this generation?"

Xuanji's heart moved, and she interjected: "I heard that the Butian Pavilion originated in Zhongzhou, and there are seven saints in each generation of the Zhongzhou Butian Pavilion. Whoever can kill the other six people and the current Butian Pavilion master will be the next Butian Pavilion Lord. ?"

The Holy Land is different from the sect, and has a deeper background. She also knows a lot about the Butian Pavilion.

According to legend, there are seven meridians in the Butian Pavilion. These seven meridians operate in different ways and have different personnel. Some are tyrannical, some are peaceful, and some are composed of ancient relics.

Some are formed by the masters of the demon clan and the dragon and phoenix clan.

But no matter what the person is, whether it is good or evil, the Butian Pavilion pursues the naked way of slaughter. The choice of each generation of the Lord of the Butian Pavilion is a major event that swept across many major states.

"It's almost magical."

Zheng Longqiu and the others have a heart in their hearts.

The Eastern Continent's sects and sects have never had a favorable impression of the Butian Pavilion. In fact, the ten major sects and the three sacred places have had the hatred of their disciples being killed by the Butian Pavilion killers.

It's just that there is a domain gate in the Butian Pavilion. According to legend, it also has a very strong force in several other large states, and it has not been completely destroyed.

But he didn't want to, this Butian Pavilion is so **** and naked to himself.

"good."

Li Sheng nodded: "Zhang Wuji is one of the seven men of this generation. However, there is no fixed number for the seven men of the sky, and there are changes at any time..."

There are changes in the pavilion masters of Patching Heaven, not to mention the seven sons of Patching Heaven.

"Why did he come to Dongzhou here?"

Qian Shishi was even more curious about the purpose of the Son of Butian Pavilion's coming to Dongzhou.

He had traveled to Zhongzhou, and he knew very well that in the eyes of most of the cultivators in Zhongzhou, they looked down on Dongzhou, thinking that Dongzhou was just a remote and wild place.

The status is not as good as that of Dragon and Phoenix, and even inferior to Yaozhou...

If there is no important matter, no cultivator is willing to come to Dongzhou. This is similar to the fact that many people in the land of Gyeonggi naturally have a mentality that is superior to the people in other places in the secular dynasties.

Because it really doesn't compare.

"That's a long story."

Li Sheng was relieved at this time, and he glanced at the whip in Feng Shi's helmsman with lingering fears. He didn't get up, and struggled to sit up:

"This matter is not a secret, but it has something to do with the Imperial Court of Zhongzhou, and this generation's Imperial Court has produced an unparalleled talent.

Cultivating the true shape of the ten-day cross-air map, the domineering emperor's fist, the emperor's shocking world, and many other great supernatural powers handed down from the Guanglong Supreme..."

The real figure of the ten days, the emperor's boxing, the emperor's shock...

Listening to the great supernatural powers in this legend, Xuanji, Zheng Longqiu, Feng Changming and others had different expressions, but they were all a little surprised.

Isn't this an unrealized Guanglong Supreme?

"This generation of Zhongzhou gods, saints, demons, Buddhas, and demons have emerged in an endless stream. Although that female emperor has supreme wealth, she is not really invincible...

It's just that compared to those few who are inferior, they can only temporarily avoid the edge and retreat to other states to practice, so as not to lose the spirit of enlightenment. "

Li Sheng exhaled slowly.

These words, if it wasn't for the fact that he had a good relationship with this headmaster, and that he was imprisoned and had to rely on him, he would not have said it.

Because in this sense, it has already been explained that the Butian Pavilion has lost the qualification to compete for the strongest in this generation of Zhongzhou...

Zhang Wuji was not the only one who avoided other states.

It's just that Zhang Wuji came to Dongzhou, and the others went to other big states...

"Has there been so many arrogant arrogances in Zhongzhou again..."

Qian Shishi's eyes flickered, recalling what he had seen when he traveled to Zhongzhou.

He fell into memory, and other people naturally didn't dare to disturb him.

They just looked at each other and had ideas.

Zheng Longqiu and others just yearned for the land of Zhongzhou, while Xuanji and Feng Changming were bitter and unwilling.

Before the great changes in the world, it was extremely difficult to seal the title, but it was also the best time for them to catch up.

Only before the big change in the world, can catch up with the strongest group of people in this thousand years, or even three thousand years, can it be possible after the big change in the world.

Compete with the powers of Kyushu for princes and even supreme.

But......

For a while, everyone was silent, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle~lightnovelpub.net~ This..."

After a while, Feng Shiruo looked at the whip in his hand and said slightly hesitantly: "Everyone, hurry up..."

Reclamation of spiritual fields, cultivation of spiritual seeds, selection of spiritual grasses, and irrigation of spiritual springs...

There is still a lot to do.

Having offended Xuanji, Zheng Longqiu and others, he could only go to the dark one way.

Zheng Longqiu, Feng Changming and the others all looked at him in unison, their eyes flickering with unfriendly light.

Li Sheng's eyes almost burst into flames.

huh~

Qian Shishi restrained his thoughts, swept over the crowd lightly, walked as heavy as a negative star and moon, and slowly left:

"I hope the Butian Pavilion can withstand it..."