Zhang Jingxiu said indifferently: "Since this is the case, then let's see the real chapter under our hands." ”

The old man didn't talk nonsense, and with a cold snort, everyone in the Tai Temple immediately felt a sinking on their bodies, as if they had pressed a mountain peak on their bodies, and they were struggling.

If you talk about your own realm cultivation, it is difficult for the old man to have such a realm of cultivation, but at this time, he was able to temporarily merge with the cave heaven here, which can be described as the real unity of heaven and man.

Zhang Haishi's body rose violently, and he took the old man directly with a line of momentum, and the speed was so fast that he left one afterimage after another on the first line, and each afterimage was slightly different, as if it was an extremely clever sword spectrum.

If it was outside the cave, if the old man wanted to block this sword, he would have to spend a lot of energy, but here in the cave, it was completely different. The old man just lightly poked out a palm, and Zhang Haishi's speed suddenly slowed down countless times, as if he was in a quagmire, and then pressed down with a palm, as if a Dongyue was pressed down, with peaks and peaks, covering the sky and the sun.

No matter how big a temple is, it is impossible to really manifest a mountain, this is actually a wonderful means similar to the purpose of a leaf barrier, Zhang Haishi naturally understands that although he is not shocked, the long sword in his hand will forcibly break this palm.

The old man sneered: "Zhang Haishi, can you escape the palm of the old man's hand?"

When the words fell, the sword palms intersected, and the palm of the old man was unscathed, while the long sword in Zhang Haishi's hand was bent in an extremely terrifying and exaggerated arc.

At this moment, a white sword light arrived, but it was Bai Xiuyi who rushed to help.

The old man snorted angrily, and reached out again to meet the sword of Bai Xiusheng.

Today's Tibetan old man, connected to the entire cave sky, comparable to a genuine immortal immortal, if the cave is still intact here, then the one sitting here is the earth master, and the earth master can also use this cave to temporarily enter the realm of King Kong is not bad or even the five qi dynasty yuan, but unfortunately the manpower is sometimes poor, even if it is such a powerful cave sky, it was finally broken by people and became a broken cave sky.

The old man of Tibet blocked the two masters of the artificial realm of heaven with his own strength, his body did not move, showing the demeanor of a master, and even the old man himself was a little trance, as if he had returned to the era when the Soap Pavilion Sect was overwhelmed by the world, and he was the master of the Soap Pavilion Sect standing on the top of the rivers and lakes, and he was also the co-master of the rivers and lakes.

However, at this time, there is also a Zhang Jingxiu, whether he has the geographical advantage or not, he is a genuine immortal realm master, just Zhang Jingxiu just said that he can't help the old Tibetan old man at this time, but it does not mean that the Tibetan old man can also treat Zhang Jingxiu how, at most it is not a matter of victory or defeat.

At this moment, Zhang Jingxiu gently waved the cloud sweep in his hand, and the old Tibetan man who was resisting the masters of the two heavenly artificial transformation realms immediately snorted and suffered a small loss.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Haishi and Bai Xiushang temporarily got rid of the old man's palms and retreated to their original places.

The old man in Tibet shouted angrily, and his mourning clothes turned into a black gorgeous imperial robe, embroidered with the sun, moon and stars, a five-clawed ink dragon, and a twelve-clawed imperial crown on his head.

Zhang Jingxiu's face was solemn, and he said, "This is the crown of the emperor's robe prepared by the master of the Soap Pavilion Sect when he intended to be the emperor. ”

The old man raised his head slowly: "Exactly." ”

At this time, the people in the righteous path finally saw the appearance of the old man in Tibet, but saw that half of his destroyed face had been completely restored, his demeanor was majestic, and a pair of eyes seemed to be bottomless, including Zhou Tian Xingchen, the vast Milky Way, countless illusions and disillusionments, all-encompassing.

At this moment, the old man completely integrated with this square cave sky, not like a mortal, overlooking all living beings under his feet, and regarded everything as a dog. It is as if he has become the master of this world, the center of all things, the cardinal who controls heaven and earth.

The expressionless Tibetan old man slowly spoke, and his voice was like a flood bell and a big lu, resounding between heaven and earth: "Presumptuous!"

The word "presumptuous" is like the king of God in the court scolding the minister, even if the emperor has no power to restrain the chicken, and the courtier can carry the tripod, he still has to give birth to infinite fear.

Zhang Haishi and Bai Xiushang's ears seemed to suddenly have a real sound of thunder, and they slid backwards for more than ten zhang, and the "burden" that had been shaken off was pressed on their bodies again, like a mountain of weight.

Zhang Haishi tried his best to stabilize his figure, and said with a light smile: "Old man Zang, you just occupy a geographical advantage, so you really think that you are the emperor of the underworld?

The majestic voice of the old man in Tibet sounded: "Zhang Haishi, even if I don't have this cave, I am also the fourth person in the Taixuan List, the master of the dignified Soap Pavilion Sect, why do you make such wild words?"

It was only a few words, but the sound vibrated like the rolling thunder above the nine heavens, rippling in the void with layers of ripples visible to the naked eye.

Zhang Haishi crossed the sword in front of him, blocking these qi ripples.

The old man was indifferent, just waved his hand.

In an instant, the Tai Sanctuary began to expand rapidly in all directions, turning into a small world, the world is vast, I don't know the height of the sky, I don't know the depth of the earth, and even people don't know where they are in a trance. Originally, the distance between the people in the righteous path and the old man in Tibet was only more than 20 zhang, but after the first temple suddenly became larger, the distance between the two sides also increased rapidly, and the old man and the dragon chair under him instantly seemed to be far away in the sky.

Then countless yin winds suddenly blew in all directions, and after these yin winds converged in one place, they spiraled and turned into a huge tornado that came out of nowhere, connecting the heavens and the earth, and it was magnificent, like a black evil dragon, spreading its teeth and claws, wreaking havoc on one side. For a while, the sky was dark, as if it was chaotic, and it was difficult to distinguish between east and west, north and south, up and down, left and right.

And that's not all, with the wind comes a shower of rain. Countless fine rain filaments fall from the sky, dense, thousands, but quietly and quietly, like a silent spring night rain with the wind into the night.

That's a lot of noise.

All people who are proficient in catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits understand one thing, if it is a place where yin qi is pervasive, there will be a feeling of dampness, and after the yin qi is rich to a certain extent, it can even turn into substantial water droplets.

At this moment, Zhang Jingxiu stretched out his hand and drew a talisman in the void in front of him. The falling rain suddenly froze in mid-air, and then changed its downward trend and flew upwards against common sense. The rainy sky that had not yet fallen to the ground was lifted back to the nine heavens by Zhang Jingsheng.

The voice of the old man was like a rumbling thunder behind the clouds, and it came rollingly: "E." ”

Countless black clouds converged from all directions like the rising tide of the sea, turning into rolling black clouds hundreds of acres in size, shrouding the sky above Zhang Jingxiu's head.

Zhang Jingxiu looked up, the sea of clouds was rolling and surging, and then began to slowly press down, as if black clouds were pressing down on the city, and the sky became darker and darker. There was a sudden wind, as if to blow away the souls of people, blowing the sound of hunting in the monastic robe, the black clouds suddenly darkened, and countless rains turned into a line and poured down.

It is cloudy and rainy, the wind brings rain, and the rain rides the wind. At the same time, there were bursts of thunder rolling away above the sea of clouds, and occasionally a few winding electric lights poked out of the black clouds, making the dim sky brighten for a moment.

The urgent, dense, big and cold raindrops hit the bodies of the people in the righteous path, splashing a layer of white mist, layer after layer of white mist connected together, and only a white mist remained between heaven and earth. Fortunately, those who entered the Tai Sanctuary were all righteous path masters, and there was no problem in self-protection at this time.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and a touch of black quietly dyed Zhang Jingxiu's robe, and as the rain became heavier, the black also began to spread rapidly, and countless yin qi attached to Zhang Jingxiu's body, like a bone appendage, unable to break free, unable to shake off, and at the same time, it was desperately infiltrating Zhang Jingxiu's body, intending to rot his body, qi, and soul.

Zhang Jingxiu threw the "green cloud" in his hand high and pointed to the sky. A majestic qi machine followed the direction of the finger and slowly ascended into the sky, and never entered the ink-like black clouds above. Then Zhang Jingxiu also spit out the word "edict".

In an instant, in this vast rain curtain, there was a sword light as thick as a mountain, connecting the sky and the earth.

Under this sword, the black clouds in the sky had to spread out to the left and right, and the wind and rain could not enter.

Then the "Qingyun castration" did not stop, and turned to the old Tibetan man who was far away in the sky.

The old man slowly stretched out a finger.

A huge finger as white as jade broke through the cloud curtain and blocked the way of "Qingyun" with its fingertips.