The Evil God Emperor is In the City

A sentence after sentence of arrogant and arrogant words came out with spittle stars.

Fang Ying's brows knitted together, thinking that the virtues of righteous disciples were no better than those of evil cultivators, and their ugliness was even worse.

Bai Leng was calm, but there was no lack of contempt in those long and narrow eyes.

The servant Bai Jiuzhe sneered.

Their eyes all fell on Wang Zhuo.

This one of the future Sect Master candidates of the Huanchen Sect has a good realm, but he really lacks the most basic upbringing.

Ge Mu didn't say nonsense, and pressed a handprint on the sky.

But the defensive light wall of the "Eight Treasures Golden Bell" immediately unfolded, blocking the handprint of the sky, so that he could not make the slightest advance.

humming sound.

Ferris handprint was shattered!

The surging tide of spiritual power surged through Ge Mu's body and dispersed, causing the entire Bai family's old house to tremble.

Wang Zhuo sneered: "The mayfly shakes the tree."

Ge Mu glared at him, his face became more and more hostile.

"You're going to die today—"

"Stop talking nonsense, it's my turn!"

Wang Zhuo didn't just defend or attack. He staggered his palms and recited magic formulas. He climbed into the heart of time, kidneys, and Xiaqi sea points to release a scorching hot essence, mixed with spiritual power, and spewed out from his mouth, turning into a fiery mass. Yellow flame.

This flame is the true fire of samadhi that is often mentioned in myths!

Originating from the heart, kidney, and lower qi sea, fusion and convergence, it is the normalizing fire of the cultivator, and it is also the fire that inherits the mysterious yang qi.

What needs to be said a little more is that water does not quench the true fire of samadhi.

But when this group of samadhi true fire didn't come, the first thing I felt abnormal was Bai Jiu, the chest and abdomen were like being boiled, and it was unspeakable uncomfortable.

Bai Leng shouted: "Is Senior Brother Wang's Samadhi real fire you can bear? Don't hurry out, after a while, Xuanyang Qi will enter your body, and your five internal organs will be burned."

Wang Zhuo laughed and said, "Yes, this samadhi really burns people from the inside out! Ge Mu, you dare to bear it directly?"

"ignorance-"

Ge Mu stretched out his palm, and a white whirlwind rolled up in his palm, directly absorbing the mass of Samadhi true fire, turning it into a tiny flame, and then pinching it out with his fingers.

This? Wang Zhuo's eyes widened.

I couldn't believe that the magic technique I was proud of was actually snuffed out by Ge Mu.

"How could you..."

Samadhi True Fire is indeed an amazing technique, but its power is entirely determined by the strength of the practitioner's own essence.

Only Wang Zhuoyang had this amount of energy, and it was far from hurting Ge Mu.

He said: "Compared to my own strength, I can kill you twice within a minute, so I didn't take you seriously at all. The only thing to deal with is the magic weapon that the old man Wang Mengfu gave you."

"You, actually look down on me? No one dared to look down on me since I was a child."

"Who do you think you are!"

Ge Mu had another handprint, but he still couldn't move the golden bell. This magic weapon should have a much stronger defense than Han Xiao's talisman.

Ge Mu also thought about killing Wang Zhuo with the "absolute domain", but after spreading out his spiritual power, he found that the absolute domain was isolated.

It is difficult to break through for a while.

The two fought in the not-empty main hall, and they couldn't stand still after dozens of moves.

Wang Zhuo's technique was useless to Ge Musi, but Ge Mu also couldn't break the defense of the Golden Bell of Eight Treasures.

However, the main hall of the Bai family was completely demolished for the two of them.

Houses collapsed, bricks fell.

However, as the master, he was always calm, and it didn't matter. Anyway, the spiritual positions and important things of the ancestors of the Bai family were all in the Jianjing well of the Bai family, and the main hall would collapse when it collapsed.

All he wanted was for the two of them to be safe and sound.

Wang Zhuo is dead, too much trouble.

And Ge Mu is the person he regards as his target. If he dies, he will lose an excellent motivation in the cultivation path.

But at this time Wang Zhuo suddenly shouted: "Bai Leng, we joined forces to kill this kid! Come on, what are you doing? Is it possible that you are also hostile to the Huanchen Sect?"

"Master Huanchen Wu Yue, the leader of the Taoist world, how could I..."

"Come on then."

Bai Leng felt a hundred reluctance in his heart, and even had the thought to greet Wang Zhuo's family, but he still took a shot at Ge Mu.

After all, Licheng Bai is also under the eaves of the Huanchen Sect.

And as soon as he shot, Fang Ying immediately blocked Ge Mu's back: "I'll be your opponent!"

Ge Mu coldly shouted: "Bai Leng, you dare to hurt Fang Ying, don't blame me for not being sympathetic."

"What are you afraid of him doing? Think how good that old dog Yan Shixiao was back then. The whole monastic world gave him three points. In the end, it was not planted in the hands of my Huanchen Sect. Can his surname Ge be more powerful than the old dog Yan?"

"What did you say?" Ge Mu's words were very light, but they were full of anger.

At the same time, Long Yuan, who was rooted in the soul, also became restless, turning into a black mist, spreading all over his body.

Two worlds, two brothers.

How could Ge Mu allow others to insult Immortal Master Yan?

Wang Zhuoshang didn't know it, but when he saw the change in Ge Mu's face, he felt that something was wrong, he shrugged and laughed: "What's the matter, you suddenly change your face when you mention Yan Laogou, you won't be his wild _ _ Bar?"

"Wang Zhuo!"

"Could it be that I said that the old dog is the father?"

Ge Mu said with a sullen face: "I don't care whose grandson you are~www.wuxiaspot.com~ whose apprentice, and what magic weapon is on you, you must die today!"

Long Yuan, who was restless between the words, seemed to let out a faint dragon groan.

"Can you hurt me at all? Hahaha..."

Zhou Tian, ​​a sword.

This time, Ge Mu sacrificed "Zhou Tian Yi Jian" without even showing the constellation roulette, and directly chased down 360 star marks in mid-air to form a long sword.

This sword contained the mighty anger of the God King of Xiaoting in the previous life.

The brotherhood of the two generations has not yet been rooted.

Taking the ancestral dragon of the Milky Way as the spirit.

All the spiritual power of Ge Mu was poured into a bright scar that pierced the sky.

break-

The spirit sword was slashed on the light wall of the "Eight Treasures Exquisite Golden Bell", and Ge Mu's soul merged with Long Yuan, and he could feel the strong blow, as if his soul hit it, and a sound like a thunderous sound resounded in his mind.

Looking at Ge Mu's pale face, Wang Zhuo felt that he was already exhausted, so he couldn't help laughing arrogantly again: "Boy, it's useless, even if you smash your head, you won't be able to break the defense of the golden bell."

"Break me-"

"Impossible, the toughness of Jindan is not what you can achieve."

When Wang Zhuo was proud.

With a click, a crack appeared on the light wall of the Babao Linglong Golden Bell.

In an instant, he was so frightened that he was incapacitated. How could this boy surnamed Ge reach the attack power of a Jindan realm powerhouse?

He is so strong, once he completely destroys the defense, isn't he a dead end? He opened his eyes sharply, watching the cracks on the light wall gradually spread, and his heart was in his throat.

He shouted: "Bai Leng, don't take action yet, this kid is in a weak state now!"

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