The strength of Taiyi Golden Immortal is between the seventy-two dragons and one hundred and eight dragons, and the ninety dragons are equivalent to the middle stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal, and it is a power that is almost at the peak of the middle stage.

Fang Hong was so surprised mainly because Yi Qianmo was just a golden immortal, and he was in the early stage of the golden immortal, but his strength was almost reaching a great realm.

Not to mention, Yi Qianmo is still an alchemist. He devotes most of his time to alchemy. He can still have such terrifying cultivation, which is beyond Fang Hong's expectations.

Not only him, but also the monks of the Halloween Temple present.

Not to mention Lord Lin, he finally understood why Yi Qianmo dared to come with him before the monks of Wansheng Temple in the Shangjie came, and even attacked Fang Hong.

"Are you surprised?"

Yi Qianmo said, "I heard that you are in the late stage of Taiyi Jinxian. Come and let me see how strong you are!"

"Hmph, I admit that you are indeed powerful, but you took a wrong step and shouldn't just bring Lord Lin to my Wansheng Temple. Since you want to see my strength so much, I'll let you see, Taiyi Jinxian with a hundred dragon powers!"

All the aura on Fang Hong's body burst out.

This is the power of a hundred dragons. The majestic immortal power made all the monks present feel oppressed. Even the early Taiyi Golden Immortal, Lord Lin, took two steps back.

The golden immortal body that Fang Hong cultivated, when the immortal power was poured into the immortal body, a dazzling golden light was released from his body. A golden immortal sword flashed through his hand, which was a top-grade immortal weapon.

"Little beast, this is my real power. There are ten more dragons than you!"

Fang Hong looked at him coldly and said, "Reincarnate in the next life, keep a low profile, don't be so arrogant anymore!"

He slashed down with one sword, and the sword energy condensed on the sword. When it drew through the void, it formed a huge moon arc and completely enveloped Yi Qianmo.

The ordinary Golden Immortal, even at its peak, only has the power of thirty-six dragons, and under this sword, he is powerless to fight back.

But Yi Qianmo held the sword in both hands and raised his hand to meet him. He heard a "clang" sound, and the metal and iron attacked each other. The entire hall was shaking, and the aftermath of the collision trembled the void.

The two swords collided, one thunder and one gold, and the immortal power was stalemate. Not only did Yi Qianmo not be killed, but instead blocked Fang Hong's sword that was accumulating.

"impossible!!!"

Fang Hong's face was full of shock.

In the opponent's sword, he felt a huge pressure, which was a force that was equal to him, and the opponent was only in the early stage of the Golden Immortal.

"For you, a hundred dragons are already the limit of this realm. For me, even the Golden Immortal is not the limit!"

Yi Qianmo said coldly, "In the next life, I will be reborn and do good deeds and accumulate virtues. Otherwise, if I meet me again, I will have to kill you again!"

While he spoke, he swung the Long Que in his hand and swung his sword and slashed it. Although he did not use the dragon body, the star-spin in his body brought him endless immortal power. This immortal power was poured into the immortal body and directly triggered the thunder spiritual power.

What's even more terrifying is that his Longque Sword has already had one star, which was condensed by absorbing hundreds of immortal weapons. When the immortal power gathers in Longque, the power that bursts out is not as good as the best immortal weapon, and it is definitely equivalent to the acquired spiritual treasure.

"Clang clang clang!"

After slashing three consecutive swords, Fang Hong was forced to practice and retreat. The golden immortal power on the sword was shocked to disperse. He originally held the sword with one hand, but in the end he had no choice but to hold the sword with both hands to resist it.

But even so, after the three swords came down, he felt the immortal power surging, the blood and blood echoed, and there was a slight fishy salt in his mouth!

"The best immortal weapon, no...no, is this...the acquired spiritual treasure?"

Fang Hong was taken back by the Three Swords several steps before he stabilized his body. His eyes were full of surprise, "Who are you and where are you from!"

"The elder of Wuji Pavilion Ye!" Yi Qianmo waved his sword and attacked again.

The battle was in an instant, and the monks present in Wansheng Temple did not react. This was the power of a hundred dragons, and the one hundred dragon golden immortals holding the acquired spiritual treasure!"

"Clang!"

Another sword fell, Fang Hong's body trembled continuously, and the immortal power could not gather at all, so he was directly defeated by Yi Qianmo. This feeling was very uncomfortable.

"If you kill him, we will all die if you don't kill him!"

Fang Hong ordered.

The monks of Wansheng Temple around him have only reacted now. Just as they were about to take action, the Lord of the Palace of Lin shouted: "Do you want to be enemies with Wuji Pavilion?"

The monks hesitated for a while, and Fang Hong followed: "This is Wansheng Temple. Wansheng Temple is not inferior to Wuji Pavilion. If I am killed by him today, you will be punished and killed him!"

A group of monks from Wansheng Temple immediately attacked Yi Qianmo. The Lord of Palace Lin was helpless and wanted to stop him, but his fists could not match four hands. He was soon surrounded and fell into a tough battle.

However, at this moment, a black shadow flashed by, and two Taiyi Jinxians who were preparing to attack Yi Qianmo were directly chopped back with one knife.

"Who are you and why did you break into my Halloween Temple!"

Two Taiyi Jinxian looked at the black-robed monk in front of him nervously.

"Grandpa, my name is Yang Biao, I am from Tianyu Sect!"

He took off his robe and showed his appearance. He said to Yi Qianmo awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I'm late!"

"Where have you died?"

Yi Qianmo didn't feel good about it.

"I got lost in Longming Valley and never found you. I finally came out, but I heard that you were dead, but I think you shouldn't die so easily. After careful investigation, I found that Lord Lin actually came to Wansheng Temple, so I followed him. I didn't expect you to die indeed."

Yang Biao explained.

"Lost?" Yi Qianmo gave him a blank look and said, "Why don't you say you fell into the cesspool?"

"That's not the case." Yang Biao said, "How about it, go away quickly? If you don't leave, the old guys in Wansheng Temple will come out!"

"Walk?"

Yi Qianmo said coldly, "I don't plan to leave here before I kill him."

"If you can't kill them within half an hour, I won't be with you anymore. Those old guys are the top of Taiyi Golden Immortals of the 108 Dragons. They can't play with them in this Wansheng Temple!"

Yang Biao said.

"It takes less than half an hour, half a moment is enough!" Yi Qianmo said.

"I'm so arrogant!" Fang Hong's teeth were itchy.

"Clang!"

The dragon que fell down, and the sword was as powerful as thunder. It collided with Fang Hong's sword and made a loud noise. Fang Hong was directly shocked back.

Yi Qianmo bullied her body, holding the sword in both hands, and while Fang Hong was not stabilizing her body, she attacked her. The sword was obviously weighing tens of thousands of pounds, but in Yi Qianmo's hand it looked like a piece of dry firewood.

After slashing with this sword, Fang Hong's entire body of immortal power was shocked and he took three steps back and just stabilized his body, Yi Qianmo slashed with another sword.
Chapter completed!