"Three Elders!"

Dong Qingfeng shouted with emotion, but opened his mouth and didn't know what to say. At this time, the pervading runes had gathered into a small boat, and the vital energy of the heaven and earth around him gathered into a river, and the long stream below was like stars.

Yipeng Zhou is a cast that took decades to implement the great masters of ancient and modern times. It is a supreme understanding of the way of space. The nine great practitioners stand at the nine array eyes respectively.

Everyone condensed their lifelong cultivation, and the glow of light bloomed, emitting crystal clear light, and the energy fluctuations were scary. But at the same time, these elders who rely on their cultivation to maintain their appearance aging in that moment.

However, at this moment, a loud noise suddenly sounded in the sky, and several terrifying pressures came down, with a majestic aura, as if the world had collapsed.

A huge golden handprint fell, and the Buddha's light filled the sky. In an instant, a divine light like a vast ocean was pressed over. Houses collapsed and shattered immediately, like fallen leaves being swept up by the strong wind, quickly crushed into pieces and turned into dust!

The Dong family ancestral hall has disappeared.

"Boom"

The palm fell, and the explosion suddenly sounded deafening. The world was imprisoned. A golden Buddha figure looked down at the world and made a sound of compassion, but it fell a palm that destroyed the world, followed by a sword and a punch.

"Buzz"

With a loud bang, the space fell, and the ground seemed to be penetrated, one after another of terrifying energy rose from the ground, all emitting a luster, as if the sound of glass breaking leisurely sounded.

A page of boat, broken!

Nine great practitioners of the Dong family vomited blood and flew everywhere.

The three masters took action and were irresistible.

"Why, do you have to kill them all?"

There were great practitioners of the Dong family wailing, but everyone was seriously injured, but they all supported their bodies, supporting their tirades in front of the twelve young people.

Pages of rice paper emerged, and words emerged like dragons.

"The saint said, all things are resurrected, and divine dedication is rewarded..."

Dong San stood in front, holding a book in his hand, chanting softly. As he read it word by word, a strong breath of life came over him, as if green vines broke out from the ground and spread into the bodies of several great practitioners.

Saints, there are spiritual chapters in heaven and earth.

Mr. Dong San is a true scholar.

In Fengling, the Dong family's mountain protection array was broken and short-soldiers were connected. However, in order to maintain the mountain protection array, most of the great practitioners of the Dong family had little combat power. When they encountered several forces, they were almost massacred.

Especially where the White Horse Army passed, blood flowed into a river.

The elders of the Dong family were bleeding, but they were powerless.

The three masters slowly descended, the Buddhist master Samantabhadra, who thought he was compassionate, a Buddhist master who held a sword in the world, and a mortal enemy of the Dong family, Chen Tongxuan, walked slowly outside the Dong family's ancestral hall that had been reduced to ruins.

The disciples of the Dong family were killed and retreated step by step, all retreating towards the ancestral hall. The corpses were everywhere, blood flowed into a river, and the fighting spirit and murderous intention gathered together. The master took action and once again affected the circulation of heaven and earth, and affected the power of nature. The stars were obscured and the wind was raging.

"Elders," Dong San said, "Combining everyone, work hard to find a way for them. Alas, do your best and leave your destiny!"

"good!"

No one objected, and everyone protected the twelve most talented people from the Dong family's Qing generation, including Dong Qingfeng, who had been trying to destroy the Dong family. He clenched his fist tightly, held the sword in his other hand, and blood flowed down.

"Dong San!"

Chen Tongxuan walked with a dragon and tiger steps, with a mighty power. He looked at Dong San holding the saint's book and said aloud: "Dong San, go, there is only you, Dong San, the entire Dong family. If you leave, no one will stop you, I, Chen Tongxuan, said."

Chen Tongxuan and the Dong family have been confronted by decades. He doesn't know anyone who is a confrontation with the Dong family. However, there is only a gentleman. Dong San who is a gentleman is worthy of his high opinion. After decades of fighting, Dong San has no wronged soul in his hands. Chen Tongxuan cannot kill such a true gentleman, and he doesn't want such a person to be killed.

Dong San's face did not have the smile that was as beautiful as the spring breeze in the past, nor did he have any other impatient expressions. He was just plain, bowing to Chen Tongxuan and said, "Thank you, Alliance Leader Chen, but Dong San can take over this love but not. Today, I, Dong San, live and die with the Dong family!"

Chen Tongxuan felt very sorry, but he didn't persuade him too much. He knew that he had no intention of persuading him.

"kill!"

Suddenly, a horse trampled through the sky, and Princess Qinghe led the white horse army toward the Dong family's ancestral hall with blood. She had unparalleled fighting spirit and suppressed the world. Wherever she passed, she left a roll of blood.

"Boom"

Just as Princess Qinghe rushed over, a thunder explosion sounded, and lightning suddenly appeared in the sky, and a magic circle suddenly shaking from Fengling, suddenly rising from all directions, like a pillar of the sky, reaching the sky, with bright light.

A voice sounded like a little blood in my Dong family, otherwise, today, I, Dong Tianfang, will die with you!"

The pillars of the sky rising from the ground of Fengling surrounded a huge magic circle. A stream of spiral energy rushed out, breaking the mountains and rivers, covering the sky and earth, and runes appeared one by one, from the sky to the ground, and then in the lightning and thunder.

"Dong Tianfang, you turtle shrank, are finally willing to come out!" Chen Tongxuan said coldly.

At this moment, a thin figure slowly walked out from under the ancestral hall with disheveled hair. It was Dong Tianfang, the ancestor of the Dong family. He was carrying a cauldron on his shoulder, and the blood inside was rolling, as if he was about to rush out at any time. It was obviously just a cauldron, but there was a momentum of a river breaking the dam.

Dong Tianfang raised his hand, like a demon god, mastering the void, and taking a step forward, extremely violent, and the thunder in the sky rumbled and rioted. He said in a deep voice: "You should know what formation this is."

"The blood array of the Taohua Sect sacrifices to heaven!" Samantabhadra's face was a little bad, he clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, Master Dong, you have become a demon, why not put down your butcher's knife? Why do you have to commit so many murderous crimes in vain!"

Dong Tianfang did not have a verbal dispute with Samantabhadra, but said coldly: "Since you know that this is the blood sacrifice array of heaven, you should know how terrifying this array is. You should not forget it when the Peach Blossom Sect destroyed a city."

"Hmph," Chen Tong looked at Dong Tianfang and laughed: "What, Dong Tianfang, do you think that just this breaking the formation can kill us?"

Dong Tianfang shook his head and said, "Of course it is impossible to kill you, Chen Tongxuan, but don't forget, how many disciples of your World Alliance, how many Buddhist disciples, and the White Horse Army are there? If I release this formation, how many people do you think can escape?"

"Amitabha," Samantabhadra asked, "Don, tell me your purpose directly!"

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Chapter completed!