Mrs. Tao could not bear the humiliation, and after she showed her ambition by her death, the monk was also very furious.

When monks practice Taoism and achieve immortality, things that men and women love each other are often just a kind of fun. Mrs. Tao, who was already half old, could not get into the eyes of the monk, but it was just because her old love many years ago was touching the scene. Unexpectedly, this woman committed suicide by being so ungrateful.

As Tao Qianwen's parents and children arrived, the monk who was angry was extremely fierce and actually killed all six people from the Tao family, two or three servants.

Tao Qianwen, who was sobering up and returned home, opened the door and saw a tragic hell, and his mind immediately collapsed.

After such a disaster, this scholar who was successful and successful in life was full of hatred and anger, he had nowhere to vent his anger, but even so, he never committed a crime of killing. Later, he found an old monk who was proficient in fortune-telling, and after some deduction, he finally found the identity of the real murderer.

Later, this scholar whose heart demon covered the sage and literary heart was slaughtered. He slaughtered the incomparable sect. At that time, he was only at the peak of Nascent Soul cultivation and was almost dead and alive under the siege of several elders of the other sect.

However, after trying hard to survive, he killed all the younger generation of the sect after several sneak attacks.

He committed such a murderous crime and had no background protection, so he became a sinner of the Confucian sect and a public enemy on the mountain. In order to save his life in cultivation, he came to Bingyuanzhou by chance and entered the Demon Palace.

A scholar who thought he was so elegant, profound in knowledge and outstanding in talent still won recognition and respect even in places like the Demon Palace. And the big demon who brought him into his command was quite respectful to him, otherwise he would not have been introduced to deal with Zhuo Yuming.

Tao Qianwen's cultivation is no different from the knowledge he has learned from studying. It is all accumulated step by step and is extremely solid.

Zhuo Yuming's Eight Desolate God-killing Sword and Shenxiao Thunder Technique made a move, but he waved his sleeves and broke up in slight relief.

The blue shirt suddenly disappeared from the spot. Zhuo Yuming was shocked and quickly activated his spiritual power and pushed his hands to both sides. The vast aura was like a sea of ​​rushing overwhelming, squeezing from the left and right sides. A huge golden text appeared in him in all directions, surrounding Zhuo Yuming in the center.

Tao Qianwen's sleeves were floating, and the power of mountains and rivers was added to the text, squeezing towards the white clothes in the middle.

Zhuo Yuming's spiritual power was swelling and his clothes were fluttering.

Although he did not give his all, he obviously had a lot of effort to see the leisurely appearance of the Confucian scholar in blue.

Thunder raged, blowing all the golden words to pieces, Zhuo Yuming flew out and broke out of his shackles. But as soon as he flew into the air, another mountain hit him, and the rivers under his feet were flooding, and the sky was rising.

This Confucian scholar's methods are indeed good, and his every move is full of strange phenomena.

The Eight Desolate Divine Killing Sword activates with all its strength, and the green light flashes, destroying mountains and breaking mountains and rivers and breaking the flow.

Two figures, one green and one white, flashed in the air, floating in a vague manner. The sword energy and the thunder lightning and the grand aura were mixed with each other, and the collision was fierce. Under the raging aura, the dust was stirred up, the forests were destroyed, and deep cracks were torn apart on the earth.

Everyone looked up at the sky, with solemn expressions.

One of these two people is hidden and the other is mysterious. When they fight, they are so magnificent. They are obviously the best in the same realm, with both first-class magic and magical powers and amazing powers.

The blue shirt suddenly shook and it was divided into three.

The three Tao Qianwen rushed out from three directions at the same time, all of which stretched out one hand and wanted to press Zhuo Yuming's head.

The vast spiritual power covered the sky and the earth, and actually blocked Zhuo Yuming's body, making him unable to avoid it at all. Tao Qianwen's body movement was erratic and difficult to find, and he appeared beside Zhuo Yuming in an instant, pressing his three hands on his heavenly spirit, Qihai, and back heart.

Three key acupoints were charged, and three vast spiritual powers surged in a raging way. In an instant, Zhuo Yuming's limbs and bones were blocked, and all the spiritual power in his body stagnated and could not flow.

Immediately afterwards, a white robbery broke into an uproar, turning into thunder and lightning, and exploded with a bang.

Two of the blue robes were struck by thunder and dissipated instantly. Tao Qianwen's true body had already retreated and retreated and landed in the distance.

The scholar in green clothes raised his head and looked at the real body of white clothes in the distance, calming down.

Zhuo Yuming, who used the thunder escape as bait, saw that the other party was not hurt at all, couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The scholar in the Demon Palace couldn't help but have a profound cultivation and reacted very quickly, and he actually saw through his own false moves at first glance.

Zhuo Yuming was not discouraged when his abacus failed. As his spiritual power was circulating, another golden lightning struck down.

Tao Qianwen dispelled the lightning light, his sleeves swayed, and suddenly a strong wind broke out on the top of the mountain.

A fierce wind swept over and roared continuously. Some Demon Palace Sect members with low cultivation even felt that it was difficult to stand firm. If they did not grasp their companions with high cultivation, they would probably be swept up by the wind. Zhuo Yuming, who was at the forefront of the storm, did not move, but just opened up his spiritual power, stabilized his body, and was in the strong wind.

The dense wind blades were hidden in the storm. Zhuo Yuming sacrificed the Haotian Mirror, and the silver light spread out, setting up a barrier in front of him.

Countless wind blades slashed against the barrier of the Taichu Divine Light, endlessly.

At first, the wind blade fell, and the silver light did not fluctuate at all, but the subsequent wind blade became stronger and stronger and more fierce, and it slashed on the silver light screen and even began to splash ripples. Later, the silver light screen oscillation became more and more intense, and even cracks were cut. However, the Haotian Mirror's restriction was extremely strong, and the cracks appeared, and silver light would immediately spread, and it would be filled with the stitching.

Tao Qianwen closed his hands and pulled them horizontally, and a green wind blade condensed into shape in his hand.

Zhuo Yuming, behind the silver light barrier, formed seals with his hands, and the five-colored lightning lingered in waves of thunder.

A woman in a long moon-white dress looked at the confrontation with a look of worry in her eyes.

"Uncle Sui, how do you think about the outcome of this game?"

The worried woman couldn't help but speak and asked the old man in black behind her. In her perception, the magic power accumulated in the hands of the two was extremely amazing, but once they hit, she really didn't dare to predict who would win.

The old man in black standing behind him still had a cold look on his face. When he heard the woman ask, his lips and teeth remained moving, but he just sent a message with his true energy: "It's hard to say, it seems to be half a pound. Miss, don't worry, that boy Zhuo's thunder technique is very domineering, and the nerd may not be able to catch it."

The relationship between Sui and Jin dynasties and Tao Qianwen is quite good. This ninth-rank martial artist has always been generous to scholars in the world.

After thinking for a moment, Sui Jin said again: "Miss, you really have to remember the nerd. He probably didn't want to live and die with Boy Zhuo, and he has never sacrificed his natal magic weapon until now. This battle is considered to be a concession."

Shu Jinran nodded when he heard this.

Indeed, Zhuo Yuming had already sacrificed the Haotian Mirror, but Tao Qianwen was always fighting against the enemy with no hands. There was no decent magic weapon for the Guizang Realm cultivator.
Chapter completed!