The technique of time and space purgatory uses the power of time and space as the source of strangulation, assisting other rules.

The ultimate power is strong.

At this moment, this Kunpeng is in such a state, a powerful force soaring into the sky, constantly hovering around Xu Zimo.

Gradually, the power of time and space turned into spatial turbulence, roaring like a gust of wind.

The dense turbulence enveloped Xu Zimo.

The monster condensed by the old man Duobao's five beasts released Xu Zimo instantly, and his figure escaped directly into the void.

With the sound of Old Man Tianbao's soft drink.

"Strangulation."

I saw that the vast void where Xu Zimo was in collapsed directly into nothingness.

The strangulation is too powerful.

Even a strong Taoist can be strangled in it.

"It's over?" Many disciples muttered to themselves.

"It should be dead, Elder Sanbao has taken action. If he doesn't die, wouldn't he be slapped in the face," a disciple said tentatively.

But as soon as he said these words, it was as if he was really going to slap his face.

Only heard the sound of "Boom".

An explosion came from the other side of the void.

Everyone was shocked, and when they turned to look, they saw Xu Zimo raising his sword and killing the monster of Old Man Duobao.

"He's not dead," someone shouted.

"How is it possible, Kunpeng's time-space purgatory is unique, how could he survive, he used a demon method," some disciples couldn't believe it.

But it was true, Xu Zimo appeared intact and slashed at the monster without knowing when.

He didn't hesitate in the slightest.

No more water was released.

The sword's meaning is astonishing, and the light of the sword is like the waves of the majestic sea, one wave after another, endless and endless.

"Boom, boom, boom."

A knife fell, and the monster subconsciously resisted it with both hands.

Those hands were transformed by a demon dragon, the dragon roared, and the demonic energy rose.

However, Xu Zimo's sword is more domineering.

What about dragons, there are almost countless dragons that Lao Tzu has killed in his life.

"Boom".

The dragon's arms were cut off abruptly.

The monster roared in pain.

Xu Zimo didn't take a break, and he slashed again at the monster's legs.

His legs were made of blood unicorns.

The veins of the legs are like a river of blood.

It kicked towards Xu Zimo with one foot, and the smell of blood rushing towards his face was like a long river rushing toward him.

"Boom".

I have a knife to open the gate of heaven, cut through the nine secluded places, execute thousands of immortals, and destroy the great sun.

Knives cut the sky, unstoppable.

A knife fell, destroying the dead, the dam collapsed, and the blood unicorn's legs were cut off.

Xu Zimo turned around, then turned around again with a knife.

The head turned into a white tiger is roaring.

Unfortunately, they were all just helpless and furious, and cut off the head with one knife.

The last knife was to slash at the tortoise transformed by the ghost tortoise.

The tortoise's defense should be the strongest, even if Xu Zimo's knife fell, it resisted for a moment.

However, as the sword radiated into the sky, sparks flew everywhere, and the sword slashed the tortoise in half from top to bottom.

With a pile of broken copper and iron under his feet, Xu Zimo turned to face the crowd with a knife.

At this moment, the entire Pan Taoyuan was silent.

Only Elder Duobao pointed at Xu Zimo's right hand and shivered.

These five beast guardians cost him countless thoughts, and now they have been destroyed like this.

His heart aches like a drop of blood.

"Shuzi is hateful," he yelled.

"Old Man Duobao, I cast a line of cranes to help you," a soft shout came from not far away.

I saw the Elder Wuxu who had left before and returned.

This time, he was accompanied by an old man.

The old man had a childlike face, white beard like blood, his skin could be broken by blowing a bullet, and he was dressed in a gray Taoist robe.

With bright eyes, he held a white jade whisk.

When the old man arrived, the countless disciples present all knelt down and worshipped.

"I have seen Patriarch Baihe."

Even the three elders of Sanbao also greeted each other.

This is an astonishing thing.

You must know that the old man Tianbao, as the master of the treasure vein, his status and status are second only to that of the Queen Mother of the West, the ruler of Yaochi.

The master of the vein is already the best of the line.

But seeing this old man, he still regarded himself as a junior.

"It's bad," Wang Ya's sister and brother looked at each other, her expressions changed slightly.

They whispered to Xu Zimo: "Brother Xu, run quickly, the other party doesn't talk about martial arts, and even the old monsters from Zhuhe's lineage are invited."

"Old monster?" Xu Zimo narrowed his eyes slightly.

The other party did put some pressure on him.

Because the top of the old man's head, looming, there are three flowers gathering.

Gathering like clouds, the clouds rise and fall.

Misty, out of the dust, the appearance of an immortal.

In the place of the three flowers, there is a crane that is still dozing.

All this is not revealed, the old man in front of him is a three-flower powerhouse.

You must know that although Xu Zimo has bloomed two flowers, he still does not deviate from the category of Taoism.

Those who do not reach the Three Flowers cannot cultivate their souls.

That is to say, even if you are at the peak of Dao Fruit, you still cannot cultivate your soul.

And this old man's soul has undergone a transformation.

"Who is this person?"

Hearing Xu Zimo's question, Wang Ya hurriedly said in a low voice: "The founder of the mountain, the ancestor of casting cranes, is called Xianweng.

Sitting leisurely on the blue dragon and returning to Ziji, I like to ride the white crane down to Kunlun.

This fairy godmother belongs to the same era as our plant-like Master Halloween.

At the beginning, there were three disciples under this Immortal Weng's seat.

One of them is the Patriarch Baihe. "

Hearing this, Xu Zimo already had a basic understanding.

The age of Patriarch Bai He was placed there. Whether it is strength or seniority, it is estimated that many people in Yaochi are not as tall as him.

Patriarch Baihe belongs to the oldest group of people in the caster lineage.

"Get up," Patriarch Baihe raised his hand and his eyes fell on Xu Zimo.

He said lightly, "Young man, the killing is too heavy."

"Why, you want to save me?" Xu Zimo said with a smile.

"I won't hurt you, Yaochi has the rules of Yaochi, you can deal with it as you want," said Patriarch Baihe.

"But if you resist, everything will be another matter.

I believe you are smart people. "

"I'm a smart person, but you all seem to be idiots," Xu Zimo replied.

"If that's the case, then there's nothing to say," Patriarch Bai He waved his hand.

The powerful momentum is like a violent storm, blowing towards the face.

The expressions of everyone present changed.

The power of the three-flower powerhouse is indeed moving.

"Patriarch Baihe, this is a misunderstanding," Wang Ya shouted from the side.

However, her words were interrupted immediately.

"You are also a disciple of Yaochi, and you are actually facing outsiders, and Yaochi will punish you for this.

You step away now.

Otherwise, don't blame us for showing no mercy. "

Wang Ya shook her head, she firmly stood in front of Xu Zimo and did not want to let go.

Patriarch Baihe snorted coldly, without showing any mercy, and slapped it with a huge palm.

At this moment, a big tree grew out of the land where Wang Ya was standing.

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