Uncle Bilian.
As Zhang Yunxi's name came out, all the black mist fluctuated violently.
Obviously, those Venerables who were hiding in the black mist were extremely disturbed.
"It's a variant of the seventh-grade good luck blue lotus, the blue sky lotus."
"Could it be Bilian Tianzun Chu Longhe, retreat quickly!"
The black mist exploded in an instant, and many venerables turned into swift shadows and fled in all directions.
Because they knew very well what the blue lotus in front of them represented.
That is known as one of the most annoying masters in the entire Eastern Wilderness!
The strong in the Nascent Soul stage are extremely fast, and they are already far away in an instant.
However, at this moment, a chuckle sounded in the void.
"Dare to touch my niece and niece, all of you still want to run away?"
As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen flames suddenly shot out from the blue lotus.
Those flames have the color of jasper, crystal clear and beautiful.
They cut through the sky suddenly and shot towards the black mist.
Within a few breaths, all the black mist caught up.
…
The blue flame exploded suddenly, igniting and covering the black mist.
Suddenly, there were bursts of shrill screams in the black mist.
In an instant, all the black mist burned, and the venerable in the mist was completely burned to ashes.
Then those blue flames swept the storage rings and flew back backwards.
All the flames gathered together and gradually turned into a figure.
The man appeared in front of everyone, he was an old Taoist priest.
I saw him with white hair and childlike face, wearing gossip fairy clothes.
With a warm smile on his face, he looked like a true immortal.
Of course, if he didn't wear full storage rings on his hands.
The persona of this worldly expert can be made more realistic.
Seeing this old Taoist priest, Zhang Yunxi was relieved.
Although the uncle in front of him is notoriously out of control.
However, it has to be admitted that its strength is at the top level even in the entire Holy Land.
With him here, Shen Xiao Long Hu Pei is finally safe.
The old Taoist figure flashed, and he came to Zhang Yunxi's side in an instant.
He kicked it out: "Xi'er, don't be afraid, this chicken can't hurt you."
…
boom!
The old Taoist's kick didn't seem mysterious, but it was terrifyingly powerful.
He kicked the golden-winged roc eagle's wings, and it flew hundreds of feet away.
The golden peng feathers were stained with red-gold blood, floating down in the sky one by one.
The golden-winged roc eagle's eyes were full of shock and fear: "How is this possible!"
It should be known that the Golden Winged Roc Eagle Clan has three powerful killers.
One is their sharp claws, which can tear apart the void.
The second is their sharp beaks, which can pierce through everything.
The third is their wings, which possess the world's fastest speed.
Moreover, the wings of the golden-winged roc eagle also have powerful attack power.
Their wings are covered with feathers that are harder than black iron, like a peerless sword.
In battle, the wings of the golden-winged roc can be used as swords.
Even in the inheritance of the Peng Clan, there is also a sword technique performed with wings - Tianpeng Nine Slashes.
This is a pair of big killers that are invincible.
But at this moment, its wings were kicked apart by a human monk.
This is simply a great humiliation to the noble Golden Winged Roc Eagle Clan!
…
"Human, you pissed me off!"
"You will be the first strong man in the transformation stage to kill since this king came to the Eastern Wasteland!"
"Look at my first cut of Tianpeng's Nine Slashes - Slashing Mountains and Rivers!"
The golden-winged roc eagle flew up in anger, and its huge body burst into glory.
A huge divine blade with a length of hundreds of feet appeared in the void and struck towards the old Taoist priest.
Wherever the knife crossed, even the void was shattering.
Just like the name of this knife, cut mountains and rivers.
If you can practice this move to the extreme, you will definitely be able to smash mountains and rivers with one blow!
The old Taoist looked at the huge golden-winged roc eagle in the sky with a solemn expression.
"It turned out to be the royal family of the Peng family in Southern Xinjiang, the golden-winged roc."
"What should I do with such good ingredients!"
"It's really giving me a headache!"
"Forget it, grab it first!"
…
Taking a deep breath, the old Taoist rolled up his sleeves eagerly.
He stared at the golden-winged roc eagle in front of him, and suddenly stretched out his right hand towards the sky.
"Look at my supernatural power of firewood training-the big handprint of catching chickens!"
After saying a word, I saw that the void above the layer of clouds began to distort.
The golden-winged roc eagle, which is tens of feet long, is shrinking rapidly.
"No, how is it possible, old Taoist priest, you actually know space supernatural powers, Qingtian Mahamudra!"
The golden-winged roc eagle's eyes were full of shock and horror, and it felt that it had encountered a stubble.
The old Taoist licked his lips, but his right hand was still slowly stretching forward.
He curled his lips: "What Qingtian big handprint, this move is called chicken catch big handprint."
"Golden-winged chick, you'd better let me come here!"
After saying a word, his five fingers on his right hand snapped together.
Suddenly, that side of the void quickly condensed.
The golden-winged roc was compressed to about one foot.
It seems that it is really the same size as an ordinary domestic rooster.
In the sealed void, the Golden Winged Penguin was struggling constantly.
Its voice was extremely sharp: "Nonsense, this is obviously Qingtian Mahamudra!"
The old Taoist curled his lips: "You are a dying chicken, why fight so much?"
…
After finishing speaking, the old Taoist untied a golden iron rod from his back.
He looked at the golden-winged roc eagle, as if studying how to cook the ingredients.
Immediately, the golden-winged roc panicked: "How dare you kill this king, this king is the son of the third elder of the Peng clan."
"If you kill me, my father will definitely not let you go!"
The old Taoist was taken aback for a moment, with a worried expression on his face: "Your father, how old is he?"
The golden-winged roc eagle snorted coldly: "My father is five thousand years old, half of his foot has stepped into the realm of saints."
"If you dare to hurt this king, aren't you afraid of provoking a war between the Peng Clan and the Holy Land of God?"
The old Taoist was thoughtful: "I'm afraid the meat of a five thousand-year-old chicken is not tender!"
"Hey, it seems that when your father comes to the door, it can only be used to make soup."
The golden-winged roc eagle froze for a moment, its golden wings suddenly stood upside down, furious.
This traitor, this lunatic, actually wanted to arrest his father to make soup together!
Before its accusation could be issued, it turned into deep panic.
Because the old Taoist priest had already come over with that stick.
He grabbed the golden-winged roc eagle and turned it over.
Then, the long golden stick suddenly stabbed at the golden-winged roc's lower body.
The old Taoist: "You are quite tender, bear the pain."
Golden-winged roc eagle: "Don't, don't, ah!"
…
Hey!
The horrific cry of the Peng resounded between the heavens and the earth, and then stopped abruptly.
The old Taoist turned the grill while grilling the big carving with a green flame.
He glanced at the surrounding void, smiled and said: "For the sake of you not making a move."
"Everyone leaves 1 million spirit stones, old Daoist, I can let you go without blaming the past."
"Otherwise, Old Daoist, I'd just tear open the space and ask you for it."
As soon as the words fell, I saw the void around me cracking, and it started to rain.
The green and shiny Lingshi rain looks extremely gorgeous!
(end of this chapter)