"boom"
A strong explosion sounded, and then the bottom of the Death Canyon revealed a hole with a height of several feet. The mouth of the hole was slowly creeping like the mouth of a beast, and then there was a tendency to close again.
Brother Mao pushed his hands together, the law of space was released, the chaotic light flashed, and the cave entrance was immediately stabilized.
Brother Mao took the lead in lasing towards the space inside the cave, Wuyou Yinfang clenched, and followed closely behind.
"Swish swish"
With a few cracks in the air, a dozen young people wearing black costumes and showing evil expressions flew in.
"Who is so bold, dare to break into my Profound Yin Sect?"
"Boom boom boom..."
Brother Mao didn't talk nonsense, waved his palm, and suddenly the heads of a dozen young people burst into pieces.
A cultivator will not attack his head unless he is an assassin. Once the head is blown, the souls, gold cores, etc. in the head are all scrapped. It can be said that the soul is scattered, and there is no reincarnation at all. Possibility to rebuild.
With a wave of his hand, Brother Mao smashed all the dozens of Xuan Yin Sect's disciples, and he could imagine the extent of his anger.
More than a dozen Xuan Yin disciples died, and the sky-shaking sirens suddenly sounded, and the entire space was suddenly sensational.
At this time, Brother Mao looked at this small world, and saw that this small world was vast and boundless, with small bridges, flowing water, pavilions, and exotic flowers and grasses all over the mountains, and exotic animals running everywhere.
Thousands of miles away, a thousand-foot-high stone tower stands in the middle of the small world, and the stone tower has a strong atmosphere of primitive vicissitudes.
"Brother Mao, the big thing is not good, there is a very scary existence under that stone tower!"
At this time, the little old man in Chaos Space suddenly issued a warning to Brother Mao.
"Yep?"
Brother Mao frowned and said, "What kind of existence does it make you so jealous?"
Without waiting for the little old man's answer, a dozen powerful men flew out of the stone tower, leading tens of thousands of Xuanyin disciples to shoot.
Before anyone arrived, the roar came over.
"Who would dare to destroy my Xuanyin Religious Mountain Gate?"
Brother Mao curled his lips in disdain, and muttered, "Why do these idiots say the same thing!"
Brother Mao grabbed the handle of the Chaos Knife, held the Chaos Knife on his shoulders, and quietly looked at the powerful Profound Yin Sects who rushed over.
Wuyou's eyes were red, and she glared at those people, her body trembling constantly because of her anger.
Especially at the front of the crowd, the skinny, white-haired, red-faced Xuanyin Sanren, at that time was even more molested with Wuyou, claiming to let Wuyou serve him.
Xuanyin Sanren and a dozen powerful Xuanyin sect leaders led their disciples to stand in front of Brother Mao and Wuyou.
Xuan Yin Sanren didn't go to see Brother Mao, but looked at Wuxian who was glamorous and incomprehensible.
"Worry-free fairy!"
Xuanyin Sanren was filled with worry-free, delicate bodies, and asked, "Have you already considered it?"
Hearing this, Wuyou was immediately embarrassed and indignant, and the fingers holding the Tai Chi Sword turned pale.
Brother Mao felt the worry-free abnormality. He stretched out his arm to put the beautiful body of the worry-free in his arms, and asked softly: "Fairy Wuyou, why is it so angry?"
Worry-free eyes stared at Xuan Yin Sanren, gritted his teeth and said: "I will crush his body forever, suppress it forever, and endure the pain of burning flames day and night!"
Being able to make Wuyou say such vicious words shows how strong Wuyou hates Xuanyin Sanren.
After listening to Wuyou's words, Brother Mao said faintly: "A little bit of things, why don't Fairy Wuyou do it yourself, and you can do it for your husband!" As he said, he kissed Wuyou lightly on the smooth forehead.
"Boy, let go of the worry-free fairy, this seat can spare you not to die!"
Xuanyin Sanren watched Brother Mao hugging her worry-free body and kissing her forehead, suddenly mad with jealousy, gritted his teeth and yelled.
Brother Mao let go of his worry-free body, turned to look at Xuan Yin Sanren, and said faintly: "Are you Xuan Yin Sanren?"
"Hahahaha"
Xuanyin Sanren laughed and said, "Count your acquaintances, and quickly abandon your cultivation skills, leave the worry-free fairy, and get out by yourself!"
Brother Mao yawned and said, "My wife said, I want you to peel off your skin, tear your bones, pull out your soul, and endure the flames forever. Do you have any comments?"
"Wow!"
Hearing this, Xuan Yin immediately became angry with one Buddha, and the second Buddha was born. He ordered the strong Xuan Yin sect behind him: "Quickly capture this monk, this seat will let him know the fate of offending me!"
Hearing Xuan Yin's orders, all the Xuan Yin Sect disciples pulled out their weapons and rushed towards Brother Mao with a roar.
Brother Mao shook his head and said, "It's all miscellaneous fish, it's not worth my hands. Xiaolong will leave it to you!"
As soon as Brother Mao's voice fell, the little dragon flew out of the sleeves of his robe, his body transformed into a size of hundreds of meters, and Long Yin flew towards the Xuan Yin disciples who rushed over.
"what!"
"help me!"
"What the hell is this?"
……
The little dragon drilled around in the crowd, but whenever someone was touched by him, a raging flame would ignite immediately.
The screams came and went one after another, and in the blink of an eye, thousands of Xuan Yin disciples were burned into nothingness in the screams, and even the soul did not escape.
The remaining Xuan Yin disciples were shocked, and backed one after another.
Brother Mao took the dragon back, and the dragon hovered and danced over the heads of Brother Mao and Wenqing. The dragons roared in waves, domineering and awe-inspiring.
Seeing thousands of disciples burned to death, Xuan Yin scattered people's hearts, these disciples were all elite disciples of the Xuan Yin Sect who spent countless resources.
Xuanyin Sanren suddenly became furious, and shouted: "Kid die!" As he stretched out his palm, a small bronze bell with the size of a palm appeared in his hand, and then he chanted a spell.
I saw that the small bronze bell grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it became a person tall in the blink of an eye, and Xuanyin San's man held the bronze bell in his hands and slammed it towards Brother Mao.
Seeing the thin and dry Xuanyin Sanren holding a bronze bell that was twice as tall as him, Brother Mao was immediately dumbfounded. This old guy is so powerful that he is not afraid of being crushed by the bronze bell
Thinking of this, Brother Mao shouted at Xuanyin Sanren: "Old Xuanyin ghost, can you move it? It depends on you, so let me take it for you!"
"puff"
Hearing the words of Brother Mao, Xuanyin Sanren suddenly spewed a gulp of blood. This clock is called Luopao Zhong. It is a low-grade spirit treasure. It suppresses the fortune of Xuanyin Cult. The strength of Xuanyin Sanren cannot be used at all. He could barely use it by offering his life force. This was so, it was still very difficult. Now that he is disturbed by Brother Mao, his mind is immediately damaged.
Brother Mao didn't know the Luopo clock at all, but thought this clock was a good thing.
"Falling Bell!"
At this time, the little old man excitedly transmitted the voice to Brother Mao: "Looping Bell, the low-grade Lingbao, is a sage of the Shang Qing, Lingbao Tianzun, and the thing of the Tongtian leader, I don't know why it will end here!"
"Falling bells, you can drop people's souls, it's extremely powerful!"
"Don't talk so much nonsense, is this down and down clock useful to you?" ()