Anti-grave robbery: scare away Jin Xiaowei at the beginning

Chapter 498 Can you stand this palm with 30 years of skill?

The sound of the wind howled, and the furious thunder chased the wind.

In the sky, the purple-black thunder turned into a lightning-fast shock wave and roared away.

In the place where it passed, the ice and snow cracked, and black smoke visible to the naked eye burned out from the ground. The flames continued to burn on the surface. At first glance, it looked like a road to hell.

Amidst the wind, there was a faint sound.

"Junior Brother, how about this set of Thunderbolt Thousand Miles Divine Movement Technique?"

"Very powerful! Junior brother admires it."

"Is it just admiration? How do you think it compares with Taiyi's golden light?"

"This junior is not very clear. It is said that the golden light vertical technique was left by my apprentice Yin Xi."

"Hmph! You are submissive and have no self-confidence. How can you follow me through the rivers and lakes and spread Maoshan Daoism like this?! Lao Jiu, you have to remember that Maoshan is the only one in the world! All dharmas are unified, and Thunder is the only one! Think Back then, when I was in the rivers and lakes for my brother, Taiyi, Shaolin Zen, and Shamanism, whoever met me had to call Maoshan brother! The so-called golden light longitudinal technique has really been lost long ago, and now Taiyi will get some Things, only one of the Taishang Wangqing Sutra is true, and the rest are fake! However, when it comes to the Taishang Wangqing Sutra, this should not be underestimated. At the beginning, I was dissatisfied with my brother's mental state practice, and they counted it several times Dao, but later this little trick won't work..."

"Brother, don't blow it, you're going to hit the mountain!"

"Why didn't you remind me earlier!"

Boom! !
The sound shook the sky and the four fields were shaken.

A snow-capped rocky mountain was smashed into pieces, and the broken stones in the mountain rushed through the sky. For a time, dozens of houses felt weak in the earthquake, but they were able to stand firm.

"what happened!"

"Did they launch the attack?"

"It's time to be polite to those hunters, let's go!"

At this moment, outside the gap between landslides and ground cracks, two groups of people were disgraced by the sudden explosion, and each of them was on the verge of attacking their swords, and immediately started to fight!
On the right is a group of underhands, each dressed in worn animal skin soft armor and carrying a small bow, greeting from right to left, and one after another arrows land on the people on the opposite side who fall down one by one in response.

And the opposite side is also really powerful, densely packed with two rows of dark blue and pale-skinned walking corpses!

One by one, the walking corpses were wearing worn-out armor, their bodies were shabby, and no maggots could be seen under their foreheads.

Fortunately, it was the ice that froze us, turning our rotting corpses into pus and blood.

As soon as the bows and crossbows landed, these densely standing corpses fell slowly like harvesting wheat.

But what was even slower, these walking corpses who were already lying on the ground grabbed their companions who were already on the ground with a sudden grab.

Before the fallen companion got up, he pulled out the arrow under him suddenly, and then jumped out, heading towards the hunters to fight more ferociously.

And the more they fought, the more the undead soldiers became
For a while, the two sides fell into a state of confrontation, and no one could do anything.

At that moment, Brother Mao Shan who smashed the mountain climbed out from the mound.

Shi Jian patted the ashes under his body, and said, "You told him many times, the young man who cultivated Taoism for his brother, because of the long-term retreat, has appeared slight or lacking in aspects that ordinary people can achieve, such as direction and temper control. , he will always remind you that you are going to get lost or hit a tree, and then look at him, how did you become a junior?"

Lin Zhengying looked disheartened at the peaceful scene of fighting behind him, and murmured, "What's that for? Brother!"

Yi Feng glanced at the long face behind her, "Dou Zie!"

Yi Fenglian said, "You've heard of cockfighting, duckfighting, and corpse fighting."

"He's heard less about it." Shi Jian looked at the scene behind him, "It's shamanism, and I've seen it in some places later, but at least eight or seven of them can be recruited. Small scale, but less.”

Before the words fell, Zhu Shaohan was afraid of death in the battlefield, and the dead soldiers with bows and crossbows poked under him walked towards Lin Zhengying and Shi Jian.

Lin Zhengying looked at the rotting walking corpses in tattered battle armor, and waved his hand slowly. A golden light demon mirror was missing from his hand. The four hexagrams around the mirror were densely covered, and the golden light shone on the dead body behind his face. Soldier, Hu Sasha, the golden mirror is like a golden long sword, shuttles past the heart of the walking corpse at the back, and then passes through dozens of walking corpses densely in front of the back, and these walking corpses are shattered and exploded one by one. It's all over the sky.

Lin Zhengying shot through dozens of walking corpses with a mirror light, and he let out a cry, breaking the shamanism in his heart.

But to Lin Zhengying's surprise, these exploded corpses were miraculously recombined.

Yes!

Then, before the sound of dense knocking and bones colliding.

Rows of other corpse soldiers stood directly beside him, feeling cold and breathing the breath of corpses.

That made Yi Fenglian's eyes serious, "Evil barrier, dare you!"

Lin Zhengying's two fingers on his left hand swayed heavily!
The flames extinguished!

Lin Zhengying was about to cast a spell, but he kicked him in front of his back, "Grinding! When he finishes casting the spell, the other party will kill him!"

"Let you come!"

The white-robed Taoist priest Shi Jian kicked his junior brother away with one kick. The white-robed Taoist priest put his palms together, and streaks of blue-white lightning shot out from between his fingers. long hair.

Shi Jian became vigorous, indifferent, like the will of heaven and earth. At that moment, it was Shi Jian again, but a thunder god wrapped in thunder!
"Male shaman!"

"Give him a chance and get out!"

"Now, get out of here!"

However, there was a dead silence in the place facing him, only the dense corpse soldiers surrounded him!
"court death!"

The Taoist priest in white robe opened his hands, between the two palms, a struggling electric snake thunder dragon twisted wildly, the blue electric light distorted the surrounding air, ice and snow, vision, hearing!
Shi Jian in the middle of the lightning vortex yelled angrily, "Master Dao's palm has 80 years of skill! Can he stand it?"

Shi Jian screamed and pushed back with both hands, facing back is the simple and elegant Xiaohai Youquan style!
Pushing both palms horizontally, the Thunder Dragon Snake in the palm exploded violently, and exploded into a terrifying thunder storm impact area centered on Shi Jian!
The terrifying thunder radiated blue and white flames, and a tsunami of thunder tens of meters in height was blasted out, tearing away towards the surroundings in one go!

These corpse soldiers, under such a thunder and lightning punishment, were instantly separated from him!
At this moment, even the fourth uncle who is a disciple of Maoshan, even an old Taoist priest who is as young as beheading zombies, can't help but say, "There is a measure of heaven, do evil, do evil!"

The thunder and tsunami are still there!
On the other side, the white-robed Daoist Shi Jian turned into a thunderbolt!
One palm up!
Behind him, a stone pagoda covered in ice and snow split into pieces instantly!
In the stone tower, an angry voice came out, "Dare!"

"Dare?" Shi Jian roared angrily, "The Daoist Dao has less things to do!"

Ben Leizhang went up with a thunderbolt, and the light of the thunder scattered!
An old man with white hair and only half of his body in a strange mask was trembling in Shi Jian's palm.

The old man's white hair is flying!
The whole person stared at Shi Jian's thunder palm print, and said without thinking, "Seven Thunders of Maoshan!"

Shi Jian laughed and said, "You still have no knowledge!"

Before he finished speaking, Shi Jian slapped him with a palm!
boom!
This half-body poor shaman with white hair was blown up all over the sky by the terrifying Ben Lei's palm, and his soul was completely blown away!
"Hurry up!"

Lin Zhengying hurriedly chased after him, "Oh! Your senior brother! Why did he kill me!"

Yi Feng tidied up her sleeves, "He was killed, so he made a confession?"

Lin Zhengying explained, "That's right, senior brother, you still expect to know the whereabouts of Bai Yujing and others from me. He killed me, why are you continuing on your way!"

Yi Feng laughed hotly and said, "What base map do you need for that ruined place? What direction do you need? Is it just an ancient battlefield? The place where the world is full of evil spirits and the most murderous aura is the ancient battlefield!"

Shi Jian paced back and forth, walking towards the north in small steps, raising his hands while walking.

"Junior Brother, follow!"

"Walk to the end of that little wilderness with you!"

"You will take him to unravel the hypocritical mask of the gods!"

"See through the truth of the world!"

"Use Thunder to reshape his eight views!"

"Let power imbue his life!"

(End of this chapter)