Xianbang

"I, Guo Yi, spent half my life in a romantic life, wandering around the flower field, only loving romantic and beautiful women, whoever stops me from seeking pleasure, die!"

Guo Yi was still standing outside the palace, when a bold and unruly voice came from inside, but the voice sounded a bit sissy, obviously this guy must be a little boy.

Whoever tarnishes my reputation dies!

If you catch this guy, you must beat him up!Guo Yi thought so in his heart.

"When you are young, you must have all the fun, don't be sad when you are old. Throw away hundreds of thousands of money, and embrace thousands of beauties alone!"

The counterfeit Guo Yi actually started to recite poems. He was so proud and mighty that he could swallow mountains and rivers with arrogance, which made all the monks who heard outside frightened away, and no one dared to break in for a while.

The fake Guo Yi's fierce reputation is too strong. In the past half month, he has killed more than 20 Taoist-level powerhouses, and each of them is a fierce god.

But when the fierce god met the Yin thief, they all died!

What's more, this "Guo Yin thief" still holds an ancient evil weapon like the shackles in purgatory. Whoever disturbs his happiness at this time will probably become the next person to be strangled to death.

This is a palace in the center of the Huaxin Building. The pillars are made of gold, the walls are piled up with spiritual jade, the beams are made of blood-red iron, and the tiles are covered with jade glaze. Some palaces and spirit halls are magnificent.

From time to time in the palace, there would be the rhetoric of the fake Guo Yi, the laughter of countless women, the music of silk and bamboo orchestras, and you could faintly see the butterflies dancing inside through the gate.

This is simply a forest of wine and meat, envious of others.

"Damn it, this naughty thief knows how to enjoy it too much, and he's not afraid of kidney failure." A monk scolded.

"There is a problem with his style of life, and he must be taught a good lesson today."

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Everyone surrounded the palace, and no one dared to break in. Even those senior experts in the Twelve Ancient Daoist Temple were a little hesitant at this time. After all, the shackles in Purgatory are ancient fierce gods. Bing, the prestige is too scary.

"Where is the second floor of Hua?" Guo Yi asked.

The jade beauty walked slowly, with a smile on her face, pointed to the palace, and said: "I was dragged in by that fake Guo Yi, and now I am still kneeling on the ground to repent."

Yumei was extremely clever and knew how to calculate, and calculated the scene in the palace, so she knew that Hua Erlou was kneeling in the palace at this time.

"Repent?" Guo Yi was surprised.

Yumei smiled and said: "That fat man admitted the wrong person, and even went to take off the fake Guo Yi's clothes to check his body structure. Naturally, he was severely beaten. He must have knelt for half an hour now."

Guo Yi was silent, thinking to himself, it turns out that Hua Erlou is not a timid person, but he dared to take off the fake Guo Yi's clothes. This courage has surpassed those Taoist masters in the Twelve Ancient Daoist Temple.

If the counterfeit Guo Yi can provoke Black Phantom to fight against him, then his combat power must be extraordinary, maybe even stronger than Guo Yi himself.

"Listen inside, you are already surrounded, honestly hand over the shackles in purgatory, maybe your Grandpa Lover can spare your life."

Mo Wen found a huge loudspeaker from nowhere, stood on the bluestone square, and shouted into the palace.

"Where did you come from? I, Guo Yi, am the saint of love. You dare to compete with me for the name. You are not small. Look at me!"

A golden finger sword flew out from the palace, causing thousands of sword shadows to stab at Mo Wen like a meteor shower. The speed was extremely fast, the sword energy was boundless, and it slammed into Mo Wen's body. He was blasted out and made a big hole in the ground.

This sword is quite sharp, if it wasn't for the fan of the ancient sacred artifact in his hand to block the sword energy, I'm afraid he would be pierced into a sieve by now.

Guo Yi exclaimed: "Buying Tian Sword, the first sword tactic, one finger Zang Tian! Could it be that he is really Guo Yi? Bah, I am Guo Yi, he is a counterfeit."

To use the Heaven Burying Sword Art, one must have the Heaven Burying Sword. Does this fake Guo Yi also have a Heaven Burying Sword in his hand?

"I'm vulnerable, yet I still dare to pretend to be a lover, haha! I, Guo Yi, have countless royal daughters, masters in the field of flowers, and people among gods, so I can be regarded as the real lover." A hearty laugh came from the palace.

Even Guo Yi felt that this impostor was too shameless, and planned to enter the palace to find out this bastard.

But there was another person who took a step ahead of him. It was Mu Chengfeng, the ancient Taoist elder in Qinghun Dojo. He was very angry tonight and planned to find someone to vent his anger on.

Mu Chengfeng knew that "Guo Yi" was not easy to mess with, so he had already activated the bronze tripod in his hand in advance. This is a Taoist royal weapon, which is enough to deal with all crises. Even if the shackles in purgatory fly out, he has confidence knock it back.

"The thief Guo Yin came out to die. You killed my senior brother and occupied my senior brother's Taoist companion. It is a heinous crime, and the anger of both humans and gods." Mu Chengfeng roared angrily.

This was originally a big scandal in the Qinghun Dojo, but Mu Chengfeng made it public in order to appeal to more monks to encircle and suppress "Guo Yi" together.

Mu Chengfeng's senior brother is also a great cultivator, he has reached the peak of the Taoist second path, and he is only one step away from entering the realm of the ancient Taoist master.

After this matter was told, many people felt angry: "This Guo Yin thief is too insignificant. He actually committed murder and took his wife. He is simply the Taoist priest of the world's number one dojo, and he can be called the number one cancer in the world of cultivating immortals." .”

"Quality problem!" Some elders also shook their heads and sighed.

Being scolded too much by these people, even Guo Yi himself felt that he had really done a lot of heinous things.

The counterfeit Guo Yi snorted coldly from the palace: "Who is the heinous one? Your brother Xie Huayu robbed the Seventh Girl from Sakura City and locked them in the ancient cave for 300 years for your brother to have fun with. You two old guys They are all beasts, this is what makes people and gods angry, it was your luck that I didn't meet you last time, this time it happened to cut off your head and give it to my seventh girl."

"You, you are talking nonsense."

As soon as the counterfeit Guo Yi's words came out, there was a lot of booing immediately, and many people looked at Mu Chengfeng with amused eyes.

"The sixth sword of the Burial Heaven Sword Art, the sword pierces the sky."

In the palace, a sharp sword glow flew out and turned into a ten thousand zhang divine sword. It was cut down from the sky, and the sword split the Taoist king weapon sacrificed by Mu Chengfeng into two halves, turning it into a ground of broken iron.

"Why is his Zangtian Sword Art so powerful? Is it because his cultivation level is higher than mine?" Guo Yi thought that with his current cultivation level, he would not be able to hurt Dao with the sixth Zuntian Sword Art. The slightest bit of the king's weapon.

There are only two reasons, one is that the counterfeit Guo Yi's cultivation level is much higher than his own; the other is that his Zongtian Sword Art is of a higher level.

Is there really a burial sword?

One sword cut all the Taoist king's weapons into pieces. The cultivation of "Guo Yi" is too terrifying. Either he has a peerless magic weapon in his hands, or his cultivation is unparalleled, and he can have the strength to challenge the son of the holy religion.

"This Guo Yi really deserves to be the Daoist of the world's number one dojo. His cultivation level is enough to dominate the younger generation. No wonder he is so arrogant."

"In the capital of the emperor, he was able to stand alone against one hundred thousand immortal troops and kill half of them. The rumors are indeed true!"

"Guo Yi"'s cultivation far exceeded Mu Chengfeng's estimation. He opened the door of the void with one finger, intending to escape by taking the road of the void.

The road to the void is the fastest. Once you enter the void, it is difficult to be caught up again.

Mu Chengfeng stepped on the road to the void, the gates of the void had been closed, but an invisible gas swayed from the palace, and the gate of the void was suddenly knocked open again, Mu Chengfeng held the gate with both hands The neck, struggling desperately, seemed to be strangled by something invisible, and flew off the ground.

This scene is too weird, the gate of the void has been closed, but it was knocked open by a gust of wind, and there is nothing on Mu Chengfeng's neck, but it seems to be strangled by invisible things, hanging in the palace. Constantly struggling on the pillar.

"Could this be the shackles in purgatory?" Guo Yi couldn't help swallowing.

Yumei shook her head and said: "This is just a 'shackle', there is no 'shackle'. If you wear a 'shackle', you can suppress all the monk's souls."

As if confirming her words, a bloody light flew out from the palace, pressing on Mu Chengfeng's head.

With the blood on his body, the Dao soul between his eyebrows was instantly shaken away, and the whole person was motionless, and the corpse was quietly hung on the golden pillar.

Silence, absolute silence!

Everyone was speechless, and felt a cold air rise from the soles of their feet and hit their foreheads. They were so shocked by this scene that they couldn't even breathe, and some timid people even passed out directly.

An ancient Taoist master was definitely a strong man of the older generation, but now he was suppressed to death so inexplicably, even his body was hung on a pillar.

This kind of strength can already go sideways in the world of cultivating immortals. The younger generation is enough to become king. Unless it is the Taoist king, it is possible to suppress it. If a generation of kings made a move, they would break the rules and be ruthlessly obliterated.

Of course, these people still don't know that Guo Yi in this palace is just a counterfeit.

At this time, Guo Yi was also feeling emotional, "This counterfeit product is definitely more authentic than the real one. If I tell these people now that I am Guo Yi, no one will believe it."

Guo Yi secretly calculated that if he used all the means, the possibility of defeating this counterfeit product would not exceed five levels. This person would be the number one enemy he encountered after breaking through the Taoist Realm.

The ancient Taoists from the remaining eleven ashrams surrounded them at the same time, stood outside the temple, and activated all the eleven pieces of Daozu King Artifacts at the same time. The sky above is like eleven suns shining in the sky.

They all saw that "Guo Yi" was not easy to mess with, and planned to join forces to suppress him.

Guo Yi smiled in his heart, "Fake! Fake! No matter how strong your cultivation is, if you meet eleven ancient Taoist masters, you will not be able to survive. Enemy!"

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