The Return of the Immortal of the City

Chapter 818 How Do You Want To Die?
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To be called the Lord of the Temple is naturally a superior existence.

Even if those western practitioners shouted evil dragons, and even those eastern practitioners were shocked and cheered, "Dragon clan, ancient blue dragon", the expression of the Lord Hall Master did not fluctuate from beginning to end.

He didn't even take a look at the thousand-foot-high black dragon in the sky.

The strong should have the pride of the strong.

He is the master of the temple, the leader of the entire Western cultivation world, and even the strongest among Western practitioners; if an ancient blue dragon can shock him.

The Lord Lord of the Palace felt a little out of place.

Seeing the huge black dragon with its mouth wide open, roaring and winding towards it, the Palace Master stretched out his hand expressionlessly to grab it.

In the sky, there seemed to be an extra arm suddenly, with five fingers spread out, as if to cover the sky.

The arm looks like it is made of clouds and mist, but it is actually made of holy radiance.

Bright in white, but powerful in coercion.

The oriental cultivators below immediately felt the shocking coercion, and their faces turned pale.

Even those with poor cultivation directly opened their mouths to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Even Murong Jingqi was clutching her chest, her delicate body trembling unceasingly; Luo Xue beside Gu Bei, although she felt the strong coercion coming from that arm, even her cold and pretty face trembled unconsciously, but But his body remained motionless, and he stood abruptly beside Gu Bei.

The know-it-all in the distance casually slapped Zhao Bailing beside him with a handprint, and the uncomfortable expression on Zhao Bailing's immature face improved slightly.

"Grandpa, who is that man? It seems quite powerful!"

Zhao Bailing asked innocently.

Wanshitong looked at the arm in the sky, and a special brilliance bloomed in his deep pupils: "That is also the overlord!"

Master of all things had to admit that the cultivation of the master of the temple was indeed outrageously powerful.

Even he felt a palpitation.

The tyrannical level of the master of this temple is no less than the master of the Feixian Temple he saw on the Feixian Continent, even the master of the Ghost Sect, the master of the Wushen Temple.

The big hand spread its five fingers, and suddenly grabbed the Qianzhanglong body.

The big hand seemed slow, but the thousand-foot-long dragon seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible force of rules. Its body twisted, but it couldn't fly away.

The huge waist was just grabbed by the even bigger palm.

The giant dragon raised its head to the sky and let out an angry roar, its huge dragon head suddenly turned around, and was about to tear and bite the big hand.

I saw the big hand grabbing the dragon's body and flicking it to the distance.

As if throwing away an inconspicuous little thing, the thousand-foot black dragon was thrown far away by that big hand.

I don't know how far the thousand-foot dragon was thrown, and the void was shattered. The dragon's roar shook the sky, with anger, severe pain, and awe-inspiring fighting spirit.

The thousand-foot-long dragon meanders along, soaring through the clouds and riding the fog. A few twists and turns have appeared before the huge palm hundreds of feet away, and the terrifying dragon head suddenly raised its head and roared:
"Ow~~"

The dragon's chant shook the heaven and earth, and all living beings felt the power of the dragon, and they were filled with dread.

A tsunami even rose directly on the sea, and the huge waves were extremely high.

With a move of flood dragon playing in the water, a tsunami roared towards that big hand. .

The big hand just put all five fingers together, and suddenly slapped it towards the tsunami, there was no booming sound, no violent waves churning.

Only the holy white light seemed to gently caress the tsunami and calm its anger.

In an instant, the tsunami fell back to the surface of the sea, and everything returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

All the oriental practitioners present were astonished as heavenly beings: Ge Laozi, this f*cking master of the temple is also a bit exaggerated.

Those people in the floating temple cheered loudly.

The right protector, shrouded in holy radiance, showed respect and admiration in his eyes, extremely pious.

But even though the two attacks failed to do anything to the master of the temple, the thousand-foot black dragon that Long You transformed into still had no intention of stopping.

The dragon's head roared to the sky, and the dragon's beard fluttered.

The huge mouth opened, the dragon's breath spewed out, and a red long sword spewed out from the dragon's mouth.

The long sword is like blood, and the bloody yin and gloom of the sword is lingering, but it carries an endless killing atmosphere, which makes people shudder.

The long sword flew out with a "swish", a blood-red sword energy split the void, and slashed towards the big hand.

However, Gu Bei, who saw this scene, couldn't help shaking his head.

The lord of the temple, dressed in rough cloth and white, glanced at the blood-red long sword, and finally saw a trace of color in his cold eyes.

It seems to be very surprised, but also a little surprised.

The huge palm casually slapped the blood-red sword energy, and the sword energy collapsed like Cuigula.

At the same time, the huge palm slapped towards the thousand-foot black dragon body.

boom!
With a loud noise, the entire high-altitude void was instantly shattered, and turbulent jets shot out.

With a painful and loud dragon chant, Long You Qianzhang's dragon body was photographed and fell rapidly towards the ground.

It hit the sea with a bang, splashing hundreds of feet of waves.

Long You turned into a human form in an instant, opened his mouth and spurted out blood, and stared at the curly-haired temple master in coarse white clothes with horror in his eyes.

Even with such a great effort in cultivation, I couldn't hurt the master of the temple. This person's cultivation is indeed unfathomable, and I can't beat it!
Controlled by his mind, Long You wanted to retrieve the Abi Sword that was falling in mid-air.

But that huge palm, with two fingers twirling, actually directly intercepted his Abi sword?
Immediately, Long You was very angry, and just wanted to fly and take back the Abi sword.

But Gu Bei had already spoken: "I'm afraid you, the so-called God, are not used to the things of our Orientals!"

Then, the Abi sword spun quickly in mid-air, cut off two fingers of the huge palm, and flew back to Long You.

Long You caught the Abi sword and found that the spiritual consciousness left by him in the long sword was still there. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, holding the sword and cupping his fists, and bowed towards Gu Bei who was fierce in the sky.

The gratitude is beyond words.

This Abi sword is a high-grade fairy treasure, even more valuable than a top-grade fairy weapon. If it is snatched by the master of the temple, Long You will really feel distressed and can't stand it!

The huge hand in the sky gradually disappeared, and the master of the palace, who was dressed in rough white clothes, slowly turned to Gu Bei who was standing in the air, and finally spoke: "How do you want to die?"

The words were cold and without any emotion, as if they were stating a fact that was about to happen.

Luo Xue, who was next to her, immediately showed a sullen expression on her cold and pretty face, and the sword intent all over her body suddenly became fierce, and she was about to kill the master of the temple with one move.

Gu Bei wrapped Luo Xue with a gentle mana, and then sent her to the crowd of practitioners in the east. Then he looked at the Lord of the Temple and grinned softly: "I want to ask you that too?"

(End of this chapter)