Bear Child's Journey Through Ten Thousand Worlds

Chapter 388
Chapter 390 Three

One hundred thousand mountains, the jungle is quiet, the trees are shady, in a wide area outside the swamp, it is full of people, with all kinds of forces, gathered here.

Qin Wuyan's words undoubtedly reminded everyone present that they didn't come here to chat with you, Bai Xianjun, but to punish you collectively.

Therefore, everyone's eyes were on Wang Xiaoming, as if a pair of eyes could kill people.

Gui Li frowned slightly, he turned to look at Wang Xiaoming behind him, and said, "Can you believe it?"

Wang Xiaoming also raised his eyes to look at Gui Li, with a slight arc at the corner of his mouth, he said indifferently: "Believe it or not, but these people must be dealt with right now."

"Do you want to help?" Gui Li was always worried, fearing that something might happen to Wang Xiaoming if these people fought with each other, then there would be no hope for the resurrection of Baguio.

Now Gui Li is also a little vacillating in his heart, he has some belief in Wang Xiaoming's supernatural power, after all when he was in the Qingyun Sect, it was outrageous for him to destroy the Qingyun Sect.

But now, facing so many righteous ways, and the so-called crooked ways of evil spirits in the mouth of the righteous ways, how should this Bai Xianjun survive?
Gui Li is now expressing concern.

Wang Xiaoming looked at Ghost Li with a look of worry in his eyes, this may be the first time he had such an expression after he became Ghost Li, so he walked up to Ghost Li and said lightly: "No need to help, just stand aside and watch Now, if you want to help your former teacher, I have no objection, but I will still help you revive Baguio."

"Zhuzi is rampant!" Cangsong was furious, and said to all Qingyunmen disciples: "Formation!"

I saw Qingyunmen disciples holding long swords one by one, pointing their swords at the sky, and the sound of sword chant resounded throughout the forest. At the moment when the sword energy was noisy, all the beasts in the forest fled, and the birds flew away with flapping wings.

Sword lights gathered together, gorgeous and dazzling, rushing towards Wang Xiaoming head-on.

When some people from Qingyun Sect took action, Ghost King Zong stood still.

Qinglong and Youji both looked at the ghost king, didn't speak, and didn't ask the ghost king if he wanted to do something, just watched quietly.

The Ghost King noticed their gazes, his face was calm, he was looking at Ghost Li not far away, standing beside Wang Xiaoming.

His eyes were solemn, and at this moment he felt that his position was a little awkward, neither did he do it, nor did he do it.

If he did it, he didn't want to help these hypocrites who claimed to be famous and decent to deal with Bai Xianjun.

If he didn't do it, he would be really angry about what this Immortal Bai did to Hu Qishan ten years ago.

Destroyed almost all the houses and buildings in the Ghost King Sect. Thinking about it now, I still feel a little pain in my heart.

However, Wang Xiaoming said earlier that he could revive Baguio, for some reason, he was looking forward to it, after all, his precious daughter left him like this, a white-haired person sent a black-haired person, he was sorry for Baguio's dead mother, sorry for the idiot.

Thousands of sword lights roared towards here following the gathering of Qingyunmen disciples. The momentum was like a broken bamboo, leaving sword marks on the ground along the way.

Wang Xiaoming's eyes were fixed, and he held it with one hand, and the Dinghai Shenzhen Needle turned into a golden cudgel, and then transformed into countless stick shadows. With a wave of his hand, the spinning golden cudgel flew out.

Countless sword lights and stick shadows collided with each other, creating violent flames in mid-air.

There was a crisp clanging sound, the flames splashed, and then saw the sword light shatter, and the sword rain fell, and the blade shattered, breaking into pieces.

Finally, Wang Xiaoming took back the golden cudgel, and countless shadows of the stick became one, tightly held in Wang Xiaoming's hand.

Immediately afterwards, the powerful energy sent all the disciples of Qing Yun Sect flying, turning them all over their backs.

Cangsong looked at this scene with an ugly face, staring at Wang Xiaoming fiercely.

On the other side, Tian Buyi, Shui Yue, and Zeng Shuchang all looked at each other, and they could see the shock in their eyes.

Lu Xueqi and Lin Jingyu were also horrified, their eyes fixed on the stick in Wang Xiaoming's hand.

It can be found that this is not an ordinary stick.

Just like the fire stick in Zhang Xiaofan's hands, it looks ordinary, but actually possesses terrifying power.

The point is, this stick looks unusual on the surface.

Gui Li looked at the seemingly thin and thin figure in front of him, with such advanced cultivation, he was completely relieved, even if he did it himself, he would not be able to get any advantage in his hands.

It's no wonder that ten years ago, he would turn Qingyunmen, Ghost King Sect, Tianyin Temple and other forces upside down.

Now, ten years have passed, and his cultivation strength has probably increased a lot!

However, what Gui Li didn't know was that ten years had passed for them, but Wang Xiaoming himself had time traveled from that time ten years ago.

In other words, for him, time is just a matter of a flick of a finger.

Wang Xiaoming stomped the golden cudgel in his hand on the ground, and suddenly there was a muffled 'boom', and the whole earth trembled slightly.

Everyone showed a look of panic.

"If you want to do it, do it now. If you are embarrassed, I will do it first." Wang Xiaoming looked at everyone and said, "However, I want to remind you that if I really do it, even my own will be afraid." , think about it carefully."

When Wang Xiaoming's words fell, the Cangsong, Tian Buyi and Shuiyue of Qingyun Sect all looked solemn.

The three great monks of Tianyin Temple also looked at each other. After all, they are monks, so naturally they don't like to fight and kill like this, but right now this child is too rampant. The disciple caused great harm, and this child is truly unforgivable.

The ghost king sect headed by the ghost king is still indifferent, they don't want to do anything.

So the ghost king still didn't speak.

Qinglong was a little uncertain and asked: "Sect Master, what should we do?"

"Ghost Li needs him to revive Baguio, and I'm also looking forward to resurrecting Baguio, so let's wait and see what happens!" Ghost King said lightly.

You Ji said: "But... is this Bai Xianjun believable? Ghost Li has been looking for a way to revive Biguio all these years, but there is no hope, but this Bai Xianjun said that he can revive Biguio? I am really worried about Ghost Li The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment."

"I never knew about this, but this is the only way, at least Gui Li's feelings for Bi Yao are not fake, just trust him!" Ghost King said lightly.

When You Ji heard this, she didn't say anything, she looked at the people from several sects around her, and surrounded and beat Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming held the golden cudgel tightly with one hand, and when he swung the golden cudgel, it instantly turned into a towering giant pillar, like an Optimus Prime supporting the heaven and earth, and then smashed down with a bang.

"boom!"

With an earth-shattering roar, the place where the huge golden cudgel hit the ground suddenly exploded, and many people fell directly below.

Wang Xiaoming put away the golden cudgel in an instant, facing the crowd with the palm of one hand, and said lightly: "Shenluo Tianzheng!"

Boom!

Those who had already come out of the crack were blown away by the instant hurricane.

Not only the disciples of Qingyun Sect, but also people from Hehuan Sect, Changshengtang, and Tianyin Temple were blown away by the hurricane one after another, mixing them together.

Now they don't care if they are from the same sect or not, they all mix together, share the same hatred, shouting angrily, and want to kill Bai Xianjun.

Before they got up, Wang Xiaoming stretched out the invincible big steel cannon Wuhun from behind, aiming at the surroundings and bombarding them wildly.

boom!boom!boom!
The entire jungle of Shiwan Dashan was devastated one after another.

Seeing such a ferocious and strange supernatural power with such power, the ghost king directly avoided its edge and hid aside.

And Gui Li looked at the bombing range, Lu Xueqi and Lin Jingyu were also affected, and anxiously said to Wang Xiaoming: "Don't hurt them!"

(End of this chapter)