The big guy behind the curtain

Chapter 130 Taoist 'Art'

Finished speaking.

He raised his hand, palm reaching the sky, turned into a world, suppressed it, and the Tao was condensed. At this moment, the color of the world changed, and he punched again, and the fist print rumbled, suppressing the four directions.

The attacking and killing formation was torn apart by the middle-aged Taoist priest like rags.

"One palm determines the universe, and one looks back at the world of mortals."

The middle-aged Taoist priest continued to walk on the sky, his aura became stronger and stronger, he trembled all over the world, and stared at the nine heavens with disdain, his power and power made people feel terrified.

With a soft chirp, the world-shocking divine technique was released.

At this moment, the wooden sword turned into the power to rule the world. A Taoist held the royal sword in his hand and threatened the world.

"Boom!"

The wooden sword seems to cut through the ancient time and space, echoing in the void.

Brilliant divine light burst out, and a black crack was cut by it, as if connecting to the abyss of hell. This sword attacks Wushuang, and its combat power is amazing!
"not good!"

A bit of panic appeared in Fan Jing's eyes, a difference in realm was like the gap between heaven and earth, and she couldn't contend at all.

He tried his best to display what he had learned all his life, and performed a magic technique. When Fan Jing's eyes opened and closed, there were visions such as destroying the sky and destroying the earth, moon sinking and stars falling.

"boom!"

Divine art collided with the wooden sword.

Fan Jing flew out, his chest was sliced ​​through by the wooden sword, his flesh was bloody, and he couldn't move for a while.

The same was true of the other four, who fell to their knees, almost dying.

"Run quickly, or you will die if you don't run!"

The Yinyin man coughed up blood, his eyes were full of panic, he took out a few elixir and swallowed it in a panic, barely suppressed the injury, lit the rune, and left across the void.

Fortunately, the middle-aged Taoist priest had some concerns, so he deliberately released the water to give them time to escape.

Between the interlacing of light and shadow, they turned into streamers and left.

This made everyone in the audience speechless.

"Is this the might of a Holy Lord level powerhouse? It's unimaginable."

"There are only dozens of people in the Holy Land of the Eastern Wasteland. The holy masters usually see the dragons at their heads but not their tails. How can they understand their mighty power."

Daotong's eyes sparkled, and he could be so fierce in the future.

Xiran opened her mouth wide, and she had an expression of disbelief.

"What's so surprising about this, didn't your father show his strength in front of you?"

Ye Mo said leisurely from the side.

Xi Ran looked aggrieved.

"Father has always been a gentle person on weekdays. He never showed his fighting power in front of my eyes, because I have been in the imperial court since I was a child."

Ye Mo understood.

Indeed, if the Imperial Court of Shenzhou can let assassins in, then the super dynasty built by the Great Emperor of Shenzhou will become a joke. As a princess, Xiran has been pampered since she was a child, so naturally she seldom touches battles.

However, the middle-aged Taoist did this not to show off to Xiran and Daotong, but mainly to show his strength in front of Ye Mo, which was a warning.

When the group of people left, the middle-aged Taoist priest looked at the broken mountain range and felt a little heartbroken for a while.

“Going to move again”

He sighed, this battle has destroyed this mountain range, and he doesn't know when he will be able to find another geomantic treasure.

Back in the Taoist temple, the middle-aged Taoist priest called the Taoist boy.

"Go, invite the young man who is in the main hall, and discuss some things with him as a teacher."

Daotong recalled it for a while and ran out.

"Wait, you come back first."

The middle-aged Taoist beckoned again and instructed.

"Remember, have a better attitude and don't cause trouble for me."

Daotong nodded, expressing that he listened to him.

Inside the hall.

Ye Mo was sitting upright, and a little Taoist priest was running towards him in the distance.

"Master is looking for you, can you go to the inner hall to see me?"

He spoke in a respectful tone.

Ye Mo glanced at Daotong and thought about it a little. After a while, he stood up, opened the door and left.

The little Taoist priest didn't dare to take a breath during the time Ye Mo was watching. Just now, a faint coercion swept across the audience, making people's heart throbbing.

"Little Taoist, what's your name?"

A voice fell beside Dao Tong's ear.

He turned his head and looked up.

With bright teeth and bright eyes, Xi Ran looked at him with interest.

At the same time, she stretched her waist, she was incomparably coquettish and relaxed, she grasped her waist tightly, her figure was tall, slender and almost perfect, her hair was black, her pretty face was white, and her red lips were bright. There was a special kind of laziness at this moment beauty.

The little Taoist blushed and quickly looked away.

"My name is Xia Yan, and Master calls me Xiaoyan."

Xiran covered her mouth and smiled lightly, it was the first time she saw such a shy child.

"It's amazing to practice with your master at such a young age."

Xi Ran smiled lightly.

Saying these words made Xia Yan flustered for a while, and he said proudly.

"That is, our Qingyueguan generation only accepts one person, and everyone's aptitude and talent are top-notch."

"Oh, what skills do you have?"

Xiran looked at Xia Yan with curiosity.

I saw that his face was pale and rather thin, but his brows and eyes were bright and his big eyes were piercing.

"I won't say it."

Xia Yan raised his head in a grand manner, but there was an unconcealable pride in his eyes, and he wanted to show it off.

Xi Ran chuckled, blinking her eyes slightly, and said quietly.

"Could it be that you lied to me? You lied when you were young, and you will be a villain when you grow up."

Xia Yan turned his head and gave him a blank look. I have seen this kind of provocative method countless times. I really thought he was still young.

Seeing that Xia Yan was not deceived, Xiran came up with a plan, she pretended to be disdainful and said, "Your Taoist inheritance is useless at all, and you practice Taoism, but you have cultivated like you have no cultivation level, and you have not even opened up the sea of ​​​​suffering."

As soon as this remark came out, Xia Yan was immediately unhappy. His practice for so many years was not meaningless, and he retorted, "What do you know, I am a Taoist, and I know 'skills', but it is illegal."

"What is the 'art'?"

Xiran guided him step by step, his eyes full of curiosity.

"Looking for the secrets of the heavens, looking for dragons to set up formations, outlining talismans and seals, knowing good and bad fortune, this is a 'skill'!"

Xia Yan is like a treasure.

"Our patriarch, who can determine the dragon's veins with one glance, and raise the universe with his hands, is extremely powerful."

"What's the use, don't you still have no cultivation at all."

Xiran smiled brilliantly and teased Xia Yan.

Xia Yan's childishness came up, and he said loudly immediately.

"Who says it's useless? Don't look at me now that I don't have any cultivation base, but this is the path that every inheritor must take, because exploring the secrets is easy to lose life. We usually start to practice after adulthood. At that time, the cultivation base is advancing by leaps and bounds. It's unimaginably fast!"

"My master hasn't been so strong in the past two years. It's really a summer insect, with long hair and short knowledge."

Xi Ran was overjoyed, and with a few casual words, he brought out his master's old background.

"That's right, thank you."

Knowing the truth, Xia Yan hid in a corner and drew circles as if struck by lightning.

Seeing his cute appearance, Xi Ran couldn't help stretching out her hand and pinching Xia Yan's little face.

He had a face of reluctance, and wanted to avoid it, but the strength of the two sides was too disparate, and he had no ability to contend.

Xiran pinched his face red, and left contentedly.

"Even a child is bullied"

Xia Yan looked aggrieved, and glanced at the witch Xiran from time to time.

(End of this chapter)