The best golden pupil

Chapter 1063
"Boom...!"

"Ahh...we surrender...ahhh...!"

In the sky, a black cloud formed by countless giant hands of spiritual power covered the sky, covering the disciples of the four major sects, like a park smashing a crazy gopher, slamming down, smashing down.

Many disciples were slapped with bruised noses and swollen faces, Zhao Tianming's front teeth were blown off, Zhao Shuang's nosebleeds spurted wildly, and he was already out of shape, Shang Zhuo directly accepted his fate and lay down on the ground.

And Qiu Ze, who was weaker than them, was even more miserable. He was chased and slapped by the giant hands of spiritual power, like swatting flies, each time he slapped accurately, each time he was more ruthless, he was in a mess.

He roared up to the sky, but he attracted more giant hands, and he was photographed inhumanly. He left countless human-shaped pits along the way, but no one could save him this time.

His master, who was empty, was also very embarrassed, but his strength is not bad, and he didn't deliberately attack with words before, so the old man didn't focus on taking care of him, and he was rewarded and punished.

As for the three elders, one was shot into the ground and became semi-conscious from anger, while the other two were bruised and bloody, as if they had been poisoned by the court.

"Ahh... help... ah...!"

"Boom...!"

Let them scream, the old man remained unmoved, and kept beating gophers according to Ning Tao's order, but he was measured and beat them in a targeted manner, and he did not take lightly.

On the other hand, the Wudang disciples were like tourists in the park, exclaiming in joy, clapping their hands and applauding, all the aggrieved and depressed before were released at this moment.

The Huashan side used to be so arrogant that they could raise their heads to the sky, but now, every bone that was photographed is falling apart, and their heads are embedded in the ground, and they can no longer be lifted up.

Their embarrassment and misery were all appreciated by the Wudang disciples. The Tianshan disciples covered their mouths and chuckled, feeling relieved.

Ning Tao, Wu Chenzi and the others were in a good mood, and the corners of their mouths showed joyful arcs, but there were a few people who smiled reluctantly, and were worried in their hearts. Things...should it be unfinished?

Miao Jingjing, the Patriarch of Wudang fell into deep thought, racking her brains to recall, there was once... indeed a person!

Just when Ning Tao was enjoying watching, an extra hand suddenly appeared on his shoulder. When he turned his head, he found that it was Senior Brother Qingyang whom he hadn't seen all this time. He seemed very tired.

"Brother, what are you?" He asked in surprise.

Qingyang smiled slightly when he heard the words, and didn't want to interrupt him, so he immediately made a silent gesture, signaling him to continue watching.

When Wudang Patriarch saw Qingyang, his pupils shrank, and something finally came to his mind, and his face suddenly became dazed.

Ning Tao was very puzzled and couldn't figure it out, but suddenly remembered Ye Wanqing, and quickly turned his head to look over, and found her collapsed at the entrance of the cave, watching all this with a dull expression.

That helpless look broke his heart!

Suddenly, two breaths erupted suddenly, and a strong hurricane swept across, causing some giant hands to dissipate in an instant, and a large black cloud was cut apart invisible, and it seemed to be pierced by a punch...!
Everyone was shocked, and quickly looked at one place, only to find that it was the one that had been photographed in the palm print... The two ancestors of Huashan had been attracted before and completely ignored them.

And the bloody Daoxuan and the two were overjoyed, and hurriedly cried for help with a mournful face: "Old Ancestor, help me."

As soon as the words fell, two beams of light rushed towards them, and the barbed whip was shattered in an instant, and gradually disappeared. The appearance of these two people actually turned the situation around.

As soon as the Huashan Patriarch appeared, he showed a gloomy look, but his breath was unsteady, as if he had used something, the forest white long sword was dyed blood red, bright and eye-catching.

The ancestor of Kongtong was also unusual, his face flushed red, like an inflated bomb, very much like the moment before the explosion.

Seeing this, the Wudang Patriarch's face changed greatly, the two of them actually performed a taboo, is this to risk their lives?
When everyone was horrified, Huashan Patriarch said solemnly: "When the blood sword comes out today, I will see your blood."

Kongtong Patriarch was a little straightforward, "Kill!"

Before he finished speaking, he took the lead to strike, and the bulging body suddenly shrank, only condensed into a punch. It can be imagined that he is a launcher, and a punch is a cannonball.

Seeing this, the Huashan Patriarch was full of murderous aura, his whole body was filled with blood energy, the blood sword hummed and trembled violently, the sharpness caused sword marks to appear on the rocks.

Although it is the same move, its power has been multiplied several times.

"Old thing, die!"

The two offensives were so crazy that even the ancestor of Wudang had to do his best to break out, otherwise he would surely die.

But the old man didn't seem to be surprised, just sighed quietly, and slowly stretched out his hands, as if to embrace the whole world.

"The end... the law... the prisoner... the sky... the hand!"

With a low groan, it feels like the world is shrinking, and everything is in those withered hands, which seems to hold the universe in the palm of your hand.

The faces of the two ancestors of Huashan suddenly changed drastically. Two unimaginably huge palms wrapped them in an instant. As the old man drew them together, the giant hands also clasped together.

"Prison my heart with the world, seal the world with my hands... town!"

With a loud shout, the two palms joined together instantly, like an old monk chanting scriptures, tightly fitting without any movement, the two inside could not resist and were gradually suppressed.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of countless disciples became wild, and they suddenly became excited. Is this... the power of a monk?It's too scary, too shocking, and it's at its peak.

The ancestor of Wudang expressed emotion on his face. Finally, finally, he saw Prisoner Tianshou again, that amazing person, who merged his heart with his unique knowledge to create an original way of Taoism!

Unexpectedly...it was really that senior who helped!
The two great patriarchs were suppressed, the disciples of the four major sects were injured and disabled, but none of them were particularly serious. Only those few people came to the gate of King Yan, such as Daoxuan, Huatu, Zhao Tianming...!
So far, the four menacing factions have basically been wiped out.

When everyone was shocked, the old man suddenly turned around and said with a smile on his pale face, "Little friend, have you ever relieved your anger?"

Hearing this, Ning Tao swallowed his saliva, not wanting to make an inch of it, and immediately echoed: "It's almost...!"

But before he finished speaking, the old man suddenly smiled and said: "Since the little friend has relieved his anger, it is time to talk about our affairs. I have helped you so much, should you owe me...a favor?"

When Ning Tao heard this, his face became stiff, his smile froze, and a sense of uneasiness rose in his heart, and finally he came.

I saw him bite the bullet and smiled and said: "Even if the senior doesn't say anything, this junior still owes the favor. If the senior needs my help, feel free to ask, as long as I can do it!"

Hearing this, the old man smiled slyly and said, "It's very simple for me to ask you to help, as long as you promise me one thing."

Ning Tao narrowed his eyes, and asked tentatively: "I don't know what the senior wants the boy to promise. Forgive the junior for being stupid, with your superb cultivation, I really can't figure out the reason..."

Hearing these words, the old man smiled slightly, and finally pointed to the four major sects and said, "I want you to let them go and not kill them."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone's eyes almost fell to the ground.

What I heard just now, a terrifying old man who cultivated gods actually asked a junior to promise not to kill the four sects, and if he could not destroy the four sects, he could not protect himself, so he still has this strength?
Ning Tao's pupils shrank and his face turned pale, as if he had stabbed deep in his heart. After pretending to be stupid for a while, he smiled stiffly and said, "What the senior said made the kid very... puzzled?"

However, the old man seemed to know everything, and said with a sly smile: "You are not confused, but vaguely understand, but the little saint behind you is very clear...very."

"Whoosh...!"

"Hmph...boom...!"

I saw a beautiful figure rushing towards him, but was slapped away by the palm of the old man. On Ning Tao's neck, there was an inexplicably dry hand. Although he did not use force, it only took a moment to make a move.

Ning Tao's heart sank, don't be silent, and Mian Jingjing, who was shot flying, was weak for some reason, as if exhausted, with panic in her eyes, staring at the old man with a murderous expression.

"If you dare to touch the Witch Master...the consequences...are at your own risk," Miao Jingjing gritted her silver teeth and threatened word by word.

Unexpectedly, when he was threatened, instead of being angry, the old man showed such a look. There was a trace of nostalgia and emotion in his eyes, but he did not let go.

He smiled lightly and said, "Others may not know about the Holy King, but this old man does. Not to mention how terrifying the Holy King's master, the so-called Witch Lord, is."

(End of this chapter)