The Legend of Douba Resurrection

"Elder gold and silver, no, your aura? Both of you have broken through to the realm of Dou Zong?"

Mo Tianxing looked at the second child, Jinyin, with an ugly expression on his face.

"Hehe, fortunately, Daoist Lord Chou Lian was able to break through the Dou Zong's barrier."

The old man in the golden robe said with a smile.

"I didn't expect that you would sacrifice your life for a nameless child!"

Mo Tianxing said with a mocking smile.

"Haha, there will be more things that you didn't think of later. But since Sect Master Mo has already come to our Qinglian Road, let's stay."

The gold and silver elders looked at each other tacitly, and then turned into two afterimages and rushed towards Mo Tianxing.

"Hmph! I'm still afraid of you, old man?"

Mo Tianxing, who hadn't had time to explain anything in the future, was lured away by Jinyin's second child.

However, the gold and silver elders were able to take down the Dou Zong powerhouse with a set of joint attacks when they were at their peak Dou Huang. Now that the two brothers have completely stepped into the Dou Zong realm, the two joined hands to win Mo Tianxing, the two-star Dou Zong. Zong took it easy.

"The great elder in dialect?"

Mo Ya became anxious when he saw his father being taken away by the gold and silver elders, and quickly looked at the red-haired elder of Demon Flame Valley in dialect.

"We will do it too, we must give Qingliandao a warning."

Dialect hesitated for a moment, then said firmly.

"Yes, Great Elder!"

On the opposite side of the dialect group, the strong men of Qinglian Road are also preparing to attack at any time.

"Ban Lao, I will trouble you later to bring the other three Douhuangs who are entangled in the Dialect trio of Demon Flame Valley. I heard that the Huashenghuo summoned by the three of them together with Yanjue is extremely difficult to deal with."

Yuan Yi began to assign tasks.

"Hey, don't worry, Commander Yuan Yi."

Ban Lao let out a strange laugh.

"Let's go!"

Yuan Yi seized the right opportunity to lead Qinglian Dao's people to rush over.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The colorful battle qi training filled the entire sky of the manor in an instant.

"Old Ban, you are also the suzerain of a first-class force in the Black Horn Region. I didn't expect you to come to this Qinglian Dao to be an elder. You are depraved and despicable!"

Fang Yan watched Ban Lao leading the three Dou Huangs to meet him, and then began to humiliate him mercilessly.

His dialect and Ban Lao are considered old acquaintances in the Heijiao area, so they naturally know each other well.

"But I am happy."

The thick-skinned Ban Laohun didn't care about the humiliation of the dialect, instead he grinned and replied cheerfully, revealing a mouthful of rotten teeth.

"You...huh! Let me see if your kung fu in your hands is still as powerful as your kung fu in your mouth."

The dialect who is not good at vulgar words blushed and roared angrily.

"Come on, the old man promises that my hand job is as good as my oral job."

Ban Lao still smiled and replied.

"We are ashamed to be with you! Second child, third child!"

Dialect said in a low voice after taking a deep breath.

The two elders of Demon Flame Valley, who had been practicing with the dialect for a long time, backed away slightly in an unusually tacit understanding, and then quickly formed seals with both hands, and shouted in unison: "Nong Yanjue, come out!"

"puff!"

Following the three people's low shouts, three groups of light gray flames burst out of the three people's bodies and shot into the air, and then they fused together tightly.

"Buzz!"

The taupe flame formed by the fusion of three groups of light gray flames quietly floated in mid-air like this. The temperature released by the taupe flame made the surrounding space slightly distorted.

"Everyone, be careful. This is the metamorphic fire created by the mid-level fighting skill Nong Yanjue of Demon Flame Valley. It is said that it is comparable to the existence of different fires. If you accidentally get it, you will be the emperor of fighting." We, the strong, also died because of this."

After seeing the gray-brown flames appear, Ban Lao's smiling face became cautious, and he turned his head and whispered to the three Dou Huang of Qinglian Dao behind him.

"Blade, I'll know!"

"go with!"

The three of them in dialect made a seal at the same time and pointed at the opposite side, and this small group of flames that seemed to be unusually quiet ran towards the four Ban Laos lightly.

"Jie Jie, let's go!"

Old Ban Jie Jie smiled.

"boom!"

Four unusually solid fighting spirits of different colors smashed towards the gray-brown fire ball that burst out.