Tripod Reverses the Heaven

The big hand was very dark, with terrible energy flowing on it.

After the ancient wind was caught by the big hand, he tried his best to fight. Although he reluctantly broke free from the bondage, he was finally pulled out of nothingness.

Poof!

A big mouthful of blood sprayed out. Under this blow, the ancient wind suffered extremely serious trauma.

Fortunately, the master of the big hand didn't really want to kill him, otherwise he would be directly pinched and exploded under that blow.

"Damn it, in the lower boundary of Kyushu, it's so easy to use. In the upper boundary, it's so unbearable."

Gu Feng scolded secretly. At this moment, how he missed the treasure boat. If the treasure boat was not given to the barbarian blue, how could he be caught as long as he escaped into nothingness?

"Take him!"

A slightly old voice sounded and looked up, but there was an old man with white hair in the direction of gaoleshan.

"Damn it, that's a saint!"

The ancient wind suddenly judged the smell emitted from each other. This is the presence of the saint. The owner of the big hand must be the old thing.

A dozen goleshan strongmen roared straight to the ancient wind.

But one of the people on the other side roared, "do you still want to swallow the inheritance alone?"

Looking back, it was the people of Xingchen Pavilion who intervened again. Some people went straight to the disciples of Gaole mountain, and some people came straight to the ancient style.

"You want to die, when I am who?"

The ancient wind was so angry that it was unexpected that after hiding its identity, it was once again reduced to an enemy all over the world.

The dark wheel rose up, and during the rotation, all those who rushed to him were accepted by him.

"Good courage!"

In the direction of Xingchen Pavilion, a slightly old voice sounded. Then, another bus palm came and beat the ancient wind out on the spot.

The power of a terrible Saint poured into the body of the ancient wind and almost broke him directly.

Coughing up blood again and again, he found that his divine power had been sealed.

"Take him!"

The sage of Xingchen Pavilion gave the order. He planned to start first and catch the ancient style in his hand.

However, Gao Leshan quit again. The sage and the old man did it himself. He not only killed the disciples of Xingchen Pavilion, but also caught it directly at the ancient wind.

In the face of this attack, the ancient wind has no ability to resist. The divine power is sealed, even if he wants to use the original Qi to protect his body.

Looking up, the ancient wind impressively found that Li Mingyang, the ancestor of Wuliang sect, was not far away at this time. In a hurry, the ancient wind immediately said, "help, grandmaster, I'm the ancient wind!"

Brush!

Li Mingyang's eyes immediately glowed. Without saying a word, he directly cut off the saint's big hand with a sword.

At the same time, he took the ancient wind into his hand, looked up at the gaoleshan and Xingchen Pavilion, and said, "I want this son, who will rob, who will die!"

"Li Mingyang, don't go too far. Since you came to the eight wastelands, you have stirred up the wind and rain. It's not that we're really afraid of you, but that we don't want to fight. If you insist on taking this son today, we will not hesitate to go to war with your wuliangzong. "

Li Mingyang ignored the clamor of the sage of gaoleshan, but turned to the ancient style and said, "are you really an ancient style?"

"Yes, grandmaster, I'm an antique. There is no lower Kyushu. I was sent up by master Ming Xiaoyang after risking my life. "

"OK, OK, my lower Kyushu inheritance has not been cut off. Since I returned to the eight wastelands, I often blamed myself for failing to save you, which is my biggest pain. Now I should be relieved to see you safely come to the upper world. "

"Master..."

Gu Feng was moved with tears in his eyes.

Li Mingyang no longer paid attention to the ancient style, but turned to long Junjie behind him and said, "take him to the door!"

"Yes!"

Long Junjie smiled. Li Mingyang, like others, took the ancient wind as his prey. If the ancient style is really taken away by their wuliangzong, doesn't it mean that the inheritance of Lei Di belongs to wuliangzong from now on?

Although he also got the emperor's Sutra on this trip, he finally found that those Sutras were only a part of the whole Sutra.

"This son belongs to my wuliangzong today. If you don't accept it, come to war!"

Li Mingyang was very domineering. In his hand, a white sword appeared out of thin air. It was cold and breathtaking.

"Li Mingyang, are you qualified to take this boy?"

A contemptuous word rang out and looked up. From that day, at this time, a white figure came in stride, disillusioned step by step, and arrived in the blink of an eye.

"Hiss..."

After seeing this person, Gu Feng suddenly took a breath of cool air, because he judged from the breath emitted by this person that this is an absolute power, and his cultivation should still be above Li Mingyang and the other two saints.

The most important thing is that from this point of view, people's clothes are actually from gaoleshan.

"I've seen my grandfather!"

On the spot, a group of disciples of Gaole mountain knelt down to the man in the air. Even the saint of Gaole mountain bowed down to pay homage.

When he came near, the man in white glanced at Li Mingyang contemptuously again and said, "in the past three thousand years, I have connived at you and never really paid attention to you. Do you really think you can challenge us in gaoleshan? "

"Are you Gaozu?"

In an instant, Li Mingyang's face also changed and changed. If there were only the two saints at the scene, he would still be 100% sure to take away the ancient style, but now with this high ancestor, it would be impossible. Because the cultivation of this great ancestor is really still above him.

Gaozu, the founder of gaoleshan, is at least 100000 years old. Li Mingyang, however, is only a few thousand years old. There is a great difference in the time of cultivation between the two, and he really can't fight the enemy.

"Hum, since you know me, why don't you kneel down and shout master?"

Gaozu Leng hum, his eyes were extremely contemptuous, and he didn't take Li Mingyang seriously at all.

In another position not far away, a purple figure stood in the wind with floating clothes. She has been watching every move here. That person is zixiahan.

"Yan Feng, you really deserve to be the right husband for zixiahan. No one can take you away today. You can only go back with me. "

Then she took out a messenger rune.

Zixiahan doesn't think that the ancient style has been inherited. In her opinion, the emperor's Sutra has been scattered among the thirteen caves. Only when you enter all the caves can you complete the whole Sutra.

Therefore, zixiahan is still interested in the ancient style.