The Almighty Taoist of the Beautiful President

Chapter 483 Strange Power
In the hall of Liushuiju, the battle continued.

Yang Yelang's footwork is exquisite, and at this time he performed his strongest Maoshan Five Thunders method, and the scene appeared extremely imposing.

The Five Thunders Rectification Method is not only the most powerful method for eliminating demons of Qingzong on Maoshan Mountain, but also one of the best masculine skills in Taoism.

In the number of the five elements in "Luo Shu", it is said that the thunder travels through the Qi of the heaven and the earth, and the power of the most yang and the most rigid, and the number in the heaven and the earth represents five, so this exercise is called the five thunders.

At this moment, lightning flashed in Yang Yelang's palm, and he stood in the direction of the Big Dipper with every move, and he could be said to be invincible.

All believers who were struck by the lightning in his palm were covered in black smoke and had a foul smell all over their bodies.

It's a pity that although Yang Yelang's momentum is astonishing, he is too merciful, and he always holds back every time, so those mutated believers can always get up, and they are not completely wiped out.

But Macbeth is different. The wooden talisman is flying, chanting the silence of the sky, holding the Taixuan divine light, a white light flashes, and a believer who was shocked by Yang Yelang's five thunders is smashed to pieces.

The two gradually cooperated. Yang Yelang stopped the believer with the five thunders, and Macbeth was confident and bold to reap the light of the etheric light.

After a while, there was no one standing in the hall except the black man Simon with the broken arm.

These more than 60 believers, including those leaders with super fighting power, were all killed by the perfect cooperation of Yang Yelang and Macbeth.

The ground was full of broken bones and flesh, but there was not a drop of blood. The blood of these people had been converted into energy by the Holy See's medicine, and the scene was horrible.

Macbeth put away the wooden talisman, looked at Yang Yelang and smiled: "Okay, boy from Maoshan, you are pretty good. With your cooperation, this fight is really cool."

Yang Yelang looked at the corpses all over the floor, with a look of sadness in his eyes.

He lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows, and silently recited the "Supernatural Mantra for Rescue Suffering" written by Emperor Qingzong on Maoshan Mountain: "The emperor's decree, Chaoru's lonely ghost and ghost, all four lives will be blessed, and the edict will be born in a hurry, and the life will be superseded in a hurry..."

After reading, Yang Yelang sighed, and responded to Macbeth with appreciation: "You are also very powerful. Taixuanzong's Taoism is unparalleled in the world. I have only heard the legends of your sect before. I saw you today, and your reputation is well-deserved." .”

Macbeth pursed his lips, pointed at Simon and said, "Give this to you?"

Yang Yelang shook his head: "You better come, I have killed enough people today."

With a heck, Macbeth took out the wooden talisman again, and walked up slowly.

Su Wanying at the stairs had just vomited. No matter how strong she was, she couldn't stand this bloody scene, but Su Wanying insisted on staying here. Lan Ruo guessed a little bit of her thoughts.

"Su Wanying, do you want to adapt to this tragic situation and use it to prove that you are worthy of Daoist Chang'an?" Lan Ruo asked in a low voice.

Su Wanying covered her mouth with a tissue, her pale face was bloodless, but she nodded: "That's right, since Chang'an is such a Taoist disciple who eliminates demons and defends Taoism, I must adapt to this situation as soon as possible. Otherwise, how can I be with him in the future? When a woman likes a man, she must not only like his bright side, but also his dark side!"

Lan Ruo was shocked. The thought of the beautiful president is so affectionate, not every woman can do this.

Su Wanying threw away the tissue, walked boldly into the hall, and stood beside Yang Yelang. She was dizzy again when she saw the bones all over the floor, but in the dizziness, she felt a strange feeling. It was a feeling of déjà vu, as if I had experienced this kind of scene before.

At this moment, there was a strange cry from the black Simon in front of him, and Macbeth staggered back, and saw that Simon's whole body was glowing with white light, like a human bomb, but he rushed towards Su Wanying crazily.

Simon's last desperate blow precisely chose Su Wanying who had no resistance in the arena.

This blow was the last strength of the black Simon, and also the strongest strength before he died, but Macbeth couldn't reach it, Yang Yelang was out of his mind, Lan Ruo was too far away, when the three of them wanted to intercept it, they were all too slow One shot.

Su Wanying saw that ball of white light coming straight towards her. The ferocious face of the black Simon and howling like a wild animal made her terrified.

There wasn't even time to scream, Su Wanying could only subconsciously raise her hands, closed her eyes and pushed hard.

So at this moment, time seemed to stand still.

I saw Macbeth gnashing his teeth with the wooden talisman in his hand, Yang Yelang holding the Five Thunders Zhengfa in his hand, his eyes were dull, and Lan Ruo was also panicked, and his figure flew up.

But the ball of light transformed by the black Simon also stopped in mid-air. In the hands that Su Wanying pushed out, a strange force ignored the laws of time and space, and flew out directly.

The time returned to normal again, Macbeth and the three of them rushed over desperately, but the light ball transformed by the black Simon exploded instantly, as if pierced by a magical force.

The hall shook, and Simon was no longer seen because he had completely disappeared.

"Just now, what happened?" Lan Ruo supported Su Wanying, who was gasping for breath, and became dazed for a moment.

Macbeth scratched his head: "Maybe the black man didn't control his power well, so he blew himself up."

Only Yang Yelang, looking at Su Wanying, and then at the ashes of black people scattered around, wanted to say something, but held back.

Yang Yelang was the only one who felt the strange power, but he suspected it was his own hallucination, because that power was very similar to a certain kind of exercise in the legend of the Demon Gate.

Yang Yelang shook his head, he must be hallucinating, how could Su Wanying have magic skills in him, besides, he was born in a Taoist school, and he only knew a little about magic skills, so he must have misunderstood up.

"Go and see what's going on with Master, he seems to be saving someone." Macbeth clapped his hands and walked towards the hidden room.

Everyone hurriedly followed, Lan Ruo was frightened into a cold sweat by the accident just now, and at this moment she couldn't leave Su Wanying even an inch.

They walked into the back room, but they all opened their eyes wide, looking at Zhu Dashan who was kneeling on the ground in the room, Second Uncle Zhu who was trembling all over, and Li Changan who stood there with a terrifying expression!
Su Wanying struggled away from Lan Ruo, rushed to Second Uncle Zhu and asked, "What's going on?"

Second Uncle Zhu's face was pale, and he pointed at Zhu Dashan: "He, this bastard, he was going to assassinate Mr. Li just now. Fortunately, Mr. Li found out and escaped his plot!"

Li Changan stood there with a long breath, looked at Zhu Dashan and said slowly: "Since you don't say anything, then forget it."

As he spoke, he slowly stretched out his hand and aimed at the top of Zhu Dashan's head.

"No, don't!" Su Wanying yelled: "Chang'an, you can't kill Dashan, not for others, but also think about Xiaohu!"

Yes, I have to think about Zhu Xiaohu... The traitor kneeling in front of him is Xiaohu's own brother after all!

Second Uncle Zhu stomped his feet: "Bastard, what are you talking about!"

(End of this chapter)