The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

"Are you Mashan?"

Mandan looked at Mashan with some surprise.

"I heard that you disappeared in Bei City. I thought you and the Cathedral of Light died together! I went to see that church and it was in ruins. How capable you are of escaping from Bishop Ricardo? .”

Mashan didn't speak, there was only angry flames on his body.

Mandan was inexplicably nervous.

He could feel Mashan's anger.

The scene where the situation suddenly changed and the dragon descended from the sky made him very confused.

He had heard of Mashan, and before going to Haojiang, he learned about Mashan's background in detail.

In his impression, Ma Shan was a very capable martial artist, but that was all.

Judging from the competition between Mashan and those southern masters when he first arrived in Xiangjiang, Mashan's realm was just on the threshold of a master.

The one who is truly feared and whose details are unclear is Li Muchen.

It was because of Li Muchen that Ma Shan was able to run rampant in Haojiang.

Only three short years have passed now. Three years is a short time for practitioners. It is impossible for a person to change much in three years.

But what happened to that dragon just now?

Mandan looked back at Heimushen, who was still wearing the groom's clothes, and felt a little more confident.

Yes, if there are gods present, what if the real dragon comes?

He sneered: "Ma Shan, since you came to my door, don't blame me. Just make a pair of desperate mandarin ducks with that bitch Chanali! Give them both to me!"

Mandan gave the order, and his trusted disciples rushed forward and rushed towards Mashan.

Mashan didn't even look at these people, he just stared at Mandan.

When those people rushed up, Ma Shan clenched his fists and roared. The anger in his body exploded with the roar, causing a violent explosion centered on him.

All the disciples of the Xuanjiang Sect were blown away. Some of their bodies were blown to pieces as soon as they were in the air, and their torn limbs fell everywhere.

Even if they were not blown to pieces, they still fell like dead fish. Some fell to the ground, some fell to distant roofs, and some hung on branches, lifeless.

The shock wave of the explosion stopped right next to the helpless procession of girls in the garden.

Mandan was also hit by the violent shock wave and took a few steps back.

He frowned, his expression becoming serious and ferocious.

This is by no means a martial arts master. Even if his martial spirit is great, he cannot burst out such amazing energy and control it so finely.

"Haha, I really underestimated you before! In just three years, you have actually broken through the innateness. What a miracle! No wonder that bitch Chanali is fascinated by you!"

Mandan took a step back, took off his outer dress, stretched out his figure, and green flames ignited on his ten fingers.

And in the whole garden, there were waves of dark wind.

There are ghostly shadows in the dark wind, as if there are countless innocent souls wailing in them.

Only then did the guests realize that the reason why the garden suddenly became cold was because the whole garden was full of ghosts. It's just that after coming out, one song didn't move. At this moment, when Mandan used his power, these ghosts started to float and formed a sinister wind.

The girls shivered and huddled together.

Mandan sneered, the dark wind kept drifting towards him, and ghosts gathered around him.

At the same time, the western Jingu Mantong surrounded Mashan from the west direction.

Jin Gumantong's face seemed to be sweating, the golden liquid flowed slowly, and some charms appeared, flickering on and off.

Then, the talisman emits golden light, like a golden Buddha boy descending into the world.

The lights of the golden Buddha boy in the west complement each other, and the dense spells flash in the golden light, and a strong evil spirit spreads out.

Wherever the evil spirit is shrouded, flowers wither and green trees wither.

Mandan flicked his fingers, and the green fire on his fingertips floated out.

The ghosts in the dark wind surrounding him turned into green ghosts, floating densely and layered in the air, making people's scalp numb.

"Hahahaha!" Mandan laughed pitifully, "Ma Shan, do you really think the Xuanjiang Sect is so easy to break into? You are so skilled, there is no way you can escape from this Netherworld Ghost Fire Formation. The Netherworld Ghost Fire can only be achieved by touching it. Ashes are so evil that they will die if you encounter them! Go and die!"

Mandan waved his hand, and a group of green ghosts rushed toward Mashan.

The golden talisman on the west golden mantong rotated sharply, and the evil spirit around it became heavier and heavier. Golden light shot out from the talisman and towards Mashan.

Ma Shan suddenly let out a loud roar, and his body turned into a red dragon, burning with flames. It rolled up and smashed all the evil spirits, ghosts and evil spirits, as well as the golden light spell.

The red dragon soared into the sky, and the western golden mantong was swept up into the air and burned violently in the air.

Golden fireworks scattered and exploded, making a beeping sound.

The golden mantong quickly burned out, turned into smoke, and disappeared without a trace.

Mandan watched in shock as the Netherworld Ghost Fire Formation that he was so proud of was destroyed. He was too shocked to believe it.

This is the treasure of Xuanjiangmen. After Fatima took over Xuanjiangmen, she banned the art of raising ghosts and abolished the ghost formation. Only the golden mantong that had been cultivated for hundreds of years was retained, along with The formation was destroyed together.

In the entire Xuanjiang Sect, only Mandan still remembered this formation. After he came back from the uninhabited island, he immediately resumed the ghost-raising technique and re-arranged the formation.

But he didn't expect that today's start was unfavorable, and the formation was broken by Ma Shan with one blow.

At this time, the sky was turbulent, and a dragon roar came from the clouds.

Mandan looked up and saw a hole in the clouds. The red dragon turned around and rushed down, heading towards him.

He saw a single eye on the dragon's head, which opened like a giant candle and emitted a strange light.

Under this gaze, Mandan was unable to use his magic power. His body seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he could not even escape.

Mandan became frightened, and suddenly remembered that he still had gods to rely on, and quickly shouted: "Sir! My God! Lord Black Wood God! Save me quickly!"

However, there was no reply.

The dragon descended instantly, as if the sky had collapsed. A powerful force came down from top to bottom, suppressing him, and then rolled him up into the air.

Mandan felt his body twist again.

This time is different from the distortion that was thrown into the mysterious space by the Black Wood God just now. This time it is a real distortion of the body. The bones are broken, the muscles are broken, and the blood vessels burst after being caught by the giant dragon.

But this power was just right, and it just didn't let him die.

Then, the power was released, and Mandan fell from the air, landing on the ceremonial stage with a bang, exactly where Chanali was burned just now.

Mandan opened his eyes with difficulty and saw Chanali leaning against the pillar at the edge of the auditorium.

There was another bang, and Ma Shan fell down, returning to his human form. His feet landed on the ground, and his tall and mighty body stood in front of him.

"I, Mashan, have always been upright in my work. I kill people just as I do. I never torture people, and I never do dark things. Even if that old bastard in Shushan sucks my soul, refines my spirit, and raises me like a monster, I I just kicked him to death. But you——"

Ma Shan looked at Chanali, who was still rotting and could no longer recognize her appearance. His heart was cut by a knife, and the flames of anger burned even more fiercely.

"Today I'm going to cramp your tendons, peel off your skin, burn your body dry, and use the same method you used to refine those brats to refine your soul!"

Hearing these words, fear rose in Mandan's heart like a tide.

He knew very well how terrible and painful what Mashan said was, because this was exactly what he often did to others.

He doesn't understand why it's like this?

Where is the Black Wood God?

With the last glimmer of hope, Mandan rolled his eyes, looking for traces of the gods.

He saw that the piece of wood wearing the groom's clothes was still standing there, but it was just like a piece of wood, motionless.

There was a beam of dim light on the wood, twisting and turning, flickering on and off, extending diagonally upward, extending to the top of the roof of the manor, where it condensed into a dark thing.

Opposite the group of things, stood a man, with white clothes like snow and a black sword like ink.