The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river

He was absolutely sure that he could kill these people. They had absolutely no way to resist his full blow with their bare hands.

Among all the people, only Yu Minghong was not pursued by any sword light. He was also afraid of hurting the Holy Son of Taiqing Palace.

As long as he kills everyone except the Holy Son, he can keep the secret of the prison and do business in Yandang City safely. Because he believed that a proud young man like the Holy Son would probably not take the initiative to publicize the scandal of his imprisonment, and the Taiqing Palace would not take the initiative to work with other practitioners if the Holy Son was not harmed in any way. The alliance is at odds.

It has to be said that Pan Shibian showed the best coping strategy for a monk in the Danjie Realm in a critical moment, but his thoughts were too good.

"what!?"

Under Pan Shibing's unbelievable gaze, hundreds of talismans suddenly activated in front of the group of ants, and every one of them was a top-grade yellow-level talisman!

Densely blocked in front of the sword light, and behind the talismans, were dozens of yellow-level high-grade defensive instruments, including a mysterious-level defensive instrument.

After the defensive magic weapon, there were countless Taoist spells that were overwhelmingly bombarding the sword light. Everyone smelled the breath of death at this time, and unanimously launched their strongest blow.

There were also several thick sword lights among them, which were shot with all their strength by Lei Meng, Niu Wanhe, Zhan Nianchuan and a monk in the middle stage of foundation building.

They have initially refined the magic weapons of the two guards, which can emit 30% of their power.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Massive attacks from both sides met.

In the face of Pan Shibian's fierce attack, hundreds of talismans burst like fireworks, and the whole sky was gorgeous. Then the sword light, which had shrunk by at least 50%, struck the defensive weapon hard.

"boom!"

"Snapped!"

"clang!"

There was a loud noise, and all the defensive instruments shattered, even the Xuan-level instruments.

But the sword light became smaller again and disappeared by 30%.

"boom!"

The sky-wide spell had arrived at this time, and when faced with hundreds of sword lights that were still astonishingly powerful, terrifying energy fluctuations burst out. The sky and the earth were ablaze, and the shock wave shook in all directions. Nearly a hundred people fell to the ground like straw. .

Although everyone was injured, no one died!

Among them, the most seriously injured were Niu Wanhe and Lei Meng. They suffered the most injuries in the front. At this time, their whole bodies were in tatters, with several wounds deep enough to show the bones, and blood was flowing out continuously.

The dazzling sword light lit up again, and hundreds of sword lights rolled towards them again like a torrential wave, trying to bury them all.

Everyone shows a look of despair. Who can carry it now?

Zhan Nianchuan took a deep breath and hugged the white-bearded old man and Yu Minghong. Waves of space fluctuations rippled out from him, wrapping them all up.

Although bringing two people together at the same time will consume more blood essence and the teleportation distance will be greatly reduced, Zhan Nianchuan understands that he only needs to delay a little time. As long as the elders of Taiqing Palace arrive, they will be safe.

Saving Yu Minghong means saving himself, and the white-bearded old man's elixir recipe is of inestimable value. It is related to whether he can successfully build the foundation and form elixirs in the future, and he must be allowed to survive. As for the others, there is really nothing he can do.

Feeling the strong space fluctuations coming from the surroundings, the white-bearded old man and Yu Minghong understood that Zhan Nianchuan was using the secret space technique, which made them in despair overjoyed that they were saved!

At this moment, a breeze blew, and the middle-aged man in golden clothes appeared with a solemn expression in front of the sword light in the sky.

"Great Elder!"

Yu Minghong cried out in surprise, which made Zhan Nianchuan, who was concentrating on performing the spell, feel furious. He immediately stopped stimulating the essence and blood in his body. A large amount of blood light quickly integrated into his body, and the spatial fluctuations disappeared.

The middle-aged man in golden clothes looked at the incoming sword light, snorted coldly, raised his hand and held out a small golden flag, and then waved it gently.

A terrifying hurricane with a thickness of tens of feet suddenly appeared out of thin air, sucking hundreds of sword lights into it. Then bursts of bright light flashed in the wind pillar, and soon returned to calm. However, the hurricane did not dissipate, and turned towards Pan Shi. The handle was scraped away.

Looking at this terrifying hurricane that was as thick as a hundred feet, Pan Shipin's scalp went numb. He hurriedly threw a talisman and turned it into a black boulder to block it in front of him. At the same time, he threw out a yellow bronze medal, which grew bigger in the wind.

"Bang Bang Bang!!!"

The black boulder was sucked into the wind column, making a series of loud bangs, and then countless pieces of gravel the size of millstones were thrown out, causing the yellow bronze medal to sway.

Seeing that the terrifying hurricane was about to suck away the bronze medal, a cold snort suddenly came from the void:

"The Taiqing Palace is so majestic!"

"Leader, save me!" Pan Shibian, who was gritting his teeth and holding on to the bronze medal, shouted in surprise.

At this time, he felt regretful. He did not expect that the person who came was actually the Great Elder of Taiqing Palace, and he was also proficient in the art of wind escape and could get rid of his family's worship in an instant. Otherwise, he would never choose to risk killing these people. Instead, they fled directly from the Yandang Mountains.

An old man in gray clothes with a thin body, gloomy eyes, and a pigtail on his head suddenly appeared in the field. He looked at the middle-aged man in gold clothes, his eyes full of evil, and then casually pointed at the hurricane with his left hand. pinch.

In the blink of an eye, the terrifying hurricane that was spinning and emitting bursts of tearing force, with a thickness of dozens of feet, suddenly disappeared. It disappeared so quickly, it was like it had never been there.

His body, which was not tall, exuded a wave of terrifying aura like an ocean. Just standing there casually made everyone present feel suffocated, as if they couldn't even breathe. Everyone who was looked at by his gaze had their legs trembling and sweating profusely.

The lord of Yandang City, the leader of the Qingzhou Loose Cultivator Alliance, and the old monster of Danhai Realm, Li Mingsheng!

"Yang Jiannan, the Great Elder of Taiqing Palace, has met Senior Li."

The middle-aged man in gold clothes bowed slightly, his expression neither humble nor arrogant.

"Our Rogue Cultivator Alliance and your Taiqing Palace have always been on the same page. What are you doing here? You are still attacking the monks in my city." Li Mingsheng's voice sounded like the friction of blades, unpleasant and harsh.

"Senior Li was wrong. It was your men who dared to attack me, the Holy Son of Taiqing Palace." Yang Jiannan said lightly, looking at Pan Shibian with murderous intent. He had already heard Yu Minghong's voice transmission and understood this man. What was done to the Son.

Those who dare to imprison and hunt down the Holy Son of Taiqing Palace will die!

"Don't let me go yet!"

Now that the crisis was over, Yu Minghong immediately struggled hard, but he was hugged tightly by Zhan Nianchuan's extremely strong arms and could not break free at all, so he had to shout loudly.

The situation changed so quickly that Zhan Nianchuan had been observing the middle-aged man in gold and Li Mingsheng attentively, and he even forgot that he was still hugging Yu Minghong and the old man with white beard.

It wasn't until Yu Minghong shouted loudly that he reacted, hurriedly let go and stood aside, with a smile on his face.

He was the absolute boss in the prison, but now he had to use the power of the Taiqing Palace to correct his identity.