Shura, The Rebirth

"How about? The two are satisfied with my formation, right?" Pei Junlin smiled, his eyes were only two saint-level powerhouses.

Although these two saint-level powerhouses are just a phantom, the powerful aura of the whole body is still difficult for Pei Junlin to look at. Standing next to these two saint-level powerhouses, Pei Junlin is like an ant facing two heads. Elephant.

But at this time, Pei Junlin's expression was neither humble nor overbearing, and he didn't even mean stage fright. And these two great saint-level powerhouses looked at Pei Junlin with a strange look, and there was a hint of fear in them.

The formation laid by Pei Junlin was enough to strangle their deity. At this time, they had treated Pei Junlin as a master of the same generation, without the slightest contempt before.

After the two sage-level clones left, Long Xingyun came over and patted Pei Junlin's shoulder, and said with admiration: "Brother Pei, I really served this formation. I can really kill 100%. Ma Baishan? This old man has made me hate her for a long time. If I could watch him die with my own eyes, I would be happier than anything else."

Pei Junlin nodded and didn't conceal the power of this formation. Instead, he looked at it with some concern. Long Xingyun said: "Now that the formation is there, how to trick the deity of Ma Baishan into the formation is the most critical thing. , You must know that the saint-level powerhouse itself will not easily appear."

On the contrary, Long Xingyun appeared very confident, and he snapped his fingers at Pei Junlin, indicating that Pei Junlin would follow him.

The two came to the White Dragon Temple, which was the palace of the Great Emperor. When Pei Junlin came to the palace, he saw a sword hanging on the plaque, and there was no silk hanging on the sword.

Mr. Long Xingyun knelt on the ground and prayed for a while, and then he was about to break the **** and a drop of blood would fly out, and it happened to fall on the sword. Pei Junlin only heard the sound of dragons and cranes in his ear, and then a dazzling sword light shot into the sky. At the moment, the entire White Dragon Saint Emperor was boiling.

"White Dragon Sacred Sword! The young master actually invited the White Dragon Sacred Sword, is there something big going to happen in the White Dragon Sacred Land?" The entire White Dragon Sacred Land was talking about it, and countless people looked up at the sky.

Flying the White Dragon Sacred Sword over the entire White Dragon Holy Land, exuding an astonishing killing intent, in which a white giant dragon is constantly roaring.

"Bailongxian, see you saint. The White Dragon Sacred Sword was a token of the White Dragon Sacred Land back then, and it was as impetuous as the White Dragon Sacred Land personally visited. The ten swords represented the whole of the White Dragon Sacred Land. Everyone should come to visit them as soon as possible." There was a lot of discussion in the entire White Dragon Holy Land, but some old men knew the reason.

And Pei Junlin listened to all these people's discussions, and he also knew the meaning of the White Dragon Sacred Sword.

The White Dragon Temple is actually equivalent to the White Dragon Holy Land’s scepter, or the national jade seal. As long as you can possess the White Dragon Sacred Sword, you have the supreme power of the White Dragon Holy Emperor, so this White Dragon Temple is very important. It should be something salivating in Mabai Mountain.

At this time, Long Xingyun invited the White Dragon Sacred Sword out, and Pei Junlin instantly thought of the reason for it. Long Xingyun wanted to use this thing to draw out the deity of Ma Baishan.

This is quite good for playing with fire, and successfully punish Ma Baishan. If he fails, let Ma Baishan get the White Dragon Sacred Sword, I am afraid that the whole Holy Land will be disturbed now.

Sure enough, a breath of aura rose to the sky, and immediately came to the hall. That Ma Baishan was the first to wear a cloak. The deity was younger than those clones, looking only about forty years old.

"Young Master, this White Dragon Sacred Sword doesn't dare to act rashly. What do you mean by moving the White Dragon Temple at will?" Ma Baishan seemed to have forgotten about it, forgot his identity and started to reprimand directly towards Long Xingyun.

Long Xingyun looked humbly taught. After listening to Ma Baishan's reprimand, he put on a faint smile on his face, and said respectfully: "Grandpa, you are now my grandpa. I am married to Qian'er. After that, you will be my elder. I am considering this White Dragon Sacred Sword and hand it over to you for safekeeping."

Long Xingyun's eloquent performance made Pei Junlin be stunned. This kid's acting skills are simply perfect, and he has reached the level of an actor in every look and action.

To say that a powerhouse of the saint level like Ma Baishan is enough to understand the incomparable strength of the human heart, and even control the number of days. However, Ma Baishan was confused when he heard the words White Dragon Sacred Sword, and he had completely lost his usual keen sense of touch.

Anyone can see that Long Xingyun is performing a clumsy performance, but Ma Baishan is hurt. His eyes are shining, and his body is like a puppet, walking towards Long Xingyun step by step, even courtesy and rejection. forgotten.

Pei Junlin let out a sigh, only Ma Baishan walked forward ten steps, then this saint-level powerhouse basically ended his life, personally killed a saint-level powerhouse Pei Junlin still I have never had such an experience, this is a historic moment, and it is difficult for Pei Junlin to remain calm at this time.

And just at this moment, Ma Baishan actually stopped and seemed to have recovered once. He looked at Long Xingyun and asked in disbelief, "Little Master, are you sure? This White Dragon Sacred Sword is really going to be handed over. Give it to me? What did the queen say?"

What made Ma Baishan sober up was not that there was something wrong with Long Xingyun's botched performance, but the pressure from Yelu Jinzhu that made Ma Baishan a little calmer.

"Our two families are now in-laws, and I am already your grandson-in-law. As for Yelu Jinzhu, he and I have an antagonism. He couldn't get rid of the ties of my father's death that year." Long Xingyun Speaking out of his inner guess all at once.

The White Dragon Holy Land now has no masters, and the whole holy land is now ups and downs. Although this is a well-known secret, few people dare to say it in public. Now that Long Xingyun has said this is equivalent to talking to the public and Na Yelu Jinzhu. , Broke.

Many unidentified people even thought that Long Xingyun was about to completely fall to Ma Bai Mountain at this time, which made the secret forces of the White Dragon Saint Emperor struggle and surprised.

The transfer of power means a precarious change, and every change means that someone's head falls to the ground. At this time, it is reasonable for the large and small forces of the White Dragon Holy Land to feel uneasy.

But at this moment, Ma Baishan walked forward step by step, as if he was stunned. As soon as he took the tenth step, Ma Baishan suddenly had a warning sign, but at this moment it was already too late.

Pei Junlin seized the opportunity of this moment and activated the sound of Taizheng rumbling from the sky. Everyone could only see that the roof of the main hall was overturned in an instant, and an amazing light fell from the sky. This beam of light was extremely large and implied. Colorful rays of light, and even the sound of dragons and tigers roaring.

The figure of Ma Baishan, that was a saint-level powerhouse roaring up to the sky when he realized the danger, the white hair rooted up, the violent wind swept his palms, and suddenly threw into the sky, actually blocking this killing intent.

"Zhu Zi dare to hurt me, and kill you all when the old man gets out of trouble." Ma Baishan roared, and the killing intent emanating from the moment, even Pei Junlin felt his body split.

The chaos in the entire hall instantly turned into a pot of porridge, and the various forces began to calculate frantically, they were calculating whether to stand in line.

This move is obviously that Long Xingyun used means to punish Maboshan, but no one on the scene thought Ma Baishan would die. A saint-level powerhouse is almost immortal, and his skills are so easy to be punishable. .

Everyone has a kind of playfulness in everyone's eyes. No one thinks this is true. Some people have even begun to sympathize with Long Xingyun. Once Ma Baishan gets out of it, the end of Long Xingyun can be imagined.

At this moment, two powerful saints descended from the air, hiding in two extremely strong rays of light, floating there like an empty roulette at the same time, and the whole scene was immediately silent.

"To punish Ma Baishan today, all of you hurried to Ma's house to wipe out all the 18,239 in the size of the horse clip, and you can't keep your mouth alive." The two saint-level powerhouses issued orders separately.

But the saint-level powerhouses have taken action. Those powerhouses in the White Dragon Holy Land who are like flies without a head suddenly have the backbone, and suddenly feel that all this is not a ridiculous joke, but may become a reality.

These people looked suspiciously at Ma Baishan in the formation. At this time, everyone gradually realized that Ma Baishan was a little hard to support~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and outside the formation was a young man who was completely unfamiliar to them. People are running frantically.

This couldn't help but aroused the curiosity of these people. What is it that a young man can control the formation to kill Ma Baishan.

Just dressed in white, Junlin Pei is like the ultimate wise man in this world, holding a large roulette in his hands. And this roulette is divided into thirty-three circles inside and outside thirty-three circles, each circle is engraved with obscure rune scales, and Pei Junlin constantly rotates the upper circle and the circle to keep these runes. Disrupted and reorganized, combined into a variety of formations.

Pei Junlin's hands were so fast that it was dizzying to watch, but he did not form a combination, and there would be a strong wave in the formation.

"Who is this person? Is it a real monarch-level little monk who dares to preside over the killing of the saint, is he crazy?" Someone still hesitated and did not dare to execute the order.

After all, if he didn't see Ma Baishan's death with his own eyes, no one dared to move his family. Once Ma Baishan got out of trouble, the revenge would be stormy waves.

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