This person is too murderous

The Qingshan Town warriors gathered together, and the three seventh-level warriors took a break at the Qingyuan Inn, waiting for late night to come.

Jiang Daoming returned to the room, and the sound of Miaoyin's chanting stopped: "Three seventh-level warriors, are you sure?"

Although the Eighteen Dragon Elephants are powerful, the seventh-level warriors are extraordinary in strength, and their true energy is liquefied. They can already be called top masters in Daxia, and are not comparable to ordinary warriors.

"It doesn't matter whether you are sure or not." Jiang Daoming said calmly: "What matters is whether there is what I need in it."

"What if there is?" Miaoyin asked.

"Then we are absolutely sure." Jiang Daoming said proudly.

Miaoyin fell silent. She knew what Jiang Daoming meant, and it was the same as Yaksha Dongfu.

If there is something he wants, then with his domineering temperament, he will not give in. If he doesn't have it, then it doesn't matter if he doesn't fight, and there is no need to be sure.

"Relax and wait until late at night."

Jiang Daoming poured a cup of tea and drank it slowly.

Asking the waiter to bring liquor, Jiang Daoming drank alone.

The strong smell of alcohol came from the room, causing the warriors who paid attention to him to frown.

We are about to go to Fahai Relics, Jiang Daoming is still drinking, and he is not afraid of getting drunk and causing trouble?

However, no one bothered him, and no one dared to bother him.

On the other side, Xie Sanqian and Chun Shiniang left the inn and went out together.

"Why did you want me to come out?" Xie Sanqian asked in confusion.

Chun Shiniang smiled slightly and said: "The Xuanjian Sect was brutally destroyed, and the Divine Sword Villa also cut off the channel for human sacrifices to the sword."

Xie Sanqian's pupils shrank, then he smiled and said: "Sure enough, I can't hide it from Moyun Sect."

"I wonder if General Moye is still there?" Chun Shiniang said suddenly.

"Shi Niang should know that the general Mo Xie has been lost since ancient times." Xie Sanqian said regretfully: "For so many years, the Divine Sword Villa has been tinkering with the sword-making method, but the world has changed so much that it can no longer be made like that. "Excalibur."

"There should be a divine sword that can defeat the Eighteen Dragons and Elephants, right?" Chun Shiniang said with a faint smile.

"Eighteen dragons and elephants are very domineering, but after all, Jiang Daoming is only at the top of the sixth level and has not yet entered the seventh level."

Xie Sanqian said calmly: "If you want to kill him, Shi Niang alone is enough."

"Not enough." Chun Shiniang shook her head and said: "Jiang Daoming is not an ordinary sixth-level peak. His momentum has reached the seventh level. If we are alone, we may not be able to catch his dragon-elephant handprint."

The dragon-elephant hand seal is extremely powerful. Even if she is confident that she will survive, she will still be severely injured.

Even if Jiang Daoming can be defeated, it will be difficult to kill him. Alliance is the best decision.

Shenjian Villa was the backer of Xuanjian Sect. Xuanjian Sect was destroyed by Jiang Daoming. She didn't believe that Xie Sanqian was so willing to admit defeat.

"So, Shiniang wants to join forces with me to deal with Jiang Daoming?" Xie Sanqian frowned and said, "Master Xuankong, what do you think?"

"Master Xuankong hates evil as much as he hates it. He also has a violent temper. With a little stimulation, he may not be able to be used by us."

Chun Shiniang chuckled and said: "His Vajra Demon Subjugation Skill can block Jiang Daoming's Eighteen Dragon Elephants."

"This requires Shi Niang to do something. The master of this village only knows the sword and can only draw the sword." Xie Sanqian said calmly.

"You guys think you're decent, but secretly you're no better than us."

Chun Shiniang sneered, turned and left.

Xie Sanqian's eyes flickered. He would not expose the relationship between Shenjian Villa and Xuanjian Sect by sacrificing a living person to the sword. If word spread, King Jiangling would definitely cause trouble.

All he had to do was draw his sword and fight for the treasure in Fahai's legacy.

It’s just that Jiang Daoming was unlucky and provoked too many people.

…

Late night came soon, the bright moon hung high, and the warriors gathered at Qingyuan Inn, their eyes falling on the second floor.

Under the expectation of everyone, Jiang Daoming finally put down the wine jar and walked out of the room, with Miaoyin following behind him.

"Everyone, let's go."

Jiang Daoming said calmly, calmly went downstairs with Miaoyin, left the inn, and headed towards the hill.

Xuankong and the others quickly followed, followed by many warriors, including Basan.

He glanced at it and saw that there were many warriors, more than two hundred of them. The weakest ones were only the fourth-level warriors, and there were probably dozens of sixth-level warriors.

The two of them walked forward leisurely, neither fast nor slow. It took them half an hour to reach the foot of the hill.

A crushing heat wave hit, the billowing heat was astonishing, and under the night, an evil aura filled the entire hill.

"This is it." Jiang Daoming looked at Xiaoshan solemnly: "Three seniors, please come."

"How does Master Jiang plan to take action?" Master Xuankong asked in a deep voice.

"Master, what's your suggestion?" Jiang Daoming asked.

Chun Shiniang chuckled and said: "In ancient times, Han Bao's strength is unpredictable and needs to be dealt with carefully. We also asked Palace Master Jiang to destroy the mountain and force Han Bao to come out. The three of us will take action to suppress Han Bao."

"That's right." Xie Sanqian answered: "We need to conserve our strength and not consume too much."

"Amitabha." Xuan Kong recited the Buddha's name without saying much. It obviously meant the same thing.

"Okay, I'll bother you three, everyone, push away."

Jiang Daoming took a step forward, and the powerful dragon-elephant essence surged.

hold head high

Moo

The dragons and elephants roared in unison, forming seals with their hands. The dragon-elephant runes condensed and turned into giant hands that covered the sky, and the power of sacred suppression came out in a mighty way.

Dragon Elephant Mahamudra!

Jiang Daoming shouted in a deep voice, and the dragon-elephant handprint suddenly fell.

boom

In an instant, the ground shook, the mountains shook, boulders rolled down, and dust flew into the air.

roar

A roar resounded, and within the hill, an ugly figure with a green face and fangs roared, and a terrifying red-hot breath surged out.

The Drought Demon has become one with the hill. Now that the hill is damaged, the Drought Demon is also suffering.

A thirty-meter palm print, as deep as ten feet, was printed on the hill. Its unparalleled power shocked everyone's hearts.

This is still a hill with drought demons. If there were no drought demons, wouldn't it be pierced with a palm?

Eighteen dragon elephants, only the top of the sixth floor, could have such terrifying power?

Jiang Daoming held the dragon elephant from all directions in his palm, and the powerful dragon elephant true energy gathered together, and he landed another palm: "Three of you, it's time to take action."

roar

The drought demon roared, its ugly figure exuding hot power, and its right claw grabbed the dragon-elephant palm.

With a bang, the power of Longxiang's palm collapsed, and Hanba also took a few steps back, staring at them with a pair of fiery red eyes.

"Do it!"

Master Xuankong was the first to take action. The Buddha's light shone on his body, and a huge Buddha shadow appeared behind him. Vajra's eyes were angry, and the demon-subduing pestle bloomed with overbearing Buddha power and smashed towards Han Bao.

Chun Shiniang's true energy is like silk, like spiritual snakes, spreading up the mountain and wrapping around Hanba.

Xie Sanqian's long sword was unsheathed, and a flash of cold sword light lit up, tearing through the night. His body was like lightning, leaving afterimages wherever it passed.

Jiang Daoming took the opportunity to retreat, took control of the dragon elephants in all directions, changed the direction again, and shot toward the hill.

The hill has become the body of Drought Demon. If he keeps destroying the hill, he can disturb Drought Demon.

roar

The Drought Demon roared, and its whole body was exuding a terrifying heat wave. Its claws were so hot that it was more terrifying than a red-hot iron.

As soon as the zhenqi silk thread approached Hanba three meters, it evaporated and dissipated.

The sharp claws hit the demon pestle, the heat wave collided with the Buddha's light, and a shocking air wave swept in all directions.

The hill was shaking and the aftermath was impacting. Jiang Daoming at the foot of the hill also felt the pressure and quickly activated the protective dragon elephant to protect him and Miaoyin.

The other warriors quickly retreated until they were several hundred meters away before stopping.