Chapter 207 The tiger shows off his power

The dragon has been trapped in the abyss for a long time, and one day it rises into the sky.

…

King Pinglang looked at Xiaoyunshanjun who was rising up. The surge of the clouds made his scalp numb. He no longer had any intention of resisting. He subconsciously shouted "Go" and ran for his life without looking back.

And escape.

What a joke, the Jiazi Tiger Demon has forced them to use all their cards;

Now that his cultivation level has increased to the top three, where can he still be his opponent?

The most important thing is that the real owner, Shoushan Mountain God, hasn’t shown up yet?

There is no point in fighting anymore.

Little did they know that King Pinglang's turn immediately caused the siege to collapse.

As the saying goes, defeat is like a mountain falling.

As soon as the three demons retreated, Xiaoyunshan Lord no longer had any constraints. With a roar, all directions were shaken. The city was watching the battle against the evil spirits. A rainbow light flashed across the sky. Xiaoyunshan Lord then moved and crashed into the back of King Pinglang.

After taking a bite, every time the smoke dispersed, a simple tortoise shell appeared out of thin air.

——That was the nameless tortoise shell that King Pinglang found from the bottom of the river. It was extremely hard, as if it were under a bully.

"So brave——"

——This is similar to Xiaoyunshanjun’s self-titled title as an official.

"Since you are a disciple of Immortal Master Qiao Sheng, you have some chance with me. I will spare your life for today's matter. If I can help Mr. Xiaoyunshan wrap up the mess and calm down the chaos, then the merits and demerits will be equal to each other!

"

"It's down there."

Mr. Xiaoyunshan quickly returned the gift with his hands raised to the sky.

Before the demons could recover, another purple thunderbolt fell from the sky and struck the Hetan Empress who had escaped from the courtyard.

Mr. Xiaoyunshan breathed a sigh of relief, straightened his back, and saw the ink master approaching with a shy smile, cupping his hands and saying:

Taoist Priest Mingchen has the ability to unlock this shackle. It is hard to say whether it is a blessing or a curse for him, but to feel the future potential in advance without any damage, Mr. Xiaoyunshan feels that the advantages outweigh the disadvantages.

——But he never expected that the Qiao Sheng Immortal Master banner he raised would actually save his life.

As the saying goes, county officials are not as good as current officials.

The ink master who had escaped from death quickly kowtowed and knelt down, his head banging loudly as all kinds of thoughts came to his mind.

"Are you the ink master of the Qiao Sheng Immortal Master Hall?"

"I have received an imperial edict from the Qiao Sheng Immortal Master Hall to pay my respects to Mr. Xiaoyun Shanjun. I was just blind-sighted, and I have caused many offenses. I hope Mr. Shan can forgive me!"

At this time, even if Daluo Jinxian comes, it will be impossible to save him.

In the midst of all the demons harboring their own secrets, Xiaoyunshanjun let out a low roar, and his huge demonic body quickly returned to normal.

"roar--"

"The mountain god is wise, and he will obey the mountain god's decrees!"

Then there was no more fairy sound in the world, and it was obvious that Mo Chuan had quietly left.

In Xiaoyunshanjun's wild thoughts, Mo Chuan's voice suddenly echoed over the small courtyard.

Mr. Xiaoyunshan nodded and put down his arrogant attitude.

It turns out that the Nine Lao and Eighteen Painters had always been in a lowly position in the world, so they took advantage of their close relatives and stole the official name of the painter, thinking it was an elegant title, which was an act of self-importance.

Speaking of which, the reason why the power of evil bloodline has Tao and Xing restrictions is because even if it is awakened in advance, it is meaningless.

There was great terror between life and death. King Pinglang finally sacrificed his face and tried to beg for mercy. However, it was too late. His solid ghost body had long been blasted into pieces, and only inertia maintained his pitiful form.

Thinking of this, Mr. Xiaoyunshan became more and more in awe of Mo Chuan.

At this moment, the coward ran away in a hurry;

Those who are brave enough to stop and watch. As the saying goes, once the emperor and the court are changing, at this time of changing dynasties, if you cannot be the emperor, it is best to be a minister.

"Mountain God, spare my life——"

He felt the monster body without any sequelae, and then looked at the place where the Hetan Empress died, his eyes full of shock.

However, King Pinglang still underestimated the tiger demon's domineering power, and saw Lord Xiaoyunshan suddenly open his mouth and spit out an extremely coquettish purple thunderbolt!

"...No! Mountain God...spare my life..."

In the eyes of the immortals in Kemao, the top of the three mountains represents the Earth Emperor, and all the monsters will surrender to him.

This sudden scene made countless demons turn around and try to escape. They were stunned and their defenses were broken on the spot.

It was this existence that once needed to be looked up to, but it was completely defeated without any warning. It was dead and kneeling, and the demons could still accept it calmly. That's how ghosts are.

Unexpectedly, the tiger demon can vomit thunder and destroy everything with just one strike.

Before the Riverside Empress could speak, she turned into a pile of ashes, blew by a strong wind, and scattered between heaven and earth.

The faint fairy sound makes the ink master feel relieved.

In the eyes of the demons watching the war, all this is said to be slow, but in fact it is extremely fast.

It was also the talisman he obtained from a wandering Taoist priest at a huge price;

They only saw King Pinglang turn around and fight back, with endless tricks at his disposal. The dazzling light made people frightened just by looking at it.

What's more, the ink master was left by Mo Chuan himself. God knows whether he will manage Kemao Incense in the future, which made him even more afraid to offend easily.

"Xiaoyunshan Lord, the chaos in Mao is rooted in the incense. Now that the culprit has been punished, the incense in the city will be gathered into the trap as soon as possible to calm the chaos. Anyone with virtue and talent can be awarded incense in the main hall. There is no limit to the number of places."

I thought, doing things beautifully is worth a thousand words.

Unexpectedly, when his cultivation returned to normal, not only did he not feel weak at all, he even awakened his bloodline magical power in advance, which was simply incredible.

Only then did the demons realize that in the face of truly great supernatural powers, no matter how many they are, they can only add to their ferocious power!

"Boom——"

The master ink master, who had also just escaped from the small courtyard, was immediately heartbroken when he saw this. He had no intention of resisting anymore. When he landed, he knelt down and prayed for his life.

The spilling of many magic weapons immediately caused the brilliance in front of him to splash, as brilliant as the sea.

Mo Chuan added that this statement seemed to be an instruction to Lord Xiaoyunshan, but in fact it was meant to tell the demons watching the battle. The implication was obvious at a glance.

Shizhao is not the real name of the ink master, but the official name of the imperial painter.

The nameless tortoise shell hidden in the ghost body by King Pinglang could no longer resist the power of thunder and burst into pieces in full view of everyone.

It was also a page of Buddhist scriptures that I got from a pilgrim by chance.

"Official Yu will obey the decree of the mountain god!"

King Pinglang was so frightened and furious that he shouted loudly, his ghostly energy spewed out, and all his trump cards were revealed.

"...There are no sequelae. What kind of magical power is this?"

He wanted to give a few compliments to consolidate his position, but he also realized that the group of monsters were looking around and he couldn't bear to lose face, so he could only respond first.

——It turns out that the purple thunder he spit out was the bloodline power awakened when he entered the Third-level Taoism. If he guessed correctly, the purple thunder that killed Hetan Empress was the Mingchen Taoist who stole the power of his bloodline.

for.

That is the winning money enshrined in the Prince’s Temple in Zhenjiang;

When he thought about it, such a method of forcibly upgrading Taoism would definitely bring endless troubles, and it might even destroy the foundation of Taoism.

"It doesn't matter, you heard what the mountain god meant, what do you think?"

"Crack!"

The ink master replied tremblingly, not daring to raise his head.

In an instant, the ghosts and immortals lost their energy, and all the spirits were destroyed.

Today's incident can be called a blow. Without Mo Chuan as his backer, he would have died long ago. How could he dare to look down on others?

Thunder flashed, the sky and the earth suddenly brightened, and if the purple energy came from the east, with the flick of a finger, it swept away all the demons and demons, destroying all the demons and monsters in the body, and then chopped into the ghost body with the remaining force.

Forcibly stimulating it will only destroy the foundation, and the gain will not be worth the loss.

"I have come back from the imperial edict. I have no idea about the will of the mountain god. How dare I talk nonsense?"

The ink master bowed his hands and lowered his posture. How could he dare to make random remarks?

“Since it’s been appointed by the mountain god, it doesn’t matter if you say it!”

Mr. Xiaoyunshan, who was not accustomed to the way of dealing with the Central Plains, immediately opened the skylight when he heard this. He was afraid that the ink master would use clever words to play riddles with him.
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