Zuo Mo punched dozens of times in a row, each punch hitting flesh. With each punch that landed on the body of the yellow-robed old Taoist, it was possible to see the old Taoist's body shake and ripple. His anger was still not appeased, he grabbed the yellow-robed Taoist priest's neck and threw him to the ground like a sandbag.
"Hehe! Be sensible and take it out obediently. Saves Old Ancestor the trouble of personally taking action. At that time, it won't look good! "The yellow-robed old Daoist said sinisterly.
Zuo Mo was slightly surprised. His mind moved and he said, "Talisman? I have a lot of magic treasures on me. Which one are you referring to? "
"I didn't expect them to be so loyal!" The yellow-robed old Taoist snickered, his hand continuing to slap Zuo Mo's face. "However, so what? Haha! "
The yellow-robed old Taoist reacted very quickly. He was about to activate the spiritual shield when his eyes suddenly bulged out and his body went numb. He could not help but curl up like a prawn. A fist that could shatter mountains and shatter rocks landed on his abdomen!
Everyone, including the injured Xie Shan, gasped in unison as he looked at the boss who had completely gone berserk.
Puff!
The bricks and stones on the ground cracked, and with every crack, gravel flew everywhere.
The motionless hand, which was wearing a few Dimensional Rings, flipped up without warning and grabbed his hand!
Don't offend the boss!
The expressions of Zuo Mo and the others changed!
Bang!
After cultivating [Vajra Profound Sutra], Zuo Mo's power had increased greatly. Right now, with the Great Day mo physique, Zuo Mo's power had reached a terrifying level. The bodies of mo were all extremely powerful. The Great Day mo physique was ranked second among colonel mo physiques. How could it be inferior in this area?
Zuo Mo looked coldly at this ruddy xiuzhe dressed in apricot yellow robes. Although this place was remote, there were still many cultivators passing by. However, when these cultivators saw the yellow-robed old Daoist, their expressions changed greatly and they hurriedly left!
What was wild? What was violence? What was barbaric?
Whoosh. The people around him all took a few steps back.
Zuo Mo's expression was twisted. Half of his face was still red as he gritted out, "Ge has endured you for a long time!"
Hiss!
Sixth-grade talisman, Zuo Mo's heart shook. There were pitifully few people that knew that the Nine Turn Sky Soil Disk had landed in his hands. How did this old Taoist know?
Zuo Mo's hand paused. A jindan ling armor, it should be worth a lot of jingshi!
Bang!
"Ancestor! Heh, don't you know that I've already killed an ancestor? "
A terrifying force came from his hand, causing him to lose control of his body and crash into the other party.
The powerful spiritual pressure was like heavy lead, pressing down on everyone until they couldn't breathe. Zuo Mo and the others had never fought such a close distance with a jindan xiuzhe. The fight with Clear Sky Old Forefather had been in the air. The feeling at this time was completely different. In their eyes, the figure of the yellow-robed old Taoist was as tall as a mountain, and they were as insignificant as mayflies. It was difficult for them to shake him at all.
"Hmm, I didn't expect you to have some skills!" A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the yellow-robed old Taoist, and then he chuckled, "Unfortunately, it's not enough before the Patriarch!"
However, the next scene caused her to be dumbstruck.
At this moment, he only felt indescribably comfortable. He had never felt his fists filled with so much power. Every punch seemed to blast the anger in his heart into the body of the yellow-robed old Daoist.
Zuo Mo endured the pain and asked through gritted teeth, "How do you know I have this talisman?"
"How dare you slap my face! You're done for! "
Using brute force to beat a jindan unconscious, unconscious, spasming, his entire body swollen, and his bones shattered.
The yellow-robed old Taoist's body shook. The enormous power caused his entire face to change shape.
"Sir is joking! A sixth-grade talisman is not something that this one can have! "Zuo Mo denied.
"Ha, don't think that Old Forefather won't dare to move against you just because you are close to the House of the Crow Marquis. Hmph, even if the Crow Marquis comes personally, he cannot protect you!"
Actually, when his body had been restrained, he had held back. He had personally experienced the power of the Nine Turn Sky Soil Disk and did not panic. The power of the Great Day mo physique was much stronger than before. But other people did not have such terrifying power as he did.
No one was angry at this moment. They looked with sympathy at the yellow-robed old Taoist who was being held by the neck by Zuo Mo like a wild dog. The pitiful yellow-robed old Taoist did not even look human. His entire body was swollen and unconscious.
The expression of the yellow-robed old Taoist suddenly changed. "You … …"
One person definitely could not defeat the other. Zuo Mo could only show weakness to bait the enemy.
"You dare to steal ge's treasure! Are you tired of living? "
He wasn't any weaker, but stronger, stronger than Zuo Mo had imagined.
Zuo Mo glanced at the yellow-robed old Taoist in his hand. He felt good inside. He finally caught a jindan this time! He had promised Pu Yao that he would give him a jindan. He hadn't thought that he would encounter such a stupid jindan today. At this time, he completely forgot how he had been suppressed.
The xiuzhe of Vermillion Bird Camp were furious. They furiously channeled their ling power and furiously struggled!
"Sir, what do you mean?" Zuo Mo said faintly, his gaze turning cold.
However, having just arrived at Bright Water City, Zuo Mo did not want to cause trouble. He glanced at the yellow-robed old Taoist. "Sir, you have followed us for so long, you wouldn't have come to chat, right?"
"Sir, what do you want by following us?"
The Master of Golden Crow City suddenly moved and grabbed the yellow-robed old Taoist. He did not use ling power, definitely not one bit of ling power. Like a hoodlum on the street, he used his fists to beat the other.
Just as his fingers were about to grab Zuo Mo's fingers, a change suddenly occurred!
"You only have a pile of scrap metal on your body. There's only one that can be called a talisman. It should be a sixth-grade talisman!" The yellow-robed old Taoist narrowed his eyes and greed flashed through them.
Zuo Mo gave a look. Everyone understood and purposefully walked towards a more isolated place.
Finishing, he reached out to grab the ring on Zuo Mo's finger.
Not far away from them, Su Yue's face was slightly pale. It was the first time she had seen such a savage and savage person.
Everyone felt their bodies suddenly become heavy, unable to move. They couldn't even raise their arms. All of their expressions changed dramatically and showed shock.
But … …
Not good!
When she saw the yellow-robed old Taoist go to make trouble for Zuo Mo's group, she had instantly paid attention. She had always wanted to probe this group, but she had been wary of many things. The appearance of the yellow-robed old Taoist was the best chance.
"Slightly interesting. It seems that you are almost jindan." The yellow-robed old Taoist had a surprised expression again but then he was unconcerned. "It is a pity that your fate is not good."
The Master of Golden Crow City's simple and crude beating caused her face to pale. Uncontrollably, she felt a thread of fear.
Jindan!
They had never seen such a pitiful jindan, a jindan that had been beaten to a point where it did not even look human.
Xie Shan felt the ling power in his chest move in reverse. His throat tasted sweet. He could not resist and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Earth element power!
Alright, we are xiuzhe, we care about technique and inspiration … …
"Hee hee, why did Old Forefather have to act?" The yellow-robed old Taoist smiled smugly and leisurely walked in front of Zuo Mo. He slapped Zuo Mo's face and roared with laughter. "Old Forefather's luck today is pretty good, I have to thank you!"
So when Boss's face and neck were red as he looked viciously at them, they all retreated a few steps in unison.
Pia, the ling armor of the yellow-robed old Taoist finally could not endure under such a violent attack and turned to pieces.
"You … …" Zuo Mo's eyes were wide with anger, but his body was unable to move. He finally knew why the other wanted the Nine Turn Sky Soil Disk! The other party cultivated the Earth Elemental Arts.
The presence of the yellow-robed old Taoist suddenly rose. The ling power in the surroundings seemed to suddenly go out of control and was abnormally restless.
Zuo Mo rolled his eyes. These days, why did everyone have such big words?
The difference between jindan and ningmai was something that anyone with some common sense knew. She even felt that Zuo Mo wouldn't dare to resist, and would obediently hand over the talisman. When the yellow-robed old Taoist started the spell, she couldn't help but shake her head and sigh. This master of Golden Crow City really wasn't a smart person.
His heart suddenly hurt, and he was furious. He continued to hit the yellow-robed old Taoist a dozen more times before stopping. He raised his head in satisfaction, one hand holding the yellow-robed old Taoist's neck as he turned to look at the other people.
Boom boom boom!
The yellow-robed old Taoist was very smug. "I'll teach you a lesson. Sixth-grade talismans all have intelligence, and Old Forefather knows a spell that can detect spirits."
Bam bam bam!
"Little baby, you are pretty smart to be able to find Old Forefather." This old man's tone was very arrogant. Facing Zuo Mo's group, he did not show any fear.
This yellow-robed old Taoist was actually a jindan!
Bam!
Facing a jindan at such a close distance, just this terrifying ling pressure was enough to make the great majority of ningmai lose their will to resist.
She recognized the yellow-robed old Taoist. This person was vicious and had killed countless people. Even other jindan were wary of him.
Finishing, he ignored Xie Shan and turned to walk towards Zuo Mo.
He examined Zuo Mo from top to bottom. In the end, his gaze landed on the ring on Zuo Mo's hand. His eyes suddenly lit up and he roared with laughter. "Old Forefather is going to make a small fortune today! He actually has this many dimensional rings! "
He waved his hand heroically and flew first towards the camp.
Pitiful, really pitiful!
This was a thug!
"Return to the camp!"
A light flashed through the yellow-robed old Taoist's eyes.
"Are you alright?"
"Hee hee, little baby, you have a talisman on you. Since you can't use it, why don't you give it to Old Forefather?" the yellow-robed old Taoist said with a smile.
Was he a body cultivation xiuzhe?
Even a brute like Lei Peng was like a little girl at this time, his little face pale and his heart shaking. Zong Ru, who had taught Boss the fist scripture, had an ashen face. He dared guarantee that he definitely hadn't taught this … …
"I urge you not to move." The yellow-robed old Taoist snickered. "Otherwise, you will suffer at Old Forefather's hands."
The development of the matter from the beginning was exactly as she had imagined.
A fist without any ling power had actually beaten the yellow-robed old Taoist to the point that he didn't even look human.
This … … what earth element spell was this, it was so domineering!
"Don't play dumb in front of Old Forefather." The expression of the yellow-robed old Taoist turned cold and was slightly impatient. "Old Forefather doesn't want to listen to your chatter. If you are smart, obediently hand it over. Old Forefather will naturally reward you."
The three divisions of Vermillion Bird Camp silently prepared for battle and could move at any time.
What level of body cultivation was needed to beat a jindan xiuzhe to such a state?
"Don't struggle!" The yellow-robed old Taoist looked disdainfully at Xie Shan. "It's useless. You and I are just a thread apart, but this thread is the difference between heaven and earth. "
Xie Shan gave a muffled grunt. He forcefully channeled ling power and started to cast the sword scripture.
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