Chapter 407

"Ah! Stone statue The stone statue is moving

Accidentally glimpsed this scene, Fang rubing was scared to scream, suddenly hiding behind Ning Feixuan, his delicate body trembled, and his teeth were trembling.

Meng ran and Ning Feixuan raised their eyes, and suddenly saw the statue of God opened their eyes and spewed out their words!

"Who will awaken me?"

Qi Tai was so excited at the sight that she repeatedly kowtowed and saluted, "tell the grandmaster that the disciple is the current leader of Taiyi sect. The disciple is incompetent and fails to preserve the founder's orthodoxy. Nearly a hundred of his disciples were slaughtered by the murderer!"

The green faced ghosts and gods were in a rage, and the bloody lights shot out from the ghosts and gods, which instantly made the castle stone hall full of holes.

Just like the end of the world, the whole hall trembled with smoke and dust.

"Who dares to destroy my orthodoxy? I will devour his ghosts!"

The ghosts and gods recovered completely. Qi Taiyi, who knelt down on the ground, felt like an ant.

"The power of the divine realm! This is the power of the divine realm Qi Taiyi was full of tears. In front of this power, he was the real person who practiced Dharma, and could not match him at all.

"God God state? "

Ning Feixuan looks pale.

The super soldiers of China, who have been fighting with taiyimen for so many years, hold extremely accurate information in their hands. However, they have never heard that there is such a myth in taiyimen that the divine realm is hidden.

"Damn it! How can there be a divine realm! "

In front of the divine realm, the A-level ability in Ning Feixuan's body was suppressed invisibly. It was half a minute and could not be mobilized!

"Grandmaster! It's him! It is he who destroys my orthodoxy and kills me. He asks the grandmaster to kill this son

Qi Tai one by one pointed to the young man in white who was standing with negative hands, showing endless resentment in his eyes.

"Meng ran!"

This time, all people's eyes are focused on Meng ran.

Ghosts and gods, like those bloody monsters, suddenly moved to Meng Ran's body, and even more said: "mole ants, you dare to kill..."

But the ghost did not speak, but saw the young man in white and pointed like a sword, one finger chopped out.

A sword with golden radiance shot from his fingertips like the tide of the East China Sea and a line of heaven and earth!

Tianjian Xianzong, no double sword style, breaking the sky!

At this moment, the only golden light left in people's eyes, like a knife to cut off water, was directly cut on the body of the ghost.

This three Zhang tall, green faced fangs and gods are like paper paste, which is cut in two with one sword!

"Ah

Ghosts and gods were completely destroyed, and a heartrending roar broke out in the castle stone hall.

A stream of bloody smoke spurted out from the image of ghosts and gods. It turned out to be a Taoist priest with a Taoist crown and a brush in his hand.

However, what is not consistent with his status as a Taoist is that he is carrying a tremendous amount of blood, which seems to be fished out of the blood pool. His eyes are also red!

"Ants, how dare you destroy me!"

The Taoist is almost transparent, not a living person!

"It turned out to be a ghost of Dacheng. This breath seems to have entered the period of transformation."

The voice just fell, suddenly see Meng ran sword eyebrow a vertical, kill the meaning is awe inspiring.

"In the period of transforming the Yuan Dynasty, there are thousands of ghosts killed in vain! I don't want to kill you. I'm ashamed of you

Anger ran a drink, Meng ran palm out of thin air, surprised to see a white folding fan flying out of his body, firmly holding in the palm.

At the moment of the appearance of the snow-white folding fan, the Taoist and Qi Taiyi were all trembling, as if they had met a natural enemy.

"This What is this? "

The voice of those who hold the dust is trembling.

"Die!"

With a startling sound, the folding fan opened, and there was a golden ancient character rushing out from the folding fan.

It's the word "Dao"!

The ancient Chinese characters turned into a touch of gold, printed on the spirit of the spirit.

The ghost of Dacheng, who had been cultivated for the past and the present, did not even utter a scream. It immediately turned into a wisp of smoke and eliminated the invisible.

What a Grandmaster! Die!