I'm 16 years old, what's wrong with my combat power exceeding 100 million?

On the side of the abbot's holy land, the leader was an old man in gray clothes, leading the disciples in the transformation stage who had come to investigate the situation earlier. His face was full of wrinkles, and the beard around his mouth was sparse, giving people a feeling of twilight.

But just standing there, the aura emanating from his whole body was intimidating.

"Fellow Daoist Li, I really didn't expect to see you here."

The old man Wang Juren smiled coldly and looked at the middle-aged Yingzhou man Li Yuan in front of him.

Li Yuan was wearing a scribe's gown. He was not as unkempt as the old man, and he showed seriousness everywhere.

But his voice was a little sarcastic: "Old man Wang, didn't you come to take a trip into this muddy water as usual?"

"But think about it, your abbot has been in the Holy Land for so many years, and you don't even have a junior who can take over from you. Every time something big happens, you have to take action personally."

"Are you tired?"

at the same time.

Gao Xi, who was playing, saw so many people at once, his little face turned pale with fright.

She subconsciously hugged the little guy tightly and said tremblingly: "Who are you?"

"What are you doing?!"

Several bodyguards who had been waiting beside Gao Xi also rushed up immediately.

They are all masters at the Dan-formation stage, and this kind of configuration is already very luxurious in Xiangcheng City.

The leader, captain Xiao Yichen, is highly regarded and is at the peak of the core formation. Half of his feet have already entered the Nascent Soul stage!

But when he saw the young people coming, their expressions were more solemn than ever.

He felt the aura of fear from these people!

"Xixi, don't be afraid. Brother Xiao is here. Brother Xiao will protect you."

Xiao Yichen quickly protected Gao Xi behind him and kept comforting him.

Then, he raised his head to look at the two groups of people, and said in a deep voice: "I don't know who is coming, but this is the Gao family..."

But he was just halfway through his words.

Pfft!

Wang Juren just raised his hand and knocked it away at will.

Several people fell heavily to the ground like broken sacks, vomiting blood and dying.

It was even because of his status as the elder of the Holy Land that Wang Juren did not kill him.

"Okay, these wastes have been dealt with, now it's your turn, Fellow Daoist Li!"

"This ancient beast's bloodline, our abbot's holy land, is about to be decided!"

Not to be outdone, Li Yuan snorted: "What are you talking about? You make it sound like we are giving up!"

"Besides, as I just said, your Abbot's Holy Land has been in trouble in recent years. If we really start a fight, if you, the Great Elder at the peak of Void Return, are injured, the vitality of Abbot's Holy Land will be greatly damaged!"

"If you ask me, you should leave voluntarily and give us the blood of this sacred beast!"

"After we go back, we can spread the word that you guys have done a great job in helping us open the way!"

After saying this, the smell of gunpowder gradually became stronger.

"If that's the case, there's no point in talking about it!"

"Li Yuan, you and I are both at the peak level of returning to the void, let's compete today!"

"Disciples, please obey the order. If you don't want to die, please retreat immediately!"

Wang Juren immediately waved his hand, took out a few formation flags, and placed them around.

I saw a huge blue shield that immediately enveloped the entire Gao family and isolated the battlefield between the two from everything else.

This is a shielding formation. As long as it is covered, no matter how hard the people inside fight, they will not be able to notice it at all unless they have reached the Void Return Stage.

It is almost possible to achieve small-scale isolation from the world.

After all, mortals suffer when gods fight. If it is not sealed off, the entire Xiangcheng may be destroyed.

all of a sudden.

Li Yuan and Wang Juren disappeared for a moment, and when they reappeared, they had already touched each other in the formation.

Wang Juren held a huge black flag, and when he waved his hand, there was a strong wind, accompanied by the sound of crying gods and ghosts. While protecting himself, a strong wind cage suddenly formed, trying to lock Li Yuan.

Li Yuan took out a dark yellow oil-paper umbrella, poured it into his cultivation, and suddenly a golden light burst out!

It's sizzling!

Gangfeng and golden light kept colliding and wearing away.

The golden light gradually broke away a little of the shackles of the prison.

At this time, Li Yuan turned his hand and suddenly made a seal, and actually sacrificed the incarnation of a graceful fairy behind him, and his body and spirit became one. He raised the oil-paper umbrella, and his figure suddenly increased several times. Seeing the strong wind cage It's about to break.

Wang Juren looked calm, and just waved the flag again, sending a black wind, and the cage was once again stabilized.

The two of them exchanged only two moves, but the formation that had just been enveloping them was already a bit overwhelmed and was beginning to show signs of collapse.

This kind of strength is also what the two of them rely on as the great elders of the Holy Land.

The two people's spells gradually reduced their power in unison, lest the formation really collapse and destroy the entire Xiangcheng.

Unexpectedly, as the infusion of cultivation became less, Wang Juren's usually invincible wind flags, but now the wind blades he transformed into were actually much thinner.

On the contrary, it was Li Yuan's side. Although the golden light was dim, it was still fierce.

Whoosh!

at this time!

Just hearing a soft sound, Li Yuan suddenly separated a golden light as thin as an ox hair, which looked like a sword, and disappeared into Wang Juren's strong wind at a very fast speed.

Followed by.

Whoa!

There was a sound of blood splattering, and a large hole was directly punched through Wang Juren's left shoulder, and his whole body rolled backwards and fell to the ground.

Then, the strong wind dissipated, and the black flag no longer shined, falling to the ground like a mortal thing.

"Elder! What's wrong with you?"

All the disciples on the ground were also panicked and hurried to Wang Juren's side.

I saw that Wang Juren's face was pale, and there was a black air between his eyebrows.

"Golden Thread Needle! Li Yuan! After all these years! You are still obsessed with these heresy and using hidden weapons behind your back!"

"And you actually put poison on the tip of the needle!"

"This is so despicable!"

Li Yuanyang was full of arrogance, with victorious smiles on his face.

"Natural selection means survival of the fittest. As long as you can win, who cares whether the means are despicable or not?"

"Besides, we are in the Holy Land, and we in Yingzhou don't want to kill everyone. I haven't pierced your heart with a single needle. I'm kind enough!"

"Old man Wang, just leave, I won't embarrass you!"

As soon as these words came out, Wang Juren gritted his teeth in anger: "What? Are you showing mercy?"

"When will I need you to give me charity?"

Li Yuan sneered: "Why, are you still unwilling to admit defeat?"

"If you still want to fight, it will be a matter of life and death. Do you want to make the two Holy Lands fight to the death?"

"Hmph, just wait and see!"

Wang Juren knew that there was nothing he could do against Li Yuan, so he could only say harsh words.

After saying that, he waved his sleeves, rolled up all the disciples, and disappeared.

The formation on the ground that was just used to block the aura gradually dissipated...