Prehistoric: I am the Ten Cold River God, and I am buried in Tang San at the beginning

The outcome of this duel has long been determined and there is no doubt about it!

In order to ensure that Master's grand plans and great undertakings are not disturbed, Venerable Qingxu Daode cleverly planned and set up this bait trap.

They disguised themselves as ordinary villagers, set up traps, and took advantage of Tang San's burial and Jiang Long's good intentions to lure them into the trap. Especially for these simple villagers, they believed deeply.

However, disguise cannot conceal their strength, and unless they are defeated one by one, their foundation cannot be shaken.

Therefore, His Holiness cleverly used physical discomfort as an excuse to lure a person away on the way so that he could have a one-on-one contest and maybe have a chance of winning.

As one of the Twelve Golden Immortals, I am full of confidence. The bright silver hammer in my hand is an offensive weapon that cannot be underestimated.

In the duel, I was no slouch.

At this moment, there was a strange movement in the distance, and Tang San was puzzled: "What's the noise?"

Before he could get closer, a mysterious spiritual light instantly penetrated the realm of his consciousness.

"Hey."

With an angry roar, he came back to his senses and found that the familiar villagers around him had changed into Taoist robes and were challenging him with a fierce offensive.

This sudden change made Tang Sanzong stunned and speechless.

"Master, what does this mean?"

He tried to make sense of what he was seeing.

"What do you mean? Your fate has already been determined. Go to hell."

True Lord Huanglong didn't hesitate, and the sword light was like a rainbow, pointing directly at Tang Sanzian's eyebrows, intending to kill him with a fatal blow.

However, facing this thunder blow, Nezha did not dodge, but faced it with a calm look, and neutralized the attack with one move.

"boom."

The sword edge collided with the bald head, making a crisp sound.

"How can it be."

True Lord Huanglong was shocked. Such a strong attack and the power of the sword failed to hurt him at all!

"Amitabha, it turns out that everything was planned by the benefactor. The poor monk really made an oversight."

Tang Sanzong's eyes were sharp and he revealed the truth word for word.

When he first met the real Huanglong, he ignored his true identity because his human form had no demonic aura. However, he did not expect that the other party was very thoughtful and set up such a tactic.

They underestimated Jianglong's combat effectiveness and thought they would have a chance of victory in single combat, but it turned out that they underestimated the enemy too much.

"drink."

True Lord Huanglong roared again, the sword light was like rain, but Nezha still stood still, letting the attack fall, waiting for the opportunity to counterattack.

Despite the fierce attack, the sword that symbolized authority could not escape the fate of breaking, but Tang Sanbian's body remained unscathed, as tough as a rock.

"This...how is this possible?"

Master Huang Long was in a panic. He originally thought that the sudden attack could subdue Tang Sanzang instantly, but now it seemed that he himself was passive.

Tang Sanzian's eyes were red, filled with murderous intent, and his anger was like a violent wave, constantly attacking Huanglong's mental defense line.

"hateful."

In desperation, Huang Long abandoned the powerless weapon in his hand and decided to fight head-on.

He has full confidence in his own strength. Among the Twelve Golden Immortals, although he does not have many magic weapons, his skills are unparalleled.

He understands that sometimes it is better to specialize in one skill than to have no depth at all.

So, he leaped into the air, his spiritual energy surging like a tornado, ready to spend thousands of years of cultivation to compete with Tang Sanzong.

In the previous battle, Tang Sanzong seemed weak. He only fought with the bronze coffin on his back and had no other special skills.

Jianglong, on the other hand, relied on one move to become the mighty Tianlong, making him appear to be unrivaled in the world.

Master Huang Long concentrated all his spiritual power on his palm, and struck down with an extremely swift palm strike, which was astonishingly powerful.

However, for Tang Sanzong, this was only a trivial challenge.

He didn't even bother to use a bronze coffin, just to ensure it was flawless.

Amidst the loud bang, the bronze coffin withstood the blow, which was deafening. However, Tang San's face remained normal. The coffin absorbed part of the spiritual power, and any attack would be invisible.

Master Huang Long was frightened and quickly retreated.

He believed that this attack was already a trump card. If Tang Sanzong couldn't resist, he might be completely defeated by a series of attacks.

Even if he doesn't die, he must be bundled and sent back to Yuxu Palace and left to the master's disposal.

However, this first step seems to be about to fall short.

Tang San's tenacity was beyond imagination.

On the other side, Jianglong was also fighting hard. Qingxu Daodezhen was wielding a bright silver hammer, and the electric light continued to fall, trying to completely crush his opponent.

Because of this, Jiang Long fell into a passive position and was almost unable to fight back! He originally planned to use the power of the mighty Tianlong to reverse the situation, but the figure followed him like a shadow, obviously not intending to give him any chance to take action!

Although the golden body protection enabled Jianglong to withstand lightning strikes, he was cautious and did not try it easily. "

You cunning fox, where else do you want to escape? "

The Venerable Qingxu Daode shouted angrily, exerting all his strength, his arms trembled, and his magic power gradually became insufficient.

damn it! Despite the continuous attacks, none of them hit. Jiang Long was agile and could always avoid them skillfully. "

Damn thing. "

The Venerable was unwilling to give in and launched an aggressive attack. He firmly believed that victory was within his grasp. He only wanted to completely defeat his opponent and did not care about anything else.

However, Jianglong's dodge left him helpless.

As time passed, the Venerable's physical strength and magic power gradually depleted, and his movements became sluggish. "

Huh..." Jianglong keenly caught his flaw, instantly rose into the air and rushed towards him.

In mid-air, the Venerable seemed to have been hit head-on by a ferocious beast, his internal organs were overturned, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

At that moment, he felt as if he was falling apart and his whole body was weak.

He was trembling with fear.

The next moment, he fell to the ground silently, blood splattering everywhere!

"puff."

Another mouthful of blood spilled out. The Venerable covered his abdomen and gasped hard.

And Jiang Long is like a tireless warrior, facing such an opponent without any pressure.

Seeing the venerable man fall to the ground, he jumped into the air without hesitation.

"The mighty Tianlong."

Amidst the roar, the real dragon on his chest came to life, emerging from his arms, cutting through the air, forming waves.

This sight made the Venerable's hair stand on end, and his breathing became rapid, as if the breath of death was approaching.

Subdued Dragon controls the real dragon to fall rapidly, ready to go.

At this critical moment, His Holiness shouted in horror: "Spare my life, Master, spare my life."

He knew that if he didn't beg for mercy, a thunderous blow would be enough to blow his head to pieces.

He had witnessed how the wolf demon exploded instantly under Jianglong's heavy punch, with blood splattering everywhere. The scene still made him frightened to this day.

Without any warning, a sudden misfortune struck and a certain character was instantly dismembered. This scene was horrifying and marked as an eternal nightmare.

He knows very well that he must not repeat the same mistakes. Even if his dignity is ruined, he must save his life.

His fist was ready to strike, but it did not touch True Monarch Qingxu Moral. Instead, it hit the nearby land. After a loud bang, a deep pit was left on the ground, as if it was crushed by an invisible force. .