"Hahaha, hahaha."

The laughter of Saint Aosong is desolate and arrogant!

joke.

He is a proud and dignified Mahayana monk.

Am I going to die at the hands of these little brats today?

Under extreme anger, Saint Aosong couldn't help laughing, but at the same time, the spiritual energy in his body became more surging.

"Want to kill me? Dreaming!"

He struggled violently.

It can also quickly control the spiritual energy of your whole body.

After all, he is a cultivator in the Mahayana stage.

He has lived for so many years and is very strong and experienced, but these children are only eight or nine years old at most.

They have very little combat experience, they just fight monsters frequently.

Compared with experienced people like Saint Aosong, they are indeed pitifully inexperienced.

Therefore, at this moment, Saint Aosong actually shook their laws again and even threw Changsheng away.

"elder brother."

Several children were anxious.

Changsheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "I'm fine. Let's do it again."

"I will definitely take him down this time."

The children were anxious when they saw their brother was injured, but the brother was still urging him:

"Hurry up."

"I just don't believe it. Your power of law is so strong, but you can't deal with him."

"……it is good."

The children finally fell silent.

At this moment, they had to admit how powerful Saint Aosong was.

But no matter how powerful they are, what does it matter? They are not at the Mahayana stage, and their grandfathers are at the stage of transcending tribulation.

They all beat grandpa, so they can definitely beat him too.

therefore:

"superior."

Several children developed a competitive spirit.

The fighting spirit in his eyes grew stronger.

Saint Aosong hahaha:

"You can't handle me. You can't handle me."

"Go back to playing in the mud."

"This is not a place for you to play."

"wrong."

At this point, Saint Aosong remembered that his goal this time was to make these guys "die!"

Saint Aosong's voice became even more arrogant.

The expressions on the faces of several children became more serious. They had to admit that they had indeed met a difficult person.

but!

Don’t give up, never give up.

Several people formed a formation again and used the power of the law again.

At the same time, the speed of longevity is also getting faster and faster.

She watched her brothers and sisters dragging Saint Aosong in a panic, and also saw Saint Aosong's extremely arrogant face.

"It's time to put an end to this." Changsheng groaned, and finally came with his magic weapon and murderous aura.

This time:

"puff!"

The sound of the instrument hitting the flesh was dull and low.

Aotian stared with wide eyes at the magical weapon that was inserted into his abdomen.

Someone really hurt him.

There really was a little devil who hurt him.

He didn't dodge.

"Ah!"

Saint Aosong let out an extremely violent roar.

At the same time, he once again gathered all the spiritual energy in his body to break free from the current confinement.

Perhaps he was humiliated, or perhaps his extreme anger stimulated his potential, and he finally broke free from Chang Ning and the others' rules. At the same time:

"boom!"

He swung out with all his strength, facing Xiao Changsheng directly.

"Immortality!"

Gu Linglong's eyes were almost bleeding as she looked at the scene with uncontrollable anger and flew to Changsheng.

Just in time to catch Changsheng being knocked down in mid-air.

Changsheng felt dizzy, and the next moment he fell into a warm embrace. When he looked up again:

"Mother."

He was in so much pain, but also so proud.

He didn't bring shame to his mother.

There was no real embarrassment among the old monster's men.

"Mom, I'm not a coward."

Finally, Changsheng fell into a coma.

The other five children were already in a state of confusion when they saw Changsheng injured, but they still tried their best to control Saint Aosong.

It was not until their father and grandfather arrived that they had a chance to catch their breath and rushed to their brother's side.

Just seeing their unconscious brother, the children were filled with remorse and grief.

They are still too arrogant.

As for Patriarch Ling Tian and Wen Daochen, seeing Chang Sheng injured, they felt heartbroken.

Especially Wen Daochen:

"Master, leave him to me."

From damaging one's own reputation to hurting one's own children.

He...will never let Aosong go!

"……it is good."

Ling Tian was depressed, but finally nodded.

Wen Daochen has already started fighting with Saint Aosong.

Aosong was already surrounded by anger at this moment.

He didn't get rid of any of the people he wanted to kill, especially those little bastards, who were now showing up in public in a high-profile manner.

Especially at this moment, Wen Daochen actually had to face him alone.

"Okay, okay, Wen Daochen, since you want to die, then come on!"

Saint Aosong was ignited once again. When he fought with those brats before, not only did he not gain any advantage, he was also injured in his dantian, which made him lose face.

Now Wen Daochen, as a father, has not expressed any opinion and is determined to avenge those little bastards.

How could this take him seriously?

When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

and so!

"Wen Daochen, I will not be a human being unless I kill you."

He must kill Wen Daochen.

Wen Daochen didn't say anything, but the light in his eyes became even colder.

He looked at the old man.

He asked himself that he had never taken the initiative to provoke this old man, but ever since the incident with Xu Yanbo in Qinhuai, this old man has been picking on him everywhere.

If it was just him, he wouldn't mind.

But now, this person is actually involving his wife and children, and even hurting his children. He doesn't agree.

Now this old man is calling for him to be beaten and killed again.

"bring it on."

Wen Daochen only left two cold words.

Soon the two men were evenly matched.

Both of them have reached the Mahayana stage of cultivation, and because Saint Aosong is older, his cultivation is even more advanced.

Therefore, in terms of the depth of his cultivation, Wen Daochen is at a disadvantage.

but!

"The power of thunder!"

Wen Daochen unceremoniously summoned the law of thunder.

“It’s the same petty trick again.” Saint Aosong chuckled, “I’ve just seen this kind of trick from your brat. It’s nothing special, nothing special. Hahahaha.”

Saint Aosong is extremely arrogant.

Even if those little guys used their abilities together, it would still be just like this. So what if Wen Daochen was their father? It was still the same.

He looked forward to seeing Wen Daochen's defeat.

It would be best if you collapsed at his feet in a mess and struggled to survive.

"Wen Daochen, go to hell, go to hell."

"Only if you die can I keep my reputation in this life."

So in the end, he still cared about this matter. He said so nice things before, but in fact it was just a cover-up. It was only at this time that he finally exposed his true face.

But what about Wen Daochen?

Want him dead?

dream!

There are so many people around him whom he cares about, loves and cherishes. How could he easily commit suicide?

"So, Aosong...it's time to end."

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