Sword Master Ling Tian

"The son of Huigen is very good, how can he ruin his great future because of his desire to speak and love for his children?"

The headed monk said: "The poor monk is Wujing, the sixth disciple of Fahua Temple. This time, he was entrusted by Master Zhang Temple to welcome the donor back."

"The donor can rest assured, with the protection of my senior brother, even if it is the Nagaruo Temple, it can't be used by the donor."

A hint of helplessness flashed across Qin Shaoyang's face, but he hadn't spoken any more, and he sneered, but it sounded from the ground.

"Hahaha, what a joke!"

"Wu Jing, your Fahua Temple is just a bunch of bald donkeys, how can such a big tone belittle my Jialuo Temple?"

When the sound fell, a sandy mountain suddenly bulged in the desert, and then a huge dark red scorpion monster came out of it.

On the back of the monster beast, ten lamas in red robes stood impressively at this time.

"Jiu Yanming!"

"You are really chasing after you!"

When Wu Jing and the others turned around, their pupils suddenly shrank.

Wujing's ranking is fortieth on the Qingyun list, and the four juniors behind him are also the top 50 masters.

However, the opponent now has as many as ten people, and they are all Tianjiao around fifty. Among them, Hao Yanming, who is the head, is ranked 30th, and his combat power is much higher than his enlightenment.

"Hehe, that kid saw something that he didn't dare to look at, and he took something that belonged to my Jialuo Temple disciple. He must die."

"Furthermore, you know that he has offended me, Jialuo Temple, but you dare to save him. You are going to die too!"

Na Jiu Yanming's face was dark, and his eyes were slightly squinted, making him look hideous.

"Haha, Hao Yanming, you want to kill the poor monks and others, I'm afraid it will not be so easy."

"This benefactor, the poor monk is in Baoding, and my senior brother and others have already rushed here."

"Hahahaha!" Na Yuyan let out a frantic laugh, and then said coldly: "Although we belong to Buddhism, but I do not look down on you group of bald donkeys eating grass!"

"Don't talk to me about big brothers, they are a few people, now I am afraid that they are hard to protect themselves."

"As for you guys, I have said that with four arms and black blood in my hand, one person is enough to destroy you!"

As he said, there was a flash in his hand, and a black small pestle rippling with a strong **** spirit emerged.

"Four-armed black blood pestle!"

Wu Jing suddenly exclaimed, his face changed drastically when he looked at the weapon in the hand of Jiu Yanming.

This weapon is among the king's swords of the club, and it is enough to rank in the top ten, but it is a rare king's weapon.

Such blessing can make this Jiu Yanming's combat power skyrocket again.

"Hahaha, are you scared?"

"The boy, these bald donkeys can't protect you, so please come forward obediently now, hand over what belongs to us, and then let me wait for it to be slaughtered immediately, and take the spirit and blood!"

Jiu Yanming looked at Qin Shaoyang behind the monk.

"I bother!"

"What are you guys?!"

However, what changed the expressions of Jiu Yanming and others was that Qin Shaoyang didn't have any fear, but instead began to curse.

"Little master, I am not afraid of you. Tell you what monks are stinky lamas, there is someone behind me!"

"My elder sister and brother-in-law will be here soon, and you will all have to die for me as soon as they arrive!"

Although Qin Shaoyang was embarrassed, he still pinched his waist and shielded Ye Baoer behind him.

"Ha ha, ha ha ha ha..."

Jiu was startled at first, then looked at each other with the left and right lama, smiled and said, "Is he so stupid by us?"

"He wants us all to die?"

"Someone behind you?"

"Behind you is the barrier between Li Ziyu and Kun Ziyu. Even if my big brother Kuma comes, he can't make it through!"

"Who can be behind you?"

"Hahahaha!"

After all, the dozen or so lamas all laughed up to the sky and were extremely frantic. As for Wujing and others, they all shook their heads and sighed, secretly saying that Qin Shaoyang might be a maddening madness.

"Hehe, what he said is right..."

"Behind him, there is someone."

However, at this moment, the laughter of Jiu Yanming and others had not yet fallen, and a coquettish woman's voice sounded from behind Qin Shaoyang.

"Who!"

The sudden voice made Jiu Yanming and others startled, and then their faces were shocked.

Because their spiritual thoughts spread, they didn't even sense the existence of others.

Where does this sound come from?

"Who!? Who dares to pretend to be a ghost in front of my Jialuo Temple and get out of me!"

"Hahaha, Jiu Yanming, you are really getting worse and worse, don't you even hear my voice?"

At this time, the barrier barrier behind Qin Shaoyang suddenly cracked a gap, a wisp of blue smoke poured in, and then slowly condensed into a figure in front of Qin Shaoyang.

"Hi...Hundred Poison Witch, Zhen Mo Ran?!"

"Why are you leaving my domain?"

Seeing that figure walk out of the blue smoke, Jiu Yanming was suddenly shocked.

"My son said that his brother-in-law was bullied, and he wants you all to die, so...I'll come here first!"

Zhen Moran played with Chi Punishment in his hand, smiling charmingly.

"Let us die?"

Jiu Yanming's face gradually became gloomy, although he could feel the current Zhen Mo Ran, his cultivation base was greatly advanced.

"Hehe, I'm afraid you think too much. Maybe you have some chance, but do you think you can kill all of us by yourself?"

He disdainfully said.

"Mo Ran, don't talk nonsense with them."

However, at this time, another voice sounded from behind Qin Shaoyang.

And immediately after that, there was a loud bang, like a nine-day divine thunder, blasting in everyone's ears.

Bang!

It was like a divine bell humming and Sha Hai violently shook. Everyone was horrified watching Qin Shaoyang's barriers with huge ripples, and under their gazes, the barriers clicked and shattered. A huge hole was opened!

The barrier of the barrier was actually shattered by someone!

Not only that, through the hole, they suddenly saw a group of warriors with a contemptuous smile, standing on the opposite side in a dense number.

The number is three thousand!

Not only that, many of these people are faces that are familiar to Jiu Yanming!

Golden Armor King Ran Min, jade face swordsman Zhang Jing!

Qingshui swordsman Liu Min!

Even the masters such as Ning Cai'er and Lu You have all since!

And the head of all of them, a white-clothed, white-haired son Jun Yi, slowly lowered the black club in his hand.

"Is that Zongmenjialuo Temple, the first overlord of the Western Regions?"

Ling Tian stepped into the sand sea, slowly raising his eyes.

"It's gone."

The sound is not loud, but it is beyond doubt.

It was cold as frost, and the whole sand sea was completely cold in an instant.

"Brother-in-law, my god!"

Qin Shaoyang heard the extremely familiar voice and turned back slowly.

Seeing that figure, his face flushed with excitement.

"Shaoyang, I'm late..."