Chapter 180: The three holy places gathered together to seize the holy medicine of the poor monk?

Chapter 180: The three holy places gathered together to seize the holy medicine of the poor monk?

"Ha ha…"

Luo Tiange looked at the giant sword that covered the sky in the sky, without the slightest fear.

"call…"

With a wave of his right hand, all the cultivators standing behind him flew out backwards, away from the center of the battle.

Luo Tiange sat cross-legged on the ground, chanting words in his mouth.

"Well..."

Dao Dao Taigu Sanskrit sound spit out from his mouth.

Every time a word was uttered, hundreds of millions of golden Sanskrit words flew out, covering the nine heavens and ten places.

These Sanskrit words quickly penetrated into Luo Tiange's body.

His fleshly body swelled rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, an ancient Buddha shrouded the world.

The vast power radiated from him, changing the whole world and sublimating everyone's hearts.

It is completely an ancient Buddha, with the power to control the world.

"Hmph, pretentious, over-comprehensive!"

Ye Wenchen snorted coldly, and quickly shot the giant sword at Luo Tiange.

"Ding…"

A metallic crunch sounded.

The giant sword was lightly clamped by Luo Tiange's two fingers, and Ye Wenchen was unable to control the long sword even if Ye Wenchen tried his best.

"Boom..."

Luo Tiange clenched his fingers lightly.

The giant sword that shrouded the heavens and the earth shattered directly, exploded into countless rays of light and shadows, and disappeared.

"flutter…"

Affected by the force of the reaction, Ye Wenchen directly spit out a mouthful of blood.

There was a look of horror on his face.

Looking at Luo Tiange, it was like looking at an ancient supreme being, and he couldn't feel the slightest reaction in his heart.

At the moment when he was stunned, a big hand that covered the sky peeked down from the sky and rushed towards Ye Wenchen.

"Do not!"

"Elder, Sect Master, help!"

Ye Wenchen let out a loud roar.

After this, ripples suddenly appeared in the sky.

Figures one after another came from the void.

However, where can it be.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Wenchen was grasped by Zhetian's big hand, and no matter how much he struggled, it was of no use at all.

"Presumptuous, bold!"

Several angry shouts sounded.

Dozens of figures stood in front of Luo Tiange.

The two headed, one was a white-bearded old man.

He held a scepter and bowed his waist, looking like an old man who was about to die.

However, the power contained in his body is extremely surging, and it seems to be able to destroy the sky and destroy the earth.

He is the Great Elder of the Sword Sect - Jian Po Kyushu.

Beside him stood a middle-aged man.

This person, on the other hand, is the master of the Sword Sect - Burial Sword.

Behind them, there are dozens of elders who have aspired to the Sword Sect.

Every elder has reached the realm of the king of gods.

The terrifying aura, continuous together, seems to drown the world.

"I... My God, the Sect Master of Aspiring Sword Sect is here!"

"Beside him, it seems to be the Great Elder of the Sword Sect - Jian Po Kyushu!"

"God, such a big man can be seen here, I am dreaming!"

The moment the two appeared, it immediately caused a burst of exclamations from all around.

Everyone looked at the buried sword and the sword broke through Kyushu, and their faces were full of worship.

Buried Swords ignored these gazes.

He looked at Luo Tiange as if he were looking at a commoner.

"Sanzang, you can't swallow so many holy medicines alone!"

"This seat doesn't make it difficult for you, you can get a root of ten thousand poisons, and the others, take them out and let us share!"

"Also, hand over Jian Wenchen!"

Burial Sword said lightly, as if he had said something trivial.

Although this is not a big word, it clearly reaches everyone's ears.

Not long after leaving the funeral sword, Jian Aotian stood there, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

Afterwards, he let out a long sigh of relief, secretly saying that it was dangerous.

"I knew that Jian Wenchen dared to be so arrogant, so there are people behind him!"

"I didn't expect that the sect master and the first elder came here. It seems that for the holy medicine, it is bound to get it!"

"Fortunately, I made a wise decision!"

Jian Aotian muttered to himself, a smug look on the corner of his mouth.

Luo Tiange looked at Burial Sword and did not speak.

"And you guys, stand up or be obliterated by this seat!"

Burial Sword looked at the cultivators behind Luo Tiange and said.

A terrifying momentum followed this voice and swept over everyone.

this moment.

Everyone seemed to be in the cold winter, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

"Master Sanzang, I'm sorry!"

Immediately, a cultivator fled from behind Luo Tiange and stood behind the funeral sword.

Even the ancestor of Wandu stood up and bowed deeply to Luo Tiange, "I'm sorry, Master Sanzang, it's not a pity for me to die alone, but my Wandu Sect has tens of millions of children, they can't have an accident!"

After finishing speaking, the ancestor of Wandu also left quickly.

Luo Tiange did not stop him from responding to these people.

Soon, only a few thousand people were left behind Luo Tiange.

These people leaned back behind Luo Tiange with a decided look on their faces.

"Even if I wait for death, it is impossible to betray Master Sanzang!"

"Just to die, the path of the cultivator is extremely dangerous, if you are threatened, you have to surrender, then you need to build a hammer?"

"A group of people who are greedy for life and afraid of death!"

"That's right, what about Master Sanzang's horse head? What about his face?"

These cultivators pointed at the hundreds of thousands of cultivators who had fled and shouted loudly.

Every sound pierced into their chests like silver needles, causing endless pain.

"Those who know the current affairs are Junjie, and stubborn people like you will surely die!"

"That is, since ancient times, history has been written by the victors!"

Some of these people responded loudly.

The whole scene became a scolding street.

With the right hand of the buried sword, everyone immediately shut up and stopped talking.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Luo Tiange, waiting for him to respond.

Luo Tiange's mouth twitched.

"Looks like you've all made a choice!"

His eyes swept to the void, and the corner of his mouth sneered, "Heilongzong, all of the silent pavilion, are you still not showing up when you come?"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar all around.

"What? There are still people in the void? Could it be that the people from the Black Dragon Sect are also here?"

"It seems that yes, even the people from the silent pavilion are here!"

"Now, the three holy places are all here!"

Everyone looked at the void together, and their eyes remained motionless.

Not long after Luo Tiange finished speaking.

"Om..."

Above the void, layers of transparent ripples shook.

Figures one after another appeared in the sky.

The two sides quickly gathered together.

One side, all dressed in black robes, each had a black dragon symbol embroidered on them.

All of these people are women, and the person at the head is even more beautiful, like an immortal descended to earth.

The kind of temperament that does not stick to the mundane makes people full of worship.

She is the current Sect Master of the Black Dragon Sect - Mo Wanjun.

All the people she brought have reached the realm of the king of gods.

On the other side, there are a group of men and women dressed in different clothes.

This group of people are all people from the silence pavilion.

The head of the person, named Yun Xiang, is the current Great Elder of Jijie Pavilion.

"Oh, it's really not easy for the two sect masters to come in person!"

"It's not like us, the pavilion master travels around the world and disappears!"

Yun Xiang stepped forward, showing a cynical look.

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