?  The True Dragon Seal fell in the sky and went straight to Fang Dang and smashed it down.

??This seal is definitely not simple. Countless golden dragons gushed out of the air. These golden dragons roared and were ferocious. Before the seal arrived, hundreds of golden dragons were already like beasts that had left the gate, pounced towards Fang Dang.

??Each golden dragon carries the power of heaven and earth, or thunder, clouds, flames, or strong wind, and hundreds of natural powers of heaven and earth are pouring backwards towards Fangdang.

??Fang Dang whispered: "So fancy! It seems that your magical powers are as flashy as your golden robe!"

?? Fang Dang has experienced countless battles and crawled out of blood. How is the opponent's magical power and whether it is powerful? Fang Dang can tell a rough idea by just a glance. The real magical power falls on your face like spring rain and you will be surprised. Even if the real magical power has fallen on your face, you will know nothing about it, and you don't know how to die!

??These magical powers that look fancy at first glance often scare people.

??When seeing the Bailong pulling seal rushing over, the Lord Killing Sword in Fang Dang's robe's sleeve let out a clear sang and rushed up like a thunderbolt. Compared with the aura of the hundred golden dragons swooping over, the sword light transformed by the Lord Killing Sword was really dull.

??But it was this sword light that penetrated the sky and the earth, and one piece of a hundred golden dragons flew directly into the seal.

??Four big characters bloomed on the seal - Fengtian Chengyun, one word after another, as gorgeous as fireworks.

??When only the last word is left, the word Yun does not explode, and the power of the Lord Killing Sword is completely dispersed, escapes from the aurora, and retracts back into Fangdang's sleeves.

??The Lord Killing Sword was injured, and the sword edge collapsed several gaps.

??Although the Lord Killing Sword failed to split the body of the seal and stele with one sword, Fang Dang's sword was already scared to the Lord of the Golden Monument and was sweating in a cold sweat.

??The sword body of the Lord Killing Sword collapsed, and dozens of scattered marks appeared on the seal, and the three big characters Feng Tiancheng had been cut and flowers, which were difficult to identify. If even this word of luck was cut, the master of Rolling Gold Monument's cultivation would have to drop at least one level, and it took a hundred years to re-sacrifice the body of the Monument.

??Although the life span of the stele master is quite long, the time they spend on their practice is even longer. Any stele master will feel distressed if they waste a hundred years of time.

??The Lord of the First Blood Monument said in this matter: "It's really an eye-opener. My fellow Taoist's supernatural powers really make me feel heartbroken. I'd like to ask my fellow Taoist to pick me up."

??The first blood stele owner's expression became extremely solemn, and a drop of blood jumped out from the back of his head.

??The blood was originally only the size of a fingertip, but it continued to grow in the air, and eventually became the size of a palm, and turned into the shape of a palm, with five fingers short and thick, and sparse palm lines.

??The blood-made palm shook in the air and went straight to Fang Dang to slap.

??The palm did not have a trace of wind, and did not blew a piece of snowflakes. It slapped in the air, silently, and seemed light and had no strength at all.

??However, it was this palm that looked like there was no momentum that Fang Dang showed a solemn expression for the first time.

??Fang Dang did not dodge because he couldn't dodge. Since he couldn't dodge, Fang Dang naturally stepped forward and slapped it with a palm towards the drop of blood.

?Drops of venom came out of Fang Dang's palm. These venoms were the radiation power drawn from the core of the nuclear reactor. Fang Dang had used this to improve the practice of demonic energy before, and it never stopped every day. The venom rolled in the air and finally condensed into a sharp sword, stabbing towards the palm that was gathering blood.

??The confrontation between the two was only in an instant, and Fang Dang's venom disappeared without a trace, and the big hand made of blood flew towards Fang Dang for a hundred meters, becoming dull, and finally stopped slowly.

??Immediately afterwards, the bright red blood began to gradually turn black.

??When his bloody stele body was contaminated by Fang Dang's venom, the first bloody stele owner was shocked and quickly recalled his bloody stele body.

??But the venom has penetrated into the blood-dripping stele, and the blood-dripping stele is still expanding rapidly and contaminating the blood-dripping stele.

??The owner of the first blood stele was extremely distressed, and quickly entered a large amount of real power into the body of the dripping blood stele. At the same time, he cut off his hands and wrists, dripping blood into the body of the dripping blood stele, forcibly expelling the venom.

??In the end, a thread of blood was spitting out from the mouth of the One Blood Stele, and a face turned pale due to excessive blood loss. The light in the eyes scattered for a while before gathering again.

??The venom on the blood dripping itself has evaporated, and the body of the blood dripping monument has returned to its bright blood red.

??Although the body of the bloody stele was saved, the owner of the first bloody stele knew that his bloody stele body had been severely damaged and it would take at least hundreds of years to reach his peak again.

??Fang Dang fought against four stele masters alone, but he did not lose the upper hand, but instead hit two of them hard.

??This made the four stele masters frightened one by one. At this time, they finally realized that they seemed to have offended people who could not afford to offend.

??In the snow palace hidden in the sky, the venerables were stunned and even cold all over. The power displayed by this Huang Jiao Sect monk named Zhang Kuang was so amazing and terrifying. He was an existence in the realm of casting monuments, and there were still four people. After taking action, they did not gain any advantage in Zhang Kuang, but were short and at a loss.

??So how terrifying should this Zhang Kuang be?

??For the first time in the first time, these venerables began to feel anxious and worried about the future of the Snow Palace.

??Originally, when the four stele masters appeared, in their opinion, there was no difficulty in the world that could not be overcome, but now, they were shocked to find that the four stele masters could not suppress Zhang Kuang!

?? "Do we want to go out to help the four stele masters?" A venerable named Haodao asked in a low voice.

??The red-faced Venerable, who had repaired the injury of broken hands and feet, smiled bitterly at this time: "We? What's the use of going out? Can you block that guy's move and half of the stance, or can you use magical powers to bombard that guy? Let's go out, it's good not to cause trouble, help? That's not to imagine!"

?? "What should we do? I'm so stumped to watch here?" The Master Haodao became obviously angry. Speaking of which, the disaster that Trampled on the Snow Palace would be caused by the Lord's Red-Faced Master.

??The Red-Faced Venerable couldn't say anything for a while. After holding it in for a long time, the Red-Faced Venerable suddenly said, "We can't be stupid here. There is only one thing we can do now!"

??The words of the Red-Faced Venerable immediately attracted the attention of the Venerables.

??The bitter smile on the face of the Red-Faced Venerable was even stronger: "The only thing we can do now is run! No matter what the war between Zhang Kuang and the four stele masters are the result of our war, we should leave the Snow Palace first, so as not to be caught in the end!"
Chapter completed!