The roar of thunder rang in my ears, very suddenly.

The spring thunder in the tongue of the illusory old man was like a thunder in the continuous spring rain. Backed by strong spiritual power, it expanded the power of the sound waves and plunged everyone into a roar.

The brainwashed consciousness was also blank, and there was a look of confusion in his eyes, as if he had been attacked by Ning Tao's soul. There was blood overflowing from his ears, and the same was true for Wudang Yifang.

This roar was extremely powerful, but it was an indiscriminate attack.

Although this is not sonic martial arts, it is better than this. It is the old man's martial arts that he obtained through his own understanding.

Everyone, from Hou Tian's disciples to the ancestors of the God Refiners, were all more or less affected, but the ancestors were the first to regain consciousness by virtue of their strong strength.

Immediately afterwards, it was not Wuwu, Daoxuan and others, but Ning Tao who was the first to regain consciousness. He had the instinctive resistance of the Eye of the Candle Dragon and his soul was very strong, so that was why he was like this.

When everyone woke up one by one, they were all shocked. What level of strength did this old man have? It was so terrifying, but why hadn't they heard of it?

Seeing their absent-minded eyes, they were all shocked. Only then did the old man Xuan Huan achieve his goal. He took this opportunity to shout: "It's all nonsense, daydreaming, and wishful thinking!"

"In my opinion, your idea of ​​recreating a treasure land is simply childish and ridiculous. It is a shame for our monks. If your whims can be realized, there is no point in working hard!"

He drank violently and clashed with everyone's beliefs.

Daoxuan was the first to realize something was wrong and retorted: "Although we respect you as a senior, we do not agree with your words. As long as the conditions are met, we will definitely be able to create another treasure land."

When the old man heard this, he sneered and said: "If you go by your thoughts, I'm afraid the treasure land has already fallen into ruins. What is the Dharma Ending Age? It means that some kind of changes have taken place in the world."

"This kind of change is not suitable for us monks to survive and adapt to the new generation. Heaven and earth will only destroy us instead of accommodating us, let alone allow us to rise from despair."

"No one can explain why this treasure land was formed, but I can tell you clearly that even if you copy it exactly as it is, the treasure land will never be born."

"This place is probably my monk's chance of survival."

There was sadness in the old man's angry shout, which completely refuted the ideas of Daoxuan and others, and what he said was very mysterious, as if the monks were about to face a disaster and face extinction.

Xu Wang couldn't help it, and immediately said in a deep voice: "You are a senior, your cultivation is higher than ours, and you have lived longer than us. If you want to make something up, it is definitely not difficult."

"But you can be sure that this treasure land...is a gift from God!"

The last three words were very strong, which made everyone think more deeply about this word, thus refuting what the old man said.

When the old man Xu Huan heard this, a hint of sarcasm appeared in the corner of his bitter mouth. He raised his head and looked at the vast sky. His heart was not suddenly enlightened, but instead filled with sadness.

Being in the middle of a situation but unaware of the danger is also a kind of helplessness.

People in the world will always be pedantic and ignorant. They disdain the truth and only want the temptation in front of them, but they don't know what kind of murderous intention is hidden behind the temptation.

Whether this is...a gift from God, or a return of light...reflection, everything...is still hard to say, hard to say...!

Seeing that the old man was silent and vain, he immediately said loudly: "Practice is a gamble. What's more, there is no loss. Even if we can recreate a treasure land, we will be satisfied."

"If you don't even dare to try, how can you be willing to do it?"

Daoxuan also stood up and said: "We just want to try it, why did the seniors stop it? If it really succeeds, it will be good news for all the monks in Hongmeng, and we are doing it for everyone...!"

Hearing this, the old man Xu Huan shook his head. These people had taken their luck and interests deep into the bone marrow. He was like Hua Tuo, who scraped the bones to heal his wounds. He was powerless against the bone marrow.

He wanted to give the last advice, but half of his goal was achieved. These disciples returned to the level of half-belief and half-belief, and were close to collapse. There was really too much information and not enough brains.

He said solemnly: "I can tell you clearly that if you really take that female doll away, not only will you not be able to create another treasure land, this place will also disappear."

"The last hope of our monks will turn into despair."

"I can tell you a piece of news. Hongmeng once cooperated with the country's top technology in an attempt to revive the glory of the monks, but on a rainy day, it was... destroyed by lightning!"

As soon as this statement came out, many people's eyes flashed. There was a period of time when some people disappeared inexplicably...!

In response to this, Xuwang just sneered and said: "Scaremongering."

Hearing these words and seeing this situation, the old man Xu Huan was filled with despair. He said this. He only had to fulfill his original purpose for these paranoid descendants.

No more nonsense, he suddenly appeared in front of Ning Tao and said with a smile: "Have you ever relieved yourself, little friend?"

When Ning Tao heard this, his eyes flashed and he said honestly: "Never."

His hatred for these guys is as endless as the water of the Yellow River. How can he relieve his anger so easily? He, Ning Tao, must repay kindness and kill when he has hatred. He has already... got angry.

Hearing this, the old man said very domineeringly: "Then continue until the little friend is relieved. Otherwise, we will never stop."

Hearing these words, the Wudang Patriarch and others pondered on their faces, what exactly was this terrifying god-refining master’s plan and what was his intention? They did not believe that pie would fall from the sky.

When Daoxuan and others heard this, their expressions changed drastically. This senior actually wanted to attack them, and his attitude was more firm than before. Did their rebuttal make him angry?

"Senior, if you have anything to say, please speak up. Don't take action. With your strength and identity, you want to take action against us. Don't you think you are bullying the small ones? We are the backbone of Hongmeng...!"

Ning Tao saw that Daoxuan yelled the most, so he was the most hateful. He was a despicable villain who stabbed you at the critical moment, and stabbed you again when you were in the most danger.

He pointed at Daoxuan and said coldly, "Senior, do you know how to play a top and what is a whip?"

The old man said nothing and directly used his spiritual power to create a slender thorn whip. Those barbs were deliberately made by him. His sincere words were regarded as a wolf-hearted thing, and he really deserved to be beaten!

When Daoxuan and the two saw this, they were frightened out of their wits. Those sharp barbs made their scalps numb, and they retreated desperately, but with the power of the old man, how could they escape?

"Papa...!"

"Ah... no... don't... ah...!"

After a few whips, the two of them were dripping with blood and wailing again and again. The layer of flesh and blood was already bloody and miserable, but the old man was merciless and even let the barbs pierce the flesh...

"Ahh...!"

Hearing these screams, Wudang was very excited, as if he heard the most beautiful sound in the world, reaching deep into his soul, and the pores all over his body relaxed, feeling relaxed.

At this time, Ning Tao said quietly: "Senior, I have played whack-a-mole before. Last time I went to the park, I didn't enjoy it."

The old man's body froze and his face twitched. Although he was complaining in his heart, he still did as he was told. The majestic spiritual power surged directly into a large dark cloud, which was actually many giant hands.

"Boom boom...!"

This time the attack covered everyone, and no disciple of the four major sects was spared. They were hit hard by the giant hand, and they ran away in panic, holding their heads in their hands. It was extremely miserable and unforgettable.

"Ah...ah...don't...!"

When the Wudang party saw this, they were so excited that they convulsed. These guys should be beaten like this. Zhao Shuang, Shang Zhuo, Zhao Tianming... were beaten even worse, with broken bones and blood spurting out...!
Chapter completed!