"Boom boom...!"

"Ahhh...we surrender...ahhhh...!"

In the sky, a dark cloud formed by countless giant spiritual hands covered the four major sects' disciples, just like hitting a crazy gopher in the park, slapping down hard.

Many disciples had their noses bruised and their faces swollen. Zhao Tianming's front teeth were knocked out. Zhao Shuang's nosebleed violently and he was no longer human. Shang Zhuo simply accepted his fate and lay on the ground.

Qiu Ze, who was weaker than them all, was even more miserable. He was chased and swatted by giant spiritual hands, like swatting flies, each swat was accurate, and each time he was swatted harder and harder, he was in a miserable state.

He roared to the sky, but attracted more giant hands, and was immediately beaten into a human shape. He left countless human-shaped dents along the way, but no one could save him this time.

His master, Liao Kong, was also in a very embarrassed state, but he was very strong and had no deliberate verbal attacks before, so the old man did not focus on taking care of him and calculated rewards and punishments clearly.

As for the three elders, one was shot underground and was semi-conscious due to anger, while the other two were bruised and bloody, as if they had been poisoned by the palace.

"Ahh... help... ah...!"

"Boom boom...!"

No matter how they screamed, the old man remained unmoved. He kept beating the moles according to Ning Tao's orders, but he was measured and targeted in beating them, and he was not gentle.

On the other hand, the Wudang disciples were like tourists in a park, exclaiming with joy and clapping their hands in applause. The previous aggrievedness and depression were all released at this moment.

Huashan people used to be so arrogant that they could raise their heads to the sky, but now, every bone is falling apart when they are hit, and their heads are embedded in the ground, and they can no longer be lifted up.

Their embarrassment and misery were all appreciated by the Wudang disciples. The Tianshan disciples covered their mouths and chuckled, feeling comfortable in their hearts. They deserved to be like this, so that they could remember the shame for the rest of their lives.

Ning Tao, Wu Chenzi and others were in a good mood, with happy smiles on their lips. However, there were a few people who smiled reluctantly and were worried that the matter... might not be over yet?

Miao Jingjing, the ancestor of Wudang fell into deep thought, racking her brains to recall that there was once... indeed a person!

Just when Ning Tao was looking at it with interest, an extra hand suddenly appeared on his shoulder. He turned around and found that it was Senior Brother Qingyang whom he had not seen before. He seemed very tired.

"Senior brother, what are you...?" he said in surprise.

When Qingyang heard this, he smiled slightly, not wanting to interrupt him, and immediately made a silence gesture, indicating that he should continue reading.

When the Wudang Patriarch saw Qingyang, his pupils shrank, something finally came to his mind, and his face became confused.

Ning Tao was confused and confused, but suddenly he thought of his senior sister and quickly turned around to look over and found her slumped at the entrance of the cave, looking at everything with a dull look on her face.

That helpless look broke his heart!

Suddenly, two auras suddenly erupted, and a strong hurricane swept across, causing some giant hands to dissipate instantly, and a large dark cloud was cut open invisibly, and seemed to be pierced by a punch...!

Everyone was shocked, and quickly looked in one place, and were shocked to find that it was the person who had been slapped in the palm print... The two ancestors of Huashan had been attracted to them before, and they had completely ignored them.

The bloody Dao Xuan and the two were overjoyed, and quickly cried for help: "Ancestor, help me."

As soon as he finished speaking, two streams of light rushed towards him. The long barbed whip was shattered in an instant and gradually disappeared. The appearance of these two people could actually turn the situation around.

When the Huashan Ancestor appeared, he showed a gloomy look, but his aura was unstable, and it seemed that he had used something. The long white sword was actually dyed with blood, which was bright and dazzling.

Ancestor Kongtong was not ordinary, his face turned red, like an inflated bomb, just like the moment before the explosion.

When the Wudang ancestor saw this, his expression changed drastically. These two people actually used Taboo. Are they trying to risk their lives?

When everyone was horrified, the Huashan ancestor said solemnly: "When the bloody sword comes out today, I will definitely see your blood."

Ancestor Kongtong was a bit direct, "Kill!!"

Before he finished speaking, he was the first to take action. His bulging body suddenly shrank and condensed into one punch. You can imagine that he was a launcher, and one punch was a cannonball.

When the ancestor of Huashan saw this, he was full of murderous intent, and his whole body was filled with blood. The blood sword buzzed and trembled violently. The sharpness caused sword marks to appear on the rocks.

Although it is the same move, its power is increased several times.

"Old guy...suffer death...!"

The two attacks were so crazy that even the ancestor of Wudang had to fight for his life, otherwise he would definitely die.

But the old man didn't seem to be surprised. He just sighed quietly and slowly stretched out his hands, as if he was embracing the whole world.

"Mo...fa...prison...tian...hand!"

With a low groan, he felt that the world was shrinking, and everything was contained in those withered hands, which felt like holding the universe in his palms.

The expressions of the two ancestors of Huashan suddenly changed. Two unimaginably huge palms instantly enveloped them. As the old man closed them, the giant hands also clasped together.

"Prison my heart with boundaries, seal the heaven and earth with my hands... suppress it!"

There was a loud shout, and the two palms were clasped together instantly, just like an old monk chanting sutras. They were so tight that not a trace of movement came out. The two people inside could not resist and were gradually suppressed.

Seeing this scene, countless disciples' eyes were wild and they suddenly became excited. Is this... the power of a monk? It's so terrifying, so shocking, it has reached its peak.

The ancestor of Wudang sighed with emotion. Finally, he finally saw Qi Tianshou again, that amazing person who merged his heart with his unique skills to create a unique... Taoist method!

Unexpectedly...that senior helped me!

The two ancestors were suppressed, and the disciples of the four major sects were injured and disabled, but none of them were particularly serious. Only those few who came to the gate of the King of Hell, such as Daoxuan, Huatu... Zhao Tianming...!

At this point, the four major factions, which were coming fiercely, were basically wiped out.

When everyone was shocked, the old man suddenly turned around and said with a smile on his pale face: "My little friend, have you ever relieved yourself?"

When Ning Tao heard this, he swallowed his saliva. He didn't want to show that he was pushing the envelope, so he immediately echoed: "That's almost it...!"

But before he finished speaking, the old man suddenly smiled and said: "Now that my friend has relieved himself, it's time to talk about our affairs. I have helped you so much, should you owe me... a favor?"

When Ning Tao heard this, his face stiffened, his smile froze, and an uneasiness rose in his heart. Finally...he came.

He smiled bravely and said, "Even if senior doesn't tell me, this junior still owes this favor. If senior needs my help, just ask, as long as I can do what I can...!"

When the old man heard this, he immediately smiled slyly and said: "The help I want from you is very simple, as long as you promise me one thing."

Ning Tao narrowed his eyes and asked tentatively: "I don't know what the senior wants me to agree to. Forgive me for being stupid, but with your extraordinary cultivation, I really can't figure out... the whole story."

Hearing these words, the old man smiled slightly and finally pointed at the four major sects and said: "I want you to let them go and not kill them."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone's eyes almost fell to the ground.

What did I just hear? A terrifying old god-refining old man actually made a junior promise not to kill the four major sects, and he would not destroy the four major sects. He himself could not guarantee that he still had this strength?

Ning Tao's pupils shrank and his face turned pale, as if he was stabbed deep in his heart. After pretending to be stupid for a moment, he then smiled stiffly and said: "What the senior said made the boy very... puzzled?"

However, the old man seemed to know everything, and said with a sly smile: "You are not confused, but you seem to understand, but the little saint doll behind you is very clear... very."

"Whoosh...!"

"Hmph...boom...!"

I saw a beautiful figure rushing towards me, but was slapped away by the old man's palm. A withered hand appeared on Ning Tao's neck inexplicably. Although he didn't use any force, it only took a moment to make a move.

Ning Tao's heart sank, and he kept silent. The jingjing whose face was shot away looked weak for some reason, as if exhausted. His eyes showed panic, and he stared at the old man with a killer look on his face.

"If you dare to touch the witch master... you will be responsible for the consequences," Miao Jingjing gritted her teeth and threatened word by word.

Unexpectedly, after being threatened, the old man not only did not get angry, but showed a look that was true. There was a trace of nostalgia and emotion in his eyes, but he did not let go.
Chapter completed!