"The head?"

Tang Hao was stunned, and then he suddenly realized.

This person should be Taoist Qingxu, the real leader of Maoshan, and Taoist Zhenyang is just the leader of the sect.

Maoshan has ancestral teachings. Those who inherit the position of the leader must have real-person strength, so this special situation occurs.

"Damn it, it's really not dead!"

Wang Changsheng's face changed slightly and he cursed angrily.

And the evil cultivators became turbulent, and many people showed a look of shrinkage and retreated.

In the air, Taoist Master Qingxu swept his eyes and fell on Wang Changsheng.

"Who are you?" He shouted sternly.

"My surname is Wang, and I am your grandfather!" Wang Changsheng shouted.

"Wang?" Taoist Master Qingxu frowned and his face changed, "Are you the devil of the Wang family? Why did you come out?"

"Why, I want to suppress me for the rest of my life! The other one, come out together! I slaughtered you together, so that you Maoshan will be completely history."

"Hmph! Arrogant!"

Taoist Master Qingxu snorted coldly.

"You will know if you are arrogant or not after you beat me, but before that, I will kill you, kid!"

Wang Changsheng said, his eyes swept towards Tang Hao like lightning. With a raised hand, countless black lights blasted out, rushing overwhelmingly, completely trying to kill Tang Hao.

"Damn!"

Tang Hao's face changed wildly. With a wave of his hand, all the jade talismans on his body blasted out.

However, it could not stop so many black lights.

The black light tore open the lightning, the fire lights, and bombarded them.

With a muffled groan, Tang Hao flew backwards, flying several feet away before landing.

He trembled all over and vomited blood, and he was seriously injured.

"Fellow Daoist Tang!"

The Taoist priests around him shouted and rushed over.

"Damn, this is not dead!"

Wang Changsheng cursed and was about to raise his hand again.

"You're the devil, don't be crazy!"

Taoist Master Qingxu shouted angrily and took action. He slapped his hands together and whispered, and the sword behind him was unsheathed.

This is a wooden sword, but it is of extraordinary material, with talismans engraved on it, with golden light flowing, dazzling and exuding an amazing momentum.

Obviously, this is a treasure.

The wooden sword shot out and turned into a golden light, killing it.

"Oh my God! That's Maoshan's true demon-subduing sword!"

The evil cultivators suddenly exclaimed in panic.

This Demon-Subduing Sword is Maoshan’s treasure to maintain the mountain, and it is also a treasure that can only be controlled by the leaders of all dynasties.

Since ancient times, I don’t know how many evil demons have lost their lives under this sword.

"Do you think I don't have any treasures?"

Wang Changsheng snorted coldly, and as soon as he opened his mouth, a black light surged out, turning into a tiny black seal.

He held the seal in his hand and soared into the air.

Then, the seal shook, and rolling black smoke surged out, turning into countless hideous ghosts, rushing towards the golden light.

In an instant, the golden light and black smoke strangled violently in the air, fighting hard to distinguish.

On the ground, everyone looked up and looked into the sky.

The victory or defeat between the two will also determine the outcome of the battle.

"The ancestor is mighty!"

The evil cultivator kept bursting out with shouts and cheering.

Soon, the Taoist priests couldn't help but start shouting.

As they shouted, the two sides started to curse each other. As they cursed, they started to fight again, and the fight was very fierce.

However, in terms of overall strength, they are not opponents of Maoshan and are beaten to retreat step by step.

And in the air, there was a similar fight.

When Wang Changsheng saw the situation below, he became a little anxious. If this continues, he will become a commander without a single person again.

"Retreat!"

Seeing that the situation was not right, he immediately made a decision.

"Stinky Taoist, you are a little powerful, but how long can you live? When you die, I will destroy your Maoshan."

Wang Changsheng took the seal and retreated.

Below, a group of evil cultivators were stunned and retreated with a sudden burst of fear.

Taoist Master Qingxu snorted coldly, and with a divine thought, the wooden sword rushed forward and killed the group of evil cultivators. After a circle of the crowd, more than a dozen evil cultivators were killed.

"Stir, you dare!"

Wang Changsheng shouted violently, activated the seal, and rolled out black smoke, and rushed towards the Taoist priest below.

Then, he quickly retreated with the people.

Taoist Master Qingxu stroked his finger and the sword flew back and wiped out the black smoke.

Soon, a group of evil cultivators retreated completely.

In front of the mountain gate, there was a mess.

Many Taoist priests were injured and looked embarrassed. Several Taoist priests died in a fierce battle. The square was covered with a sense of sorrow and heavy atmosphere.

In the air, the figure suddenly trembled and almost fell down.

But soon, it stabilized.

"Sect Master!"

A group of Taoist chiefs shouted anxiously.

"It's okay, I'm even a little injured. It's okay, the devil is also injured." Taoist Qingxu fell down, "Zhenyang, what's going on with all this?"

At that moment, Taoist Master Zhenyang explained the whole story in detail.

"So that's the case! It's a problem. I have only about three years left in my life, and that devil is afraid that he can live for a long time."

Upon hearing this, everyone showed a heavy look.

"Zhenyang, and you, your cultivation level is still not broken?" Master Qingxu glanced around his eyes and felt a little disappointed.

"Oh! These days, the spiritual energy is getting thinner and thinner. It's not that easy to practice. We have no hope." The old Taoist priest Zhenyang shook his head and said.

"That's right!"

Taoist Master Qingxu nodded.

Then, his eyes swept and saw Tang Hao, he was stunned.

Although the man in front of him was weak, his cultivation was obviously half a step to build the foundation, and what surprised him even more was that this man was so young.

He was a little confused and just stared at Tang Hao straight, making Tang Hao feel embarrassed.

"Which one is this...? Is it? Is it true that I have eaten any elixir? Why are I rejuvenated? Oh! It's rare, I've built a foundation in half a step, there's hope!"

He smiled heartily, walked over, pinched Tang Hao's cheek, and said happily: "Oh, look, this tender flesh is so magical!"

"Very good, I decided that you are the next head of the sect. I will entrust you with this glorious task!"

As he said that, he grabbed Tang Hao's hand and shook it enthusiastically.

Tang Hao held it over and did not roll his eyes.

The faces of the Taoist priests all turned a little red, and it was very hard to hold back their smiles.

"Sector, he...is not from our Maoshan."

Taoist Master Zhenyang held back his laughter and said.

"Ah? Not from our Maoshan? Oh! Fellow Taoist, it was me who was abrupt and made you laugh! Speaking of which, Fellow Taoist, where are you from? Your flesh is so tender, so smooth, so amazing."

As he said that, he touched again.

Tang Hao finally couldn't help it, rolled his eyes and said coldly: "I am nineteen this year, not an old monster, thank you!"
To be continued...