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Chapter 270 The Temple of Fumo is in peril!(2/2)

He wants to destroy this respected uncle!

Zhang Jiuxiao glanced at him lightly, with very disdain in his eyes.

Zhang Jiuxiao stared at him without fear and said: "I have been hanging out for decades, and this is how I talk to my brother after I come back? As for my actions, why do I need to explain to you?"

Zhenlian said: "Just sleep in the Demon Subduing Hall, I will take you there right away!"

Zhang Jiuxiao's eyes became solemn. Ever since Zhang Qianyang used golden light to disperse his thunder clouds, he had noticed something was wrong. The other party's behavior did not look like he had been defeated at all.

boom!

The heavenly thunder summoned by Zhang Jiuxiao struck the small seal, but could not damage it at all. It was all resolved by the flawless fairy light.

Some people who had a close friendship with Zhang Qianyang even had tears in their eyes at this moment.

Zhang Qianyang said firmly: "Disciple, cut off the rope and break into the palace!"

There are red threads tied around the Demon-Conquering Hall, and small bells hang down from the threads. But strangely, when the wind blows, the bells don't make any sound.

"Oh my god, did I read that right? It's really the second senior brother!"

"Elder brother, long time no see, you are still so domineering."

Liu Ningyan took a step forward and said: "Senior Brother, I am a true disciple of Longhu Mountain. Now that the master is ill, I should go check and take care of him first. As for the matter of fighting for the throne, it is better to slow down for a while."

Just when Elder Zhenlian was in danger, a seal appeared on his head. It was seven cents thick and three and a half inches long. It was a golden glass button, as white as ice and snow, blooming with flawless fairy light.

Boom!

The thunder fell, but was dispersed by streams of Tiangang energy. Within a radius of several hundred feet, a Tiangang demon-suppressing formation was set up at some point, with Zhang Qianyang as the center, constantly flowing, like the universe, cave, and Bagua Yin and Yang.

"Elder brother, he is not Zhuzi, but my disciple of Zhang Qianyang, Li Daoxuan!"

Zhang Qianyang's Taoist robe fluttered and he spoke word by word.
Chapter completed!
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