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Even though Shaobu Khan's body was still burly, the hard lines on his body still made him look like a strange rock, and his bare skin revealed a sense of hardness everywhere.

Zhang Xiaodao's legs kneeling on his shoulder blades was very indecent, and his head, which was poked into pieces by him, was even more indecent. He sprayed all over the ground with red and white filth, and against the backdrop of the moonlight these filths were strange.

Zhang Xiaodao breathed in the cold air in big mouthfuls, and the hair fluttering in front of him turned into an extremely pure silvery white, much brighter than the snowflakes in the sky.

His clothes were not stained with any filth. His spiritual power protected the disgusting filth from spraying on his cheeks, but the smell of blood lingered at the tip of his nose, which made him almost vomit.

Zhang Xiaodao didn't know how long it took to feel disgusting, because he was born in the butcher's home since he was a child. People think the so-called disgusting scene is simply not worth mentioning to him.

He didn't even feel anything special when he first killed someone, because those people were not even as good as pigs in his eyes.

But today, under the quiet moonlight and the wind and snow, Zhang Xiaodao succeeded for safety and immediately poked Shaobu Khan's head, which was as huge as a huge rock, into a hornet's nest.

At this time, Zhang Xiaodao knew that no matter what secret technique Shaobu Khan used, he could not recover from his head when his head was penetrated, but he still seemed to be worried, so he stabbed several times, completely turning his head into a pool of mud.

At this time, Zhang Xiaodao looked at the mud and flesh in front of him, feeling that he was self-destructive and was just disgusting himself. But thinking about the terrible scene of the rebirth of the broken limb, he still weakly stabbed the pig-killing knife into Shaobu Khan's left atrium.

A abundant stream of blood in the left atrium gushed out with the pig-killing knife, and the headless Shaobu Khan's entire body seemed to have hidden in his body at this moment.

After Zhang Xiaodao stood up, the greasy pig-killing knife dripped a trace of blood. The corpse instantly retracted back to the original size of Shaobu Khan. However, it was still motionless and died very thoroughly.

Wang Daniu was lying at the end of the ditch that his body had plowed out, his eyes staring at the night sky tonight, and watching a huge snowflake coming to his cheek.

He didn't feel any chills, and even the snowflakes fell on his skin and did not melt, but instead itched. Wang Daniu raised his fingers with difficulty, as if he had used all his strength to remove the snowflakes, and finally began to breathe extremely heavily.

His breathing did not breathe out, and he felt a little strange. So he thought that he seemed to be half an ice man in the future. Thinking about whether the ice could connect the broken bones in his body, he used his mind and activated his spiritual melting ability.

When Zhang Xiaodao walked to him, Wang Daniu's whole body skeleton exploded. His face changed and worried that Wang Daniu's injury would be fatal. At this time, Wang Daniu spitted out a mouthful of cold air, like an ice arrow rushing into the sky.

Zhang Xiaodao smiled slightly, as if he understood what Wang Daniu had done. He stretched out his hand.

Wang Daniu's move to raise his hand was no longer difficult, but his face turned pale as paper, as transparent as he was. He put his hand on Zhang Xiaodao's hand. He stood up with the force and lifted up the snowflakes under his butt.

The two brothers looked at each other foolishly and looked at Shaobu Khan's death, showing a smug look.

Zhang Xiaodao and Wang Daniu are indeed qualified to be proud. People in the temple would not have thought that Shaobu Khan, who had extremely strong combat power, would be killed. Before this, the original purpose of the prosperous Tang Dynasty was indeed not to kill Shaobu Khan, but to hope that Zhang Xiaodao and Wang Daniu could delay it, which was a good result.

The death of Shaobu Khan undoubtedly broke the balance of the battle situation on the top of the Holy Mountain.

Xu Sande wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and felt more and more that the two brothers who were standing in the wind and snow were covered with traces of battle but were smirking foolishly.

Although he also participated in this battle and left enough trauma to Shaobu Khan, Xu Sande felt that these trauma should not be the reason why Shaobu Khan has become a headless corpse now.

He believed that even without him, Zhang Xiaodao and Wang Daniu, could do all this, and the young two could join forces to kill the powerful enemy sitting in the position of the elder of the Temple. As long as there was some time, the two would have the ability to overthrow the world.

The future of the prosperous Tang Dynasty is promising!

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In the battle situation full of mirrors on the top of the mountain, the old man of the Temple and Schendari had undoubtedly noticed the fall of his companions.

However, the two of them had no way to help Shaobu Khan. Faced with the offensive wave of Li Yi and the other two, all they could do was defense, defense, and defense!

But there is no doubt that the fall of Shaobu Khan is indeed bad news for the two, but they lived long enough and experienced enough storms, so they naturally saw a lot of life and death.

They didn't care that Shaobu Khan's head had turned into minced meat, and the corpses would be separated in the future. They were still doing what they were going to do.

What the two of them prepared was to kill everyone on the mountain top of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

The reason why the old man in the temple has been defending is waiting for Schendari to give him a painting. This painting is not a mountain, not a water, but a totem of the Great Wilderness!

Perhaps many people have forgotten what the totem of the Great Wilderness looks like, because thousands of tribes in the Great Wilderness have their own totems.

But those totems can only represent their tribe, and only the totems of the Great Wilderness can represent the Great Wilderness!

The outline of the Great Wilderness Totem is also an extremely laborious task for Schendari, which requires him to spend his time painting in his heart.

The hard work mentioned here is not empty, or a word for describing hard work, but the hard work of Schendari.

For anyone, it seems that the three words "blood in the heart" are too strange, but for Schendari, using his vitality to draw light wounds in his heart and using his thoughts to touch the blood in the heart to paint is the most powerful painting he can draw in his life.

His body was just floating behind the old man in the temple. No one knew that he had already begun to complete half of the extremely difficult totem outline in his heart. Li Yi and the other two were just mirrors of the old man in the temple, gradually forcing them to retreat.

The old man in the Temple does not seem to be powerful, but Li Yi understands that this kind of magical power that cannot be judged at a glance often has the ability of unpredictable gods and ghosts.

Li Yi and others did not dare to be arrogant, so they could only choose to force the two of them to the edge of the cliff step by step, but they did not know that this was exactly what the old man in the temple wanted.

Looking at Siqindari, Yang Qing, who had never taken action, had been unable to understand his specific realm, frowned slightly at this time, and the cold sweat on his broad forehead suddenly appeared and slid down his cheeks, as if he remembered some old past events.

When Qi Yun was destroyed by the Great Wilderness Temple, she was young and green. Some memories were too far away. She did not have the perverted memory of Zhang Xiaodao, so it was naturally difficult to remember.

But at this time, seeing Schendari always behind the old man in the temple reminded him of his father who told him that a young man in the Great Wilderness became the elder of the temple, and this young man's combat effectiveness was far less than that of the Huang Daoke, but with him in the Huang Daoke's combat effectiveness, he would explode without limit.

Yang Qing, who was still a child, asked, "Dad, what is he best at drawing?"

My father smiled and said, "The Great Wilderness Totem!"

Yang Qing had seen the Great Wilderness totem. In her eyes, the Great Wilderness totem is a mess out of countless lines. It looks less beautiful than the totems of the Qiyun Tribe, so he curled his lips and said, "What's there to draw? It's boring."

My father put his generous palm on her head and said, "His painting is in his heart, and he paints it with his heart's blood!"

Thinking of this, Yang Qing naturally felt cold sweat. She didn't know how terrifying the totem she drew with her hard work would turn the old man in the temple, but it was obvious that it would be better not let him draw it!

"Forced kill!" Yang Qing shouted, the anxiety on his face was self-evident.

Xu Sande, who had just returned to the battle group, took the lead, Li Yi and Huang Zhenfeng naturally understood the meaning of Yang Qing's anxiety, and the word "strong killing" must be for them to kill Siqindari, because he is weaker than the old man, but it is crucial to the battle situation.

The old man who was close to the cliff and Schenda had no choice but to retreat. Suddenly, the four of them were no longer careful and naturally understood what they saw.

The old man in the temple asked softly, "How?"

"Immediately!" As soon as Schendari finished speaking, he suddenly opened his arms!

A powerful energy emanated from his body, rushing around him, his body suddenly rose, and he had reached the top of the sky in just a blink of an eye!

Li Yi and the other two subconsciously looked at the sky, but they had no means to touch Siqindari in a short time, and the ominous premonition suddenly passed through their hearts.

Zhang Xiaodao and Wang Daniu wanted to take a break for a while, but they were also shocked when they saw this scene. Zhang Xiaodao picked up the green feather arrow and suddenly pulled the white jade bow. Without hesitation, he went straight to Siqindari, who seemed to have merged into the full moon.

The green feathered arrow broke out into the air, rolling up hundreds of millions of snowflakes in the air, forming a huge snow wave, and seizing all the brilliance of the full moon.

It seemed that he did not feel the crisis at all. Siqindari, who suddenly appeared on the full moon on the sky, gently patted his chest.

The dense and complex patterns simply turned into an instant like vines spreading out of his body, forming a pattern in a blink of an eye!

The Great Wilderness Totem seems to be hanging on the full moon!

Zhang Xiaodao could not describe the strangeness of the picture in front of him. A dark shadow appeared on the dim full moon with wind and snow all over the sky, a circle of totems, as if the black shadow was the god. He only hoped that the fastest green feather arrow could have time to stop all this.

But the green feather arrow was still half a step late, and the Great Wilderness totem had already been formed. When the arrow cluster swept over with howling sounds and the wind and snow at the end, the Great Wilderness totem suddenly lit up, as if it had absorbed countless moon essences, the dazzling glass, which was breathtaking.

The green feather arrow just touched it lightly and lost all its motivation. The originally swept wind and snow suddenly stopped under the full moon. Under the dazzling light, it seemed to have turned into a galaxy made of snowflakes! (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!