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Chapter 822 Dong Xu's anger, there is no way for the common people(2/2)

Liu Zhulao also became serious.

"Think about it yourself."

"If the Holy Lord is alerted and Pang Xiaozhang succeeds in refining the elixir, Liu Zhulao's crime will be serious. Your dog is deliberately murdering the sect's genius. Whether he can survive is unknown."

"As for this bet with me, if you lose, you will only lose the right to use Changjing Peak for one month at most."

"Besides, you still have the chance to win. As a grown man, winning or losing is just a gamble. Don't be a coward. You are like a pig."

"You have to settle this account yourself!"

After finishing his words, Wang Zhaochu looked at the main peak of the holy retreat in the distance, and there were already strange true energy fluctuations all over his body.

He's not kidding.

There is no other way to alarm the Holy Lord.



Boom!

Boom!

Under the terrifying bombardment of the Demon-Slaying Formation, the ground of Wangdan Tower collapsed by about one meter. The pit was huge and shocking.

But the originally solemn and solemn alchemy room was now full of cracks, just like an old man in his dying years, who seemed to be blown away by the wind at any time.

Wen Tingchen's shadow in the sky became increasingly faint, and everyone knew that Wen Tingchen might not be able to hold on any longer.

"Senior sister, it's over. Why hasn't Master come yet?"

Dongping Li's palms were filled with sweat.

"It should have been Liu Zhulao who stopped him, damn it!"

Xu Yunshuang was so angry that her whole body trembled.

Looking at the entire Danqing Pure Land, only Liu Zhulao can stop his master.

"it's over!"

Other onlookers also sighed.

Tie Muyuan shook his head with a grimace. After all, he still couldn't stop Mo Jinyang.

Perhaps, from the beginning, this was a revolt that was bound to lose.

Mo Jinyang ridiculed Wen Tingchen, as if he was watching a clown performing hard.

Above the sky, the golden-armored giant shook the sky, breathing clouds and mist from its mouth and nose. Within a breath, the giant once again gathered together to trample with terror.

The elders of the nine Hushan Halls were absolutely merciless.

"This time, I really can't bear it anymore."

Wen Tingchen gritted his teeth, he was at his wits' end.

Seeing the sole of the golden-armored giant's foot fall, he almost went crazy with anger.

Last few minutes.

As long as he could hold on for the last few minutes, Pang Xiaozhang would definitely be able to successfully refine the elixir.

At this moment, Wen Tingchen was able to confirm that Pang Xiaozhang's elixir would definitely succeed.

what to do!

What should we do!

Wen Tingchen was like an ant on a hot pot. He could never allow Pang Xiaozhang to die in front of him, at the last moment of refining the elixir.

landing!

trample!

Destroy everything.

The bombardment of the Demon-Slaying Formation came as expected.

The shadow above Wen Tingchen's head grew larger and larger, like a meteorite falling from the sky.

"Pang Xiaozhang, have you come to save you? Please show up quickly."

At this point, all Wen Tingchen can do is pray.

It's only a few minutes away.

perhaps!

His prayers had results.

Just before he was about to crush the alchemy room, a giant green finger suddenly appeared under the dark soles of his feet.

This giant finger is three feet tall, with a greenish-green body, surrounded by a layer of rich mist, like a layer of emerald-green flames.

The soles of the golden-armored giant's feet were pierced by a finger, and then shattered, like a destroyed diabolo, with fragments flying and dissipating between the sky and the earth.

That’s right!

The entire giant golden-armored giant dissipated, and the entire demon-slaying array dissipated.

One finger, one annihilation.

Dongxu is angry, and the people have no way out.

Boom!

With the green finger as the center, a layer of air waves spread out. In a moment, the nine Wenyuan elders who surrounded the alchemy room were directly knocked away.

"Pang Xiaozhang will definitely come out within five minutes. From now on, no one is allowed to interfere, including the power of spiritual thoughts!"

"Otherwise, no matter who it is, they will be killed without mercy!"

After the dust settled, a middle-aged man slowly walked up above the green fingers.

He is like a scholar who teaches in a school, he is gentle and elegant.

But the sharpness of his words was like the sharpest sword, no one dared to question it.

When I draw my sword, your head will fall to the ground.



"Master!"

Xu Yunshuang screamed fiercely.

There is help.

Since Wang Zhaochu appeared, it meant that Pang Xiaozhang was saved.

"Greetings to the Deputy Lord!"

Afterwards, countless disciples clasped their fists and bowed.

Wang Zhaochu often personally guided his disciples in alchemy refining, and also set up many rules to take care of young alchemists.

Therefore, he has a high prestige in Danqing Pure Land, and countless disciples are convinced by him.

The most ardent admiration in his eyes cannot deceive anyone.



"Godfather...this!"

At the same time, a strong man with a gloomy face slowly walked out of another space.

With every step he took, the void seemed to collapse one after another, like crushing human heads one after another, which was horrifying.

Mo Jinyang was almost suffocated by Wang Xiaochu.

Finally, when Liu Zhulao appeared, he felt like he had grasped a life-saving straw. Mo Jinyang quickly ran over and bowed down.

At this time, other disciples saw Liu Zhulao and saluted one after another.

Although Wang Zhaochu and Liu Zhulao are both deputy lords.

But from the attitude of everyone saluting, we can see some clues.

People were sincerely convinced of Wang Zhaochu, and their pupils were filled with the light of admiration.

But for Liu Zhulao, there was panic and fear... nothing more.

"No action is allowed in the alchemy room within five minutes."

"In five minutes, if Wang Zhaochu doesn't give me an explanation, I will crush Wang Zhaochu's head and imprison all the disciples related to him..."

Liu Zhulao stared at Wang Xiaochu from a distance, with a cold smoke filling his lips.

He finally compromised.

If Wang Zhaochu really went crazy and alarmed the Holy One.

By then, things will be really difficult to deal with.
Chapter completed!
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