As for the three generations of inner sect disciples, Zheng Sanbao and other disciples all obtained magic weapons from their masters.

After all, these inner disciples are much more important to the Taoist vein than the ten thousand outer disciples. In addition, after they leave Xiyi, they will become the captains of a team and attack alone when necessary, so their masters have become much more generous.

It can be said that in terms of high-end combat power, the Qinglong Dao Vein has emerged in full swing this time.

In addition to the junior brothers of Taoist lords such as Meng Ting and the three generations of inner sects such as Zheng Sanbao, Jinji, Jitao, Xuan Turtle, Lu Shu, Bi Fang and other wild strange beasts also came out with the team.

Although these wild beasts were delicious and delicious in the Qinglong Dao Vein, they became a little itchy after a long time. After hearing the Taoist lord's order, they went out with the team and screamed in joy. The sound came from Fengming Mountain. The villagers in Fengming Town thought that some monster had come.

With An Ziyu's order, three thousand disciples led by Meng Ting and others down the mountain. This mighty formation attracted the attention of the villagers.

As soon as he left the mountain gate, Meng Ting divided the three thousand disciples into more than ten teams, corresponding to the locations of more than ten unenthroned land gods in Xiyi.

Afterwards, the three thousand disciples showed their magical powers, either climbed up in the clouds, rode magic weapons, or called out mounts, and divided into more than ten routes. They left the vicinity of Fengming Town without much effort.

Qianlang River is located fifty miles east of Shuangdu. On weekdays, it is the water source for nearby villagers to get water to irrigate the fields, wash clothes and cook.

But now, at first glance, the villages on both sides of the river bank were all damaged, and the villagers fled completely, looking desolate, and even the rice fields that were about to be harvested were gone.

"This river god is really hateful!"

Seeing this scene, Yang Jintong was a little angry. He knew that in Xiyi, most villagers were talking about the benefits of the Qinglong Dao Vein. Qianlang River God wanted to force the villagers to turn their trust to him, but he could not understand the method. He took this ruthless move and forced the villagers to escape. Perhaps the River God regretted such a situation, but for Yang Jintong, it offended the majesty of the Qinglong Dao Vein here.

Yang Jintong waved his hand and more than 200 outer disciples assigned to him immediately took out the talismans and arranged a huge magic circle along the river bank.

This formation is called the God-Storming Formation, which is specially designed to deal with gods who are good at flying. In order to prevent the gods from escaping, Yang Chenyu taught this formation. Although many disciples needed to arrange it together, its effectiveness should not be too poor.

As the outer disciples set up the magic array and activated it, a light shield with a radius of more than 500 meters enveloped the river surface.

Yang Jintong immediately rushed towards the riverside. In a moment, he turned into a snake about hundreds of meters long. When he rushed to the riverside, the extremely huge snake mouth penetrated into the river.

With a shout, the river surface, which is about 20 meters wide, quickly lowered, and within a few breaths. This section of river surface, which is more than 500 meters, disappeared. The river water was swallowed by the snake in one mouthful, showing the dense sandy bottom of the river. A green dragon, which is more than 30 meters in size, is coiled and sleeps soundly at the bottom of the river.

However, even though the green dragon slept soundly, the river water was pumped clean and it felt strange.

When the green dragon woke up, he was shocked to find a pair of huge eyes staring at him. The green dragon had almost no thoughts, and when he opened his mouth, a water spurted out.

If this water column is sprayed onto the stone, it will definitely spray the solid stone to pieces, but it will not even be able to scratch it.

The green dragon has fallen into the law net, and he still dares to resist stubbornly? The snake was furious and then the thick snake tail slapped on the green dragon like an iron whip.

The Qing Jiao, who had not yet figured out the situation, was immediately pulled out, hit the light cover and bounced back.

The snake was interesting to see, and then it pulled away again. After several times, the green dragon was already dying and could not even lift its head.

"Come on, chop off the head of the sinful demon and take off his soul!"

Yang Jintong, who had recovered his body, took out a Taoist robe and put it in a trap, and immediately ordered it.

Those outer disciples who had been waiting for a long time rushed forward after hearing the order from Master’s uncle.

One of them took out a big sword, waved in the air, and landed towards the Qing Jiao. The unconscious Qing Jiao could not stop the knife.

With a swish, the dragon's head flew out immediately. The blue green dragon blood immediately spewed out like a spring water, which attracted other brothers to take out the magic weapon to pick it up, while complaining to the somewhat reckless junior brother: "You cut quickly with this knife, how much dragon blood has you wasted."

More than 200 people rushed over, and the ones who were catching blood, the ones who were catching souls, and the cramps and skin were not a problem.

In just under half an hour, the green dragon, which was more than 30 meters tall, was left with only a pool of green blood left at the bottom of the river. The remaining body parts, whether they were dragon flesh, dragon blood, dragon bones, and dragon tendons, were all divided by a group of outer disciples.

Then, the outer disciples collected the magic circle, and as the light shield dissipated, the river water swarmed in, and the dragon blood left at the bottom of the river was washed away without a trace.

"Uncle Master, this is the soul of Qing Jiao."

An outer disciple in charge of soul collection came to Yang Jintong and handed a bead to Yang Jintong.

Yang Jintong looked at the bead. The beads showed a translucent blue color, like a green bead, and a phantom of a green dragon inside was swimming back and forth.

"Well, it's done well." Yang Jintong praised. The soul of the Qing Jiao was sucked very cleanly, leaving no one left, all in this bead. As long as it is sent back to the Dao meridian, the luck of the Qing Jiao will be swallowed by the Dao meridian without leaving any left.

Zhangcao Mountain is said to be named after a famous calligrapher in ancient times.

However, at this time, Zhangcao Mountain was surrounded, and a tiger-headed mountain god looked at the foot of the mountain surrounded by hundreds of little demons.

Zhangcao Mountain has been covered by a huge light cover, and it is impossible for the mountain god to escape.

A group of Taoist priests stood at the foot of the mountain, looking coldly at the mountain.

He couldn't escape, and the mountain god couldn't help but regret it at this time. If he had known this, why would he have come back?

"Kill! No one of the evil gods is left behind!"

An angry voice sounded over Zhangcao Mountain, and then hundreds of lights shot towards the mountain. The mountain god didn't even have time to rise to dodge and was shrouded by the light. When the light returned, the mountain god and the group of little monsters turned into a meat sauce, leaving only a group of souls floating in the spot in a daze.

Then, a bead fell down, and a flash of light was used to clean the souls.

An Ziyu sat in the main hall, and paper cranes flew over and over, sending good news.

After listening to the good news, An Ziyu asked the paper crane to return the same way, and then his heart couldn't help but feel a little relaxed.

The Western Yi was flattened, which relieved the worries of the disciples who went out to fight and was a good start.

Cutting mountains and digging temples is easy to say, but it is difficult to do. None of the former earthly gods has accumulated a lot, and with the blessing of luck, it will cost a lot to deal with them.

As three thousand disciples arrived at the border of the province, the more than 10,000 disciples were divided into more than twenty routes under the leadership of Meng Ting, with the most thousands of people and the fewer hundreds of people, and a large number of Taoist soldiers and wild and strange beasts following them.

As these twenty roads spread out and headed towards their respective goals, the move to cut down mountains and dig up temples was officially launched.

As the Qinglong Dao vein launched a large-scale attack, the divine leaders along the way also attracted the alertness of the divine who had not yet been attacked.

Jinzang Mountain, in ancient times, this mountain was the place of the Taoist place of Jinzang Zhenren. Its mountain is majestic and continuous, and it was once known as the Little Five Mountains, which shows how magnificent the mountain is.

"Uncle Ha, this is Jinzangshan."

An outer disciple who was originally a villager near Jinzang Mountain pointed to Jinzang Mountain and said to Harvard.

Oh? This is Jinzangshan? Harvard looked up and frowned.

A rich golden light appeared on this Jinzang Mountain, but it was the jurisdiction of Jinchididi.

Harvard Jie was strong throughout the journey, with more than 700 outer disciples, plus twenty golden roosters, one Bifang, three black rhinestones, and two white veins. In theory, it might be a bit difficult to capture this mountain, but the problem will not be too big.

But since seeing the rich golden light, Harvard Jie's heart was pressed with a heavy stone, and the Jinchidi Di was not so easy to deal with.

If you have to compare it with your strength, then one Jinchi Diji will be compared with one real person.

Of course, there are differences between them during this period. Some light gold-colored gold-colored earths are far weaker than those of the real person, but it is hard to say that this thick gold-colored gold-colored earths are.

What's more, after conquering all the way, the Jinzhididi may not know about it, but seeing that there was no movement in the mountain made Harvard hesitate a little.

After hesitating for a while, Harvard Jie laughed. Things always have to be done. Even if there is danger, he cannot give up. So what else can hesitate about?

With Harvard's order, three hundred disciples took out the talismans and set up a divine trap around Jinzang Mountain. The remaining 400 outer disciples became alert and used their own means to float in the air. They either grabbed a talisman or protected magic weapons in their hands, and surrounded them with various magic weapons and spiritual weapons. If the mountain god dared to appear, it would be a thunder strike.

After the God-Strict formation was arranged, the big stone in Harvard Jie's heart fell on the ground. No matter what, it would be impossible for the light shield formed by the God-Strict formation to escape even if Jin Chi wanted to escape.

At this point, at most some people will die!

"Fallen mountains!"

Harvard Jie's face was calm and he shouted coldly. Then many disciples and strange beasts attacked Jinzang Mountain.

From the foot of the mountain, the offensive was sniped. The monsters subdued by the Jinzang Mountain God kept rushing out from all over the place and rushed towards the disciples who were going up the mountain.

In a moment, the bottom of Jinzang Mountain was covered by a mass of demonic aura.

Seeing the demonic aura pounced on him, Harvard couldn't help but sneer. It seemed that the other party wanted to use monsters to block the mountain, but is this useful? Although these monsters are large, there are no big monsters inside. Even if there are one or two, they are hit by hundreds of thunders as soon as they appear.
Chapter completed!