Time passes.

Seeing Ming stood quietly, as if waiting for the last moment to arrive.

An Xiaofu's fear was getting more and more. She had an illusion that Jianming was definitely not afraid of facing the ancestor immortals or even two people! Why is this? Which environment went wrong? Before executing this beauty plan, the An family and even the Taiyin Sect confirmed Jianming's identity and strength many times, and there would be no mistakes. How could it fall to such a point?

Seeing Ming smiled slightly, it was very charming and very upset.

Ye Ning, hiding in the rock wall, restrained his breath even more, and even avoided Jianming in order to avoid being noticed. Intuition told him that Jianming was extremely difficult to deal with.

In a moment, two shadows came from afar.

An Xiaofu shouted: "Dad, be careful!"

Jian Ming said, "You underestimate me too much. A sneak attack? The little monk disdained it."

An Jinhuang and Green Robe broke in and looked at the situation in front of him, a little confused. An Jinhuang said, "Xiao Fu, what did you give birth to? Where is the Sword Sutra?"

An Xiaofu said: "We were deceived. The sword scripture fell into Jianming's hands. This demon monk has extraordinary methods, so Dad must be careful."

"Damn it!"

Green Rou laughed and said, "It's good that the Sword Sutra appears. Wait for me to capture and kill this kid."

Just as he was about to take action, a Buddha's name came in. "Amitabha, Master Hu is so murderous!" Immediately afterwards, an old monk wearing a cassock and holding a Zen stick walked in.

"Monkey Xingzhi!" said Green Rou: "You alone dare to stop me?"

An Jinhuang said: "The Tongyuan Arhat is here too? Aren't he afraid of the thunderous anger of Taiyin Sect?"

Xingzhi shook his head and said, "The monks will not lie. Since Senior Brother Tongyuan has agreed not to interfere in this matter, he will never come."

"Where is seeing the nature?" An Jinhuang said: "Let him come out! Sneaking your Buddhist face!"

Just laugh without saying anything.

Green Rou had an anxious temper. He was beaten by Tongyuan and lost face. At this moment, he wanted to find Xingzhi back. "What are you talking about to him? When I destroy him, you go and catch that little monk."

"good."

With one hand, the green robe shot out a gray smoke and quickly tangled towards Xingzhe. The smoke was dead, and even the wail of the resentful spirits came from it. It was clearly an extremely cold and immortal art.

Xingzhi flashed and retreated quickly, and quickly retreated. The place was small, and the large-scale magic of the green robe was extremely powerful. Xingzhi held a Zen stick and waved it repeatedly, and several golden lights flashed out, entangled with the smoke. The golden light carried the breath of Buddhist sect and continuously transformed the resentful spirits in the smoke. In a moment, the smoke faded a lot.

Green Robe was not anxious and laughed: "My Nine-Curve Smoke of the Yellow Spring is a holy object in the underworld. How could you be able to save your faint Buddha light?"

Sure enough, the smoke seemed endless, and the part that had just faded was quickly filled. The smoke rushed towards Xingzhi, and in a blink of an eye, it drowned him. There were screams constantly coming from the smoke, whether it was the wail of the resentful spirit or the pale whiteness of Xingzhi! Fortunately, one or two Buddha lights flashed from time to time in the smoke, and it was obvious that Xingzhi was not so easy to defeat.

On the other hand, An Jinhuang is also ready to take action.

An Xiaofu was extremely nervous and shouted, "This thief is extremely powerful, so dad should not underestimate his enemy. By the way, where is the second uncle? With his help, daddy's strength will double, and killing this person is no problem."

An Jinhuang sighed and said, "Your second uncle, was killed!"

An Xiaofu was surprised and a little disbelief. As a ninth-grade immortal, Uncle Second has practiced an auxiliary immortal technique. After using it, he can double the combat power of others in a short period of time. He has always been a unique existence of the An family and was actually killed!

An Jinhuang didn't want to explain, so he directly sacrificed a flying sword, pointed at Jianming, and said, "I'm not surrender yet!"

"Is that true?" Jianming smiled too quietly. "You try it."

An Jinhuang was furious and a sword light slashed out, hitting Mingming's shaking bald head.

Seeing that Ming was not moving, a deep eyeball suddenly cracked between his eyebrows, and a deep eyeball appeared. The eyes were dark blue. After a moment of looking, they felt that their soul was about to be sucked in, and they were frightened. A ray of light shot out from his eyes, and then they were about to intercept the sword light. The remaining momentum had not yet ended and fell on An Jinhuang's body.

At that moment, An Jinhuang had the illusion that his soul was immersed in the Nine Netherworlds, cold and fearful, as if it had been frozen for thousands of years.

It was just one breath, but it seemed like a thousand years had passed. When he could control his body, Jianming's palm had been printed on his chest, and was knocked away with a "pop" and hit the rock wall behind him. He spit out a mouthful of blood and was already injured. "What a powerful soul attack! Are you a member of the Three-Eyed Tribe? You are definitely not Jianming!"

Jianming said, "You are not bad, but you actually resisted the little monk's palm. By the way, you are practicing the way of withering and prosperous. The body can change at will from withering and prosperous, and you can be beaten the most. Three-eyed clan? The little monk looks down on you."

An Jinhuang said: "I killed you!"

He was repelled because he was not strong enough. He really didn't expect Jian Ming's third eye. The soul attacked directly through the sea of ​​consciousness and could not be defended. However, once he was prepared, he was not afraid. An Jinhuang continued to sacrifice a long sword, intersecting up and down with the previous one, slightly shaking, and sweeping away. The two swords were like flying dragons. Wherever he passed, half of the bright side and half dark side fell onto Jian Ming's head in an instant, and a momentum of light and darkness enveloped him.

The Way of Withering and Prosperity, An Jinhuang has cultivated this way to the realm of great success, merged with its swordsmanship, and with one blow, it has infinite power. The surrounding plants and trees are withered, and sand and stones are flying.

Jianming was not in a hurry at all. A bright white light radiated from his body, blocking all the withered and prosperous aura. Only a little sword energy penetrated in, but he waved his hand and rolled away with a sleeve. It was obvious that his white monk's robe was also a rare treasure.

An Jinhuang had the right hand circled directly, the left hand circled back, and gently pressed forward with both palms.

This press seemed extremely relaxed, but his forehead was dripping with sweat, clearly doing his best.

"Bang!"

Seeing Ming's white monk's robe moved without wind. His body took three steps back and then he calmed down.

"Okay!" Seeing Ming was not angry, he praised, "Invisible, silent, colorless, and powerful. This is the Taoist's palm of heaven and earth. Unfortunately, you can't practice it. Just wave one percent of the power of this palm and lose the face of the Immortal God. With these, how can I stand by me?"

The Immortal God Lord is a powerful person who crossed the immortal world 30,000 years ago. This person also practiced the Great Way of Resurrection and Prosperity. It is said that at its peak, he escaped from the hands of the Emperor of Heaven. Later, during a great reclaim, this person fell in the hands of the wild beast. By some chance, An Jinhuang obtained the remaining chapter of the Resurrection and Prosperity of the Heaven and Earth Palm and practiced a half-stage.
Chapter completed!