The old man on crutches showed all the cards. He clearly didn't want to give Dugu Changkong any chance, and he had to suppress it in the shortest time.
When everyone started the war with Changgeng Jianxian just now, they didn't see the old man on crutches so much.
Each strong man is pregnant with a ghost, and naturally he can't fight against the enemy with all his heart and strength. They should retain some of their strength to prevent sneak attacks by their people around them.
Otherwise, hundreds of top powers will attack together, and even if they climb the divine bridge, they have to figure it out.
"If the ancestor has something to do, don't think about the life of peace without the cliff."
The elders of Linghemen looked solemn and worried.
At this moment, many people are nervous and want to see how to solve Dugu Changkong.
The starry sky turned into a chaotic battlefield.
Seeing that the crutch was about to pierce the eyebrows of Dugu Changkong, many people's palms were in a cold sweat. Wu Junyan in the boundary of Buddha beads was also extremely worried and hated that he was too weak to help.
As a party concerned, Dugu Changkong looked indifferent and his eyelids didn't blink.
"Wow--"
Fluffing his sleeves gently, a wisp of breeze rippled.
It's like the magic soldier's crutch suddenly fixed in the void, and it is difficult to move forward.
With a wave of his hand, hundreds of turbulent fire dragons collapsed directly. In a dim, the dragon roared and was extremely painful.
The stove suspended in the starry sky originally wanted to spew out a very flame. Unexpectedly, the furnace was sealed by an unknown force and began to tremble violently. There were several cracks in the furnace.
Seeing this situation, the old man on crutches was frightened and scared. He hurriedly waved the black ancient flag in his hand and let the law of the storm devour the territory where Dugu Changkong was located.
I thought I could breathe a she of relief, but Dugu Changkong directly tore the space of the star sea and came to the old man on crutches in one step.
He slowly raised his right hand and pointed his index finger a little towards the center of the old man's crutch.
A round of yin and yang map appeared behind the long sky of Dugu, with a diameter of 100 feet, which contains thousands of laws, and ancient seal patterns are engraved in every corner.
An evergreen tree appears on the left, with lush branches and leaves, and each leaf is different, symbolizing that three thousand laws have their own paths, but they are closely connected and born with the same root.
A green mountain, which is displayed on the right side, is thousands of feet high, meaning Taoist heart, unshakable.
In an instant, the old man on crutches saw what the move was, and his expression gradually became frightened, and said a trill with a strong fear: "You are green..."
After the old man on crutches finished saying this sentence, the little finger of Dugu Changkong had come.
"Puff!"
The power of the light is like a broken bamboo.
Even the body protection at the peak of the Mahayana is like shredded paper and cannot be stopped.
"Boom"
The old man's head burst directly, and his soul came out of the body directly, and he fled madly to the distance.
Perhaps the mentality of standing above the peak, Dugu Changkong allowed the soul of the old man on crutches to leave without killing it all.
The body is destroyed, and the old man on crutches will take thousands of years to recover to the peak.
The monk of Wudao Cliff quickly sheltered the soul of the old man on crutches, and then looked at Dugu Changkong with fear and shock. His body trembled and did not dare to revenge.
"Taiqing Four Elephant Fingers!"
"How can you know the art of Qingzong?"
"Did Linghemen get it in the ruins of Qingzong that year?"
"There is something wrong. If it is just a Taoist skill, it will not be able to cause the vision of the original art of Qingzong. There is only one possibility, he... He is a member of Qingzong!"
The heroes in the world exclaimed, their expressions changed, and there were a lot of horror.
Ordinary people don't know about Qingzong, but they are just scared by the picture in front of them, which is shocking and incredible.
One finger suppressed the peak of Mahayana and almost let him die on the spot.
Moreover, everyone can see that Dugu Changkong does not mean to kill all of them, otherwise the old man on crutches will have no chance to come out of his soul.
"Master Wu, you are so powerful!"
At the boundary of Buddha beads, Chen Qingyuan's eyes were slaring, his mouth was dry and his tongue was dry, and he was really shocked.
Wu Junyan didn't know that the master could be so powerful and dumb.
"With one finger to destroy the enemy, the Taishang ancestor of Linghemen is so horrible."
Warships docked far away from the Baichen Star Domain, and the monks used the holy soldier's mirror or magic to watch the battle, which was shocking.
"Isn't this combat power really weaker than Changgeng Sword Fairy?"
Suddenly, a group of people thought of the words of the sword fairy and had a strong awe of Dugu Changkong.
In the depths of the starry sky, hundreds of top cans are watching the lonely sky, and the atmosphere is extremely dull and suffocating.
"Is he really a lonely ancestor?"
The elders of Linghemen naturally saw that this was the core secret art of Qingzong. For the first time, they felt that Dugu Laozu was so strange, and their faces were full of confusion and panic.
"Who are you?"
A great man tightened his throat and asked loudly.
"People of Qingzong."
Dugu Changkong has both hands and backs. Although he is ricket, he has supreme power.
With a word, the world was shocked.
Whow--
In an stant, countless people's hearts trembled, and their emotions were surging like waves, which was difficult to control.
"Zuo, you..."
Several elders of Linghemen took a few steps forward and wanted to communicate with Dugu Changkong, but found that they didn't know where to start.
In their memory, when they were young, Dugu Changkong was already the mainstay of the Holy Land. Anyway, it can't be a person of Qingzong!
Why is that so?
The monks of Linghemen couldn't figure it out. Their lips were white and their whole bodies were chilled.
A long time ago, Dugu Changkong did not go to the Magic Abyss and wandered in all corners of Dizhou. One day, he met a senior official of Linghemen, and he cherished and became friends with him.
Therefore, Dugu Changkong became the worship elder of Linghemen. Later, he made contributions to the sect many times, and gradually became the core elder, and even the ancestor, with extremely high power.
"Sure enough."
Li Muyang, the sword fairy watching the play, did not have much of an accident and showed his expression as I expected. Ten thousand years ago, he had a battle with Dugu Changkong. Although Dugu Changkong tried his best to hide, he still noticed a trace of Qingzong Taoism.
However, Li Muyang did not investigate in depth at that time, and there was no need for this. Besides, at that time, he was preparing to fight against Tianyi and had no energy.
"Do you want to deal with these things on the surface?"
In the dark, he frowned at the lively Yuchen. Originally, he wanted to pave the way for Chen Qingyuan, step by step, so as to avoid a lot of crises.
Nowadays, Dugu Changkong has directly identified his identity, which has a great impact on Qingzong.
Of course, if Dugu Changkong has the strength to suppress all uneasy factors, then it will be another story.
"Qingzong..."
In the dark corners of the major holy places, the old antiques lying in the coffin sensed the rhythm of cause and effect, opened their eyes one after another, and the rotten smell came out of the body, and there were traces of time in their eyes.
"The cause and effect of the past can't be covered up after all."
The strongest of the Holy Gate Ancient Sect is not the people who show their faces, but these guys hiding in the dark and humid places. They are nearly 30,000 years old, and very few of them are even living for 30,000 years and still struggling to support them.