Then.
The old Taoist master of Shenxiao Sect and his companion did not stay long. They left the back mountain and returned to the Shenxiao Sect's Taoist temple.
"Master, if you have nothing to say now, I will go back to repair my chain."
The successor of Shenxiao Sect said.
The old Taoist nodded.
"Come on, I have some things to do."
"Master, what are you doing?"
"Let's ask Bureau 749 what the situation is like over at Changbai Mountain."
The old Taoist master of the Shenxiao Sect did not want to sit and wait for death. The matter between the Underworld and the Heaven was not something he could resolve now, so he could only deal with it in the present. He had no way of knowing the movements of the man in the black fog.
But Changbaishan can do it, you can ask the 749 bureau.
Just as the old Taoist master of Shenxiao Sect was speaking.
The other side.
Daxia, deep in the Changbai Mountains.
at this time.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, and raindrops as big as beans were pouring down. From time to time, lightning and thunder flashed as the clouds rolled.
Its weather.
In the eyes of ordinary people, it is just a normal rainstorm.
In the eyes of some sensible people.
It's more than just heavy rain.
There is a dragon emerging, calling the wind and rain.
At this moment.
I saw the old Taoist Han Guang standing in the sky, holding a whisk in his hand, and with a flick of his hand, the falling thunder was easily extinguished.
He looked down at the forested hills below.
A kilometer-long dragon collapsed the mountains and forests and lay on the ground. It was shaped like a snake, but had two horns on its head, just like the dragon in folk legends.
The only thing that doesn't match the folklore is...
This dragon was not as majestic as described in the legend. Large pieces of its scales had fallen off, revealing hideous wounds, which oozed boiling hot dragon blood and evaporated the rainwater on the ground into billowing hot steam.
It was clearly badly damaged.
Even the dragon's horn was cracked.
Taoist Master Hanguang took in the whole thing, swung his whisk, placed it on his arm, and spoke slowly.
"Fellow Daoist Wang Yi, let me ask you again, do you still want to leave the mountain now?"
Following closely.
The five immortals from the Northeast came over, and the old man of the Huang family said at this time.
"Master, there's no need to be polite to Wang Yi. This demon cultivator has committed heinous crimes, so there's no need to show him some leniency."
The old man of the Liu family also spoke with a sly look in his eyes.
"Seven years ago, Wang Yi underwent a tribulation in public in Pudong, Shanghai, and was nearly discovered by a vulgar person. He transcended the vulgar circle and was stripped of his demon pill and punished by being confined to Changbai Mountain."
"Now that the Mountain God has lost contact, it has not only failed to make amends by preventing other great demons from coming out, but has also dared to join forces with the great demons to come out. Such a rebellious demon cultivator is not worthy of our sympathy."
While the black fog man was suppressing the Hengduan Mountains, the people on Changbai Mountain were also advancing to suppress it.
The old Taoist Han Guang fought against five ancient monsters on his own, including the two thousand year old Taoist tiger monster.
Even the subsequent demon cultivator Wang Yi chose to join in and joined forces with five ancient demons to deal with the Taoist master Han Guang.
He was still stopped by the Taoist Master Han Guang.
Together with the old masters from the five immortal families in the Northeast who arrived later, they suppressed these ancient monsters and deterred other ancient monsters that were ready to make a move.
"Is there such a thing?"
Taoist Master Hanguan looked over and stroked his white beard.
"I, the old Taoist priest, was entrusted by the Night King to stop the ancient demon from coming out. I will do my best to do it. If fellow Taoist Wang Yi has always behaved badly..."
He paused here and sighed with a kind old face.
"I, the old Taoist priest, can only kill Fellow Daoist Wang Yi to prevent him from making any further moves and ruining the Night King's commission."
immediately.
The old Taoist priest Han Guang swung his whisk.
Without any hesitation, he didn't even give the demon cultivator Wang Yi a chance to beg for mercy.
Chi!
The whisk swung out a streak of light, and the demon cultivator Wang Yi's dragon head was chopped off.
Dragon blood gushed out from the wound.
Blood spilled in the mountains and forests, dyeing large areas of green branches and leaves red, turning the originally lush green forest into a red forest.
The other ancient monsters felt their scalps tingle.
How come this Taoist Han Guang loses his previously ruthless heart when it comes to the Night King's commission? He kills people without even blinking an eye.
Just thinking about it.
The voice of Taoist Master Han Guang came.
After chopping off the demon cultivator Wang Yi's head, he raised his eyes slightly, glanced at the five ancient demons before, and asked Old Zhang and the five immortal masters from the Northeast.
"I, the old Taoist, don't know these fellow Taoists well enough. I wonder if you could explain whether they are any more evil than fellow Taoist Wang Yi."
The question was asked the next second.
In response to Taoist Han Guang, it was not Mr. Zhang or the five immortal old masters from the Northeast.
It was the two thousand year old Taoist tiger demon.
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