After Fan Guangcheng City Lord and Heshan Ancestor, two strong men in the Dan Condensing Realm, left, there were no strong men in the Dan Guangcheng Realm in the entire Fan Guangcheng. The practitioners at the seventh level of Daoji were the most powerful practitioners in Fan Guangcheng.

Su Zhaodaoji has reached the seventh level of cultivation and has become the youngest and most powerful practitioner in the entire Fanguang City.

But at this time, the fat man in a white coat was sitting in the entire Fan Guangcheng with boundless pressure, making everyone in Fan Guangcheng turn pale and have panic in their eyes.

He is a strong man in the seventh realm of Daoji!

This man looked very familiar, I felt like I had seen him somewhere before!

It's Zhang Jiudao! Zhang Jiudao from Tulongzhai! This man has a grudge against the city lord of Fan Guangcheng. Today Fan Guangcheng was destroyed by the old devil Tianyi, and Zhang Jiudao wants to take advantage of the situation!

After the people in Fan Guangcheng saw the fat man in a white coat, some people recognized his identity. It was the leader of the Tulong Village, Jiudao, who was injured by the Lord of Fan Guangcheng.

With a smile on his face, Zhang Jiudao's slender eyes flashed with cold light, he looked at the soldiers in the Lord Fan Guangcheng's palace, sneered, and said loudly: I have a grudge against the Lord Fan Guangcheng, but you are not the Lord Fan Guangcheng, I will not kill you.

You all, those who are wise, get out of here, don't force me to kill you!

The two guards of Fan Guangcheng who were standing at the first level of Daoji were hit a hundred feet away by Zhang Jiudao, shocking all the practitioners on the ruins of Fan Guangcheng's main palace, allowing them to see the seventh level of Daoji.

The means of the strong.

Turn your hand into the cloud!

Everyone in the Fan Guangcheng City Lord's Mansion was frightened, and the timid ones began to retreat. Zhang Jiudao sneered and walked toward the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion with a mocking look.

Fan Guangcheng City Lord can no longer survive. What he provoked is Tianyi Taoist, who is a powerful man in the Condensation Realm. Tianyi Taoist's strength far exceeds the average Condensation Realm powerhouse. Fan Guangcheng City Master was caught up and killed by Tianyi Taoist.

It's a matter of time. I advise you to run away quickly. I heard that Taoist Tianyi has a hobby. He likes to kill people and massacre cities. When Taoist Tianyi kills the lord of Fanguang City, he will come back to take your lives!

Zhang Jiudao walked on the ruins as if he were walking on flat ground. The white boots under his feet were not stained with a trace of dust. He did not look like a person in the world at all, and it was in sharp contrast with Zhang Jiudao's fat figure.

Su Zhao stood in the crowd, looking at the practitioners in the City Lord's Mansion, and thought in his heart: Fan Guangcheng City Lord's Mansion has become a ruin, but it can still attract such a strong man to come, which means that there must be some treasures in Fan Guangcheng City Lord's Mansion, but Fan Guangcheng City Lord

I ran for my life in a hurry and didn’t take it away!

Thinking of this, Su Zhao's eyes lit up and he looked at Zhang Jiudao, who was dressed in white. Although Su Zhao didn't know the treasures in Fan Guangcheng's palace, the fat man in white might know.

The mantis stalks the cicada, followed by the oriole.

It's not very appropriate. Sitting on a mountain and watching tigers fight was Zhang Jiudao's final choice.

After enduring for more than ten years, Zhang Jiudao finally let Zhang Jiudao wait until the day when the city lord of Fan Guangcheng was forced to leave, and he ran away with his life, which made Zhang Jiudao even more surprised. When Taoist Taoist God came to kill him, he scared away the city lord of Fan Guangcheng.

, the surprise in Zhang Jiudao's heart far exceeded his own expectations.

The Shenglong Banner, in the end, belongs to my Dragon-Slaying Village! Zhang Jiudao stretched out his left hand, with the palm of his hand facing upwards. His spiritual power was running on it, and a green brilliance spell appeared on Zhang Jiudao's palm. Zhang Jiudao recited silently in his mouth.

With a mantra, the talisman in his palm instantly flew out and penetrated into the ruins of the Lord's Mansion of Fanguang City at his feet.

Zhang Jiudao looked at the practitioners around him and snorted coldly: Why, if you still don't leave, why don't you ask me to send you away?

Humph, Zhang Jiudao, others are afraid of you, but I am not afraid of you! A sharp sound came from the distant city, and a black shadow flew from the sky and rushed towards Zhang Jiudao.

The black shadow's momentum has not yet calmed down, Su Zhaodang even felt the realm of this person's cultivation. He is also a strong man in the seventh realm of Daoji, and a small Fanguang City is actually a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. It is really rare! Su Zhao's eyes flashed

After seeing a strange color, I became even more curious about Fan Guangcheng.

In the previous Huangyue City, there was only one high-level powerhouse, the Hongyue Building Master, and it was difficult to encounter other practitioners at the sixth level of Daoji.

But in Fan Guang City, this was not the case. The practitioners in Fan Guang City were very average, but at this moment, two practitioners at the seventh level of Daoji came out, subverting Su Zhao's understanding.

Hum, the Shenglong Banner is the treasure of our Chenguang Sect. Anyone who dares to touch the Shenglong Banner is going against our Chenguang Sect! There was another old shout, and a white light appeared from the west of the city, towards the city lord's palace.

Flying towards the ruins.

The brilliance was dazzling, and the white light was like daylight, causing many low-level practitioners to step back tens of feet and leave the ruins of Fan Guangcheng's main palace.

Su Zhao was slightly startled and looked at the white light: Another practitioner at the seventh level of Daoji!

A hint of murderous intent flashed in Zhang Jiudao's eyes, and he struck the black shadow that was coming towards him with his palm. Under the sudden flash of spiritual power, Zhang Jiudao and the black shadow retreated ten feet away.

Zhang Jiudao looked at the black shadow with murderous intent in his eyes, and his eyes were cold. After seeing the white light flying from the west of the city from the corner of his eye, he felt a slight shock in his heart: Why is the old devil of the Chenguang Sect here too!

Although Zhang Jiudao was panicked, his expression remained unchanged. When the white light fell on the other side of Zhang Jiudao and the black shadow, the three of them stood in three directions, forming a triangular opposition!

Zhang Jiudao's face turned gloomy as he looked at an old man in white with white beard and hair revealed after the white light dissipated!

The old man was a bit stout, with a cold smile on his face. It was hard to tell whether it was a real smile or a fake smile, but his words were still relatively modest and polite: "Two fellow Taoists, the Shenglong Banner is a gift from our Chenguang Sect, and it is still

Please, two fellow Taoists, for the sake of my Chenguang Sect, please don’t embarrass me and give up the Shenglong Banner to my Chenguang Sect!

Fart! The person in the black shadow screamed, very angry, turned slightly and glared at the old man with white hair and white clothes from Chenguang Sect, and cursed: The Shenglong Banner was not a thing of your Chenguang Sect three hundred years ago.

Now you dare to lick your face and ask for the Sholong Banner. What a daydream and wishful thinking.

Zhang Jiudao's chubby body had a long aura, and he did not look like he had experienced a battle at all. Seeing the black shadow and the people of Chenguang Sect fighting, Zhang Jiudao sneered again and again: What this fellow Taoist said is true, Chenguang Sect and Sheng

The fate of the Dragon Banner has long been broken, and the old accounts from three hundred years ago have long since been reduced to ashes. The current Shenglong Banner is the treasure of my Dragon-Slaying Village. The Lord of Fanguang City also said that back then, he was just borrowing the treasure of my Dragon-Slaying Village.

Today I came to pick up the things from Tulong Village because I have a reason to do so.

The white-haired old man in white clothes sneered, his eyes shot out the cold light of leadership, looked at Zhang Jiudao and the practitioners in the black shadow, and said in a deep voice: Since you two don't believe what I said, then we will decide on the Shenglong Banner with the magic weapon in our hands.

Whose treasure is it?

The black shadow glanced at Zhang Jiudao, then at the old man with white hair and clothes, and nodded.

Good! Zhang Jiudao sneered, stretched out his hands, and two groups of cyan brilliance emerged from the air and appeared on Zhang Jiudao's hands.

As the three of them spoke, they fought with each other and flew into the sky with mysterious weapons under their feet.

Above the ruins of the city lord's palace, a green light emerged from the ground, turning into a long sword-shaped cursor, pointing at a collapsed wall on the ground.

A practitioner had already seen it from a distance. He raised his head and glanced at the practitioner of the seventh level of the Three Life Daoji who was fighting far above the sky. He gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and quickly walked towards the ruins pointed by the cursor.

go.

This man came to the ruins, his spiritual power flashed in his hand, and he struck the ruins with a palm, causing most of the masonry and rubble on the ruins to fly away.

In the pit inside the ruins, a large yellow flag fell to the ground.

It's really the rising dragon flag! The practitioner's eyes were bright, and he dug out the rising dragon flag from the ruins with both hands. He held the rising dragon flag's spiritual power and rushed into it. Before he could show off, his face suddenly changed slightly, and he was horrified.

Looking at the practitioner approaching him: Save me!

As this person finished speaking, the practitioner holding the rising dragon flag was sucked into a blue color, and his body became stiff and fell to the ground, but he was no longer breathing.

Su Zhao stood in the distance, watching this scene, and was extremely surprised: What kind of weird magic weapon is the Shenglong Banner? It can actually kill a practitioner of the third level of Daoji in an instant!

The slain cultivator fell to the ground, and the Shenglong Banner was tightly held by him. The other cultivators saw such a strange murder weapon. They thought it was a magic weapon, but who knew it was a murder weapon, and left one after another.

, don’t dare to stay here anymore.

Zhang Jiudao's figure fell from the sky very quickly, grabbed the Shenglong Banner, pulled it from the dead practitioner's hand, and said with a smile: The Shenglong Banner is a treasure, you, an ordinary Taoist practitioner, can't

Dare to touch such a noble thing, you really don’t know whether to live or die!

Zhang Jiudao silently recited the incantation in his mouth and held the rising dragon flag! With a sneer, he made the incantation with both hands and flew up into the sky.

The old man with white hair and white clothes from the Chenguang Sect followed closely, and the black shadow followed him, but both of them were one step behind Zhang Jiudao, and Zhang Jiudao took the opportunity to get the Shenglong Banner!

There is a large yellow flag with no patterns on it, but there is a faint evil dragon roaring on it, trying to break free from the shackles of the rising dragon flag, and kill the generals to come out and destroy all living things in this area.

Zhang Jiudao held a large yellow flag. As he waved it, the color of the sky changed, clouds gathered, and thunder flashed continuously in the clouds.

Sorry, this treasure belongs to me! Zhang Jiudao had a cold look in his eyes, as if he wanted to kill the black shadow and the old man in white clothes and hair from the Chenguang Sect together.
Chapter completed!