A fierce bombardment sound came from the depths of the underground palace, and it soon became quiet again. After several hesitation, Zhongli decided to help Panmang take down the masked guest before doing the theory, so he followed the direction of energy and breath fluctuations.

The deeper you go, the more powerful you will feel the breath. Zhongli has been away from the Fansheng World for a long time and is quite familiar with many places in his own sect. The underground palace is strange. He seems to have been here once before ascending, and he has not dared to walk around, because there are strict regulations in the sect that non-sect leader and core inner cousin are not allowed to enter the underground palace.

In fact, even if he is qualified, he will take a special day to enter the underground palace and has to go through the lockdown procedures. He entered the underground palace as a core disciple of the inner hall because he congratulated a certain immortal on his ascension and had supreme glory in the sect. Later, the master passed the position of the sect leader to his senior brother, and he focused on rushing to the realm and striving to ascend as soon as possible. Therefore, he went into seclusion for a long time and no longer involved in the sect's affairs. He gradually forgot about the only underground palace he had seen.

Today, even Zhongli was shocked by the full view of the underground palace. Unexpectedly, the sect's foundation would be so profound, he became dissatisfied with Panmang's rampage in the underground palace.

The fierce energy collision came again, and it felt that Panmang and his opponent were not far away. So Zhongli jumped onto a pavilion. Seeing that many houses not far away were dilapidated and twisted, all caused by terrifying energy collisions. Even if these buildings were made of pure gold, even if they were protected by formations and mechanisms, they were nothing in the eyes of such great gods and demons as Panmang, and they would not worry that these buildings were the most precious things of the Qingyang Sword Sect. So his anger became louder, so he changed his mind and turned back.

At this moment, Panmang was even more angry. Not only did it have many mechanisms in the underground palace, but Zhang Zhiqiang was also unable to escape. Relying on his familiarity with him, he could always escape at critical moments. You must know that he had someone in his hand. This was a humiliation for Panmang. The damn Zhongli didn't know what he was doing. At critical moments, he didn't even see a ghost.

Zhongli was very busy and was busy trying to use the True Yuan Duo to wake up the old Taoist Baimei. He needed to know the method of controlling the underground palace formation. Based on his anger just now, he had to do something, and basically he had to figure out where Li Xiucheng was going. Panmang also had to explain clearly how to allocate the innate Xirang.

However, Bai Mei's condition was not good, and she woke up leisurely but couldn't speak. Zhongli made up his mind and simply used his spiritual sense to forcibly rush into the other party's spiritual world. This is not the time to be a gentleman, and he never regarded himself as a gentleman.

The terrifying energy fluctuations came again. This time, it lasted for a long time. The entire underground palace was shaking constantly. Panmang finally forced Zhang Zhi to a dead end with no cost. Meeting him again, it was better than an enemy. They all knew that innate Xirang was important, but Li Tianchou, who had a chaotic physique, was even more important. Moreover, there were too many secrets on this kid. If he searched carefully, he would definitely gain great results. Therefore, no one would stop easily until the moment of life and death was at stake.

"You and I are the same roots, why should we fight each other so hard?" Facing Panmang, Zhang Zhiqiang looked at the six directions, and his spiritual sense spread in all directions, frantically looking for a glimmer of opportunity to escape from the sky.

Panmang looked coldly, and the demonic energy that spread out instantly wrapped the other party's spiritual consciousness, which immediately made Zhang Zhiqiang's perception fall into darkness. When it comes to the strength of his mental power, Panmang sighed that he could not forget his back, but the demon smoke demonic energy was his nemesis.

"It is precisely because you and me are the same that I have given you the opportunity to regenerate and invite you to join us to do some considerable things, but you are ungrateful. At the critical moment, I will give you a chance to regenerate, and who is forcing whom you and me?"

"Give me a chance to rebirth? You are so shameless!" Zhang Zhiqiang wanted to spit on Panmang's face, "I'll ask you, who did we use to deal with the way to suppress the soul in the past? You're using it on me, letting such a little head be your ears and ears in my body. I'm worse than death. My grandma! I'm here to plant it, you don't want this Li Xiucheng!"

Panmang's face was gloomy and obviously had a murderous intention. Even Zhang Zhiqiang was not moved by threatening Li Tianchou's body. The six clones blocked all Zhang Zhiqiang's retreat, and then took action quietly, as if he no longer considered Li Tianchou's life or death.

Zhang Zhiqiang roared in despair and poured all his true energy into his arms. With a thought, Li Tianchou would be crushed to pieces. At this moment, an extremely harsh and strange sound came. The buildings beside him were actually alive, and the area around him was trembling violently. Each house looked like a swaying giant, as if he was struggling to pull his legs out of the ground.

The entire wall beside Panmang and Zhang Zhiqiang suddenly became as soft as dough, and was quickly woven by an invisible huge force, forming a hemispherical, like a golden fist, which suddenly hit Panmang and his clone in the rumbling sound.

The sudden change caused Zhang Zhiqiang's roar to abruptly, and Panmang reacted very quickly, and he was unable to resist such brute force in a hurry, so he pulled away quickly, and his clone was not so lucky. Two bodies were directly in front of the fist, and were directly crushed by violent force. Several other clones were shaken away, and five could escape.

Panmang suffered a backlash when his clone was lost, and he couldn't help but become furious. He suddenly realized that someone might be doing it, so he immediately took back his clone, pulled away and left. Even Zhang Zhiqiang and Li Tianchou seemed to be unable to take care of it for the time being.

Unfortunately, before Panmang's body was hidden in the dark, a living house suddenly swept across from the front. A huge ball bulged out again on the wall opposite, and rushed out roaring. Panmang felt a huge threat under the attack from left to right. This was the formation in the underground palace. He had known before that any attack could mobilize the power of the entire formation. It was very domineering. In the face of absolutely terrifying power, it was difficult for any god and demon to withstand it with magical power alone.

But the weakness of these attacks is dullness. Although their strength and degree are unparalleled, they cannot really threaten Panmang. It was just too sudden just now, which caught him off guard. What he was worried about was the follow-up methods of the underground palace formation once activated.

Moreover, Panmang was eager to control the person who could manipulate the underground palace formation, without thinking, either Zhongli or Baimei's old man. Baimei was injured like that, it seemed unlikely that only Zhongli was a genius, and another unreliable bastard. This guy did what Panmang had planned but failed to do for the time being, but was worried that Baimei's tolerance was too weak. By doing this, Baimei would soon be shaved.

Now that the innate Xirang has obtained the hand, the Zhenshan Pestle is in the deepest part of the underground palace, and it is obvious that it is at your fingertips. However, because of Li Xiucheng, Panmang's evil fire has nowhere to be released. If Bai Mei dies, Zhongli is obviously the biggest profiter. At least he threatens Panmang with the underground palace formation. How can this guy succeed?

Panmang's body instantly turned into a thick black smoke, and it was extremely flexible to shuttle through the gaps of the huge fists that were constantly falling or smashing out, and soon disappeared. The next moment it appeared near the entrance of the cave. The Kunlun Sect's people had turned into a bloody corpse, and both Zhongli and Baimei disappeared.

The tremor of the underground palace was slightly relieved and then became violent again. Panmang guessed that this was a sign before the new round of the formation, and it contained more powerful means. With a sweep of his spiritual sense, he quickly drilled into the moving and deformed temple not far away, and passed the main hall. He could clearly sense the position of Zhongli. After passing the second hall, Zhongli was looking at him with a smile in a side room.

Although Panmang was alert, he was extremely powerful and could not suppress his anger and shouted, "Is fellow Taoist good at stabbing the knife in the back?"

"Each of each other." Zhongli was even happier. "Fellow Taoist put the innate Xirang in his arms, and he didn't know how to say it. I couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Why would you please tell me what to say?"

"Oh? I'm just thinking about this, why should I be so suspicious?"

"That's great, but our cooperation is simple and direct. Now the only fellow Taoists who come together are you and me. Innate Xirang should be half of each of you and me." Zhongli suddenly frowned and lifted the dying Baimei Dao in his hand. "Hey, you'd better not move. If Baimei dies, only the old man in the world can activate the formation, take out the Shanzhen Pestle, and want to be careful."

Panmang stopped his body angrily, raised his face, and suddenly laughed again, "It's not impossible, but there is only one clay pot, and now it separates Xilan, which is a lot of inappropriate."

"How is it inappropriate?"

"This thing is extremely spiritual. If it is separated from this seemingly ordinary clay pot, it may lose the ability to rebuild mountains and rivers. Wouldn't it be in vain for our work to work?"

"I have never heard of this statement." Zhongli shook his head. He was also a god and demon outside the territory. He heard no less rumors about the innate Xirang than Panmang. "If you beat him a few words, wouldn't it be ridiculous?"

"What do you think?" Pan Mang furiously.

"Exchange, I disdain for you for the time being, and the clay pot is handed over to the old steward. What do you think about it?"

Panmang laughed anxiously, "You are a fairy family who claim to be righteous and orthodox, but you actually use your disciples as bargaining chips. No matter how shameless I am, I can't do such a despicable thing as you. I'm really misleading in choosing a fellow Taoist to come."

"How can it be a bargaining chip? I just want to use the help of a fellow Taoist to protect my disciple's life, and there is no intention of being unfavorable to him. Whether to exchange or not is all in the thought of a fellow Taoist."

"Switch! Why not change?" Panmang was also extremely decisive. As he spoke, he took out the quaint clay pot. "I feel embarrassed to be a devil if you are a shameless person."

"Do throw the clay pot first, and I will release it."

"You fart, as shameless as you, how dare I throw the clay pot to you first?"

"You can rest assured that the exchange is successful, and you and I will continue to cooperate. After all, only Xirang can not create mountains and rivers, and there is still a mountain-stopping pestle, right?"

"Damn it, I'm convinced." Pan Mang stomped his feet in anger. "My fellow Taoist's face is thick. Even if it is 'Narcissance', I dare not brag in front of you. Just do what you said, but you give Baimei Ferry True Energy first, don't let him die, otherwise you know my methods." (To be continued)
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