"This is a bad word." Chief Mo Yang said, and he glanced at the Mad Dragon Ancestor indifferently.

This old reptile is really a poisonous creature, all of which are entrenched there to make some vicious ideas, but how could he let the Mad Dragon Ancestor get what he wants?

The things in Panlong Mansion were almost dead, but his core disciples of Wenzong were still alive!

For a long time, it was rare for Emperor Wenzong to let out a vent of anger. How could he let the Mad Dragon Ancestor be suppressed?

"Young Master Chu, it was recommended by my seniors. As for the origin, it is because you are well-behaved and sitting upright, so you don't have to worry too much about the Mad Dragon Ancestor." The head of Mo Yang raised his eyelids, "Because of having the intention to guess other people's affairs, the Mad Dragon Ancestor might as well deduce his own "Mad Dragon Sutra". Next time... don't wait until the disciples are not practicing properly and are slaughtered, and then they are silent and complaining there."

When the Wenzong and the other peak masters heard these naked sarcastic words, they were unable to hold back their faces, and their facial muscles squirmed for a moment.

The old ancestor Kuanglong's eyelids pounded fiercely. Master Mo Yang's words were like untiing the scar of his beloved disciple, and then rubbed it with a loofah over there, which made him feel uncomfortable.

"Master Mo Yang, I want to know if there is any problem with my "Crazy Dragon Sutra". Why don't you try it?" The ancestor of the Crazy Dragon reluctantly provoked, "But that Chu Tianming..."

"Take my son again, Mad Dragon Ancestor, are you afraid that it will be over?" Xiaoyin's voice sounded, and he angrily scolded Mad Dragon Ancestor, "If my son hadn't stopped Ling Yuhang and saved us, this time, I'm afraid that Shuxuan Realm would have become a place for everyone to be buried! He covers us up to retreat, and now he is fighting ghosts in Shuxuan Realm, and he will become a conspirator in your mouth?"

Mu Lingqing couldn't help but say, "Mad Dragon Ancestor, you have to tell evidence when you speak without any evidence. Why do you slander the elder brother?"

The old ancestor Kuanglong pulled the corner of his mouth, his eyes casually swept over Xiaoyin and Mu Lingqing, then looked at the head of Mo Yang and joked: "Master Mo Yang, are your disciples under the Wen Sect so many people who don't understand the rules? They are too arrogant and outspoken, right?"

"Besides, with Chu Tianming's current cultivation level in Qiyuan Realm, even if the ancient ancient book is present, how could he deal with the ghost that occupied the corpse of the powerful king? If Chu Tianming can return safely, I would like to ask him, how did he escape unscathed under such a huge gap in strength?"

"I asked myself that I don't have this ability. If he had Chu Tianming, I would be ashamed to ask!"

The Mad Dragon Ancestor was pressing step by step, and he wanted to force Chu Tianming to the dead end.

"Chu Tianming cannot make plans with ghosts, so the Mad Dragon Ancestor should not think too much." A harmonious voice sounded, cold and deserted, but with an unquestionable smell.

The person who speaks is Honglan.

This time, before the Mad Dragon Ancestor spoke, the old man Yuanqi spoke, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle and falcon, "The people of Wenzong, the same sect, are united closely. However, this time, the disciples of our sects were buried in the Shuxuan Realm, but most of your disciples of Wenzong were safe and sound. We don't know if there is any trick in this... But Master Mo Yang, you may be able to give us an explanation?"

Yunmang Sword Ancestor also spoke, "I don't know what the Shu Xuan Realm is, and I don't know what Chu Tianming is... But I think, the leader of Mo Yang knows more or less about that ghost, right? Why have he never told us about it?"

The three sect leaders of Daoye sects joined forces and asked each person, as if they were going to encircle the head of Mo Yang. The invisible aura made the rest of the junior disciples in the hall feel almost suffocated.

"Smack it..."

Just as the atmosphere in the hall was extremely stalemate and was about to solidify, the head of Mo Yang was about to speak, but at this moment, a string of applause rang out from somewhere.

"Interesting, really interesting... It's so interesting."

The plain voice slowly rang out with a full of mockery. Just as everyone was searching for the owner of the voice, the space in the hall fluctuated slightly.

Everyone knows who is talking about this wave.

"It's just a group of bandits who have snatched the keys... As for what's inside the door, does the master still need to know you specifically?"

As the space fluctuations gradually subsided, Chu Tianming's figure slowly walked out of it.

He carried his hands on his back, his expression calm, and he didn't seem to care how many people he would offend.

"Young Master!"

"Young Master!"

Two voices sounded one by one, and Old Man Nie looked at Lin Feng beside him in surprise, and frowned slightly.

Xiaoyin was very happy. She didn't care about the injury and thought about going to Chu Tianming's side. But she was about to set off, but someone grabbed her wrist.

Xiaoyin turned around and saw that the Lord of Qinglian Peak was shaking his head slightly at her, and opened his jade lips lightly, saying in a voice that only she could hear: "If I were your young master, I wouldn't want you to go over... to cause trouble for him at this time."

When Xiaoyin heard this, she couldn't help but grit her teeth and hesitate, but Xiaobai understood Chu Tianming very well and lay down at Xiaoyin's feet.

The boss has already sharpened his knife, so we can just watch the show... Xiaobai understands this more than anyone else in his heart.

On the other side, the Mad Dragon Ancestor and the Old Man of Yuanqi stared at Chu Tianming, and even the Yunmang Sword Ancestor cast curious eyes at Chu Tianming.

"He is Chu Tianming... As expected, what Zi Daolei said was as 'ordinary', but it always makes people unexpected..." This idea came to the minds of these people at the same time.

The Mad Dragon Ancestor looked at Chu Tianming, but asked Master Mo Yang knowingly: "Master Mo Yang, is this your chief disciple of Wenzong 'Chu Tianming'?"

"It's like a fake one." Chief Mo Yang said lightly, wanting to see what tricks the Mad Dragon Ancestor wants to do.

The Mad Dragon Ancestor smiled, "That's fine!"

Before he finished speaking, his sleeves rolled up, and a red cloud directly enveloped the spot, wrapped in large pieces of Taoist marks and took them away at Chu Tianming.

"You dare!" The head of Mo Yang, the old man with a crane, the middle-aged man in red robe and the master of Qinglian Peak, spoke at the same time. In an instant, the flowing clouds, fire winds and waves appeared at the same time, supporting a world, trying to block the red clouds.

But they underestimated the determination of the Mad Dragon Ancestor to deal with Chu Tianming.

"roar--"

Only a low dragon roar was heard, and a red light and shadow appeared in the red cloud. Before everyone could recover, the red light and shadow probed a pair of sharp claws, tearing the flowing clouds and fire winds straight towards Chu Tianming!

"Crazy Dragon Ancestor! This old reptile has been planning for a long time!" Old Man Nie's eyes thumped fiercely, "He has long wanted to kill Chu Tianming!"

The Mad Dragon Ancestor did not hesitate to directly use the Mad Dragon Ancestor, and regularly held the idea of ​​killing with one blow. With his intentional arithmetic and unintentionality, it would be impossible for the Master Mo Yang to do his best to resolve it!

Chu Tianming will surely die!
Chapter completed!