Controlling the Five Thunders and the Two Worlds

Chapter 109 White Wolf King of Sanjue Mountain
Several people looked at the open space behind the village, and three figures appeared in the moonlight.

The leader was tall and thin, with a fair face and a slight beard. He was wearing a white scholar's robe and waving a folding fan in his hand. The comfortable expression just now still remained on his face, but the look in his eyes had turned to shock and anger.

Two people followed behind him, a man and a woman. The man had a rat-like face and was holding a three-pronged fork in his hand. The woman was wearing heavy makeup and had a pair of fox-like eyes that were as moist as butter.

At this moment, the two of them still didn't know what had happened. They were just surprised at why the white-robed scholar suddenly stopped and asked, "Second Master?"

But the white-robed scholar had already looked towards the nearby courtyard. He clapped his folding fan in his hands, his expression returning to composure. "What a wonderful formation! Since you are so vigilant, my disappointing nephew must have died at your hands."

"What?" The man and woman were startled and looked in the direction the scholar in white was looking. Only then did they see a flash of translucent light in the air.

Gu Zhao came to the gate of the yard, glanced at the other person, and then looked at Zhuo Qingyan.

Zhuo Qingyan understood and said softly, "Everyone has gone to bed."

Gu Zhao nodded and said, "We still need to build the Daluo Palace as soon as possible, otherwise it will easily implicate ordinary people."

Taoist Master Yansong smiled and said, "Once the Daluo Palace is built, Cuishan Village won't have to worry about being implicated."

When the Daluo Palace is completed, the Bi'ang Palace, Sanjue Mountain, and Jinfeng Sect will surely become history. The Taoist sect's reputation will shake Changping Prefecture, so it will naturally not affect Cuishan Village.

Taoist Master Yihong narrowed his eyes, stared at the white-robed scholar for a few seconds, and said in a deep voice, "The other party's cultivation is very high, so I'll go first."

Taoist Master Yansong laughed and scolded, "I've heard of your reputation before. You have kind eyes, high moral character, a peaceful and natural mind, and the demeanor of a great Taoist. What's wrong with you now? Have you really been possessed by General Guan?"

Taoist Master Yihong responded with a smile, "Because I can really fight now."

Gu Zhao took a step forward, and then the two old Taoists turned around and pointed at the two people behind the white-robed scholar, "You deal with them first."

Gu Zhao was speechless, "The opponent is very powerful, this is not the time to grab monsters."

Taoist Master Yansong laughed and said, "So we should distribute it more rationally. We don't have many opportunities to show off in front of you, so let us help you carry it a few times now."

Gu Zhao was touched and nodded, then looked at the two people behind him with a cold look in his eyes, "Then kill them first."

"How dare you!" the rat-eyed man screamed, holding up his trident. "My master is the Second Great King of Sanjue Mountain, feared by all in Changping Prefecture. Who are you to dare to speak so arrogantly?"

"What are we?" Taoist Yihong laughed and strode into the Dragon Locking Formation. His body rose to nearly two meters in two or three steps. He stretched out his hand and a residual shadow cut through the void and flew into his hand.

"Riding Red Hare for a thousand miles, with his sword wielding Azure Dragon, he breaks through five passes. Loyalty and righteousness surge across the universe, and the hero shakes the land from now on!"

Taoist Master Yihong held the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade upside down behind him, his aura soaring into the sky. He pointed his left sword towards the white-robed scholar and said in a Beijing-style manner, "Come here and tell me your name! I will not kill nameless people with my sword!"

Gu Zhao, “…”

Taoist Priest Yansong, “…”

Gu Zhao couldn't help but sigh, "He's usually pretty normal, right?"

Taoist Master Yansong raised his sleeves and changed his face into a red one, shaking his head, "Yeah, I don't know why he becomes a completely different person when facing an enemy."

Gu Zhao glanced at Taoist Yansong, turned around and didn't want to speak.

The white-robed scholar looked at Taoist Master Yihong, then at Taoist Master Yansong, and sneered, "You two old mages, your cultivation is not high, but your words are not small. Do you think this formation can trap me?"

"You'll know if you can hold it in, just try it!" Taoist Master Yihong glared, then swung his sword and chopped it off. His magical power condensed into a blade that seemed capable of splitting a mountain. The white-robed scholar's eyes fixed, and he actually raised his folding fan and walked towards the blade, "I want to..."

"boom!"

The huge force surged and the impact spread in all directions.

The white-robed scholar's face changed, and he used the force to turn over and retreat. The demonic energy in his body was running at full power, trying to dispel and digest the magical power and true qi that had invaded his body, but the efficiency was very low.

He was a little careless just now and did not use his magic power to protect his body, so the opponent's true energy invaded his body. Only then did he realize that the opponent's true energy was pure and thick, like the natural way of heaven, and its power was even greater than the demonic power he had condensed for hundreds of years.

"Who are you?" The scholar in white shouted loudly, and his demonic power rose, and then he expelled the true energy in his body.

"Daluo Palace! Taoist name Yihong!" Taoist Master Yihong laughed and raised his sword to chop.

The white-robed scholar's eyes sharpened as he stepped forward to meet him. "Sanjue Mountain! White Wolf King!"

Although the White Wolf King's Taoism was superior to that of Taoist Master Yihong, Taoist Master Yihong was still superior in terms of strength. The White Wolf King used the force to spin and kicked Taoist Master Yihong's temple with his toes. Taoist Master Yihong used his hand as the axis and swung his sword in a circle, forcing the opponent back.

Seeing that Taoist Yihong and the White Wolf King were fighting each other, Taoist Yansong had no way to use Taiyi Fenghuo, so he changed into a yellow mask, drew out the Seven Star Sword, shook out seven sword flowers, and thrust the sword straight forward.

The White Wolf King was as fast as the wind. With a wave of his folding fan, he swept away Taoist Yansong's sword. The demonic power was attached to the folding fan. With a flick of his hand, it was as sharp as a knife. If Taoist Yansong had not dodged quickly, his wrist would have been cut.

Gu Zhao watched them fight intently for seven or eight rounds. Taoist Yihong was the tank, Taoist Yansong was the swordsman, and they were facing the White Wolf King, an assassin with graceful skills.

Then Gu Zhao looked at the rat-eyed man and the beautiful woman standing not far away.

Zhuo Qingyan raised the bamboo flute behind him, and the song "Drunk in the Rain Pavilion" was melodious, graceful, tortuous and sad. It floated faintly into the ears of the man and woman and went straight into their sea of ​​consciousness.

"You bitch are looking for death!" The beautiful woman shouted and was about to grab Zhuo Qingyan, but just as she stood up, a purple light flashed before her eyes and a thunderclap was heard in her ears.

The gorgeous woman flew back quickly, leaving behind a shadow that was then struck by lightning, while she herself avoided the palm lightning.

Gu Zhao raised his eyebrows and raised his right hand slightly, "Xiu Niang, bring the gun!"

"Sir, take the gun!"

A bright silver spear flew towards him, and Gu Zhao reached out to grab it, smiling faintly at the rat-eyed man and the gorgeous woman. "I recently learned a set of Xingyi Liuhe Spear, so I'll try it out on you."

"Boy looking for death!"

The rat-eyed man screamed and his body turned into a shadow. The three-pronged fork pierced Gu Zhao with three sounds of breaking wind.

Gu Zhao blocked and pushed the three-pronged fork aside with his spear, then pulled his hand back and used the Phoenix Nod move, and the tip of the spear reached the rat-eyed man's chest.

The rat-eyed man let out a strange cry and turned over to retreat, but he felt a flash of purple light on the tip of the gun, and then a bolt of lightning hit his body-protecting demonic power, breaking most of it and making his whole body numb.

"This is the spear-tip bomb I created myself. How does it taste?" Gu Zhao said with a smile.

Now that his cultivation has gradually improved, he no longer needs to make hand gestures or chant spells to guide the magic power when casting palm thunder. He can make it happen as soon as he thinks about it. He has also developed some new functions at the same time. I tried it today and the effect is pretty good.

He was answered by a scream, "Rouniang, save me!"

(End of this chapter)