My eight sisters are the only ones who dote on me, and they are all crazy about supporting their you

"Immortal inheritance?"

"A million magical powers?"

Everyone's eyes widened, unable to hide the shock on their faces.

They absolutely did not believe it, but they felt it was very plausible.

Otherwise... who in this world can teach such a disciple?

Wang Xiaoke is too mysterious.

So much so that the Chinese monks could only look up to his back.

"Are you kidding me?" Yun Peng looked at the young man coldly.

"I'm afraid that the combined magical powers of the ten great holy places would only be 100,000."

"Not to mention the inheritance of immortals, is it possible for you to enjoy the blessing?"

Wang Xiaoke grinned: "Believe it or not."

He has countless supernatural powers in his mind, all of which were instilled in him by his master.

During the years in the Chaos Temple, time passed slowly.

During this period he never slacked off and didn't even sleep.

With the guidance of a master, I learned many supernatural powers.

In addition, the storage ring is sealed, and only five layers are opened now.

The master reserved treasures in the remaining four floors!

Yunpeng was enveloped by a huge formation, covered by the burning fire of karma, and there was also billowing white smoke, blocking his vision and weakening his perception.

"Arrogant boy, you want to hurt me with a low-level formation?"

"Who said I wanted to hurt you?" Wang Xiaoke's voice came.

He locked onto Ao Danhong and the other man, and raised his hand to shoot out two sword beams.

Ao Danhong was startled and tried to resist in a hurry, and couldn't help shouting and cursing.

"You little brat, you're trying to sneak attack me?!"

"You and that damn fox have never done anything human."

Suddenly, Yunpeng's expression changed drastically, as if he noticed something strange.

The surging spiritual power broke through his body, and with a palm push out, the formation was shattered.

Wang Xiaoke dived to the bottom of the lake and was staring at the light screen in front of him.

"It is true. There is a formation blocking it. No wonder it cannot be detected."

As early as when he fought with Li Feng, he was looking for the teleportation array.

But there was no one within a hundred miles. Fortunately, Yun Peng and his men showed up...

"Hey, that transmission channel, and Sister Mo and the others."

"It should be under this light curtain."

He is not here to fight, the key is to save his wife.

And the apprentice...

dog...

"Don't even think about coming in, kid!" a vicissitudes of life voice came.

Wang Xiaoke turned around suddenly, and Yunpeng appeared behind him.

This time he did not test it any more, and his cultivation level of half a step to becoming a god was fully displayed.

With his five fingers clenched, several chains of laws came towards him.

Yun Peng activated the laws of the void to imprison Wang Xiaoke's surroundings.

Even the water drops and small fish in the lake were restrained and could no longer move.

Finally, he summoned the magic weapon, the golden bell, and went to suppress it.

Wang Xiaoke: "I'm escaping!"

Yunpeng: “???”

The chain of law hit nothing, and the golden bell also lost its target.

"Where are the people?" Yun Peng frowned, his mind covering the bottom of the lake.

He didn't even react when it disappeared from his sight just now.

"Old man!"

Wang Xiaoke appeared again, holding the Golden Crow, without any hesitation.

The sword breaks the water with force as strong as thunder.

Yun Peng circulated the protective Qi to block the incoming sword light.

He slapped out with his palm fiercely, and the palm print of spiritual energy came to kill.

"Listen to the wind and rain."

Wang Xiaoke shouted coldly, and countless sword energies condensed into raindrops. It was as if heavy rain was falling at the bottom of the lake, which looked extraordinary and magical.

The spiritual hand was pierced by raindrops and shattered into pieces.

"Nine Dragons Unrivaled!"

Several dragon shadows wrapped in sword energy blasted it into nothingness.

The lake was churning and huge waves were hitting the shore.

The monks looked down into the water, curious about the battle situation.

Wow! Wow!

There were two sounds of breaking water, and Wang Xiaoke's feet stepped on the void, his lips turning pale.

"I acknowledge your strength, so you must die!"

Yunpeng followed closely behind, summoned the golden bell, and suppressed it again.

The Xuanling Seal collided in mid-air and was immediately knocked away.

Wang Xiaoke used his sword skills and his palm was cracked by the shock.

The gap in cultivation is too big and cannot be made up by talent.

He was nearly seriously injured several times, but fortunately the temple saved his life.

"After continuously performing magical powers, your spiritual energy is running low, right?"

"I advise you to surrender, and I will give you a quick death!"