"Boom!"


    The huge hilltop square began to collapse under this terrible impact, and cracks spread rapidly.


    Looking at the Jiuyang gold plate rapidly enlarged in the pupils of his eyes, long Bufan''s eyes were dignified. He could feel that the Jiuyang gold plate seemed to lock his breath, and the diffuse energy fluctuations could not completely escape the impact of the attack even if he moved instantaneously.


    Since it is inevitable, we can only fight to death!


    Long Bufan''s eyes showed a ferocious color. When he grasped the right palm in the void, the spirit devouring evil sword suddenly appeared in his hand. He firmly grasped the spirit devouring evil sword in his hand. The thunder power, flame Zhenyuan and dark yuan power in his body gathered in the Dantian cave sea like waves under the urging of spiritual knowledge, and then merged into an extremely obscure turbid energy under the array pattern of Yin-Yang ancient array.


    "Boss, I''ll help you!"


    "Dragon extraordinary, I''ll help you!"


    Xiaobai and huofenghuang almost shouted with one voice.


    "Stay with me, you''ll only get in the way!" but long Bufan shouted loudly, but Sheng Sheng stopped them. Although his words hurt people, everyone knows that long Bufan is going to carry them down alone.


    Success, he lives, failure, he dies, not three.


    "Whew --!"


    However, just as long Bufan was about to make a thorough fight, the sound of breaking wind came to his ears. At the moment of the sound, a white awn swept past from the rear, and finally collided directly with the Jiuyang gold plate in front.


    "Bang!"


    Compared with the golden energy hurricane rotating in the Jiuyang gold plate, the white awn seemed weak. However, at the moment of collision, it suddenly erupted an extremely huge energy. Even in the blink of an eye, it directly shocked the Jiuyang gold plate, which made the Dragon feel helpless.


    "Who is it?"


    The sudden scene surprised long Bufan, Zhang Huayun, Yang Lao, Zhang Tian and all the Zhangjia soldiers present. All of them hurriedly projected their eyes on the white mang. They saw the white light creeping rapidly, and suddenly condensed into a slender and tall male figure.


    Long Bufan''s eyes were slightly frozen, and he immediately looked at the figure. The visitor was dressed in purple robes and looked about 30 years old, but his long hair was silver white hair. His eyebrows were like a sword. His eyes were bright, and there was a hidden sense of dignity. Obviously, this was a kind of aura that people who were in high positions all year round could have.


    Although this aura seems to be deliberately convergent and not so strong, it still feels an invisible oppression, which makes people feel out of breath.


    "It''s him!" when he saw this man''s appearance, long Bufan was suddenly stunned. This man has silver white hair. Undoubtedly, he is the Deacon Changbai Weng, the highest power in the temple Pavilion, second only to the venerable Lord!


    Unexpectedly, their battle here did not attract the deacon of the temple Pavilion, but alerted such a big man!


    However, at this time, the white Weng''s breath was as empty as air. Obviously, it was not the real body, but a separation of divine consciousness.


    Yang Laodian, Zhang Tianhe and others saw that the person who appeared was Bai Weng. They immediately bowed down and said in a respectful voice, "deacon chief."


    Zhang Huayun, who was not far away, was stopped to kill the Dragon again, and his face was a little ugly, but he bowed his hand and said respectfully, "see the Deacon chief, my disciple."