PFC Chapter 257 Negotiating compensation
Chapter 257 Negotiating compensation
Zhang Song smiled, with a strong sense of sarcasm: "This is not your way. You are too weak. Even if you are given a chance, you will be useless."
"A speck of dust can fill up the ocean, and a blade of grass can cut down the sun, moon and stars."
The aura on Zhang Song's body continued to transform, the gate to the Immortal Palace opened, the small world of Thunder Domain opened, and infinite thunder energy washed down mightily.
Little Baoer stood on the Thunder Gate, dancing a sacrificial dance continuously, madly and sacredly, asking the Thunder Gate to open wider and send down one or two laws.
Countless monks flew back, and some gods could not bear it and were extremely shocked.
Half a step to the Tao, and has already integrated the meaning of the complete world of thunder and lightning. There is no need to prove whether Yang Jian is the Taoist master's biological son, but now the Taoist Master Ran Deng seems to be extraordinary too.
A speck of dust can fill up the sea, and a blade of grass can kill the sun, moon and stars!
Many strong men kept repeating these words, as if these words were written for them, so how could that boy use them first.
At this time, Zhang Song was drawing the seals with his hands continuously.
"It doesn't matter whether it's my way or not, but you will definitely die here today." Yang Jian felt the thunder and laughed wildly. All his blood vessels were opened and he almost had the aura of a mid-level god, not to mention his favorite thunder method.
Although Randeng is very powerful, how can he compete with me in my current state for the power of thunder?
A speck of dust can fill up the ocean, a blade of grass can cut down the sun, moon and stars.
I bother!
One strike and it was enough to completely kill Ran Deng.
Zhang Song's resolute face showed an even more pitying expression, as if he was looking at a mentally retarded person.
"At the top of the immortal world, I am the boss of the world. As long as I light the lamp, there will be a sky!" Zhang Song was afraid that others could not hear him, so a huge thunder gate appeared behind him. Thunder rumbled and dark clouds rolled in, as if the world was going to be destroyed.
A huge dragon-slaying guillotine emerged from the black clouds!
He may lack a little creativity, but he has always been at the forefront in imitation and surpassing.
At this time, Yang Jian's face was ferocious, and he shouted at the same time: "Master, please give me a hand."
It was clearly a cry for help, but the tone was very unwilling and aggrieved, and still with a strong will, as if he was unyielding in the face of a strong opponent and was determined to pull the opponent down even if he died.
Zhang Song laughed, even more disdainfully.
"You are not as good as my wife. A warrior cultivates himself. If there is no way for others, he must cut through the thorns and create the unknown. He must forge his own path."
"When your child is weaned, stop calling him mom."
"cut!"
Zhang Song's thoughts were like the thoughts of this thunder domain. Even the rolling thunderclouds seemed like soldiers waiting for Zhang Song's orders.
Waiting for Zhang Song's call.
My heart is the heart of heaven!
"Alas!" Youyou sighed softly, but the sound of thunder was suppressed.
Zhang Song smiled and said softly, "You really don't care about your dignity at all. My two senior brothers died in vain."
Everyone saw that although Yang Jian was in a miserable state, he still had a defiant look on his face. He looked at Zhang Song with disdain and murderous intent.
Qiong Xiao immediately showed up with a gentle look, "Alas, I am sorry to trouble you. My Jade Ding Golden Immortal has been practicing for tens of thousands of years, and you have only practiced for a few days. It's not shameful, it's not shameful."
Bixiao also appeared, with a smile on his face: "We are different from them in Jin'ao Island. What they say is just bullshit. You win, little nephew. I will go to Jinxia Cave and ask Brother Jinding, is it just like that? I will definitely give you an explanation."
At this time, no one thought that the Madonna of the Golden Turtle, who rarely appeared in public, would also be painted first.
There were flowers blooming all around, and the true patterns of heaven and earth were rippling in the water. The sound of the great way was ringing in the void, like ritual music.
The Turtle Spirit Mother is almost always in seclusion in the sect. She has a gentle personality and profound magical powers. Her greatest wish is to stay with her master.
This time even she was angry. No one could have imagined that she could feel the darkness and coldness in her heart. She saw death in Yang Jian and hope in Zhang Song.
Yang Jian is only a third-generation disciple. Even if he has the Taoist's bloodline, it doesn't count. Is Jin Ding trying to plot against him?
She accompanies her master Tongtian and knows that she is different from others. Except for her master and Tiandao, everyone wants her dead. Several Taoist masters killed her predecessors and held up the world, which was a great karma owed to her.
Now there are many great cultivators and disciples surrounding her. She is horrified to find that there are cultivators from all races, but there is not a single turtle cultivator who has shed his shell and transformed into a human, including several True Lords in the Dragon Palace. This conclusion is extremely terrifying when you think about it carefully.
"My dear nephew, you can come to Jin'ao Island in half a year."
However, Zhang Song did not reply. Instead, he continued to communicate with the Thunder Realm through thunder tribulations, and sacrificed some of the monsters that were about to be used against the Four Spirits Pavilion to the world of thunder and lightning.
Zhang Song ruthlessly cut off a piece of thunder bamboo leaf, which was stained with the aura of the immortal palace, with faint lightning light and natural runes on it.
He was unwilling to let Yang Jian go like this.
Zhang Song is not a person who would suffer any loss, and if he lets such a resentful person get away with it, he will probably regret it in his dreams.
Knowing that he is protected by Jade Ding Zhenren, it is difficult to kill Yang Jian, but it is still possible to destroy half of his body and break his invincible heart.
at all costs.
"I am the True Lord, and I shall suppress all enemies in the world for Jiejiao!"
Fairy air lingered around the immortal bow, and suddenly, a lightning arrow appeared on the bowstring. It was purple all over, but the tip of the arrow was completely blood red.
The last God-killing Thunder in the Nine Heavens Thunder Punishment was blood red. Although it only condensed into an arrow, it had already shocked everyone.
Even Zhang Song himself felt like his body was about to break apart. All the energy in his body was drained, and the immortal energy in his immortal palace was not enough for this arrow.
Blood was dripping from every pore on his body, his face was hideous, and his hands were completely carbonized.
"Curse!"
boom!
Yang Jian wanted to dodge, and even Jade Ding Zhenren had already taken action.
But my heart is the heart of heaven, and the speed was too fast. Yang Jian’s head exploded in an instant, like a violent car crashing into a hard stone mountain.
Cars were destroyed and rocks were shattered!
"Okay!" Jade Ding Zhenren's teeth chattered as he manifested his figure. He grabbed Yang Jian's broken body, wrapped it with countless lines, and looked at Zhang Song coldly.
"I feel better." Zhang Song breathed a sigh of relief. His body continued to recover. He shook his sleeves and clasped his hands together: "Disciple Ran Deng, I pay my respects to Master Yu Ding."
The three Xiaos appeared directly beside Zhang Song, and Bixiao had already drawn out two long swords.
Jade Ding Zhenren turned and left. Zhang Song slowly reminded him, "Please return the bodies of my two senior brothers. And what you are holding in your hand is my trophy."
A huge sedan chair appeared on the sea, with dozens of Taoist children standing behind it. A woman sat upright on the carriage. She was wearing beautiful and luxurious clothes inlaid with the sun, moon and stars. She was graceful and elegant, and her aura was unattainable.
The Turtle Spirit Mother appears.
Everyone bowed and shouted, paying homage to the senior sister (uncle). Even the dragon's sons and grandsons in the distance had serious expressions and bowed at the same time.
The reputation of the Turtle Spirit Mother is very good. She has no prejudice and has taught many dragon cultivators. Even the Three Xiaos have put away their weapons obediently.
This man seemed to be born noble, and his every move represented the will of heaven. The sea was calm and the waves were gentle, enveloping the entire world.
If she hadn't felt palpitations, the Turtle Spirit Mother would not have shown up. Although she was of the same generation as the Golden Tripod Immortal, if she took action, in the eyes of the Taoist master, it would be like bullying the weak.
"Jin Ding, you passed."
The Golden Immortal of the Golden Tripod clasped his hands together in a salute, looking handsome and elegant, with an air of being out of this world, as if he didn't care about anything and everything, and was not affected by cause and effect.