Chapter 330: The Power of the Quasi-Saint, the Unparalleled Six-Eared

On the top of Chuanyunguan City, Nezha held the Qiankun Circle in his hand, his face turned cold, "I'm going to try this veteran's strength."

Shi Tianjun's Ten Jue Formation was broken and his strength was reduced to 10%. He had already returned to Jin'ao Island to practice hard.

Seeing how arrogant the old man Ran Deng was, Nezha naturally felt a sense of contention in his heart.

Yang Jian also secretly accumulated strength and used the three-pointed two-edged sword, "Let's go together and see how strong this veteran is."

Lei Zhenzi was even impatient and ready to make a move, "Okay."

At the moment, on top of Chuanyunguan City, Yang Jian, Nezha, and Lei Zhenzi flew out.

The three people were surrounded by the Daluo Law, and the rich Daluo Daoyun rushed towards them.

The three-pointed two-edged sword, the Qiankun Circle, and the purple-gold wind and thunder stick hit the burning lamp with overwhelming force.

The three of Yang Jian are all Da Luo Jinxian and are very powerful. Now that they join forces, even the peak Da Luo Jinxian like Guang Chengzi will be unable to resist them.

But this storm-like attack was nothing to Ran Deng.

"A mere Daluo dares to take action against our sect. He is really arrogant. Then today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your teacher."

As one of the three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace, Ran Deng was trapped in the peak of Daluo Jinxian for many years. Now that he has attained enlightenment, he is naturally proud and ready to show off his skills.

Yang Jian, Nezha, and Lei Zhenzi will become his tools to establish his power today.

"Vulnerable!"

Ran Deng waved the dust in his hand and displayed a domain unique to the quasi-sage.

As soon as the Holy Dao Law Domain came out, Yang Jian, Nezha, and Lei Zhenzi were all stagnant.

It felt like there was an ancient sacred mountain pressing down on them, making it difficult to move.

The three-pointed two-edged sword, the Qiankun Circle, and the purple gold wind and thunder stick trembled slightly, and their power suddenly dropped by 50%.

"Go!"

Ran Deng waved the fly whisk fiercely in his hand, and an overwhelming wave of quasi-sage Dao Yun came over.

Unreasonably, he directly knocked Yang Jian, Nezha, and Lei Zhenzi away.

"Ahem!"

The three of them flew hundreds of feet backwards, their heads were gray and their faces were pale. They coughed a few times and turned slightly pale.

He is worthy of being a quasi-sage!

For those who have cultivated beyond the holy realm, facing such an overhaul, they are no match at all.

At the top of Chuanyunguan City, Huang Gun, Han Rong, Xu Gai, and Xu Fang flashed worry on their faces, and felt something bad in their hearts.

On the other hand, the golden immortals in Kunlun and the direct descendants of the West were in high spirits and shouted at Ran Deng.

"Teacher Ran Deng, Yang Jian is the most hateful guy. He was the one who sent Junior Brother Dao Xing to the list."

"The Jie Jiao disciples are all cruel and cruel. Teacher Ran Deng must take this opportunity to teach them a lesson."

"Teacher Ran Deng, a group of people who have turned into eggs from wetness and are hairy and wearing horns. They are not worthy of wasting your time, teacher. We should make a quick decision and send them to the list of gods."

The golden immortals obviously hated Yang Jian and the others, but they were worried about the long nights and dreams, so they directly asked Ran Deng to send them to the list.

Although Yang Jian and the other three were at a disadvantage in terms of combat power, they refused to suffer at all and sneered, "What's the point of talking about people behind their backs? Uncle interpreters, if you have the ability, come and fight with us." Zhan, why do you need to let the deputy leader Ran Deng get the reputation of bullying the small ones? "

The three of them deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word "Master-Uncle". The implication is that the disciples of the Chan Sect will only use the big to bully the small, and beat the small until they grow old. There will be no end.

"伱"

The Twelve Golden Immortal's face suddenly turned cold, his eyes were like those of hunting beasts, and he wished he could devour Yang Jian and the others alive.

Ran Deng exhaled a breath of turbid air. Today, when he comes down the mountain, he is in trouble. His reputation as a big bully who bullies the small ones is confirmed.

In this case, let him send the souls of Yang Jian and the other three people back to the list of gods.

"Coffin lamp!"

Taoist Ran Deng sacrificed the coffin lamp with the accompanying spiritual treasure in an instant. Under the influence of the Nine Heavens Gang Wind, the light on the lamp kept flickering, as if it would go out at any time.

But just like this, it gave Yang Jian and others a greater sense of threat.

"go!"

Ran Deng waved his hand, and the invisible holy realm was pressed heavily in mid-air. The faces of Yang Jian and the others turned pale, and they quickly retreated.

But the surrounding space became extremely sticky like cooked paste, and the movement was ten times slower than usual.

During the time that Yang Jian was taking action, the coffin lamp was already approaching them.

The dim flames burning above seemed to come from the eighteenth level of the Nether Sea, carrying the breath of death.

Just when Yang Jian and others saw that the situation was not good, they were about to take out the life-saving things given by their master Zhao Gongming.

Suddenly, the coffin lamp that was heading towards them at great speed suddenly stopped in mid-air.

And the pressure on them suddenly disappeared and they resumed their actions.

"Crack!"

Then, under the shocked gazes of Yang Jian and the others, the nine-sky void suddenly shattered, and a black iron rod protruded from the space and landed directly on the coffin lamp.

"boom!"

There was a huge roar in mid-air, and the moment the black iron rod and the coffin lamp collided, a wave of substantial Tao Yun ripples spread violently in all directions.

The coffin lamp flew back into Ran Deng's arms as if it had been hit hard. Ran Deng's face immediately turned pale. He swallowed several times, but still couldn't hold it back, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out.

"This is Senior Brother Liuer's aura!"

Yang Jian was overjoyed. In the entire Jiejiao, he and Liu Er were the most familiar.

The black iron rod just now is Liu Er's magic weapon, the iron soldier at will.

"Senior Brother Liu'er is here?"

Nezha, Lei Zhenzi couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, Senior Brother Liu Er, that was the proud disciple of his great uncle.

His strength is unfathomable. Although we don't know how strong he is, it's not a big problem to deal with this old Taoist Ran Deng.

"Hehe, the disciples of the Chan Sect are really thick-skinned. It's okay that a group of second-generation disciples can't defeat my outer disciples of the Jie Sect. Now the deputy leader actually attacked a group of third-generation disciples of my Jie Sect. It can be seen that the disciples of the Chan Sect are shameless."

In the air, the voice fell, and a golden figure flashed in the broken void, majestic and awe-inspiring. Who else could it be but Liu Er?

Ran Deng stared at Liu Er with a slightly solemn expression. He was one of the three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace back then.

Ran Deng also met Liu Er once.

But he couldn't connect the little monkey in his impression back then with the majestic Liu Er in golden armor now.

"Six-eared macaque, are you going to stop me?"

Six-eared monkey said with a smile, "Such a shameless sect of the Chan Sect, even if others see it, they may have to take action to deal with it. As a disciple of the Jie Sect, I naturally have to take action."

After Liu'er finished speaking, the law of war slowly spread out of his body. The power of the law was strong, and the extremely huge pressure enveloped Ran Deng.

"This breath."

Ran Deng's face flashed with fear. As expected, Liu'er, he also achieved the path of quasi-saint. You know, Liu'er is only the third generation of the Jie Sect.

After Ran Deng, the faces of the Kunlun Golden Immortals could not help but look a little ugly. So far, none of the direct descendants of the Chan Sect has achieved the path of quasi-saint.

But Liu'er, as a third-generation disciple of the Jie Sect, has actually achieved the path of quasi-saint. How can the faces of the Chan Sect disciples be put?