“Well, now Shangming Palace needs to put more thought into it. Isn’t this just a stepping stone for the Five Poison Taoists? Not to mention that it’s just a broken muscle. I can’t even test all the tricks of others. It’s easy to accomplish the reverse. What’s the deal with the reputation of Fa Shangjing?”
“Be careful! Beware of trouble coming from your mouth! If people can’t deal with the Five Poisons Taoist, why can’t they deal with you?”
“I”
What the cultivators said in the distant sky was originally reflected in the process of the battle between Chu Weiyang and Master Pang.
And along with this process, the “discussions” among the cultivators changed from general silence to noisy, and finally returned to general silence.
And this silence also means that the battle between Chu Weiyang and Master Pang is coming to an end.
Or, to be more precise, it was through the continuous testing of Thunder Rain Waterfall that he had learned all the ways to change the Linlang Seal Patterns here.
Chu Weiyang deeply imprinted the changes in these seal patterns into his mind and memory, which would help him accept Master Pang’s “legacy” more smoothly in the future and digest the underlying information more quickly.
This kind of coercion itself was also very effective. At first, when facing Chu Weiyang’s Thunder Rain Waterfall, Master Pang tried his best to attack, constantly changing the various changes of the Linlang Seal Patterns.
But when these changes eventually came to an end, he was still faced with Chu Weiyang who would not let go of the slightest opportunity.
Moreover, during the silent fight, whenever Master Pang’s performance changed repeatedly, Chu Weiyang would seize the opportunity to reveal this change and directly penetrate Xuan Lei.
It was as if this method was deliberately used to punish the repetition of changes in the seal pattern.
Every strike of mysterious thunder will take away the lives of Master Pang’s disciples and servants.
But Master Pang’s old angry roar was destined to be drowned in the roar of thunder. As time passed little by little, it was accompanied by the inevitable repetition of changes and the crash of thunder.
The jade cloud bed that originally looked like a small hill gradually became unsupported and turned from a jade bed into a jade boat, and it was a jade boat that was silent because of the cracks all over it.
On the cloud bed, Master Pang was lying in a state of disgrace among the ashes and dust. As far as he could see, the smoke and dust were filled with charred corpses.
Perhaps when he moved out of the mountain gate in a hurry, wanting to come to the outer sea to occupy the magpie’s nest, and planning to forcibly take the dojo of the younger generation of casual cultivators as his own, Master Pang would not have thought that such an ending would be waiting for him.
It has been a long time since he was able to reveal any new ideas in the changes in seal patterns.
Therefore, as the mys
