Great Primordial: Seven Saints, The Strongest Gourds In History

Chapter 230: Poor Daoist Shows You His True Strength!



Chapter 230: Poor Daoist Shows You His True Strength!

Chapter 230

Looking around, Zhao Gongming had disheveled hair, a bloated face, and his Taoist robes were covered with dust. He was in a miserable state.

Mo Bai narrowed his eyes and joked towards Zhao Gongming: "Zhao Gongming Daoist Friend, the battle between us has not yet decided the winner, where are you going in such a hurry?"

Zhao Gongming endured the pain on his old face, twitched a few times, held the dragon-binding rope in his hand, and scolded: "Mo Bai, don't be happy too early!"

"Now that the dragon-binding rope has been snatched away by the poor daoist, the poor daoist will definitely make you look good next!"

Mo Bai rolled his eyes and said calmly: "Okay, Zhao Gongming Daoist Friend, you only have two or three moves back and forth, what other abilities do you have, use it!"

"you………………"

Zhao Gongming was so angry at Mo Bai that he trembled slightly. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

Just like that, Mo Bai and Zhao "620" Gongming stared at each other in the air.

As time passes by minute by minute.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Mo Bai was the first to speak: "Zhao Gongming Daoist Friend, please, did you just threaten to make poor daoist look good?"

"Why haven't you taken action for so long?"

"Is it possible that I was frightened by the poor daoist..."

Faced with Mo Bai's provocation, Zhao Gongming narrowed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, raised his hand to take out a few pills from his Taoist robe and swallowed them. Before he could refine them, he shook his hands and shouted coldly: "Mo Bai, look trick!"

As he spoke, the dragon-binding rope in Zhao Gongming's hand was like an arrow from the string, running straight towards Mo Bai again.

Mo Bai spread his hands and said boredly: "Zhao Gongming Daoist Friend, it's really not the poor daoist who is talking about you. You know that this broken rope is of no use to the poor daoist, but you dare to let it go now. Isn't this an evil act?"

"Since you don't want this broken rope so much, the poor daoist can just accept it reluctantly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Bai's whole body was shaken, and the energy and blood all over his body surged. The supreme power of operating the law of force in his right hand raised his hand to grab Zhao Gongming's dragon-binding rope.

But who would have thought that just when Mo Bai was about to grab the dragon-binding rope above his head, he saw streaks of golden light emanating from the dragon-binding rope and trapping Mo Bai.

Yes, this is the second form of the dragon-binding rope, the Dragon Taoist Altar.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Mo Bai asked suspiciously: "Huh? What is going on?"

Just when Mo Bai was about to grab the dragon rope, it seemed as if he was blocked by a barrier. No matter how Mo Bai tried, it was of no use.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

at this time.

Three crackling sounds came from the horizon, but Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, and Bixiao rushed over.

Qiongxiao looked at Zhao Gongming who was feeling messy and asked with concern: "Brother Zhao Gongming, how are you?"

Bixiao said: "Senior Brother Zhao Gongming, why don't we let the three poor daoist people come to hold Mo Bai down first, and you go to recuperate the injuries in your body first?"

Yunxiao echoed: "Yes, Senior Brother Zhao Gongming, if you continue to be so tough and overdraw the mana in your body, I'm afraid it will have a certain impact on the foundation of your body!"

Zhao Gongming shook his head and said softly: "It doesn't matter, this Mo Bai is now trapped by the poor Daoist Panlong Taoist Altar. It won't be long before he will die here due to lack of oxygen!"

"You three can just watch from here!"

Hearing this, Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, and Bixiao nodded lightly without saying anything else. They raised their heads and stared at Mo Bai not far away.

Calabash Village.

The woodcutter, the butcher, and the scholar looked at the scene on Three Islands of Immortality through the long river of chaos, and they couldn't help but even their breathing became tight.

The next second, I saw Chef Lao Wu standing up, holding a big iron spoon, and said anxiously: "If this continues, sooner or later, your life will be in danger!"

"No, I have to help Xiao Qi!"

The sixth female devil said anxiously: "Fifth brother, I will go with you!"

"This Zhao Gongming is really too much. Xiao Qi has never killed him, but he wants to kill Xiao Qi. It is really unforgivable!"

Compared to the cook and the female devil, the butcher, scholar, and fisherman did not speak, but their eyes revealed a strong murderous intent.

Only the eldest woodcutter said calmly: "What are you two lying about? Have you forgotten that the law of power in Xiao Qi's body has been cultivated to a great level?"

"Besides, when Xiao Qi was at Mt. Shouyang, even Xuandu's Profound Sovereign's Exquisite Pagoda was forcibly destroyed by Xiao Qi, not to mention that the dragon-binding rope in Zhao Gongming's hand was just a High Grade Innate Spirit Treasure, how can you trap Xiaoqi?"

After listening to the woodcutter's analysis, the butcher, scholar, and fisherman calmed down, sat cross-legged on the ground, and continued to look into the Chaos River.

After all, as the woodcutter said, Mo Bai can break even the defenses of the Profound Sovereign's Exquisite Pagoda, let alone a mere High Grade Innate Spirit Treasure. Isn't this a snap?

Three Islands of Immortality.

Mo Bai looked at the barriers that appeared out of thin air around him, listened to what Zhao Gongming said, and said suspiciously: "Huh? Is this the Panlong Taoist Altar?"

"Why haven't you heard of it before?"

In his previous life, Mo Bai was also a senior Great Primordial fan, and he also knew something about the Dragon Binding Rope, but this was his first time seeing the Coiling Dragon Taoist Altar.

As everyone knows, in the Great Primordial World, Zhao Gongming usually never uses this trick easily when fighting against others.

Even in the Investiture of the Gods tribulation, it was only used ten times.

So it's normal that Mo Bai doesn't know too much.

Not far away, Zhao Gongming looked at Mo Bai, whose eyes were blank, and laughed: "Mo Bai, weren't you crazy just now?"

“Let’s see how you respond this time poor daoist!”

"But I can die in the poor daoist's Panlong Taoist altar..."

Listening to Zhao Gongming's arrogant voice, Mo Bai came back to his senses and sneered: "Zhao Gongming Daoist Friend, "Do you really think that you can trap Dao by releasing ten Panlong Taoist altars?"

"It's really a fool's dream to sit in a well and look at the sky!"

Zhao Gongming said disdainfully: "Mo Bai, you dare to speak out 2.4 nonsense when you are about to die. You really don't know how to die!"

At this time, Bixiao, who was next to Zhao Gongming, said coldly: "Mo Bai, this Panlong Taoist Altar is senior brother Zhao Gongming's trump card. Over the years, countless Golden Immortals of the Great Way have died from this trick." number!"

"If you were able to die under this move today, you deserved your death!"

Qiongxiao mocked: "Mo Bai, do you know that Panlong Taoist Altar is not just a barrier..."

Compared to Qiongxiao and Bixiao, Yunxiao had a bad premonition in his heart, as if something terrible would happen next.

Mo Bai cast a disdainful glance at Zhao Gongming, Qiongxiao, and Bixiao, raised the corners of his mouth, revealed a meaningful smile, and said lightly: "Since you are so confident that you will eat poor daoist, today, poor daoist will let you Look at the Panlong Taoist altar in front of the real strength..."


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