Supreme Martial God Art

Chapter 1156: The Power of Fortune Bell

But for Wu Yun, this is not a good thing.

In other words, judging from their current confrontation.

The greater Wu Yun's origin, the more they wanted to kill Wu Yun.

Seeing that these two hundred or so people were preparing to kill themselves at the same time.

Wu Yun frowned.

Of course, this is not panic, because he was already prepared.

Now, it's time to let the old man, the God of Fortune Clock, come out for a walk.

"Hey, old bastard, come out, don't hold back, you can play whatever you want here, and you won't be known by outsiders."

"Stinky boy, cause trouble every day!"

This time, the God of Fortune did not object.

Just mumbled.

In fact, Wu Yun had communicated with him long ago, otherwise, Wu Yun would never have dared to step into the second floor of the palace in public.

"Let's go together and kill him. If this kid really came from that place, there must be more than one divine weapon on his body. Don't give him any chance."

Someone roared angrily, and then stepped out first.

Immediately after that, the two hundred or so people actually attacked Wu Yun at the same time.

Such a scene is really spectacular.

Two hundred or so cultivators at the enlightenment realm attacked a young man at the ninth level of Yuan and realm at the same time.

If it is spread out, I am afraid no one will believe it.

At this moment, more than two hundred figures and more than two hundred powerful auras swept through the entire palace.

Fortunately, the layout of this palace has imposed restrictions, otherwise, I am afraid that the entire palace will be collapsed.

"Go, old bastard, this is your first shot, don't let me down!"

Wu Yun stood in the center of this storm-like aura bombardment.

Glancing around.

If it is not nervous, I am afraid it is impossible.

Although the God of Fortune promised to help him.

But if this old bastard is unreliable, then I am afraid that in this case, he has no escape and will die.

"You're afraid of a ball, just with these wastes, do you think this old man can't stop him?"

Obviously, the god of creation clock sensed the fluctuations in Wu Yun's heart.

grumbled angrily.

Then, without waiting for Wu Yun to answer.

In an instant, Wu Yun felt a majestic and terrifying aura violently rolling over in his body.

Before he could react, an illusory figure with only half of his body suddenly appeared in front of him.

This man was gray-haired and old. Although he was only half of his body, he was extremely majestic.

There is no doubt that this majestic illusory figure is the incarnation of the God Clock of Fortune.

This is the second time Wu Yun has seen the God of Fortune appear in human form.

However, when he saw the illusory figure of the God of Fortune Clock.

The 200 or so cultivators in the Dao Enlightenment Realm swarmed around, all of them froze.

Although they didn't know why such an illusory figure suddenly appeared in front of Wu Yun.

But they can clearly feel it.

Although this illusory figure is only half-length, the breath emanating from his body at this moment is enough to suffocate them.

Even at this moment, they felt that the blood flowing in the body was a sign that it was about to coagulate.

"What a terrible breath, what is this existence?"

Someone couldn't help but ask such a terrified question.

However, there is not only one person who has this question.

but each of them.

At this moment, their figures were forcibly stopped in mid-air.

Not only that, most people already have the idea of ​​​​escaping.

Even some timid people are already kneeling on the ground.

Begging for mercy: "Senior, spare your life, spare your life!"

"You know who I am, so beg for mercy?"

Facing these guys begging for mercy, the God of Fortune is full of disdain, which is too shameless.

I was just shouting and killing, so I'm kneeling down and begging for mercy?

"Senior, we don't know who you are, but no matter what, please spare our lives!"

I have to say, this is really shameless.

Even Wu Yun showed a look of contempt.

However, at this moment, Wu Yun's view of the God of Fortune was greatly changed.

Secret thought: I didn't expect that this old bastard always said that he can't do it, but he was so powerful.

This kind of breath gave him a feeling that even Daoist Ziyun couldn't match.

If you can say that you can compare with the God of Fortune Clock at the moment.

As far as Wu Yun knows, he has seen only two so far.

The first one is the deity of Wushen in Hunyuan Jindan.

The second is the opponent of the god of war, Bai Yuji.

Thinking of Bai Yuji, Wu Yun suddenly thought of that guy from Ziling Road.

Since that short-lived appearance, it has suddenly disappeared, and I don't know where it went.

But presumably, with the relationship between Bai Yuji and Martial God's enemy, this Zi Linglu probably won't give up on him, and will definitely wait for him somewhere.

"Spare you? Impossible, don't think about it!"

While Wu Yun was contemplating, he was directly interrupted by the sound of the divine bell.

At this moment, the voice of the God of Fortune is very dull, but everyone can feel the terrifying meaning contained in his words.

At this moment, Wu Yun glanced up and saw that among the group of Taoist cultivators, many people were so scared that their faces were bloodless, and some even had their pants wet.

It's really shameful for a dignified practitioner of the Dao Realm to get to this point.

It's a pity that they offended the wrong person.

All of a sudden, I saw the illusory right arm of the God of Fortune Clock suddenly lifted.

Immediately, a wave of air surged.

This seems to be an understatement, but in fact it hides endless murderous intentions.

Wu Yun, who was standing beside the God of Fortune Bell, felt the most sympathy for this.

He even had a feeling that at this moment, not to mention this group of cultivators in the realm of enlightenment.

Even if Daoist Ziyun was swept away by this air wave, he might not be able to fight back.

as predicted.

Under the sweep of this air wave, the two hundred or so cultivators of the Dao Enlightenment Realm did not even have time to let out a scream.

All were cut off in the middle.

Not a single complete body was present.

Without exception, everyone has become two parts.

"I'll go, old bastard, awesome."

At this scene, Wu Yun's eyes straightened and he shouted loudly.

At the same time, he was secretly envious in his heart, wondering when he would be able to possess such domineering power.

When that time comes, maybe he will be qualified to meet Luo Yao.

"Stinky boy!"

While Wu Yun was looking forward to it, the God of Fortune glared back at Wu Yun and cursed in a low voice.

Then disappeared without warning.

When they said goodbye, he turned into that ancient bell again, suspended in Wu Yun's dantian.

"Let's go, the trouble has been solved for you, the old rules, I will take you to sweep the second floor, one person and one half!"

Soon, his voice came from the sea of ​​consciousness again.

"OK!"

Wu Yun was stunned for a while, then nodded.

It has to be said that the strength of the God of Fortune and the tone of his speech like an old urchin really don't match.

"Wait, I'll do something first!"

Before leaving, Wu Yun looked at the two hundred or so corpses scattered all over the place.

Thoughtfully, he smiled strangely and said.

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