The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Chapter 1288 The Eagle Catches the Chicken (46)

It can only be said that Miss Ajuan is worthy of being Miss Ajuan.

As a still developing God Realm King, he can tell the truth at a glance, which makes the monk deeply admired.

His eagle is indeed an eagle, but not the newer, more numerous and longer one.

And the Seven Great Masters headed by Zhou Zhentian are indeed as weak as chickens in the eyes of the monk.

The scariest thing for a cultivator is not knowing himself.

The monk has already made this mistake once, so naturally he will not make it again.

He is a man of understanding.

Know how to reflect.

I examine myself three times a day.

It is the monk.

But not everyone is self-aware and self-reflective.

"Monk! Give me a shot!"

On the opposite side, they lined up in a vertical row, the Seventh Daoist Venerable who poured all the spiritual energy into Zhou Zhentian's body.

They are congealing mana!

I saw six people draping the shoulders of the person in front of them, leaning forward slightly, aiming at the monk.

The monk instantly understood.

Using the form of "driving a train", these seven people turned into a very long cannon barrel!

Boom!

The next moment, Zhou Zhentian, the leader of the Zhou family, opened his mouth wide, and countless shells with dense psychic energy exploded from his mouth!

Well……

This novel trick surprised the monk.

He was not surprised because of how strong this trick was.

Instead, I feel that the Taoist priests in this God's Domain don't seem to be people with normal brain circuits... Why did they come up with such a weird trick!

But one thing to say, the lethality is still very strong!

The Seventh Great Daoist gathered the psionic energy to one point, which not only shared the pressure of psionic energy consumption, but also made the power more concentrated!

The leader, Elder Zhou Zhentian, was like a giant mouth in the abyss in the League of Legends. While leading the people behind him to move, he kept "spitting" at the monk.

The psychic cannon was first released from Elder Zhou Zhentian's mouth, and then his size increased instantly, growing to the size of a cannonball!

The shells passed by, the space was split, and countless cracks appeared.

The bombardment hit the four walls of the meeting hall, blasting out huge pits one after another.

Golden Lantern: "..."

The power is there, but the picture is so beautiful that the monk is a little afraid to look at it.

And the girl Ajuan next to her was completely dumbfounded from laughing, rolling on the floor with her stomach in her arms and laughing like a barbell.

The monk did not expect that the Daoist of the God Realm had degenerated to such a point.

Try to think of some inconspicuous and useless moves...

"Fancy."

The monk walked forward while dodging the shelling with ease.

The body-protecting Buddha light on his body lingered and lit up all over his body, shining against the crimson red moon cassock.

From the moment the Buddha's light came on, dodging was no longer important.

The monk received the cannon head-on, and those psychic cannons bombarded him, and were immediately dispersed by the body-protecting Buddha's light synchronously with the Buddha's light, disappearing like a mud cow into the sea.

"Monk! Don't underestimate me!" Zhou Zhentian still refused to admit defeat!

He increased the spray speed of the spiritual cannon in his mouth!

From five sprays per second at the beginning, to now sixty sprays per second!

Patriarch Zhou Zhentian felt that he had turned into a human fortress!

"Old Zhou! Can you stand it!"

The elders of the rest of the family are worried about Elder Zhou's condition.

The psionic cannon move of the seven-member group was thought up by the seven elders together.

The previous record of Elder Zhou Zhentian was only 40 sprays per second!

They were worried that Elder Zhou Zhentian's throat would not hold up!

This frequency is too fast, it is tantamount to stuffing a vibrator in the throat, and the next day will definitely make the voice hoarse and unable to speak.

"Don't give up! I can do it! This monk must be taught a lesson!"

At this time, Elder Zhou's eyes were already red.

He increased his frequency again! ——Seventy sprays per second!

The anger once again stimulated Elder Zhou's physical potential!

This kind of attack speed is really astonishing, and at the same time, under the extremely high rate of fire, the power of the spiritual cannon has also been improved to a certain extent!

However, even so, it is still impossible to break the body-protecting Buddha light lingering around the monk's body.

...

At this moment, Death Tiandao led Zhuo Yi and Sun Rong out of the Daoxuan Hall.

Because of the fierce battle inside, the entire Daoxuan Hall was destroyed, and there was no need to enter the hall to watch the battle...

"Is this... the battle of the God Realm practitioners?" Sun Rong was stunned.

She looked at the Seven Daoist Venerables lined up in front of her who were crazily spitting guns, and couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

"..."

Little did they know that Zhuo Yi and Death Tiandao on the other side were also dumbfounded.

This style of painting is wrong!

The agreed-upon God's Domain Cultivator War, the destructive power is indeed fierce, but why does it look so shaky!

"Senior Odd Zhuo, are they performing a human centipede?" The girl opened her small mouth in surprise, unable to hide the shock and panic in her expression.

This is really scary, it can't be described as blinding dog eyes!

"Senior Death Heaven, what's going on here?" Odd Zhuo also felt that something was wrong with the picture.

There is a feeling that they have clearly walked into a 4K theater, but they are watching a gun-version watermarked movie...

"Well, cultivators in God's Domain have unique combat thinking... This is something that cultivators on Earth won't understand, and it's normal if you don't understand."

Death Tiandao cleared his throat, and he was doing his best to explain the situation in front of him.

After all, God's Domain is also the birthplace of cultivation.

And Death Tiandao, as one of Tiandao's little golden men, naturally shoulders the mission of maintaining God's Domain and spreading cultivation culture...

"Senior Death Heavenly Dao, why are they lined up?" Sun Rong asked.

"Look at the graceful postures of the seven Taoist priests. They put their hands on the shoulders of the previous person, and they are as flexible as a swimming snake. This is combined with the body skills of "Youlong Going to the Sea". I am afraid it is from the lion dance. The inspiration you found. Cultivation is such a simple knowledge, you have to find inspiration from the details of life to make breakthroughs easier..." Death Tiandao replied.

"So that's it! The psionic energy ball spraying out of his mouth is..."

"This is the performance art of Dao Zun. They are using this form of magic to warn the world not to spit anywhere. This is to protect the environment and warn the world!"

"As expected of a senior...this can also be fulfilled..." Sun Rong couldn't help muttering.

"What did you say?"

"nothing……"

In the golden lotus of the Buddha, Sun Rong raised her hand again: "Then why was their team dispersed by Senior Golden Lantern?"

At the same time as the girl was speaking, in the nearly destroyed meeting hall of Daoxuan Hall, seven Daoist priests were slapped by the palm of the Tathagata God with a golden lantern and took off from the ground!

The seven Daoist priests instantly turned into black spots like ants and were thrown into the sky.

Then, bang bang bang bang bang bang...

One by one they fell to the ground...

One Daoist and one pit.

Just smashed seven people's pits.

Death Tiandao wiped off his sweat: "This is Daoist paying tribute to the famous poet Bai Juyi. There is a saying that big beads and small beads fall on a jade plate... The ground of the Daoxuan Hall is like a jade plate. This is also the name of the Taoist priests." Performance Art……"

Hearing this, the girl was silent for a while.

Then she still asked the last question: "But...why did the seven elders vomit blood?"

"..."

The way of death will help the forehead.

He can't make it up!

Fuck! (a plant)