The Monk

Chapter 54 Sky Thunder Sword

Among the three, Qian Sha is the most dangerous. He has been extremely conceited throughout his life. All he has learned and used are extremely violent offensive spells. Surrounded by naked women, he has no choice but to flee in all directions. When Zhen Tian saw it, he jumped to Qian Sha's side and protected it with an electric grid. Relying on the power of thunder and lightning, the naked woman stopped pursuing him for a moment. Zhentian protected Qiansha, Qiansha activated the silver fire at the tip of the gun, and the huge fireball shot at Ouyang Dingtian again.

Ouyang Dingtian still played the jade flute leisurely, controlling the naked woman to attack the three of them. Seeing countless silver-colored fireballs hitting him, Ouyang Dingtian stood sideways, jumped with his fingers, and blew out several sound waves. As soon as the sound waves came out of the jade flute, they exploded into thousands in an instant. Hundreds of small light balls collided with the Yingang Fire Ball, and only the crackling sound was heard. The Yingang Fire Ball and the light ball were extinguished at the same time.

Under the protection of thunder and lightning, Taoist Zhentian silently recited the thunder-inducing spell. After the Thousand Kills Silver Gang fireball attack, the spell was completed. The sky-thunder sword above his head became countless times larger, reaching the barrier, and the beating electric wires on the sword began to gather together. , forming a thunder and lightning as thick as a fist, and then the thunder and lightning soared into the sky, easily penetrated the barrier, flew high into the sky, and disappeared in an instant.

Both the disciples of the good and the evil were watching, and in their astonishment, the clear sky turned white, and suddenly there was a faint sound of thunder. As the sound got louder and louder, the clear sky turned into overcast clouds.

Zhang was afraid that when he saw it, he cried secretly that he was unlucky, and he didn't care about anything else. He immediately fell down and sat cross-legged. He was very familiar with this scene. He had just been baptized by thunder and lightning not long ago. He could forget who he was, but he didn't dare to forget this. Close your eyes and concentrate, immersing your whole body and mind in the meditation technique. Vacuum watched from the side, sighing secretly, and moved his toes slightly, touching the outside of Zhang Bao's legs, sending powerful spiritual consciousness into Zhang Bao's body to protect his fragile soul.

The monks from other sects were very surprised. Some of them practiced in the battlefield killing formation? They didn't know that Zhang Zhi was defenseless at this time, and a child with a sharp knife could easily kill him.

The sky became hazy, and the clouds completely covered the yellow land. Many lightning bolts flashed through the clouds, and then the power of God was displayed. Huge thunder resounded through the sky, and thunder and lightning as thick as a water tank struck the lower realm. Just hearing the thunder, Zhang Wen knew that the ordeal he suffered last time was too childish, and Master Zhentian didn't put in any effort at all.

The thunder roared, as if it was going to blow up the whole world. Apart from the thunder, there was no other sound in the world. Ouyang Dingtian's flute music was unable to continue at this moment. The thunder had just sounded, and the lightning had already fallen, easily breaking the barrier and emitting thousands of rays of light, passing through the barrier and covering the naked woman. Those naked women who could not be attacked at all turned into nothing in an instant under the power of God.

Ouyang Dingtian saw the opportunity early, and the thunder had just started. He moved while playing the flute. When the thunder and lightning fell, the person had escaped far away and was not injured at all. The poor Zhenru leader had just taken a breath after enduring the endless pressure from the naked woman, and was hit by several more thunder and lightning strikes. Fortunately, Ni Tian Baojian's magic was powerful, and the thunder and lightning were not directed at him, so he survived with difficulty.

In the distance, Ouyang Dingtian's expression kept changing. No matter how powerful his personal magic power was, he could not withstand the power of the wrath of heaven and earth. Thick clouds are floating in the sky, and the electric wires around the Sky Thunder Sword in the sky are shining continuously. If he uses his own cultivation to kill Zhen Tian Dao with all his strength, he is very likely to succeed, but there are two high-level monks beside him, especially Ni Tian Baojian, who can fight To this day, I still don’t know what other powerful tricks the magic weapon has. If it gets mixed up with the two of them and gets hit by lightning, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Zhentian drew the thunder and lightning, consuming a huge amount of mana. He took out a Qi-Building Pill and threw it into his mouth. His inner breath kept running, which could make up for the mana he had just consumed. Ouyang stood motionless in the distance, and he didn't dare to move. He didn't know what the big pervert was thinking. Zhenru also gathered here. He knew that it was impossible for him or any one of the three of them to contend with Ouyang Dingtian alone. At the moment, he had to resist together to save his life.

The four people on the battlefield were each thinking their own thoughts, thunder continued in the sky, and lightning flashed in the clouds. Zhang Awei sat on the ground and trembled. The vacuum sent his spiritual consciousness into his body, and then he realized how scared Zhang Awei was. Fear should be just a feeling and an illusion. He could not have imagined that this fear in Zhang Awei's body would condense into an aura. With the thunder and lightning, this aura of fear would grow stronger and flee in all directions. If Zhang Awei hadn't cultivated immortality, the spiritual energy in his body could suppress it. This breath is likely to escape from the body. Vacuum used his spiritual consciousness to entangle the aura, and tried his best to calm down Zhang Wei's timidity, making him calm down. He no longer fell down, twitched, or even foamed at the mouth like usual.

Ouyang Dingtian turned around to look at the Demon Dao people, and happened to see Guizong and others asking for help that had nothing to do with him. Except for the one who had the unlucky fate to die in the hands of Zhang Ai, all of their disciples in the Dan-formation stage were still alive, and they only lost some foundation-building disciples. On the other hand, nearly half of his disciples were killed or injured, including not only the junior Dan-forming monks, but also the high-level man in black whom he relied on most. The more I think about it, the more painful it becomes. I curse these bastards in my heart for playing dirty tricks on the battlefield. I will slowly take care of you.

It's just that the pain of losing a son is still hard to get over, and I also blame my son a little bit. Grandma, it's inappropriate for a good saint to do good deeds, and his life will be ruined. All kinds of thoughts kept flashing in my mind, and I couldn't fight hard. If I offended the Yuanying old monster, I had to decide whether I could survive. Besides, I had uprooted the Wushuang Sect, which could be regarded as avenging my son. As for the Wushuang Sect The remaining disciples hum. Having made up his mind, he made a sudden move with his right hand and made two gestures in succession. When the Hehuanmen monks behind him saw him, they all showed their magical powers and ran southward.

The remaining Guizong and others cursed when they saw this. Old man Ouyang was unlucky and didn't even say a word about the retreat. Fortunately, we didn't lose much, otherwise we would have died if we had people acting as gunmen. As they glanced at each other, someone said loudly: "Master Ouyang, our holy sect's righteous actions have been fully completed. If we continue to fight, it will only increase the damage and be of no benefit to the holy sect. I have to go back to the sect to report to the sect leader Ouyang. Such a prestigious feat, please allow me to leave."

His words and actions were respectful. Ouyang nodded his head and said: "The Northern Expedition of the Holy Sect depends entirely on the help of all the saints. Ouyang doesn't want to thank you much. Please go back and say hello to the master of your sect for me."

When the other sects saw this, they all left one after another, so the demonic alliance disintegrated in an instant, and a group of people went back to their respective families. Only Ouyang Dingtian was left standing proudly among the others, and no one of the hundreds of monks from the righteous path dared to move.

Ouyang Dingtian kept looking at Qian Sha, Zhen Ru, and Zhen Tian. Qian Sha was okay, but his attack was more fierce, but the other two really made him frown. They were one level worse than him, and they could fight like this. He said loudly: "No wonder the thousand-year reputation has not failed. Tianlei Mountain really has some tricks. Ouyang has learned it." After speaking, he fell to the ground and walked south slowly.

Nearly a thousand righteous monks just watched him leave, and they could only watch him leave. How courageous it was to stand alone against thousands of heroes. It wasn't until his figure completely disappeared that the monks felt the pressure was lessened and began to count the losses of each sect. It was extremely laborious for Zhen Tian to draw the thunder in the air without firing it. When he saw Ouyang Dingtian leaving, he hurriedly directed the thunder and lightning to hit the open space, and then the rest of his power fell. Zhang was afraid that he would be frightened for nothing, so he recovered after a long time, stood up and stood aside.

In general, both sides suffered similar losses in this battle, except that the demonic path lost a high-level monk in the alchemy stage. Just because of him, the righteous path became a great victory. After returning to the station, Wushuang sect thanked each other, and all the sects thanked each other. For a time, my ears were filled with words of praise. A large banquet was held at Wushuangmen to thank fellow Taoists for their rescue, but Zhang was afraid that as a member of the main battle team, he would have to sit still and listen. After finally staying up until the end of the day, he hurriedly ran back to the tent. He just wanted to sleep.