Thunder Martial

Worry-free smiled, very happy.

The monk also smiled, very proudly.

At this moment, the eyes of the two seem to be the same.

They looked at each other like idiots.

Wuyou said: "It seems that you are very confident?"

The monk said: "Confidence is naturally there, so the Buddha wants you to remember that your death is because of your Buddha."

Three beams of light came from a distance and landed in front of the monk.

Sheng Yuan glanced around, found something unusual, and said in a voiceless voice: "No, something happened here."

The monk was a little puzzled.

Sheng Yuan said: "Brother guarding here, the aura has disappeared."

The monk's face changed, it was a nine-star holy spirit, not to mention how powerful the combat power was, but there were many ways to save his life.

It can be said that the Buddhists who came here can be seriously injured, but it is impossible to kill them.

But now, the breath of the nine-star holy spirit has disappeared, and a demon is standing on the top of the mountain. What does this mean?

There was a bad feeling in the monk's heart.

"Look, you can't laugh now, can you?"

Wuyou pointed at himself and said, "And I am still so happy."

"I thought it was strange before, but I didn't know the reason, but now I know, our people have not met a single one along the way."

The monk's face changed several times, "Could it be that they were killed too?"

Wuyou snapped his fingers at the monk, "That's right! All the people nearby should be dead, so I found some bait from a distance. But this time, I am most satisfied."

Worry-free eyes moved over the three of Zichen, and the more he watched, the more satisfied he was, "Mo Luneng, you have done a great job."

Mo Luneng, who led the monk all the way, was very excited.

Wuyou waved his hand, and Mo Luneng immediately stepped back,

He stayed aside and prepared to collect the bodies of the four.

Zi Chen's sight fell on the Wuyou Mountain below, and with his soul perception, he found some abnormalities.

"Are the three of you going up together? Or are you going up together?"

Wuyou said with a smile, but his eyes lingered on Qingyi and Shengyuan, while Zichen was ignored by him.

There is no need for him to look directly at a mere seven-star Holy Spirit.

Who would have thought that the woman who didn't look weak actually took the initiative to say: "This matter has nothing to do with me, I'm just here to visit and play."

She immediately took a step back and stood with the monk.

"Oh, it's interesting." A smile appeared on the corner of Wuyou's mouth, and then he looked at Shengyuan, "That's you."

Shengyuan clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, the poor monk is just a guide this time."

Sheng Yuan also retreated.

This made Wuyou even more surprised, he had no choice but to look at Zi Chen who hadn't looked at him once, "What about you? Is the excuse of passing by or something else?"

Zi Chen took a step forward and said: "I am the one who wants your life."

Wuyou was slightly stunned: "Could it be that your brain is broken? You started talking nonsense?"

Zi Chen pointed down and said: "Those blood contains pure Buddha power. You must have killed a lot of Buddhas here, right? So, you are destined to be impossible to live."

"To be so arrogant is either a fool or an idiot!"

Wuyou said disdainfully, even so, he made a move ahead of time.

The demonic energy rolled, like a black mist that moved forward in an instant.

The three of Qingyi backed away and took the initiative to let the battlefield out.

Zi Chen was immediately shrouded in black mist.

The black mist was violently rolling, sometimes creating powerful aftermath.

"This is no ordinary magic energy, it's called a magic cloud worm."

Wuyou looked at Zichen who was already covered by black mist, and explained: "Once you are attached by the magic cloud worm, you will only die. That's how the Jiuxing died last time."

The three of Qingyi retreated again, showing no intention of helping.

The surging black mist gradually became quiet.

Wuyou looked at this scene, and became even more disdainful, "This is your strength? There are two five-stars in front of you who can still struggle for one or two, but you haven't even made a single wave. It seems that there is no relic in this place. The combat power will be greatly reduced in the end."

Suddenly the black mist began to shrink sharply and disappeared quickly.

"This is impossible!"

Wuyou's face couldn't help changing, and he could no longer maintain his previous calm, because he sensed that the life of the magic cloud worm was disappearing.

Zi Chen stepped forward and walked out of the black mist, only to see the black mist that had materialized falling towards the ground.

Seeing that all the magic cloud worms he had refined in meditation died, Wuyou's face became a little colder, "Do you know how precious those magic cloud worms are? How dare you kill them all?"

Zi Chen said lightly: "It's about this time, shouldn't your own life be the most worrying thing for you?"

The two rushed forward almost simultaneously.

"die!"

Wuyou punched out, countless magical power surged, and the whole world became dark.

Zi Chen also punched, and there was the sound of thunder.

When the fists of the two sides met, the whole world was silent, and then a powerful detonation came out, and countless air waves retreated with powerful force.

Wuyou's body was blown hundreds of feet away, and after he stabilized his body, his expression changed again.

And in the distance, Mo Luneng, who was waiting to collect the corpse, also had a look of shock on his face.

Last time, the nine-star holy spirit who secretly guarded this place never knocked the lord into the air, and he never thought that this person who only had seven-star realm would have such a means.

At this moment, Mo Luneng had some illusions in his heart. Does having hair make the spirit race stronger?

After all, their opponents have always been hairless.

The bursts of pain coming from the right arm made Wuyou not want to go forward to fight the opponent again. If the two sides made such a blow again, his arm might be shattered.

In the physical strength competition, he is obviously weak.

Wuyou has killed quite a few Seven Star Spirit Races, but this is the first one with such a powerful force.

The attack was not working, so he decided to attack from a distance.

Magic power surged around him, gradually turning into a kind of black flame.

He looked at Zi Chen, and said coldly: "This is the positive demon fire of the demon clan. Although it is still one level short of the highest level nine, it is enough to kill you as a seven star. Before dying, do you have any last words to leave?"

"Flames? I have them too."

In Zichen's palm, Lei Yanhuo appeared, and the meaning of simplicity began to permeate.

"I'll take it as your last words."

The magic flame on Wuyou twisted, left the body, turned into a huge palm, and went straight to Zichen.

Magic Flame Hand.

Not only is its power extraordinary, but its speed is also its strong point.

Almost in an instant, he arrived in front of Zi Chen, but just as he was about to grab Zi Chen, a palm made of Lei Yanhuo appeared out of thin air and collided with the palm of Demon Fire.

boom!

The two huge handprints collapsed at the same time, forming a powerful wave that flooded the surrounding area, including the nearby Zi Chen.

Wuyou snorted again, and then his pupils shrank.

I saw a straight ray of light suddenly rushing out of the turbulent energy, like a golden lightning, coming to Wuyou.

Wuyou's complexion changed drastically, and a light screen appeared in front of him.

The golden light is approaching, and it is indomitable.

snap!

The light screen instantly shattered.

The golden light disappeared.

Wuyou's body was suspended in the air, and a black spear pierced through his chest.

The turbulent energy dissipated, and the aftermath of layers of ripples swayed nearly a thousand feet before disappearing.

The world suddenly became quiet, and it was so quiet that people couldn't get used to it.

Mo Luneng covered his mouth, trying very hard not to let himself cry out.

The invincible lord in his eyes has already been shot through the chest by a seven-star spirit clan at this moment.

Behind, Shengyuan called out Amitabha.

It was the first time the monk saw Zi Chen fighting, although he was expected, he was still very surprised.

Qingyi's expression changed slightly, which seemed a little unexpected.

"Your speed is very fast, but unfortunately compared with me, it is still a bit slower."

A faint voice sounded.

is worry-free.

from the sky.

Before the spear, Wuyou's body turned into a piece of magic jade, which shattered with a bang.

Zi Chen looked up at the sky.

I saw a large net falling from the sky.

It is not silk threads that make up the big net, but countless blades, connected end to end.

Wuyou stood in the sky, looking down at Zichen, his eyes were very cold, as if looking at a dead person.

The space around Zichen was strongly squeezed, making him nowhere to escape.

It seems that the only thing waiting for him is to be caught.

Shengyuan was a little worried. As a powerful Buddhist, he didn't realize when Wuyou avoided him.

If the two confront each other, he has to admit that he is dead.

He was a little worried for Zichen.

At this moment, I saw Zi Chen put away his long spear and had a holy talisman pen in his hand.

One stroke.

A straight light bloomed from the tip of the pen, like the most beautiful light in the world, going up against the sky.

Where this ray of light passes, the space is divided into two.

Even the space can be chopped, this big black net is of course no problem.

The big net was separated from it, and the ray of light did not dissipate, but went straight to Wuyou.

Swish!

The light passed through Wuyou's body.

There was blood flying in the sky, but Wuyou's body was not seen.

"This guy is playing disappear?"

The monk murmured.

Zi Chen's gaze fell on the Wuyou Mountain below, "Since you intend to lead me over, then go and have a look."

Zi Chen's figure descended from the sky and landed towards Wuyou Mountain.

"Monk, that guy is in your hands."

It was Mo Luneng, who couldn't escape in time at this moment.

"Don't worry, it's just a four-star."

The monk laughed and rushed towards Mo Luneng, "Come here, let's see how Buddha kills you!"

Zichen landed on Wuyou Mountain, Qingyi and Shengyuan followed, no one cared about the monk anymore.

"Anomaly here?"

Seeing Zi Chen's eyes fixed on somewhere, Sheng Yuan asked.

The holy talisman pen in Zichen's hand moved forward a little, ripples surged out, and a passage appeared.

Sheng Yuan's expression changed, and at this moment, he finally understood the meaning of Lord Buddha.

Zi Chen put away the holy talisman pen, took out the spear and shield, and strode in.

He was full of vigilance, but he was not attacked during the period.

When Zichen came to the inside of the mountain, what caught his eyes was not the billowing devil energy, but pure Buddha power.

It seems to have come to a Buddhist temple somewhere.

ps: an update today.