Thunder Martial

This change was so fast that everyone nearby was taken aback.

That inconspicuous old man Ge only used a talisman to destroy the ancient jade of refining demons first, and then made Zichen's life and death unknown.

Old Man Ge, who had a weak breath, laughed: "It seems that the effect of this hole card is really good. Now that Zi Chen is dead, what else can you say?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, because it was impossible to determine whether Zichen was alive or dead.

That attack was indeed terrifying, it wiped out Zi Chen's aura.

hum!

A fierce saber intent suddenly appeared from the ground and rose into the night.

Old man Ge's expression changed, and he quickly disappeared from the spot.

In the deep pit, a pair of bloody hands appeared, and Zi Chen, covered in blood, crawled out of it.

The previous sword light was formed by the gathering of forces, and it was not a real sword light.

Standing up, Zi Chen was on the verge of falling. It has to be said that Old Man Ge caught him by surprise, and his injuries were serious. If it wasn't for his physique, which is far beyond comparison, he might not be able to hold on.

Mobilizing the rules of heaven and earth, Zi Chen is ready to heal his wounds. After all, this is his world, and he is the master here.

This identity is several orders higher than that of the otherworldly protector.

It's just that Zichen soon discovered that there seemed to be a layer of separation between himself and the rules, making it impossible for him to use the rules to heal his wounds.

His face changed, which is troublesome.

Old man Ge stabilized his body, looked at Zichen's current state, and said dissatisfiedly: "Did you see it? Did you see it all? It's a great opportunity, and it was ruined by you guys."

He was very annoyed, because that talisman card could attack Zichen twice in a row, once the two attacks fell, not to mention that Zichen was just a mere saint, even a demon might be killed by the talisman.

But right now, Zichen is only injured, and there is still a long way to go before death.

"This time, we, the Demon Race, owe you a favor!" Mo Lun said in a deep voice, "If you have anything to do in the future, just ask, as long as it can be done, we will never refuse!"

Old man Ge's expression gradually improved,

Said: "It's not all fruitless this time, at least he can't recover now, and with a seriously injured body, he shouldn't last long."

Because the rest of the power of the talisman remained on Zi Chen's body, which prevented him from recovering. In this way, Zi Chen would no longer have endless combat power, and it was much easier to deal with than before.

Zi Chen stretched out his hand, the Liu Duan Dao trembled slightly, and flew back into his hand.

After trying again to recover to no avail, Zi Chen knew that it was time to desperately.

So, you can only rely on yourself.

The light flowed from his body, and three different forces were urged to the extreme by him, and he rushed towards Old Man Ge.

Old man Ge backed away quickly, and a sword shrouded in divine light stood in front of him.

Zi Chen drew his sword.

When swords meet, infinite light blooms.

After three blows in a row, Excalibur collapsed.

Old man Ge had already retreated far away, and he obviously didn't want to change lives with Zi Chen at this time.

At the same time, he was also a little annoyed. If he had that knife, how could he retreat in front of so many people?

Just as he was retreating, other people rushed up, and the leader was actually those saints who had the inheritance of the demon god but did not die.

The courage of these people is not small.

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Under the constant impact and the absolute superiority in numbers, those cities that stood firm were still lost after all.

The large formation in the city shattered suddenly, lost the formation, and the power of the City of Good and Evil was greatly reduced.

The monk stood up. For him, the previous big formation was actually suppressed. Now that the formation is broken, it's time for him to take action.

He reached out and grabbed the black sickle towards his back.

Surrounded by Buddha light, the monk moved forward with a black sickle in his hand.

Swinging his hands forward, an attack from the Holy One was wiped out by the monk.

The monk stomped his feet, and a terrifying wave spread out. With him as the center, there was no god or demon standing within a radius of a thousand feet.

"When you came to the top of the Buddha's mountain, you didn't even pay homage. You really disappointed the Buddha."

The monk looked at the holy god of the gods thousands of feet away, and said dissatisfiedly: "In your eyes, is there still a Buddha?"

The monk slashed across the air, with a distance of more than a thousand feet, and a beam of practiced sword light fell on the body of the god clan saint.

The next moment, the God Race Holy Master fell to the ground and died.

Seeing this, the faces of the other saints changed drastically. They never expected that this unknown monk would have such terrifying combat power after losing the formation.

He is not Zi Chen, how can he instantly kill the same level?

It seemed that he had guessed their thoughts through their expressions, and the shocked monk couldn't help showing anger on his face, "What do you mean by this look, do you think Buddha is not as good as Zichen?"

hum!

Immediately behind the monk, two big Buddhas appeared, one was shining with golden light, holy and compassionate, and the other was billowing with black energy, like a god descending.

The monk's aura was already frightening, but after the appearance of these two figures, his aura climbed to a peak.

He cut horizontally with the sickle in his hand, and a real ray of light was drawn between the sky and the earth. The ray extended and the space was cut.

In the cut space, there are still many gods and demons, and there is an extra thread on their bodies.

This line extends to dozens of miles away, from the Holy Spirit to the Holy One, no one is alive.

The battle in this city was instantly quiet, and everyone looked at the monk.

Including the Spirit Race.

For many people living in this city, they only know that there is a deputy city lord, but they have never seen the city lord.

Today, it was the first time I saw this good and evil city lord, but I didn't expect that the opponent's combat power was so strong.

There is a posture of being invincible and gods and demons.

He obviously looked like a merciful monk, but no one survived wherever he went.

The five senior brothers who came with the monk kept chanting the Buddha's name with the compassion of the world, but they didn't leave any room for their actions.

Because they know very well that gods and demons are alien races, and driving away these alien races is the greatest mercy.

A tall phantom came from a distance, and while he was walking, he directly crushed several ancient tree giants.

The demon sage's eyes were red, staring at the monk, "The thief is bald, die!"

The monk raised his sickle and slashed again, the world buzzed and trembled, and then the entire Tianwu world seemed to be divided into two, with a huge crack extending out.

At the end of the crack, the huge specter fell to the ground.

"Brave but not resourceful, is he worthy of a fight with the Buddha?"

The monk smiled sarcastically, and the two shadows behind him dimmed slightly.

Fighting is exhausting, let alone this kind of fighting, once it is exhausted, it will be difficult to replenish it in time.

But the monk didn't care at all, holding the spider-leg sickle in his hand, he slashed around as if entering a land of no one.

As for the ancient saints of gods and demons, they wanted to stop the monks, but unfortunately they all had their own opponents.

In the world of Tianwu, the number of saints is not too many, but there are quite a few ancient saints.

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