Of course, these speculations and deductions will not help defeating and suppressing this weird poison king.

The only way to kill it is to have unrivaled power.

In fact, it was not just Yan Libing who was in a state of despair at this time, but even the horse-faced ghost who was still fighting with the poison claws. At this time, he was distracted and found that the poison king's true body was also cold.

He thought he had already restrained most of the power of the Poison King hidden in the dark, and his true body power should be extremely weak and could be dealt with and delayed by the Lei family.

However, reality gave him a heavy blow and the power difference between him and the Poison King was too huge.

Perhaps everyone is at the level of the master level, but his power index may be only a dozen, while the poison king is ninety-nine.

Just a little short, you can break through the Grandmaster, and just a little short short, you can reach another level.

But even if it is only a little bit different, the gap in force between the two has widened to an extremely terrifying level.

Even though he is carrying the inheritance of Yinshan Mountain, he is also a very talented person, and he cannot see where the hope of surviving is.

Perhaps, only by collecting the power of the cowhead god, the horse-faced ghost, and even the three-person power can we fight with this weird poison king.

At the moment, I can only hope that the boy from Yujing City can kill the poison king with a good trump card.

Yan Libing was very nervous at this time. Facing the three-headed and six-armed poisonous king, he didn't dare to breathe for a moment, just because the other party's pressure was overwhelming, and all the center of gravity fell on the bright red and bloody dry soul that he held.

“Wow!”

There were three more crying sounds like babies. Yan Libing was shocked and dared not hold back any more. His hands were like orchids, and he swung slightly on his chest and spread a dizzy yellow cloth, half a foot wide, one foot long, the outside was like silk, and the inside was like cotton wool.

There are also ink-colored handwriting spread squarely on the cloth. Although it is only the size of a nail, each word blooms with milky white light. Every word is bright and connected into a milky white light curtain, blocking Yan Libing.

In the void, there is a huge, upright and more shocking sound of reciting than the thunder in the storm, "The dead are like this, and they will never stop day and night!"

Nine words, only nine words, seem to be shouting from another time and space, by a great man.

Under the sound of reciting, the Great Confucian handwriting turned into a surging river, flowing along the beginningless place to the end.

In the poison cave space, it is dim and gloomy, as if the sun is never seen. The sky of hope is torn apart by golden lights. Countless fine lights shattered onto the earth, shooting and killing countless dark poisonous insects, and melting, dissolving and annihilation of the endless evil and poisonous evil power!

Such a huge momentum is actually just a trivial aftertaste. Most of its righteousness and infinite power fall on the strange poison king.

But when the poison king opened his three heads and six eyes, they all opened. The six rays of light gathered together and evolved into a dark green sky, like a blue sky and blue sea, floating in front of him, facing the devastating power of the Great Confucian handwritten, burst out with aftermath that shocked the world and wept ghosts and gods.

In an instant, the world was dark, and it was invisible, and it was gone, and it disappeared without a trace. When people were in it, they lost the so-called power of the five senses, leaving only an initial consciousness and thoughts, which remained.

Above the sky, the horse-faced ghost was caught off guard and was directly swept by this majestic and unrestrained after wave of shock. His body fell several miles away, turning into a brilliant meteor and falling from the sky.

The poisonous claws also turned into powder under the aftermath, and even the so-called thousands of poisonous insect corpses were not left behind.

Meng Zhao quietly used his magical power and turned into a black hole, swallowing all the tangible and invisible power around him without any sharpness, attracting the attention of Yan Libing and the strange poison king.

The whole person seems to have disappeared from this space.

He is feeling.

The handwritten handwritten by the great scholars of the Middle Ages was indeed the power of the great master. Its power of the divine essence was compressed and the Confucianism and Taoism was pure and vast. In the handwritten handwritten, every word was as bright as the sun, and the light was unparalleled, sweeping all evil and crooked things.

It is true that righteousness lasts forever, and all evil will be repelled!

Meng Zhao is well aware of the three masters of Buddhism, Taoism and demons. He is able to control the body of the Emperor Dragon Ziwei, and is very skillful and natural.

I have always been superficial about Confucian martial arts.

Because in essence, the emperor's Taoism and Confucian Taoism are hedges and contradictory.

It is not that the two are incompatible with water and fire, but on the contrary, the two complement each other.

However, it is a great embarrassment to gather on one person.

Just as since ancient times, the power of the monarch and the power of the minister have been checked and balanced with each other, and the other has decreased, which is the same truth.

But it is undeniable that this Confucian and Taoist practice is indeed very magical and mysterious.

In fact, it is somewhat similar to Zhaoruling's martial arts practice, focusing on Tao, rather than martial arts.

Confucianism, Taoism, Confucianism and Taoism practice the great way of Confucianism, and to practice the great way, the so-called martial arts and realm are just the scenery along the way on the way to reach the great way.

For example, Confucian and Taoist monks often have a presence that does not fly for three years, soars into the sky, and does not sing for three years, and makes a splash.

They often do not pay attention to the practice of martial arts, but work hard on Confucianism, or practice their own ideas and practice.

Once you have sufficient foundation and perfect yourself, you can soar to the sky at any time.

For example, some great scholars may be masters or masters in terms of realm, but their combat power is extremely weak, and they may not be as good as some powerful people who have truly experienced fighting in death.

However, this is just that they have never majored in fighting methods. If they want, they can of course have strong fighting abilities.

But in this way, there is a suspicion of putting the cart before the horse and turning the main and the second.

Therefore, since ancient times, there has been a so-called saying that literati are weak.

It’s not that they are really weak, but that they do not blindly pursue powerful force in terms of philosophy.

But if you really want to explore, learn, and the power of Confucian fighting will definitely surprise people.

For example, the handwritten handwritten book of the medieval great scholar held in Yan Libing’s hand.

It is a body of righteousness, combined with the laws of heaven and earth, and is derived.

One word means one Tao, and one Tao unexpectedly has a method that is comparable to the level of a great master.

The only regret is that this great scholar's handwritten handwritten is only handwritten, not the true body of a great scholar.

Moreover, the power of this handwritten book is limited, not endless, you can squander it at will.

This also led to Yan Libing's method being a first-rate and domineering person.

However, I wanted to directly annihilate the strange poison king who was born from the will of a super strong man and was flesh and blood.
Chapter completed!