Thousands of thunderclouds rose from the ground, and this was a world of lightning. Purple and blue lightning surged down, and the thunder was like a tide, shattering everything in the sea. It was so blazing that the sky and the earth were covered in purple.
"boom!"
The thunder shook people's eardrums, and the vast and boundless power was like the Milky Way pouring down from the nine heavens, and it seemed like millions of stars were crashing down.
The terrifying thunder sea drowned all the Ziwei Palace disciples headed by the old monk. Many Ziwei Palace disciples whose cultivation level was not yet at the level of the sub-sage all held their heads and writhed violently on the ground, looking extremely miserable.
"Boom!"
I don’t know how long it took, but when the thunder and lightning stopped and the clouds of calamity dissipated, the bottom of the Sea of Death also changed its appearance again.
The sand and rocks on the seabed were like blackened coke, exuding a strong smell of gunpowder smoke. The pitch-black Sea of Death was evaporated by lightning and the water level dropped by a full ten points. The mountains and ferocious beasts on the seafloor were also affected.
After a disaster, the mountains were completely destroyed and the ferocious beasts were slaughtered.
Of course, the most unlucky ones are the disciples of Ziwei Palace. The disciples whose cultivation is above the sub-sage realm can be said to have not suffered any damage due to their advanced cultivation and powerful spirit treasures. But those whose cultivation is only
The monks who reached the quasi-sage realm suffered a great disaster. Not only were their spiritual treasures destroyed, but their lives could not be saved.
In this way, out of the original tens of thousands of disciples, after a thunderstorm, only half of them were left.
Li Qingming looked at the disciples of Ziwei Palace who had survived the disaster, stared closely at the old monk in white linen robes who led them, and said: "Jiang Shang, Jiang Ziya?"
After most of his disciples were wiped out, Jiang Ziya was naturally not in a good mood, but he brought this on himself. Who told him to meet this pervert Li Qingming?
Jiang Ziya had a dark face, long eyebrows twitching, staring at Li Qingming's unfamiliar face and said: "Yes, Pindao is Jiang Shang!"
Li Qingming glanced at Jiang Shang. Feeling the faint ray of Shinto spiritual flame in his body, he raised a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth and said: "Everyone in the world knows how Jiang Ziya respects teachers and Taoism. In my opinion,
It’s all a joke! When the catastrophe comes, just for your own selfishness, why don’t you abandon your disciples and escape from the Pangu world alone!”
Jiang Ziya's old face changed and he said: "What is the Pangu Great Thousand Realm? I don't understand!"
"Don't understand?" Li Qingming laughed, and smoothly sucked Jiang Jili from the hands of the dragon-bearded tiger, threw it on the ground, and said: "Your son is in our hands. Do you think your life is important, or should you tell us your origins?"
More important?"
"Father, save me..." With a bruised and swollen head, Jiang Jili cried excitedly as soon as he saw Jiang Ziya. The two hoarse sobs even affected the wounds on his face, making him
The face whose expression was unclear became even more distorted.
"Li'er..." When he first saw the group of figures thrown on the ground, Jiang Ziya thought that the other party was about to release some monster. Little did he know that it was his son Jiang Jili.
Seeing the disgraceful face, Jiang Ziya was anxious and angry. He glared at Li Qingming angrily and said, "No matter who you are! Let Li'er go immediately, so that this poor Taoist can still have a remnant of your soul to be reincarnated. Otherwise,
, I will definitely pull out your soul and banish it to the land of Nine Netherworlds to be burned for billions of years, so that you will never be reincarnated!"
"Hahaha..." Li Qingming laughed out loud after hearing this. It seemed as if he had heard something interesting.
Jiang Ziya was so angry at Li Qingming's laughter that he yelled loudly: "What are you laughing at? I'd like to say it for the last time, let Li'er go quickly, otherwise..."
"Otherwise what?" Li Qingming sneered and interrupted Jiang Ziya, saying: "What kind of virtue do you Jiang Ziya have that you think I don't know? When you became a god, you were only in the realm of an immortal. The reason why you succeeded in becoming a god is that You are just relying on Yang Jian, Guang Chengzi and other second and third generation disciples of the Chan sect! Just talking about yourself, you are nothing!"
"What! Who are you, who are you?" Jiang Ziya finally couldn't calm down at this moment. He stared at Li Qingming with a horrified face, and his face was completely confused.
"It doesn't matter who I am, and there is no need to tell you." Li Qingming took a few steps forward, grabbed the neck of Jiang Jili, who was wailing and crying for help in front, and threw him back.
"Damn junior!" Seeing his son being humiliated, Jiang Ziya was furious. He suddenly stretched out a big withered hand and grabbed Li Qingming's Tianling Cap as fast as lightning.
"Qiang!"
Li Qingming drew a finger in the air, and the finger intersected with his big hand, making a fierce sound of gold and iron, and a splash of golden sparks.
"You...who are you?" Jiang Ziya was shocked. He didn't expect that the young monk in front of him turned out to be such a powerful person with great cultivation. The palm he threw out at random was powerful. Bia Sheng's peak attack was broken like this?
Li Qingming retracted his finger, shook his head and said: "Trash is trash! Two eras have passed, and you have only reached the middle stage of sainthood! Alas, rotten wood cannot be carved!"
"Presumptuous!" Before Jiang Ziya could say anything, Apollo, the sun god who was following him, walked out from behind him and yelled loudly: "My master is so cultivated that he can reach the sky. How can you, a mere sub-sage, be able to do that?" Those who make unreasonable comments should suffer death!"
With that said, Apollo flew up. He didn't know whether he was overestimating his capabilities or simply not paying attention to Li Qingming. He actually imitated Jiang Ziya and reached out a big hand towards the distant place. Li Qingming arrested him.
This sun god Apollo, under Jiang Ziya's careful teaching, has reached the level of a half-step saint, which is comparable to Li Qingming's Taoism before his soul entered the body. Therefore, if his blow is accurate, it can cover several square meters. All the sand and rocks on the seabed for hundreds of miles were turned into scorched earth.
"If you want to fight Brother Li, wait until you pass my level first!" Barbarian Bull suddenly flashed under his giant palm. He made no other movements and directly rotated the mace, and the rich power of the law of force surrounded it. On the palm, with a strong thrust, the huge mace pushed up the huge palm, and the golden avenue runes shot up like sharp knives.
The blade was sharp, and the dark sea area was instantly divided into streams of water. They were like water dragons, entwining towards Apollo's palm, surging incomparably.
The sound of the water flow was so powerful that it stirred the entire Sea of Death. Without the protection of the formation, the water prison swayed left and right a few times, and finally collapsed, stirring up a filthy air wave.
Apollo was startled. The right hand he reached down was instantly pierced, a large amount of dazzling blood spattered everywhere, and the bones pierced with heartbreaking pain.
But he was a half-step saint after all, and the divine power in his body suddenly began to circulate, and the injuries on his right palm stopped immediately.
He moved hundreds of feet away like lightning, avoiding the impact of the cold current on the seabed in an instant. Sen Han said incomparably: "You, a mere inferior saint, actually hurt me with the power of the spiritual treasure. This is indeed worthy of praise! However,
If you don't have the corresponding strength and want to rely on the power of the Lingbao to stop me, you will be asking for death! When I kill you, I will kill your reckless Brother Li!"
"Didn't anyone tell you that you talk a lot of nonsense? Give your grandpa a stick!" Barbarian Bull smiled coldly, leaving an afterimage on the spot, appearing above Apollo's head like lightning.
The sea area was smashed with one stick.
Waves of golden light overflowed from the mace, and its power was astonishing. The power of its nine-turn golden body alone could shatter the stars!
Apollo didn't notice for a moment, and only reacted when the stick reached above his head. In a hurry, he just transferred some of his divine power to his arms, and then slapped it upward with a palm.
"puff!"
Apollo let out a low groan, and when his white palm came into contact with the mace, he trembled for a while. The skin of his entire palm was instantly torn apart, and even one arm made a series of crisp sounds, and the pain was extremely severe.
"Hahaha, aren't you a high-ranking half-step saint? How come you are so miserably bullied by a little sub-sage like me! It's because you're not good at learning, or your old master who suffered from the plague left something to himself and didn't do a good job.
Teach you!" Man Niu's mouth has become extremely vicious after such a long period of scolding with the dragon-bearded tiger.
His words not only insulted Apollo, but also instigated the relationship between master and apprentice. He was really vicious and extremely vicious!
"Shut up! You bald guy!" Apollo was so angry that he trembled all over, and the golden sacred air suddenly burst out from his body. He was scolded by the bull and got really angry. He hurriedly recovered the injury on his arm and took a big mouthful.
Zhang puffed out a puff of gray mist.
"Kalala..."
The mist surged, and in an instant it formed a long metal chain of gold with blue in it. It seemed to be polished in the fire of the stars, exuding a terrifying murderous intent.
"The art of Shinto, restraint!" Apollo recited a mantra in his mouth, one Shinto rune after another flowed out, and he threw out the long chain in his hand.
This is a Shinto forbidden technique. Once entangled in this "binding" technique, the gold and blue metal chain will be like a bone-attached maggot, tightly entangled in the enemy who is cast, destroying it.
The enemy's vitality was wiped out, his Taoism was wiped out, and only his soul was dragged into the endless nine ghosts and burned, lingering.
The people watching the battle not far away felt the strange aura, and their expressions all became solemn.
"The art of Shinto!" Li Qingming's voice was low, and his eyes were filled with light.
Sakyamuni clasped his palms together and said: "Amitabha! According to the young monk, the Barbarian Bull Donor is no match for this foreign race with yellow hair and golden eyes! We'd better save the Barbarian Bull Donor as soon as possible!"
"Yes, brother! Let me go and save the Manniu brothers!" Li Qingquan looked at the long chain that seemed to be trying to choose someone to eat, and his scalp went numb.
Li Qingming frowned and pondered for a long time, then suddenly smiled and said: "No need to go, he can handle it on his own!"