On this day, Zhang Ningfei came to the Holy City. He hid in the space and anchored the space to a real person who had changed his appearance.
He was holding a silver sword, that Daluo sword, and with blood all over his body, he slashed at a magnificent palace, turning the palace into dust in an instant.
This is a stronghold of Prince Qian that Zhang Ningfei obtained through searching for gods in the Holy City, and it is also a stone workshop for him to process stones.
"Prince, you little bird, I'm going to kill you."
Zhang Ningfei's real body changed his name to Wang Wudao and started shouting loudly and actively provoking.
Wang Wudao's voice echoed over the Holy City like thunder and spread throughout the Holy City.
The Heavenly Prince has a noble status and has many defenders. Except for the Holy Prince, almost no one dares to openly become his enemy.
Now someone is threatening to kill him, which is sensational news.
Countless pairs of eyes were watching Wang Wudao from a distance. He was holding a silver sword. The silver light was shining and exuding a powerful aura. He was obviously a holy soldier passed down from generation to generation.
That majestic figure exuded a monstrous murderous aura, as if it was about to burst the void, standing in the sky above the stone square of the Prince of Heaven.
Wang Wudao held a silver sword and slashed it down again. A dozen huge palaces in front suddenly exploded and turned into dust, flying everywhere.
These palaces are engraved with ancient magic formations, which are full of murderous intent and cannot be broken by ordinary Taoist slayers. It is said that this was set up here by the Emperor himself after he had achieved some success in practicing magic formations.
He did not ask the Ancient Ancestor King to take action, but took it upon himself to use this place as a training exercise. The people watching did not know this. They only knew that this very powerful formation was now like paper, being gently poked.
Broken.
"You blind bastards dare to come to the stone square of the Prince of Heaven and act wild." More than thirty figures rushed out of the dilapidated palace, each with an angry look on his face and a ferocious look on his face.
Zhang Ningfei glanced at them. They either had scales on their bodies or horns on their heads. They were obviously ancient creatures adopted by the Emperor, and they were of different races. They all stared at Wang Wudao with serious eyes.
Zhang Ningfei thought that the Emperor was not here, and that this was normal and no surprise. According to the description in the original text, although he was extremely talented, he was very cautious.
After he and his eight divine generals escaped from Zishan, they went to a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters and compelling aura as their stronghold, which was still in the Northern Territory.
In addition to practicing in his own stronghold, the Holy City, a place with easy access to all directions, was obviously regarded by him as a place to train his mind in the world of mortals.
Whenever he encounters peace in his practice, it is almost a must for him to go out and visit the Holy City.
"Come here to cause trouble and save your life." The temper of the Emperor's subordinates is really a dog-fighting.
Wang Wudao would not answer his sister's nonsense. He came here to destroy his stronghold, slap the Emperor in the face, and warm up the duel between the Holy Prince and the Emperor.
Wang Wudao's answer was very simple. The long sword in his hand flashed with silver light, and it was struck with extreme speed. Two ancient creatures named Xiao were split in half in an instant, and then exploded into a bloody mist, destroying both body and soul.
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These dog slaves relied on the power of the Emperor of Heaven, pretended to be powerful, and unscrupulously offended the leaders and holy masters of all parties.
The heroes from all sides are afraid of the power of the Emperor and do not dare to provoke him easily. The younger generation has suffered many losses in the friction with the ancient creatures, and it can be said that they have accumulated countless grievances.
Now seeing these dog slaves being chopped up like melons and vegetables, countless people secretly clapped their hands and applauded, their blood boiling in their hearts.
"I want to kill all the dog slaves under the Emperor of Heaven. They are a bunch of rubbish that pretend to be powerful and bully, and dogs rely on human power." Wang Wudao said very arrogantly, pointing his silver sword at the ancient creatures opposite.
"Bold"
"Leave your life behind"
The three Tao-killing Kings among the ancient creatures suddenly looked ferocious and followed the Emperor directly, hoping to seek his protection. What the ancient creatures hate most is that others call them dog slaves.
The silver heavenly sword in Wang Wudao's hand came out. In a flash of silver light, a powerful enlightened person was decapitated. The two halves of the body flew high into the sky, then exploded and turned into ashes, destroying both body and soul.
Wang Wudao waved his hand, and the silver light flew back.
The scene was horrifying, a group of ancient creatures were frightened and angry.
A Tao-killing king gritted his teeth and spit out a small silver arrow as long as a chopstick, which turned into a ray of silver light and shot towards Wang Wudao.
This silver light emitted runes one after another in the void, like a small silver phoenix, getting brighter and bigger, and a small bird with blind eyes passed by nearby and was instantly turned into fly ash.
It was obvious that this was a killing blow from a Dao-killing king who tried his best.
The big sword in Wang Wudao's hand was shining with silver light, and he struck hard at the little silver phoenix.
"Bang"
This small arrow turned into a silver phoenix, like a silver bottle exploding, the silver light scattered in all directions, and ripples shot out in all directions.
Several ancient creatures nearby were immediately affected, and they only had time to scream a few times before they turned into fly ash.
"Everyone, come together and use the secret weapon to kill him," a king shouted bravely.
They all discovered the blood oath and were loyal to the Emperor. Only a fight to the death could allow them to escape punishment.
A piece of light feather flew out, which were small blades like butterflies, filled with murderous intent.
A big purple-gold bell flew over, sending out ripples that seemed to shatter the heaven and earth.
An ax with golden light, an ancient black mirror, a simple cyan scroll, a big umbrella with silver light, a ruler with black light...
Various ancient weapons once again emitted powerful waves, with overwhelming murderous aura and divine light filling the air, sweeping over like colorful waves.
"Om"
Wang Wudao shouted loudly and combined the six-character Buddhist mantra with the secret word Dou.
The remaining dozen or so people's bodies exploded into a sheet of blood when they were alive, and their mist-shaped spirits were wiped out.
Two ancient king-level creatures were bleeding from all their orifices, as if they had been struck by lightning.
Wang Wudao took two steps forward, and the ripples of the avenue spread. The remaining two kings exploded on the spot and turned into a rain of blood. All the ancient creatures in the stone workshop were wiped out.
Zhang Ningfei put these dozen weapons into the space and refined them at will. Although he despises these weapons used by high-level monks and kings, they are used by the disciples of Qingyun Sect. Each of them is considered a treasure.
I remember that when I was a little minion, a powerful weapon that produced Tao and Reason made me run away. Now I am being treated like garbage and thrown into a corner.
Wang Wudao's big golden hand struck out more than a dozen times, beating the Prince's stronghold here and the rest of the palace into ashes.
The stones here, worth tens of millions of kilograms of source stones, were looted by Zhang Yunfei.
I also obtained a few pieces, mutton-fat jade and iron, nine-day divine jade, red haze and purple gold, which can be used to refine holy weapons and even quasi-imperial weapons.
In a flash of light, Wang Wudao disappeared over the holy city.
