Chapter 137 Super God (please subscribe for updates of 10,000 words)
The mysterious man's voice is very neutral.
There is no debate between male and female.
The four Yin Zhao old men looked ugly and did not answer.
In this world, there is only one person who can cultivate so many demons and sword formations!
The Yinming Ghost Sect!
Land carp!
"Do you know what one plus one equals?"
At this time, a hundred feet away, the mysterious man standing on the cliff asked again.
"..."
A trace of surprise appeared on the desperate and fearful faces of the four Yin Zhi old men.
What is this land carp trying to do?
"I don't know this. It seems that your life is a waste of air and food."
The mysterious man waved his hand gently.
A golden moon fell down and got into the mouth of the tall demon cultivator.
Then, the pure gold moonlight shone inside his body, illuminating his flesh, blood, bones, internal organs, and brain and bone marrow. His whole body was as crystal clear as glass, gold, and jade.
Bang.
A ray of breeze blew by.
The man's body turned into specks of golden light and disappeared into the air.
It was actually completely wiped out by the sword light that was compressed to the extreme, and he died to the point where not even a scrap was left.
Only the treasure clothes, jade pendants, belts and other spiritual weapons, together with the storage ring, are left floating in the air.
"And you?"
The mysterious man turned his eyes and looked at another young demon cultivator.
"Two! Two! Two! I know! One plus one equals two!"
The young demon cultivator shouted with horror on his face.
"bingo."
The mysterious man nodded slowly: "Unfortunately, you know too much."
As he said that, he waved his hand again.
Another golden moon fell and was forced into his mouth.
"Well!"
The young demon cultivator only had time to let out a muffled groan.
boom.
Just like a silver vase falling to the ground, the whole person instantly shattered into millions of pieces. When the breeze blew, it turned into little golden lights and disappeared into the air.
Likewise, there is nothing left of him.
"And you?"
The mysterious man looked at the third beautiful female demon cultivator.
"I...I...I think, one plus one equals...three." The female demon cultivator stuttered out a sentence with tears in her eyes.
"As stupid as a pig, even Fang Yinli from the Immortal League can't answer the question wrong, but you actually answered it wrong!"
The mysterious man shook his head helplessly.
Then, he waved his hand again.
A familiar scene appeared again.
boom.
The female demon cultivator turned into a speck of golden light and disappeared, reincarnating and passing away on the spot.
Finally, the mysterious man's eyes fell on the old man Yin Zhi: "What about you?"
"Lu Li, even if I die and become a ghost, I will never let you go! I curse you to never be reincarnated!" The old man Yin Zhi gritted his iron teeth and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth.
His eyes were extremely malicious.
"I'm sorry, you don't have a chance to be a ghost. Also, when you go to reincarnation, tell me and Nangong Long that I will take good care of his mother."
The mysterious man said, gently waving his hand.
Three thousand golden moons fell down and hit the old man Yin Zhi.
Puff puff.
In the bright golden moonlight, the old man's whole body trembled violently, and he was pierced by thousands of erupting sword threads a hundred times, a thousand times, and ten thousand times!
The whole person was shot directly through the honeycomb!
Full of holes!
Finally, the three thousand golden moons merged together and turned into a golden moon as big as a house, which gently wrapped around the old man Yin Zhi.
The whole person turned into air and disappeared without a trace.
"What a pity. This sword formation is so powerful that even the golden elixir has to flee. But the power of the Seven Emotions consumed is too huge, and the saved power of the Seven Emotions is directly consumed. If these four people hadn't contributed some of the Seven Emotions
I'm so afraid that I won't be able to release even a single strand of Heavenly Demon Sword Qi later."
The mysterious man let out a sigh.
Then, with a big hand, he grabbed all the four people's storage rings, treasure clothes, jade pendants and other spiritual weapons.
"Quick, quick, quick! There are still six more to kill! They are catching up!"
At this time, Jinque Sword Spirit's milky sound and milky urging sounded in my ears.
As soon as he finished speaking, the mysterious man withdrew his demonic energy, revealing the face of a big man with a yellow face, and the golden Buddha's light shined all over his body.
boom.
He stepped off the cliff.
Explosive force!
The cliff collapsed!
With the powerful recoil, the person flew up into the sky, swept across the sky, and met a flying cultivator from the Tianjue Demon Sect.
"The bald donkey of the Immortal Alliance? Where is Senior Brother Nangong?"
When the young man in silver robe saw this, his expression was startled. Without saying a word, he raised his hand and slashed out with a bloody sword light that cut the sky and the earth.
Then, he turned around and ran.
when.
Only a loud bell was heard.
The young man in silver robe looked back and saw that the man's eyebrows were shattered by the blood-colored sword light he struck!
What a terrifying body!
The young man in silver robe was shocked.
Swish.
The big yellow-faced man with golden Buddha light all over his body dodged, swept hundreds of feet in the wind, chased after him, and raised his hand.
A buzzing sound.
Behind him, an extremely thick Buddha light soared into the sky, condensing into an extremely huge sacred Buddha above the scorching sun and white clouds.
Then, golden palm prints fell from the sky.
boom.
There was only a loud sound like a heavenly bell, and the young man in silver robe was completely helpless and was knocked directly into the earth.
On the ground, landslides and earth cracked, smoke and dust billowed, and a thousand-foot-long palm print was immediately revealed!
In the center of the palm print was an inconspicuous pool of blood.
In this way, a demon cultivator with magic power comparable to four Li Jing died under the palm of the Buddha.
Kill with one move!
Swish.
The yellow-faced man rushed out and met another demon cultivator from the Tianjue Demon Sect who was chasing him.
Another palm.
There was a loud bang.
The demonic cultivator was shot into the ground on the spot and exploded into a ball of blood.
"not good!"
"This is a peerless master of Buddhism!"
"Why is the Great Amitabha Palm so terrifying?"
"Run!"
When the remaining four demon cultivators from the Tianjue Demon Sect saw this, they were so frightened that their livers and gallbladders split apart and they fled for their lives.
I just regret that my third leg can’t be used at this time!
But, it's too slow.
The big man with a yellow face chased him, one by one with one palm.
Two in one palm.
Snap, snap, snap.
Three died on the spot!
There's only one left!
"Ahhh! I'll fight you!"
The last middle-aged demon cultivator roared wildly, activated a blood-black mace, and rushed towards the yellow-faced man. It flashed and appeared above the yellow-faced man's head.
Then, chop it down suddenly!
This chop was extremely swift and violent.
It seemed like even the sky and the earth were about to be broken in half!
This is his natal spiritual weapon. It is a broken magic weapon called the mountain-opening rod. When driven with all his strength, it has a force of three million kilograms!
However, the yellow-faced man casually waved his hand, and like swiping away a fly, the mace flew away, spun around, and fell into the canyon.
The majestic power surged forward, pouring into his hands like an overwhelming mountain.
Click.
His wrist was shattered.
"How can it be?"
The middle-aged demon cultivator's face changed drastically and he lost his voice in shock.
"Everything is possible."
The yellow-faced man uttered a sentence calmly.
He punched out casually.
boom.
The fist was as fast as a comet, slamming into the chest of the middle-aged demon cultivator.
Unforgettable!
It’s like a sky pillar impact!
There was a pop.
The middle-aged demon cultivator looked down and his pupils shrank.
A huge hole as big as a clay pot appeared in his chest.
When the sun shines down, you can clearly see the beating flesh and blood next to the huge hole in the chest, as well as the dense white bones.
The next moment, the yellow-faced man punched me again.
Bang.
The middle-aged demon cultivator and the cloud ring on his body were directly exploded, exploding into a ball of blood in the air.
boom.
A ball of red flames burned up, completely burning him into ashes.
"Finished! Call it a day!"
The yellow-faced man withdrew his fist, flashed his body several times, picked up the storage rings and spiritual weapons of the Tianjue Demon Sect, and soared into the sky before disappearing into the infinite sea of clouds.
Soon after.
Swish swish swish swish.
Immortal Alliance monks appeared in the sky one by one, looking down at the five 3,000-foot-long palm prints on the ground, their expressions were extremely shocked.
There was a storm in my heart.
Are there such tyrannical Buddhist monks in the Immortal Alliance?
"Amitabha."
At this time, the little monk in white monk clothes chanted a Buddhist chant, his pupils trembled, and he murmured: