Chapter 411 In front of me, you will always be a rat
For a moment, Atode no longer had any intention of killing Bai Qi, so he raised the trident high and placed it horizontally above his head.
"Buzz!"
Amidst the tearing sound of the air, the nine-ringed tin staff crashed down!
The phantom in the palm of the Bodhisattva was also snapped, as if trying to suppress Atode!
"boom!!"
That terrifying, unexpected blow forcefully knocked Atode flying a thousand meters away.
It was as if a huge mountain was suppressing it, and the terrifying power shocked even the seventh-level ocean god!!
but.
"Still, too weak!"
"The group of Vajras and Bodhisattvas in your Buddhist sect, as well as the Tathagata Buddha, are much stronger than you!"
Atode stopped and raised his head with a grin.
There was not even a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and although his arm was numb, there was no injury at all.
But under Ataud's gaze, Master Compassion ignored him and looked at him like a fool.
"He didn't want to do anything to you."
Behind Atode, a voice suddenly came.
The smile on Atoud's face froze for a moment, and he suddenly turned his head to look, only to see an old man in Taoist robes standing with his hands behind his back, holding Yin and Yang on his back.
besides.
Nine-Handed Sword!!
It was only then that Atoud saw that nine swords exuding a sharp aura were hanging around him, tightly surrounding him, with the sword tips pointing downward!
There are even more yellow talisman papers hovering around!
Sword array!
Killing Immortal Sword Formation!
Thousands of Taoist robes stirred, and the sound was like muffled thunder: "The Immortal Killing Formation!"
"Buzz!"
The nine swords vibrated, and the crisp sound of the sword actually made Atode feel an instinctive danger!
Sanqing's shadow suddenly appeared in the sword formation, looking at Atode expressionlessly!
Ataud didn't know these three old men in Taoist robes, and had never seen them before, but he could feel the powerful aura emanating from the three phantoms... It was a powerful aura that even Poseidon, the Lord of the Sea, had never possessed!
"The sky net is vast, sparse but not lost."
The three clear shadows slowly dispersed.
The nine swords rose suddenly, shuttled quickly, and intertwined like a sword net!
In that sword net, there are wind, fire, thunder and lightning, metal, wood, water and earth!
Five Elements and Four Symbols!
In the sword net, Atode's body was shaking violently. He had a feeling that this space seemed to be separated from the surrounding world, and that this world was completely under the opponent's control!
Tao Palm Heaven and Earth!
"Kill the immortal, kill the god!"
Dao Wanqian suddenly pointed at Atode with one hand and swung the fly whisk with the other hand!
"boom!"
The nine swords and the entire sword network all moved toward Atode to suppress it!
That's not even nine swords!
Wind, fire, thunder and lightning, metal, wood, water and earth, gathered into an extremely huge sword!
The sword of killing immortals!
"Buzz!"
At this moment, even Atoud was so small under this sword.
He tried hard to raise the trident, and huge water columns rose up from the sea, rushing towards the sword from bottom to top!
But, the water pillars and huge waves were all shattered under that sword!
The water dragon howls!
"boom!"
The tip of the sword was smashed down, and it hit Ataud all the way to the bottom of the sea, and the surrounding seawater retreated!
After a while.
"Hoo, ho." Dao Wanqian gasped for breath. Obviously, the Nine Swords of Killing Immortals were exerting all their strength, which was extremely stressful for him.
Master Compassion frowned: "Is he dead?"
Under the sea, there was no longer any fluctuation.
"Should be dead..." Dao Wanqian panted and recalled the Zhuxian Sword, but the next moment, Dao Wanqian's pupils shrank suddenly!
There is no blood on the Zhuxian Sword in your hand!
Before he could say anything more, Dao Wanqian grabbed the Compassion Master with one hand and moved sideways.
Almost at the same time.
"boom!"
The sea below the two people exploded, and a huge water dragon rose into the sky, and above the water dragon was the God of the Ocean!
The sea battle armor on his chest was completely shattered, and his blue hair was a little messy.
But it still shines brightly.
He has successively endured all-out blows from Bai Qi, Compassion Master, and Dao Wanqian, but so far he has not suffered any real injuries!
Whether it's reaction ability, strength, or magical skills and physical strength, they all reveal the power of a medium-sized god.
In the glory, Atode turned to look at Master Compassion and Dao Wanqian, and said calmly: "As human beings, you are very good."
"But...that's it!"
He raised his trident, but instead of stabbing at Compassionate Master He Dao Wanqian, he swung it violently into the air!
At the same time, Mr. Mo Zhi held a scroll and sang!
"Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, this is knowing!"
The blue shirt is swaying, the literary spirit is stirring, and the Confucian pen is waving in the air.
The dark literary spirit was like ink, condensing into large characters under the pen, and then emitting golden light, crashing towards Atode!
Five thousand years of humanistic heritage.
Haoran's righteousness is all in it.
"Those who love others will always be loved by others; those who respect others will always be respected by others."
“If a worker wants to do his job well, he must first sharpen his tools.”
Mr. Mo Zhi kept reciting, his writing was like a dragon, and the big golden characters were arranged like a long golden river, like countless golden meteors washing down!
"Hmph. This is the foundation of you humans?!"
"Just a poor scholar!"
Ataud frowned slightly, snorted coldly, and smashed the trident!
A water dragon hundreds of meters high rose into the sky, roaring and chewing up the golden characters that washed away one by one. Its huge body crashed into Mr. Mo Shizhi.
It's as if he wants to bite it into pieces alive!
"Roar!"
The water dragon roared and hit Mr. Mo Zhizi's body. The terrifying impact caused Mo Zhishi's green shirt to instantly shatter, and the bun that held his hair to pieces.
but.
The green shirt did not move at all, but only used one left hand to hold down the huge water dragon that was hundreds of meters away.
"I'm trying to reason with you, but you won't listen."
"Then I'll try another way."
Mo Zhi raised his head, his muscles were as ferocious as a beast, and his scattered hair was rising like a lion!
The muscles on the back overlap fiercely, forming a clear word "Benevolence"!
That terrifying power, no matter how hard the water dragon struggled and roared, it couldn't get rid of that powerful right hand!
Mo didn't know that he clenched his right hand fiercely, holding the Fuzi pen and punched hard!
"boom!"
The faucet's head exploded, and the 100-meter water dragon was shattered inch by inch under the terrifying power!
"Who said that scholars are useless!"
"Look how scholars kill gods!"
Who knows, with his right hand holding the Confucius pen tightly and his left hand holding a heavy scroll book, he is rushing towards the gods like a lion!
At the same time, thousands of compassionate masters left hand in hand!
Ataud turned around to hide, only to see the man he had feared for thousands of years holding a sickle and grinning ferociously.
"I just woke up."
"But as long as I am alive, rat, you will always be rat in front of me!"
"My king, watch carefully!"
"Da Qin, Feng!"
The blood-red giant scythe is coming with a bang!
The god of death roared.
Looking at the man rushing towards him, Ataud actually felt that fear again, as if he had returned to the battlefield a thousand years ago. This man was still the peerless god of death who made the gods fear him and stained the sky with blood!
But the man in front of me is clearly only level five!
"No matter how strong you were back then, you are only at level five now!" Ataud suppressed that fear, picked up the trident, stopped hiding, and fought with the four of them.
the other side.
While Clyde and Lin Fan were fighting.
"Clyde, let me help you!"
The third god, Angus, the seventh-level ocean god, is holding a trident and is about to ride the waves.
