The appearance of these two people is exactly the same as the Yao Yueru he met back then!
Unexpectedly, they also received orders from the imperial court and came here to support.
"Three martial saints, five ghost immortals! This kind of power is a powerful force no matter where it is placed!"
It seems that the imperial court spent a lot of money on this fight for Qiankun Bag.
A series of loud noises burst out from the surrounding world, and both Butler Wu and Wei Taicang let out huge sonic roars.
Both of these two great martial saints threw their blood-stained weapons into the void. Even if the original saint was a master at the thunder calamity level, he could not withstand such a terrifying bloody atmosphere!
"Butler Wu, this old dog, probably showed his true strength today!"
Wang Tong snorted coldly.
He had always speculated whether Butler Wu had some tricks up his sleeve and did not really use all his strength when dealing with him.
Now it seems that this is the case.
That Zhao Jirong's Wheel of Life and Death was only a trace of Butler Wu's! Wang Tong felt the vast power of the opponent's fist. When he took action, it seemed as if countless gods were surging out of his body! The hands of these gods are like holding some kind of wheel, which carries the yin and yang of heaven and earth and controls the life and death of all things.
Life and death are all in the wheel!
This is a supreme skill that Wang Xuanji created by combining the Dazen Temple, Tai Shang Dao, and the martial arts of various sects!
Wang Tong could clearly feel that when Butler Wu performed this move, the heavenly path lifted up by the gods suddenly struck the red divine light in the sky.
In comparison, the power of the thunder sword technique exerted by Wei Taicang on the side seems a bit weaker.
"Zhusheng Four Wheels is really a terrifying skill!"
"I have to say, Wang Xuanji is really a genius! No wonder the saintly girl likes him!"
However, even if Butler Wu has such a terrifying fist intention, Wang Tong can still use his past to consume him to death!
Through observation, Wang Tong has estimated the approximate strength of Butler Wu, and he has also estimated the secrets of the wheel of life and death.
That should be the point in the body. Each point can be cultivated to create a living being. If all the points in the body are cultivated to create a living being, the strength should reach the realm of human immortality!
After the creatures cultivated through all these techniques are integrated into one body, they will be immune to all evil!
However, from ancient times to the present, such people have been very rare and rare, and not one can be found in hundreds of years.
I just don’t know how many gods Wang Xuanji has cultivated.
"You are looking for death!"
A sharp voice came from the red clouds, and the original figure of the saint had just suffered a small loss from this blow.
Only then did Wang Tong see his true face. He was an old man wearing a white robe and wrapped in a layer of white cloth. He had a high nose and deep eye sockets. He was not from Zhongzhou.
The qi and blood in this old man's body is very huge. It's not as powerful as that of a martial saint, but the amount of qi and blood is very huge!
It's like his life form is not as simple as a person at all, but several elephants superimposed on top of each other.
Such huge Qi and blood seems to be made from the endless accumulation of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, which is different from the blood converted from the Martial Saint's hard work to drive away the dross!
The intensity is at most equivalent to that of a martial arts master.
But if there is a secret method for qi and blood to make up for the soul, then such a huge amount of qi and blood can be considered an advantage.
Under his body, there was a square blanket, which he relied on to soar into the void.
The material of this blanket is hard to tell, but it is dotted with many strange symbols, and a strong blood flow comes from it, forming a dense blood cloud around it.
"That's the Dharma-Blood Divine Carpet from Jinyuan Temple!"
Zen Yinsha explained.
"Original picture of the saint, if you come to snatch the Qiankun bag today, you will never come back!"
Wei Taicang roared.
At the same time, Xiao Anran and the Eagle King on the side all displayed their strongest skills and bombarded the original image of the saint.
The original picture of the saint sitting on the flying carpet roared angrily and stood up from the flying carpet.
His figure is even taller than Shen Tiezhu, with a body of nearly three meters, and he looks like a giant spirit god!
After standing up, a delicate scimitar appeared in his hand, and he slashed his arm to kill Neng. Immediately, a large amount of blood spurted out from his arm, but the blood did not fall to the ground, but was in the void.
Condensed into a huge palm.
"The giant palm of the gods!"
A gloomy wind acted on the bloody palm, and the palm began to swell instantly. The skin on it grew at a speed visible to the naked eye. Wang Tong could even see clear lines in the palm.
This really seems to be the palm of a giant, extremely real!
"Could it be that for masters who have survived the thunder tribulation, their bombardment has changed from illusion to reality!"
In Wang Tong's heart, he has become more and more familiar with the power setting of this world, so that the bombardment, which is getting closer to the real existence, cannot be stopped by the roar of the strong Martial Saint!
"Everyone, be careful!"
Butler Wu, Wei Taicang, Xiao Anran, the Eagle King, and Zhang Boheng all seemed to know the power of this palm. They quickly gathered together and launched their strongest bombardment, which landed on the pressing palm.
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In the next breath, a huge hole was blasted out of the center of the palm, and the flesh and blood around it continued to fly, giving people a more realistic feeling!
However, the movement of this giant palm did not stop, and it captured the three elders of Wugui Dao below, as well as Wutong.
Everyone in Wugui Dao tried their best to resist the palm. After seeing this, Saint Tuyuan frowned slightly. He took action again and scratched his other arm with the scimitar, releasing blood and condensing a palm again. After the two palms came together, they directly smashed the black smoke barrier on the four people.
And those corpse emperors were bounced away one by one by the giant palm.
"Fractal shadow!"
After Saint Tuyuan took care of these four people, he made a strange handprint.
His body stepped back, and the endless blood spread around, finally condensing into a shadow that looked exactly like him!
"Fortunately, we were watching the battle from the sidelines and found out that he had escaped and is now just a shadow!"
Zen Yinsha said, she and Wang Tong could see clearly that the true body of the original figure of the saint had escaped!
"Hurry up! His method, although it is a phantom, has half the power of his real body. It costs a lot. His soul is damaged and his blood and essence are depleted. It is a trick to escape, and it takes ten years of training to recover!"
"We take advantage of his illness to kill him!"
While Chan Yinsha was speaking, he and Wang Tong had already started to fly towards the distant sky.
The original picture of the saint blocked everyone's attacks and captured the four ghosts and immortals of Wugui Dao in one fell swoop. It seemed that he was very powerful and had boundless magic power, but in fact he took a great advantage because these four people had already been attacked by others.
Serious injuries.
And his own condition is not very good, and he is seriously injured. This is the time when Saint Yuantu, the thunder tribulation master, is at his weakest.
Wang Tong and Chan Yinsha would be fools if they didn't pursue them now.
Above the clouds, the original picture of the saint looked at the four great ghost immortals of Wugui Tao who had lost consciousness, and sneered at the corner of his mouth.
There were two very large wounds on both of his arms, which were opened just now. Now when the cold wind blew, two white lights passed by and shrouded the wounds. The wounds actually healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. There was no trace of it.
Traces of cracking.
This is the unique Taoist technique of Jinyuan Temple:
"Divine healing!"
The original picture of the saint after recovering from his injuries. Looking at the Qiankun bag, he wanted to see what was inside.
After a little hesitation, he chose not to look, but took out a crystal from his arms. A drop of bright red blood was sealed in the center of the crystal.
The blood is constantly flashing in the crystal, making people feel very sacred.
"I only have dozens of drops of the evil god's blood in the entire Jinyuan Temple. This time I only brought three drops with me. This is the last drop!"
"The fists of the Wheel of Life and Death injured me, and now I want to use this drop of blood to recover!"
The original picture of the saint said to himself, crushing the crystal and taking the last drop of the evil god's blood.
The blood of the evil god is said to be the magic medicine that can make ghosts and immortals, but the moment he crushed the blood of the evil god.
An arrow pierced the void and shot towards him.
"Boohoo!"
The nine infinite arrows merged into one, spinning violently, making a deafening whistling sound in the void, and all the surrounding air was annihilated and shattered.
Wherever the infinite arrow passed, the void was filled with chaos.
A large amount of true sun fire boils on the arrow body, and the traces of the arrow feathers make the whole body look like a golden stream of light.
The large array on the Wuji Arrow also played a role at this time. In the eyes of others, the arrow feathers are black and white, and there is a strong pulling force on them!
It seems to be pulling everything within a hundred miles around into this great formation!
After the original figure of the saint noticed the power of this arrow, a feeling of fear arose in his heart.
The arrow was like a meteorite streaking across the sky, it was so fast that there was no way to dodge it.
This kind of speed cannot be matched by any Taoist master.
This infinite arrow was shot by Wang Tong.
Just now, after he and Chan Yinsha caught up with the original figure of the saint, according to the plan, Chan Yinsha protected Wang Tong's body below, while Wang Tong fought against the original figure of the saint in the open.
Although the original picture of the saint is seriously injured, he is a thunder tribulation master after all, and there are not many thunder tribulation masters in the world.
As soon as Wang Tong came up, he used his strongest attack and exerted all his strength. If he didn't take the thunder tribulation master seriously, he didn't take his own life seriously.
Never make a big mistake by underestimating the enemy at a critical moment.
"A little ghost fairy dares to attack me here!"
After all, the original picture of the saint is a master of thunder tribulation. He reacted immediately, spitting out a mouthful of blood, forming a big palm, and grabbed the infinite arrow.
As soon as I grab it, I will grab the Wuji Sword.
"Break it for me!"
Wang Tong grabbed the sky bow and poured all the power of his soul into it. He pulled the bowstring violently.
The sound of the bow string shook the sky, causing ripples in the air. The ripples were transmitted to the captured Wuji Arrow.
The power of the Infinite Arrow has been doubled again!
A huge explosion sound came from the Wuji Arrow body, and in the next breath, the big palm was shattered by the attack. Blood, broken flesh, and white bones continued to spatter around.
Then it turned into a piece of blood and scattered in the void.
The original image of the saint only survived one thunder tribulation. The power of pure Yang in the soul was not very sufficient.
Although the Taoist techniques used can condense the void into reality, they cannot become real palms.
"Heavenly Bow Infinite Arrow?!"
After the original figure of the saint had his huge palm broken by the Wuji Sword, he immediately recognized this world-famous magical weapon.
Without any hesitation, he opened his mouth and spat out, and another ball of blood came out of his mouth.
"Dharma Blood God Thunder!"
This mouthful of blood is about the size of a human head. It swells up in the wind and turns into a hill-sized area.
Lightning lights are constantly flickering on it, striking towards the Infinite Arrow.
There is an extra touch of yang energy in his thunder technique, which is much more terrifying than Zen Yinsha's thunder technique.
However, Wang Tong has already had a keen understanding of the aura in thunder in his past training, and now he does not panic at all even if he encounters it.
Ordinary ghosts and immortals will have a sense of fear in their hearts after encountering a thunderstorm, which means that the Taoist heart will be in chaos!
The Wuji Arrow was completely defeated by the small mountain-like magical blood divine thunder. After a shock, the nine arrow feathers fell from the void like kites with broken strings.
The size of the Dharma-Blood Divine Thunder has also shrunk, and it continues to hit Wang Tong's soul!
"Boom!"
Wang Tong's soul was immediately shattered, and the huge sky bow fell from the void.
After seeing Wang Tong's soul being shattered by him, Saint Yuantu did not relax at all. He had experienced too many things in his life.
How can we relax easily in the current situation!
He took out a small bowl from his arms. There were many divine patterns engraved on the bowl. After the small bowl was thrown out, the patterns on it rotated, forming a soul vortex, exuding a terrible suction force.
This is the treasure of Jinyuan Temple, the Bowl of the True God!
He wanted to collect all of Wang Tong's broken soul.
"It's ridiculous that someone with such a level dares to sneak attack me!"
"Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected surprise. I was given the Heavenly Bow Wuji Arrow."
As he spoke, the Saint Yuantu exuded a hot breath, flew downwards, and swept back the Heavenly Bow Infinite Arrow.
His soul thought immediately rushed into the sky bow, hoping that the mark of the soul in it would be broken!
"There's one more!"
When his thoughts entered the sky bow, he immediately discovered the thoughts of Zen Yinsha's soul, and the great formation running in it was fighting back desperately!
This time, the original picture of the Saint was stunned in place, and the Bowl of True God in the void was also destroyed by another powerful suction force!
"Soul Vortex!"
At this moment, Wang Tong's soul regrouped, and after it condensed, he began to use his strongest means.
A powerful soul vortex descended on the head of the original picture of the saint.