Although the disciples of these aristocratic families and holy places are not high in cultivation, they still have good eyesight.
Zhang Wenchang kills people with the guqin, which seems to be an understatement, but in fact he has entered an extremely advanced state. He has understood the overture of God.
It is said that this kind of music has little to do with cultivation. It is a manifestation of a state of mind, an understanding of the great road, and an understanding of the various forms of the human world.
This is the sublimation of the spiritual realm. It cannot represent all the combat power, but it can reflect the strongest potential of a monk. If it is fully sublimated, it will definitely become the trump card of the ancient powers.
Zhang Wenchang does not look very old, only thirteen or fourteen years old, but he has understood the music of God that few people have been able to set foot on throughout the ages.
Just now, these people from the Ji family and the Holy Land still maintained their identities, but when they thought of some of the ancient powers in the sect, they became a little silent again.
A disciple of the Ji family said: "My ancestors had a peerless god king who also understood the divine prelude and swept across the Eastern Wasteland with fighting power. He could only read rumors but never heard the real divine voice. But today I can listen to it."
This kind of divine sound of the great avenue, although it is limited to cultivation and is just a prelude to the gods, it also has the initial power to shake the world and make ghosts and gods cry."
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding Holy Land disciples all showed surprised eyes. This was obviously an amazing killing method, but it was so beautiful and peaceful when played, allowing people to bloom the flowers of life in the ultimate beauty, quietly.
To die silently is really...
"He is very powerful and a genius, but so what? If he dares to show such murderous intent to us, the children of aristocratic families and saint disciples, he will not be able to live!"
"Yes, a genius who has not grown up is nothing. If we can't do it, we will carry out extermination!"
"Boy, you are still shrouding us with this murderous intention, are you looking for death?"
"I wonder which master's disciple you are? Such experience must come from either a holy place or a noble family?"
A guqin sank in front of Zhang Wenchang, flowing with cyan light, and its seven strings were undulating, like little dragons jumping, exuding the divine sound of the great avenue.
In the rain of crystal flowers, Zhang Wenchang's heart felt ethereal. He seemed to have forgotten everything in the outside world and was immersed in a wonderful Taoist realm.
There are two disciples of Yaoguang Holy Land, one is named Li Wuyou and the other is Wang Cheng. They are both practitioners in the Tao Palace realm.
There are three disciples of the Ji family, one named Ji Chengshan, one named Ji Chengliang, and one named Ji Chengcheng.
A disciple of Zifu Holy Land named Ziguang.
These people are all practitioners in the realm of Taoism. They are all in their twenties and thirties, and they seem to be the best among the sect.
"Hmph, you pretentious guy, don't think that just killing a group of bandits is a big deal. Let me try his skills." The guy named Ziguang in Zifu Holy Land was a little arrogant and couldn't stand Zhang Wenchang.
That calm and silent pretense.
Zi Guang is wearing a pair of gleaming black iron battle clothes, which is obviously a good pair of armor.
A black spear appeared in his hand, one foot long, with black dragon patterns engraved on it. The tip of the spear turned black and red, obviously stained with a lot of blood and soaked into the black iron.
He walked towards Zhang Wenchang step by step, walking very slowly, as if he was building up his momentum. His expression was indifferent, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes. He looked at Zhang Wenchang as if he was staring at a prey.
"So what if you evolved the Overture of God at such a young age? I will shoot you to death today, and all that bullshit genius will turn into ashes. In your next life, be a low-key person!"
This disciple named Ziguang was once slapped away by Zixia in the sect competition, and then slapped away by the Holy Son of Zifu. It can be said that his soul was severely hit. p>
From then on, he had the desire and desire to kill genius, and that almost morbid mentality echoed repeatedly in his heart.
Now that he heard the children of the Ji family say that he was a genius, his eyes began to shine with a strange light, which was a kind of eagerness, a desire, and a kind of morbid state of joy.
Boom
A purple energy emanated from his body, as vast as haze, and soon became as huge as a purple cloud.
The vast divine power and the heavy purple energy were pressing towards Zhang Wenchang with the same pressure as a mountain.
Buzz buzz.
The black spear in his hand was like a black lightning, as if it penetrated the void and shot toward Zhang Wenchang's eyebrows.
It was too fast, like a black light, shooting towards Zhang Wenchang.
Zhang Wenchang gently stroked his hands, and the guqin shot out countless sacred sounds of the avenue, turning into strips of light, colliding with the black spear, making a sonorous sound.
"Sure enough, there are two things!"
Zi Guang boasted in a pretentious manner, holding the black spear with both hands. His body seemed to turn into a black light, filling the sky with purple energy. He poured all his strength into Zhang Wenchang's eyebrows and wanted to nail him to the big blue stone.
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"Brother Zishan is so powerful!"
"This shot is really overbearing!"
"The divine light it emits is like the black sun, which can blind people's eyes."
"This spear is so powerful that it covers the sun in the sky!"
"Brother Zishan transcended the shackles of space, opened the shackles of time, sublimated in an instant, and took away this boy's life in a stunning moment!"
Ziguang struck the most stunning blow in his life. The black spear wanted to penetrate all obstacles and nail Zhang Wenchang to the ground.
"Ding dong, ding dong"
Zhang Wenchang pressed the guqin lightly, and thousands of rays of light shot out from the sky, slashing towards the purple light.
Click click click.
There was a shattering sound, and this powerful and domineering black spear was smashed into pieces two meters away from Zhang Wenchang and flew back.
"Ah..."
Zishan screamed and flew away. The black armor on his body was smashed into pieces, like broken copper and iron. The pieces of his spear flew everywhere and fell to the ground.
Zishan, who was lying on the ground, stood up unsteadily, his heart full of unwillingness, looking angry and helpless: "How can you be so strong!"
After he finished speaking, he fell to the sky. Before he touched the ground, with a pop, his whole body shattered into pieces and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye. No bones remained, and both body and soul were destroyed.
Only the black armor and spear fragments on the ground prove that there was once a person here and there was a fierce battle here.
Li Wuyou and Wang Cheng from the Holy Land of Light, Ji Chengliang, Ji Chengshan, and Ji Chengcheng from the Ji family acted together and instantly surrounded Zhang Wenchang.
There is no blood on the ground, no bones, everything has turned into ashes, leaving only some fragments of weapons, still emitting a shimmering cold light, the purple light died completely, no bones left, the ashes were wiped out, Bi entered the crematorium
The treatment was still clean, leaving nothing but fragments of weapons.
"How could this happen? Brother Zishan, who was so mighty and domineering just now, is gone in the blink of an eye?!"
They stared at Zhang Wenchang as if facing a formidable enemy.
