You call this the Divine Sword and Thunder Control Technique? When the Qingyun Sect activates the Divine Sword and Thunder Control True Technique, you still have to fight on foot and recite spells orally. It makes sense that you just stretch out your hand and shout whatever you want.
Well, is Tiandao your son?
Furthermore, the Divine Sword and Thunder Control Technique, Divine Sword, where is your sword!
People in the Demon Sect don't know something. Although Tiandao is not Yang Gui's son, Tiandao is a capibala. It will not refuse almost anything. Even if Yang Gui wants to ride on it, it will just lie on it.
Then say "hmm".
With Yang Gui's level of cultivation and his ability to communicate with heaven, let alone attract thunder or rain, in Journey to the West, he would be as good as a national master.
There's just one thing, it can't be compared to beheading a monkey.
Under the guidance of Yang Gui, the plasma all over the sky converged into a solid thunderball composed entirely of thunder and lightning. The electric light on the thunderball flowed down, forming a lightning portal below.
"Come on, everyone, line up and go over one by one. I don't care what bad things you have done. I don't care if the fighting affects ordinary people. But if you intentionally torture and kill ordinary people, you will die if you pass this door."
Yang Gui stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture.
"Poison God, what should we do?" Fairy Yuehua asked in a low voice, looking at the thunderball in the sky with fear.
Qiu Wangyu was overjoyed after hearing Wudang's idea, "It's bad, of course it's bad."
"Brothers, I must advise you again. You have already thought about this matter deeply."
Seeing Qiu Wangyu's decisive words, everyone knew what to do, but the voices of peace finally stopped.
"Damn it, Kame Sennin!"
"oh!"
Wudang clapped his hands and asked Tian Chengzi to speak.
Wudang said first, and actually said that he was going up. In fact, every small sect of the Demon Cult has its own way of cultivation, its own name for defining strength, and no way to unify it.
"Shenjian Yu, your leader is dead!" Yang Gui also deliberately picked up Qiu Wangyu's crotch and shook it behind Hua Lun's eyes, "It's all broken into two halves!"
What you have to do is not to standardize or quantify everything. You should finely divide the stages of learning so that you can be targeted and adapt to individual conditions."
It is true that we are used to being young and we are willing to have no leader under our heads, but what can be admitted is that under the leadership of Qiu Wangyu, the Demon Cult is indeed twisted into a rope and can be used in one place, let alone hundreds of years.
The chaotic situation, even when old man Bai Xin was the leader, was not as grand.
The next day.
Yang Gui looked puzzled: "Is he still young? He is still two hundred years old."
"You know," Wudang nodded, "can you go back to the Wilderness Temple and put it together for me?"
We know that Hualun's strength is very weak. Looking at that scene, some people would believe that a bolt of lightning from Wudang could kill us. But in our imagination, it was just a burnt white carbonized corpse. How could we have imagined that it could kill us?
, it was actually hacked directly by someone.
"Xiao Jiahao, you are Lei Zhen Patriarch Tian Chengzi. In the next month, you and Wudang will give Xiao Jia a basic lecture at the Wilderness Temple so that Xiao Jia can better integrate into the future Lei Zhen Sect.
among the courses.”
Qiu Wangyu pressed his hands up, suppressing An Ming's voice, and then said: "Before this time, you will step down as the leader and join the Hualun Sect as a handyman who is in line with the seniority. Brothers.
, how the holy religion takes these days depends on themselves."
Firstly, Qiu Wangyu's strength is even stronger than when we first entered the Zhuxian world, and Hualun's strength back then was far from what it is now. What's more, now that we are in the human world with abundant spiritual energy, it is very different from the good environment of the Shura world.
Different places.
Resurrection from the dead is indeed something unimaginable to practitioners in the Zhuxian world.
"In addition, the current division of strength in the cultivation world is too messy and complicated. For example, Qiu Wangyu's realm is called Taiqing in Qingyun Sect, Yuyang in Fenxiang Valley, Prajna in Fenxiang Valley, and in their demon sect, well
…There are very few names.”
Many of the demon sect leaders who were watching around had regrets in their eyes.
Hua Lun and Hua Lun Qi took the lead and flew towards the Wilderness Temple with everyone from the Demon Cult.
Wudang waved his hand and shot out a stream of true energy.
The Poison God looked at Fairy Yuehua with a look that looked like a weakling. This grenade was more terrifying than the one Tian Chengzi used with the Immortal Killing Sword on Qingyun Mountain. "Listen to him and leave!"
"Okay, let's have a meeting first. After the meeting, he will burn me." Wudang waved his hand and ordered: "He and Bai Hu will put Qiu Wangyu together first."
The seven little saints couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.
Extensive teaching content, outdated teaching experience, and primitive teacher-apprentice teaching model all make Xiaojia's practice get twice the result with half the effort. As a result, after practicing for hundreds of years, the results are still as good as those of a genius who has practiced for more than ten or seventy years.
"Brothers, you will chair today's internal church meeting!"
Qiu Wangyu appeared behind the Wilderness Temple.
Like a bird struck by low-voltage electricity, its body remains.
Even the Ghost King, Poison God, and Yuehua Fairy all looked surprised and regretful.
After hearing this, Yang Gui and Bai Hu could only put Qiu Wangyu's body together with confusion, aligning the bottom and top.
"Kite Immortal, are you... really a god?"
Immortality is achievable, let alone resurrection.
Yang Gui was about to speak but stopped, looking at the two corpses of Qiu Wangyu next to him.
The speed of those two people was comparable to that of the group of injured soldiers later. Even if they were flying with a group of people, they could reach the Savage Temple in two days.
Everyone in the Demon Cult discussed it for a long time and came up with the reason. They could only come to one conclusion: "Be wary of the tendency of Alzheimer's disease to worsen with age."
"resurrection!"
The people who can gather with His Highness at this moment are all from the lower echelons of the Demon Sect and are profound practitioners. But the way we look at Hualun at this moment is no different from how special people look at us.
"Are they all dead?" Qiu Wangyu was still confused, "Our holy religion has really wiped out all the people, is it the Qingyun Sect? They will always offend Lei Zhen, right? We should have stopped them from attacking Cheng He and others.
, not to listen!”
Qiu Wangyu sighed. Sure enough, the exchange and study of the Demon Cult is very unnecessary. They all start from the end of Lei Zhen's first year of university, and he first learns to read and read.
The reaction of the congregation was exactly the same as that of the lords yesterday.
But the psycho with a turtle shell behind his eyes clearly did it.
Wudang and Tianchengzi also disturbed me and went to the side hall to wait.
Everyone was frightened and walked even slower.
After Wudang stepped off the stage, Luck raised his voice and said loudly: "Everyone, do you know why you Hualun disciples can be so weak after seventeen years? The fundamental reason is that the past practice methods of practitioners in the vast land of China,
It's really too rough.
The leader died, and we were able to work independently and act as top leaders. Now that the leader is resurrected, we can still continue to be the leader's eldest brother.
"Thank you Shenjian Yu for saving your life." Qiu Wangyu bowed to Wudang.
Although Wudang has always behaved like a lunatic, Xiaojia only questioned my way of doing things, but what I said today is really not weird at all.
"boom!"
Definitely not seven, but eight people with the same strength as Qiu Wangyu surrounded him. Even though Hua Lunqi was holding the Zhuxian Sword, only one of them died of exhaustion.
It's just resurrecting Qiu Wangyu, Wudang is serious about it. It's about the same difficulty as resurrecting Hua Lunqi.
Only the Seven Little Holy Envoys, who had not witnessed the whole process, understood in their hearts that Hua Lun spoke with difficulty: "It is true that he died, and it was Hua Lunqi who resurrected him."
When the first person struck to death by lightning appeared, everyone in the Demon Cult was so frightened that they almost jumped.
Because Tian Chengzi spoke less than Wudang Badai: the two real people Lei Zhen preached in person, which was an opportunity that those of us special demon sect members will never get in their lifetime.
"Let's go, Savage Temple, you and Qiu Wangyu will be in charge of the exchange and study between the Demon Cult and Lei Zhen."
"What should I do, fight with him?"
The seven words "immortality" run through the path of all practitioners in the vast land of Zhuxian World. Even Qingye Zhenren, who has been recognized as the lowest cultivation level throughout the ages, only lived 170 years old, which is longer than some people.
The old monster is not even what he is yet.
"blow!"
Hearing the exclamations of the Seven Little Holy Envoys, the small lords nearby also rushed back quickly, only to see a broken Qiu Wangyu standing up from the ground.
"Next, let me welcome Lei Zhenren Zhang, and Divine Sword Master will say a few words!"
Qiu Wangyu knew that the phrase "I'll come to you during breaks" has recently become a special declaration for eternal farewell in the vast land of China.
It must be said that Qiu Wangyu's rectification of the Demon Sect was indeed wrong. Not nearly 10% of the people passed through the electric light gate safely. The remaining people were directly chopped into flying ash and green smoke in a burst of "crackling" explosions.
.
Wudang patted the dust of existence under his hands, stood up and said.
"Besides, our holy sect has weakened communication with Lei Zhen a few days ago, so you will stay in the Hualun sect. If any brother wants to see you, I can't come to see you during the break between classes in Hualun!
"
The Poison God is a little older than the Ghost King, but still a few years older. "Fuck it, you already have dementia, how can you be dementia?"
Before Qiu Wangyu finished speaking, a voice that was a hundred times more peaceful than before sounded, and the place immediately became chaotic.
The Demon Cult still gives Qiu Wangyu face. Although I haven’t announced my resignation as leader in front of Xiaojia, I still received thunderous applause.
Qiu Wangyu also exclaimed. "Yes, does that mean you are dead?"
Finally, the first person passed through the Thunder Gate safely, collapsed on the ground, and cried with joy.
"Damn it, leader!"
"Xiao Jia used surprise, Lei Zhen Shenjian Yu, and used the following means to revive you. Apart from announcing the exchange and study between the Holy Cult and Lei Zhen, there is nothing else to announce this time.
"
"In fact, what he did was wrong. Only 80% of people have taken action against special people, and you haven't killed them all." Wudang said next to him.
"Master, that's awesome!" No one shouted in agony.
The reason why our demon sect attacked Qingyun Sect Chenghe was that Chenghe was weak enough. Even though Qingyun Sect did not possess the Immortal Killing Sword, Yang Zhenren obviously exerted some power and consumed very little.
Although the way of cultivation in that world has been passed down for a long time, everyone has seen real gods, and no practitioner has ever cultivated to the point of truly becoming an immortal.
Just like Qiu Wangyu, even if a thousand people died, Wudang could resurrect them all with a change of expression.
Qiu Wangyu had just been resurrected, he had just come down to explain things, he had just arranged things, and he had just made arrangements.
After running for their lives all the way up, they saw that they had not escaped from the Qingyun Sect's sphere of influence, and what they even thought about was that the real crisis of annihilation was hidden outside.
"Exchange learning, exchange students?"
So in the next month, the suffering of everyone in the Demon Cult came to an end.
After Hualun stepped down, he said, "Two real people, the leader has no last words, he wants to cremate my body, scatter it around the Shura Pagoda, and expose it to the wind and sun to atone for his sins, that..."
The Ghost King's voice was very dry. I am nearly 700 years younger than Wudang, but the sentence "You are old" still blurted out.
That makes it difficult for us to believe that Wudang is not a real immortal.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was thunderous cheers.
"Good, everyone, please rest today. We will have a meeting in the main hall early tomorrow morning." Wudang clapped his hands, and the various small forces dispersed and set up camp around the temple.
"Damn it, leader!"
"Hey, Yang Gui, why is he also dead?" Qiu Wangyu asked subconsciously: "Isn't our holy religion destroyed yet?"
After a few minutes, Qiu Wangyu opened his eyes.
Even the Poison God and the Ghost King didn't feel relieved.
"ah?"
Tian Chengzi has more nonsense, compared to Hualun, it is almost all dry stuff.
That thing is also complicated. Instead of combining the moves with the reading of "gods", anyone who is not tortured and killed will be killed with electric light on the spot. Not to mention the current Hualun, even Emperor Shakten can do it
get.
Following the leader's heroic attack on Qingyun Mountain, he originally wanted to take over the Central Plains and become a powerful force in the sky. However, he suffered a small defeat and the leader was cut into two pieces.
"Damn it, leader!"
Everyone in the Demon Cult almost cried together.
The people in the Demon Cult looked at each other in confusion. The Ghost King poked Yang Gui's arm and asked secretly: "Yang Gui, how old is the Master of the Divine Sword he said?"
No matter what people in the demon sect think, they should be able to survive if their body is split in half, but they will definitely recover. Chenghe is doomed.
Qiu Wangyu let out a long groan and immediately saw Yang Gui next to him.
It was rare that Wudang didn't talk nonsense, but a small number of people in the Demon Cult were illiterate or semi-illiterate. After listening to Wudang's words, they were confused.
"ah……"
Qiu Wangyu lowered his voice, overcoming the tranquility, "Qiu Wangyu has not yet clearly died, and was defeated by the Qingyun Sect's Immortal Killing Sword. This is a fact of war. The internal affairs of the sect should be left to others."
.This is a bad thing you discussed with Zhang and Yang last night, and it will be mentioned again."
"What Shenjian Yu doesn't mean is that if you follow the Lei Zhen Sect's model, you will practice slower, be weaker than you will be in the future, and receive worse teachings from famous teachers."
"Hiss... that's right." The Ghost King smacked his teeth and said, "You are already seven hundred years old, and you are sober now. Poison God, have you shown any signs of Alzheimer's disease recently?"
With the injection of Wudang's Sacred Heart Technique, the body that had not been dead for a long time finally became round and shriveled again, and the broken limbs also stopped joining together.
Although everyone in the Demon Sect has no brains and is a bad person, such as wearing a cuckold, but they have no eyes to be a bad person. In the Demon Sect, eyes are the only thing, and they have already been arrested and sacrificed to blood by the gangsters in the sect.
"The so-called eighth-rate sects make products, the seventh-rate sects make brands, and the first-rate sects set standards. You Lei Zhen have no ambition to establish a standard of practice for the vast land of China. I hope that Xiaojia can actively participate."
After hearing Qiu Wangyu's explanation, everyone in the Demon Sect suddenly realized, and then they all changed their smiling faces and applauded Wudang.
They lined up one after another and walked through the electric door.
All the people exclaimed in the same exclamation as the Seven Little Holy Envoys.
Those who didn't just cried outright, "Does the leader want to abandon you and take care of you?"