Chapter 126 The three-year-old boy beats the thousand-year-old demon
The scene was very quiet for a while.
No matter how hard the Centipede Spirit racked his brains, he never thought of——
That little brat who only shoots cold shots into an asshole,
That little brat whose breath is no better than the realm of golden elixir,
That little brat who doesn’t have the slightest bit of self-consciousness as a monk,
After breaking the seal that hid his cultivation level, he couldn't even recognize the level of a great demon who was about to transcend and ascend!
Could it be that... he is a banished immortal who descended from the immortal world to the mortal world?
A possibility suddenly flashed through Pudu Cihang's mind.
The more he thought about it, the more he thought it was true. Centipede Jing just felt like he was a thousand-year-old child, and he had never felt so wronged before.
You were an immortal. If you had told me earlier, I would have known about it earlier. How could I still dare to stroke your tiger beard?
Besides, you, a high-ranking immortal, come here to play pig and eat tiger with me as a little character, and you don’t feel anxious?
Unfortunately, Nezha doesn't feel the slightest bit guilty about relying on the strong to bully the weak.
Two long-planned punches hit Pudu Cihang's old face, but there was a heart-wrenching sound of broken scales, and two dragon eyes the size of copper bells suddenly turned black around the eye sockets.
It's like a huge soy sauce shop has been opened, with red and black sauces everywhere.
And the one who tightly grasped the dragon's beard was no longer the tender and cute doll like a ball of flesh, but a rich and handsome young man with an aura as strong as the abyss.
Carrying a fire-tipped spear filled with fireworks, the ten-foot-long Hun Tianling was guarding him. His eyes seemed to be filled with blazing flames, with an uncontrollable desire to kill wildly.
Centipede Spirit has never seen such a rough and straightforward fighting style.
Give up the indestructible fire-pointed spear, give up the Hun Tian Ling that restrains all things, and just simply bite with fists, feet, and even teeth——
It's like a wild beast, without any rules but like an antelope hanging its horns, and it's made by nature.
This...you are a monster, and I am a monster?
The Centipede Spirit, who has always used his power to bully others, has never felt so helpless and frustrated.
Another large piece of flesh and blood was torn from his back. It seemed that the blood had inspired Nezha's madness. Hun Tianling suddenly reached out from his palm and wrapped it around Pudu Cihang's neck several times.
The young man squeezed hard and used brute force to pull the old centipede down from the sky.
For a time, the dust and smoke rising from all directions filled everyone's sight.
"It just so happens that I am short of a short coat, so I will stretch your muscles and peel off your skin today so that I can take it back and ask my mother to make me a brand new pair of coats!"
Although they couldn't look directly, there were faint intermittent words coming from the dust, and everyone was covered in cold sweat.
From time to time, Pudu Cihang's two feeble wails are accompanied, which makes people feel the chilling feeling.
"Ahem, Nezha, if you want to torment you, you will take this Pudu Cihang benefactor to the countryside to torment him. If you continue to torment him like this, the entire Ming Dynasty Palace will be destroyed."
The centipede spirit's body, which was more than ten feet long, could not stop tossing and rolling on the ground, as if a moderate earthquake had occurred out of thin air within the palace wall, which frightened the people outside the palace wall.
Fa Hai, who really couldn't stand it anymore, coughed twice and suggested kindly.
In the dust, the movement suddenly stopped. After a while of tea, a figure slowly walked out from inside and came to Fa Hai and tilted his head.
With that indifferent look in his eyes, even Emperor Zhengde who was watching on the sidelines was attentive, waving his hands and replying:
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. As long as we can get rid of this evil beast and rebuild the palace after it collapses, the little mage can enjoy himself."
I am very impressed by the way of following the heart from a certain Zen master.
Fortunately, it may be due to the effect of reading Buddhist scriptures in the past period, or it may be the reliable image that Fahai has left for little Nezha these days.
After hesitating for a moment, Nezha nodded and agreed with Fahai's statement.
"Let me listen to you for a moment. I will arrest that big guy and take him to the countryside for processing."
Before the Centipede Spirit could show his relief that he had escaped disaster, the smile solidified on his face again.
I saw Nezha grabbing the old demon's long beard with one hand and flying towards the suburbs without using any force.
"By the way, remember to come back early. The seal has been lifted for too long. Nezha, you have to be careful to restrain your reason and don't let the murderous intention go to your head."
After that, he suddenly remembered something, and Fa Hai warned him again.
"I know! What a verbose monk, like an old woman..."
He paused, and although he was still mumbling, Nezha apparently still listened to what he said.
It wasn't until Nezha walked away with Centipede's broken body that the silence in the palace was broken.
No one would have thought that the Millennium Centipede Spirit, who had been plotting in the court for several years and even overpowered two Dharma Realms at one time, would end up being so dramatically lost in the hands of a three-year-old baby.
Seeing that Nezha, whose body was just a tiny one compared to that of Pudu Cihang, who was like a small mountain, was effortlessly carrying such a big demon and fluttering away, a sense of absurdity suddenly arose in the hearts of everyone.
"Little elder, then Nezha... little friend, are you really only three or four years old this year?"
Lu Bu pursed his chapped lips and asked inexplicably.
"Exactly."
Guessing what the other party was thinking, Fahai sincerely gave an affirmative answer.
"That's really... it's better than reincarnation!"
It took a long time for Wen Hou to hold back a sentence, but at the end it turned into a helpless sigh.
Thinking about the martial arts that I have practiced diligently for most of my life, in the end it was only by chance that I crossed the threshold of the fourth level. As a result, Nezha was born with a sixth level of power and had to rely on seals to suppress his own cultivation.
This made Lu Bu couldn't help but use a Three Kingdoms curse.
The end point of my self-disciplined struggle for most of my life is not as good as the starting line of others.
Although they were in the same group and there was no resentment, a certain Lord Wen still had the sour taste of lemon in his mouth.
I'm so envious... No, I'm so angry!
Seeing Lu Bu standing there blankly, lost in thought, he was obviously in a daze.
"Your Excellency Marquis Wen, how about you listen to the next story?"
Fahai thought for a moment and then suddenly said.
"Oh...Okay, okay, little elder, please speak."
When he came back to his senses in a daze, he saw that Fahai was talking to him. Lu Bu hurriedly agreed. He was also a little curious about what the other party would say in this situation.
"That was an interesting thing that the group leader mentioned to me a few days ago."
"It is said that in the world he is in, there is an existence called the Wushi Emperor, uh, that is, the seventh level in the chat group standard. He has special talents. He is the innate Taoist Holy Body, and he is a sixth level saint when he is born.
realm.”
"However, a being like him who was born almost standing at the end of the road, but after entering the path of spiritual practice, he resolutely chose to give up his cultivation and start over. Why do you think this is?"
Without any hesitation, Fahai put the blame on Wang Ziwen's head. With a smile on his face, Fahai looked at Lu Bu who was deep in thought and asked.