One thousand seven hundred and eighty-six chapters Kunlun God (twenty-seven)
"How is that possible?"
Everyone was in a state of shock, their teeth were sore, they were dizzy, and they almost lost their minds.
Whoosh!
But in the invisible flames that licked the heavens, the people who should have turned into ashes now became more and more clear.
Although it is no longer as arrogant as it was when it had three heads and six arms, it still has a breathtaking and terrifying power, which is clearly reflected in everyone's mind.
What shocked everyone was that they could clearly see it right in front of them, but they could feel it as if they were at the end of the world.
What comes into view is clearly a human form, but what is reflected in the mind sometimes seems like an unruly demon god, sometimes like a compassionate Buddha, sometimes as natural as the complete truth of the Tao.
When you look closely, you see that he looks just like an ordinary person, with nothing strange about him!
What's even more frightening is that when you want to switch between the three, you want to see Buddha clearly, but what you see is Quanzhen. When you look at Quanzhen seriously, what appears is an unruly and domineering demon!
Tsk!
The boundless mountain of books, connected to the sky and the earth, running through the heavens, curls up in invisible flames at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if thousands of years have passed in an instant, and there is a sign of weathering.
"puff……"
Zhao Shuhangjun's face was pale, and his brows were deeply furrowed, as if he was experiencing unimaginable pain. The veins on the palm of his hand holding the sword were protruding, his knuckles were white, and he was shaking uncontrollably.
"Your hands..."
Beside him, a powerful pseudo-saint from the temples looked horrified, his mind was unsteady, and he involuntarily took a few steps back.
"hiss……"
Everyone followed the sound and couldn't help but widen their eyes and gasped.
I saw that Zhao Shuhang's round and fair skin seemed to have lost moisture in a way that no one could understand. In an instant, it shriveled up like a dying old man, and there were even spots on it, like age spots.
"Zombie!"
Only a few well-informed and powerful pseudo-sages uttered two words with ugly expressions.
Those mottled marks seem to be exuding a deep twilight aura, but if you feel it carefully, it is certainly not difficult to distinguish. It is clearly a corpse aura that exudes ominousness and death!
If it were normal, that would be fine, but Zhao Shuhang was a newly promoted Holy Realm power, and his vitality was like the sun rising in the east, so how could he have death energy in his body?
Moreover, even if he is really caught by extremely vicious evil methods, what power can ignore the original power of the holy path of a powerful saint, directly affect his body, and make him defenseless?
"This is……"
The original holy power of Haoran Qi in Zhao Shuhang's body was running wildly, but the external power that invaded the body seemed invisible and was not affected by its holy power at all.
Although he can still hold on for a while with his strength, if he doesn't deal with this strange force, his arm alone won't be able to stop it!
It is not that there are no treasures that can restore the body of a saint, but now that we have to face Wu Ming, a lifelong enemy, how can we have time to find such treasures and restore the body?
But if he doesn't make a decisive decision, not only will this arm not be saved, but the continued battle will also be distracted from suppressing the external forces in his body.
What was most difficult for him to accept, even shocking, was that his connection with Shushan Sword had faded at an unimaginable speed.
In just a moment, it became almost as if there was nothing there, and even those who were studying sea fans seemed to be affected.
Zhao Shuhang looked up in confusion, and saw the two purple-green holy swords that he originally had high hopes for. However, they did not hurt Wu Ming at all. When they touched the invisible flames around him, they exuded waves of emotions like a swallow's embrace.
Crisp sword chant.
"Battle flag!"
The young man who was waving the big flag suddenly had his eyes turn red and his arms snapped, as if he had been blown away by a hurricane rolled up by the rustling Iron-Blooded War Flag.
If there hadn't been a military strategist with quick eyes and quick hands to protect him, he would have been injured even more seriously.
"puff……"
The young Taoist priest's mouth was bleeding, and his face had aged countless years in an instant. He looked at the figure in the invisible flames with horror, his figure staggering, as if he was unsteady, "What kind of power is this?"
"Amitabha, very good!"
Although his elegance and unparalleled beauty were still the same, there was a strong and irreversible twilight energy billowing out from the young monk's body, and the Buddha's name he recited gradually became inaudible.
"Every cause must have its effect, and your retribution...is me!"
Wu Ming walked slowly out of the light and shadow, his voice seemed indifferent, without any emotion, but it gave people a supreme majesty like the law of heaven.
As strong as a false saint, before the sound could be heard, and just when he saw Wu Ming's figure walking out, he involuntarily lowered his arrogant head. Even though he knew it was wrong, his body instinctively did so!
This is pressure from the life level!
Everyone's hearts were beating wildly. Could it be said that...Wu Ming broke through and became a saint?
No, although this pressure from life is strong, it does not have the pressure of the holy realm. It is more like the pure pressure of heaven and earth, like the coming of the great road and the transformation of all roads!
Those who were not in the highest level bowed their heads, as if they saw the Holy Emperor going out on patrol and kneeling down to greet him, but there was no resistance at all, and he spoke from the bottom of his heart.
Even those who were as powerful as Zhao Shuhang, a newly promoted Holy Realm power, the young monk who looked like a Buddhist son, the young Taoist priest whose Taoism was natural, or the iron-blooded and unyielding young general, all bowed their heads as if they were surrendering.
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Even better, lead your neck to be slaughtered!
No matter how much they wanted to resist in their hearts, their bodies instinctively acted in the opposite direction, as if it was meant to be!
"Three thousand and six hundred years ago, on Wuya Island in the South China Sea, monsters were rampant. The Dragon Palace Demon Emperor Hu Kui slaughtered the human people on the island for no reason. Thirty-four towns and 125 villages totaled 4,673,000 people.
Seven hundred and thirty-three!”
Wu Ming's eyes were like a torch, as if a god had come to the world, and read out the rules of heaven. Wherever he looked, the body of a Nanhai Demon Lord trembled, and the unstoppable demonic light spread out, turning into a ferocious thousand-foot-long lobster covered with golden and red tiger stripes.
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"I belong to the Nanhai Tribe, and the human race has no control...ah!"
Before he finished speaking, this Nanhai Demon Lord, who had never met Wu Ming before but had a karmic relationship when he was trapped in an empty island, spewed out immeasurable flames from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.
Each time the flames flickered, a rich demonic light flashed three times in succession. No change was seen in its huge demonic body. Suddenly, with a shock, it turned into flying ash and scattered.
"Twenty-eight hundred years ago, the people of Qiongzhou in the South China Sea suffered from a flood that had not happened in a century. Tens of millions of people were displaced, and millions of lives were lost in shipwrecks. This was all because the waters of the Dragon Palace in the South China Sea captured sharks and stole the coastal water veins!"
Wu Ming's eyes turned and fell on a demon king who had transformed into the true form of a thousand-foot-long shark. It was the shark who once hunted Wu Ming for his son, and forged a great cause and effect!
"I..."
The majestic peak demon king just uttered two words and followed in the footsteps of the former, without the power to resist.
"The Tianlong River demon fish Heijie has a violent and murderous nature. For thousands of years, you have repeatedly caused troubles and flooded the two rivers, causing disasters to countless people. Countless people have died because of you!"
Wu Ming turned his eyes again and landed on a thousand-foot-long black fish.
At that time, Wu Ming went south to avoid disaster and went to the Southern Wei Dynasty. When he passed by the Tianlong River, this beast carried the treasure of the Tianlong River and walked the holy road to seal the town, cut off the space barrier of heaven and earth, and chased him thousands of miles away.
Although he was severely injured by Wu Ming's design in the end, and was severely injured by Hui Nan when he arrived in time, he also formed an indissoluble bond because of it!
Once, this beast even viciously threatened to flood the two rivers to take revenge on Wu Ming.
Don't you know that over the years, and even earlier, thousands of years ago, this beast has done this countless times, treating the human race as ants, bullying and brutalizing at will, killing and injuring countless people?
It's a pity that because he holds a temporary position in the Tianlong Palace and is a water tribe spiritual official canonized by the human race, the few incidents that happened were only a salary and a fine, which did not hurt his muscles and bones at all.
As time passed, its old ways emerged and caused trouble again, killing countless human beings.
At this time, he didn't even have a chance to speak. He was twisting and wailing in the invisible flames. Even the demon soul had no chance to escape and turned into ashes.
Although the three demon masters died very quickly, everyone could see that they suffered an unknown amount of cruel punishment before their death.
Having his soul extracted and refined, being cut into pieces with a thousand cuts, are not enough to describe the pain he suffered!
Everyone was shocked, their faces were pale, and they wanted to resist, but the power in their bodies seemed to be not their own. They could clearly feel it, but they couldn't muster any strength.
All I could do was watch helplessly as Wu Ming called names one by one. Everywhere he looked, his crimes were listed, and all of them were in vain, without any luck.
At this moment, everyone's scalps were numb and they all shrank their necks, for fear of being seen by Wu Ming.
Looking at the world of cultivation, there is almost no one who can do it without blood on his hands. In such a situation, life and death are all decided by Wu Ming.
What kind of supernatural power is this, and how powerful is it? How can there be such a heaven-defying power in the world?
Although they were very reluctant to believe it, the fact was right in front of them and they could not tolerate disbelief, because Wu Mingzheng killed a famous monster and strong man in an incomprehensible way.
It's not just the words that follow the law, it's better than the words that follow the law, it's more like the rules of heaven!
Even those who are as powerful as Zhao Shuhang in the Holy Realm seem to have lost their resistance at this time, let alone them?
"Li Li!"
Finally, Wu Ming walked up to a young girl with a fox tail behind her and an extraordinary appearance. Her pretty face turned pale, and I felt pity for her.
"Kill if you want, don't even think about it..."
Li Liyin gritted her teeth, but before she could finish her words, her pupils reflected the ever-expanding palms, and then her eyesight went dark, and there was no more sound.
"Bitch!"
Wu Ming snorted disdainfully, and slapped Li Li into ashes with one palm. He didn't even bother to read out his charges, and instead looked at the several real dragons who were trembling as if they had seen a ghost.
Among them are not only Xihai Aoyin, who had a deal with Wu Ming, but also Beihai Aoyun, who had a bad relationship with him, and an unknown true dragon statue from the East China Sea.
"Wu Ming, don't forget that you and I, Xihai, had a transaction. You..."
Ao Yin's delicate body trembled continuously, and it was difficult to maintain her body. She was changing back and forth between half human and half dragon, which was extremely weird.
The condition of the other two true dragons was not much better, and they all showed fear.
"Wu Ming, you only practice the path of cause and effect, but you can't control everyone's life and death!"
Just when Wu Ming opened his mouth and was about to convict the real dragon, a cold shout suddenly came from the top of the sky, and there was a roaring sound from the top of the sky, roaring down like thunder.
Astonishingly, it was Zhao Shuhang who, at some point, got rid of the invisible pressure of the blockade and activated the Shushan Sword and Xuehai Fan to attack! (To be continued)