Chapter 1021 The powerful method of Wuzu's weapon refining, Kuiba stops the war
Facing Zhu Tianpeng's inquiry, Kuiba's face became even more proud.
With a slight cough, Kuiba said: "Awesome, these swords and saws were made by me according to the weapon refining techniques of the Witch Clan. They contain innate turbid air. Although the amount of innate turbid air is very small, it is very important to the soul of the monks."
But it’s absolutely harmful.”
"When I came to this eighteenth level of hell, a guy of Daluo Jinxian level was injured and came here. Although his power was sealed, his soul was extremely strong. The torture instruments before the sawing hell were of no use to him.
None, and he even provoked me without any shame."
"In a rage, I personally crafted three hundred and sixty knives and saws, and tortured the tough-talking guy to the point where he knelt down and begged for mercy. I still remember the way the guy looked at me before he left. There was no trace of resentment. What's more,
Most of it is fear, I believe that even if he is reincarnated, he will still shudder when he meets me!"
"But now there are more than 360 swords and saws. Looking at the postures, there are 3600 swords. I don't know how these guys did it. Could it be that after watching me refining it a few times, they just followed the instructions.
Out?"
Listening to Kuiba's proud words, Zhu Tianpeng's eyes flashed with horror.
Although he had thought about it when he saw Kuiba's expression before, he never expected that these swords and saws were so ferocious and could actually torture the soul of a Daluo Jinxian to the point of being unable to survive or die.
Subconsciously, Zhu Tianpeng glanced at Sun Wukong in the field.
I saw Sun Wukong holding the Ruyi Golden Cudgel and waving it continuously, constantly repelling the jailers who were approaching him.
But Sun Wukong's power seemed to be suppressed to a great extent. Every stick seemed to go all out, but even the Taiyi Golden Immortal-level jailer could not seriously injure him.
After a long time, Zhu Tianpeng finally put away his gaze and muttered in his heart: "It's incredible that the Wu Clan's weapon refining method is so powerful!"
"Think about it, after all, the Witch Clan was a dominant presence in the ancient times. Without this kind of weapon refining method, I'm afraid it would be difficult to suppress so many monks on the ground!"
"But this matter cannot continue like this. At least we cannot let Sun Wukong die here. After all, the person standing behind him is Nuwa. Even if this matter has nothing to do with me, but if he is implicated...
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Thinking of this, Zhu Tianpeng turned to look at Kuiba and said: "Brother Kuiba, since we are all here, you should tell those guys to stop. This Sun Wukong cannot be killed now."
Although Zhu Tianpeng is proud of his current power and even dares to offend a great magical person like Zhen Yuanzi, it does not mean that he dares to ignore the saint now. Even the weakest saint is not something he can compete with.
The blow that year was just a random thought of Nuwa. If it weren't for the existence of Xiaoqian World, Zhu Tianpeng would have died tragically at that time. Therefore, before he had absolute power, Zhu Tianpeng would never make a rash choice.
Offend Nuwa.
Nine steps to reach the sky. Only by completing the nine steps to reach the sky can he have the power to compete with the saint. Only in this way can he completely change his fate of becoming a chess piece five hundred years later.
After hearing Zhu Tianpeng's words, Kuiba hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Although it is already known that Sun Wukong is a chess piece sent by Nuwa, and is likely to be the main force against the Wu clan in the future, Kuiba cannot take action now. After all, he still has Zhu Tianpeng to ask for, and Zhu Tianpeng will definitely not
I will watch Sun Wukong die here.
The most important thing is that if Zhu Tianpeng wants to help the Wu clan, he will naturally need the help of Sun Wukong. This will fall into an endless loop. If he wants Zhu Tianpeng to help, he must let Sun Wukong go.
As soon as he thought of this, Kuiba let out a heavy breath, stepped forward, and shouted in a low voice: "Stop it!"
As Kuiba finished speaking, Sun Wukong and the jailer in the arena were suddenly shaken physically and mentally. After the movements in their hands stopped, they turned their heads and looked towards the area where Kuiba was.
The next second, Sun Wukong and the jailer shrank their eyes and said in silence: "Lord Kuiba!"
"Brother Canopy!"
After a while, the guards who besieged Sun Wukong put away their knives and saws, lined up one by one in front of Kuiba, knelt down on one knee and said: "Greetings to Lord Kuiba!"
In response, Kui Ba waved his hand and said, "Everyone, get up. What is going on?"
As Kuiba finished speaking, a jailer stepped forward and replied: "To Sir Kuiba, this is what happened..."
It turned out that not long ago, Sun Wukong broke into the Saw Hell, but after searching around, he could not find Bai Jingjing's soul. In anger, Sun Wukong grabbed a jailer and asked.
And did the jailer know where Bai Jingjing's soul was? After answering that he didn't know, he was directly killed by the violent Sun Wukong. This also angered many jailers in the Saw Hell, and the two sides fought together.
After listening to the jailer's story, Kui Ba looked at Sun Wukong who was already approaching and said: "What a majestic power, Sun Wukong, he is worthy of being the Great Sage. I really admire this evil spirit."
As soon as these words came out, Sun Wukong's expression changed.
He was not a fool, and he could not detect the sarcasm contained in Quiba's words.
But Sun Wukong also understood what Kuiba's identity was, and since this place was the eighteenth level of hell in the Netherworld, he did not dare to do anything to Kuiba rashly.
Thinking of this, Sun Wukong ignored Kuiba's cynicism, walked up to Zhu Tianpeng, cupped his fists and saluted: "Brother Tianpeng, you are also down, can you help me ask about the whereabouts of Jingjing's soul?
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Hearing this, Zhu Tianpeng glanced at Sun Wukong.
I have to say that this Sun Wukong is a bit irritable, and this kind of thing can be solved very well by itself.
But Sun Wukong was so excited that he made a fuss in the Eighteenth Level of Hell. If he and Quiba hadn't come here, Sun Wukong would probably have been killed by these jailers with knives and saws.
Although he was extremely unhappy with Sun Wukong's deeds, Zhu Tianpeng had no intention of refusing. After all, he still needed Sun Wukong to help him complete his plan.
As soon as he thought of this, Zhu Tianpeng immediately turned to look at Kuiba and said: "Brother Kuiba, since you are familiar with this place, I just have something to ask you. Please help ask these jailers. Where are the immortal bones and memory beads that the fairy in heaven was deprived of?"
Where? Also, does any jailer know where the white crystal soul exists?"
Hearing Zhu Tianpeng's words, Queba immediately put away his sarcastic look. After exhaling, he turned to look at the jailer who had just reported back to him and said, "You heard me, don't give me any sloppy looks.
Tell me everything you know. If you dare to hide anything, you all know the methods of this emperor!"