He glanced at Duke Dong and said, "Lu Dongbin, don't think that I won't recognize you just because you have changed your waistcoat."
As soon as these words came out, Prince Dong looked ugly.
He did fall in the ancient times, but because he was the head of the male immortals canonized by Tao Ancestor, he was qualified to be reincarnated.
But when he became Lu Dongbin, he was suppressed by Zhu Tianpeng and couldn't hold his head up. He was even beaten by Zhu Tianpeng to the point where he could only choose to endure it and didn't even have the intention to do the right thing.
Even though he has restored his ancient memories and even reached the Pseudo-Saint Great Consummation, he still has no confidence in dealing with Zhu Tianpeng and has always chosen to avoid conflict with him.
At this moment, looking at Zhu Tianpeng who jumped out, Dong Wanggong's eyes were not only frightened and angry, but also filled with determination for revenge.
He raised the dragon-head crutch in his hand, stared at Zhu Tianpeng and said: "Damn Zhu Tianpeng, I won't trouble you, but you actually dare to come to trouble me, I want you today
die!"
As he spoke, Duke Dong's body surged with momentum, and he waved the dragon-headed crutch in his hand. The power of law, which was infinitely close to 10%, swept directly towards Zhu Tianpeng.
Seeing this, a cold light flashed in Zhu Tianpeng's eyes, and he raised his hand as the law of time and space surged, and he was ready to take action.
"Prince Dong, your opponent is me!"
However, before Zhu Tianpeng could take action, a golden figure appeared on the field, and the long black stick instantly grew larger, carrying a strong wind and smashing it towards Dong Wangong's face.
Seeing this situation, anger flashed in Prince Dong's eyes.
It was impossible not to be angry at Zhu Tianpeng's attack on him again.
Without the slightest hesitation, Dongwanggong's original target changed and he directly faced the incoming black stick.
Bang——
Two forces exploded, and the power of the two laws swept across. As the strong wind rose, Sun Wukong roared repeatedly. The tiger's mouth cracked and blood spilled out, but he endured the pain and persisted.
Outside the area where the two were fighting, Zhu Tianpeng felt the power of the two laws emerging, and couldn't help but frown, secretly thinking: "Is this the Pure Yang Law?"
"No, this is definitely not the Pure Yang Law, otherwise it would be impossible to ignore the power of Sun Wukong's Devouring Law."
"Then what law is this? Is there any law of invincibility that is similar to the law of pure Yang?"
Just as Zhu Tianpeng was thinking, Duke Dongwang's angry scolding was deafening: "Monkey, get out of my way!"
The next second, the power of the real body exploded, the dragon-head crutch hit the long stick, a harsh sound of metal clanging resounded, and Sun Wukong's body was knocked away again.
However, Sun Wukong did not fly very far this time. After being knocked several dozen feet away, he was directly caught by Jin Chanzi with his right hand.
After doing all this, Jin Chanzi floated to the venue, clasped his hands and said: "Amitabha, I have heard for a long time that Taoist friend Dong Wanggong was the first male immortal in ancient times. I want to see it today, so I would like to invite you.
Teach me something!”
Hearing this, Prince Dong glanced at Jin Chanzi, a trace of solemnity flashed between his brows, and coldly snorted: "Six-winged Jinchan, how could I not know your heel? If you want to stand out, you have to think carefully.
"
After hearing this, Jin Chanzi's expression did not change, he clasped his hands and continued: "Amitabha, fellow Taoist Lord Dongwang, I wanted to beat you back then, but now that I have this opportunity today, I won't be polite!
"
After finishing speaking, Jin Chanzi's body swayed, and he directly displayed his six-foot-long golden body. He pointed one finger at the sky and the other at the ground. He yelled: "I am the only one in the eight wastelands and six places!"
The next second, a huge phantom tens of thousands of feet appeared behind Jin Chanzi.
The shadow gradually solidified, and it turned out to be a huge version of the golden cicada, but with three pairs of wings spread out behind it, the whole person looked more like a god or demon.
At this moment, the gigantic body of Dongwanggong, which was thousands of feet tall, seemed insignificant. The situation was really changing.
Before Dong Wanggong came to his senses, Jin Chanzi continued: "Fellow Dong Wanggong, take the move!"
The moment he finished speaking, the giant shadow behind him raised his hand, and his huge palm struck directly at Prince Dong on the ground.
Seeing this situation, Duke Dong's expression changed slightly, but it was soon replaced by a look of confidence. He snorted coldly: "Jin Chanzi, so what if you summon your true body to fight? With your mere pseudo-sage's perfect cultivation, I can't help you."
Keep you in mind."
After finishing speaking, Prince Dong tightened the dragon-headed crutch in his hand, and under the horrified gazes of everyone, he directly pulled out the dragon-headed crutch.
Qiang——
A golden long sword was shining brightly, with endless merits and golden light shining brightly. Prince Dong wielded the sword and swung it. A powerful slash was struck at this moment, striking hard at the incoming palm.
The next second, the sword energy collided with the palm, and a deafening roar resounded. The huge figure tens of thousands of feet shook. As he stepped back a few steps, Jin Chanzi's expression suddenly became extremely solemn.
On the contrary, at this moment, Zhu Tianpeng felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He stared at the golden long sword held by Dong Wanggong's real body and said in a voiceless voice: "The sword of merit!"
"So that's it. This should be the Xuanhuang Gongqi that Daozu Hongjun didn't use when he became a saint."
"No wonder a mere dragon-headed walking stick can determine the head of a male immortal. This thing is actually the carrier of this thing!"
After saying that, Zhu Tianpeng's eyes burst out with possessiveness.
The Sword of Merit does not have any grades, but it is condensed with the Xuanhuang Merit Qi. If you combine it with your Ruyi Sword, not to mention making the Ruyi Sword become an innate treasure level, it will definitely be a top-level innate spirit.
The top treasure among treasures.
For Zhu Tianpeng, who currently lacks high-end weapons, the emergence of this sword of merit is simply a timely help. As long as he can get it, then...
Thinking of this, Zhu Tianpeng didn't hesitate. He walked to the center of the battle area between Dongwanggong and Jin Chanzi. He turned to look at Jin Chanzi and Sun Wukong who had returned again and said: "Brother Jin Chan, Sun Wukong, give me face."
, can Dongwang Bus take care of this for me?"
As soon as these words came out, Jin Chanzi and Sun Wukong frowned.
They had personally experienced the power of Duke Dong, and although they still had their trump cards yet to be used, they were not sure of anything.
Now that Zhu Tianpeng actually said something like this, doesn't it mean that the latter is confident of dealing with Duke Dong? Doesn't it mean that the latter is stronger than him?
Thinking of this, the expressions of Sun Wukong and Jin Chanzi couldn't help but change.
After a while, the two of them dissipated their power and regained their composure. They nodded and said, "Since Brother Tianpeng is interested, I will just watch the battle from the sidelines!"
After saying that, Sun Wukong and Jin Chanzi directly flew up and retreated a distance of several thousand feet.
For a time, only Zhu Tianpeng and Dong Wanggong were left in the venue.
Turning his head and looking at Duke Dong, who was staring at him murderously, Zhu Tianpeng raised the corner of his mouth and said: "Lü Dongbin, no, Duke Dong, I have taken a fancy to the sword of merit in your hand, and I will hand it over if I am sensible.
This emperor can spare your life, otherwise I promise that you will not live long!"