Continuous flying and constant fighting have made me almost exhausted!
He didn't know why, with his strength at the second level of god level, he still couldn't get rid of those pursuing soldiers!
Even if he got rid of the opponent temporarily, not long after he meditated to heal his injuries, the enemy caught up with him again.
What's even more strange is that the people who were chasing him before are now gone and replaced by five other people. He can't figure out what happened in the meantime.
Now, his handsome face has turned pale, and his whole body is sluggish. He has escaped from the interstellar airport of Tianji Star to the Netherland. He can't even remember the hardships he experienced along the way.
Nowadays, it is no longer possible to do without this broken picture.
In the eyes of the enemy, no matter whether you have a plan or not, you will die! Who will believe a person's excuse? Especially when the contrast between the strong and the weak is clear.
"Brother Buye, accept your fate! I admit that your cultivation and strength are stronger than ours, but we can afford it! How long can you use it up?"
Suddenly, an ominous voice sounded, with a hint of excitement in it, like a bunch of local dogs about to fall to the ground after seeing a lion.
"Amitabha, the light donor, my Buddha needs you, the old monk can help you to be saved! Wow hahahaha..."
A rude voice sounded from the other side, full of mercy and compassion, but full of evil spirits.
Behind him in the distance, five people emerged from five directions.
There were two people, one on the left and one on the right, and a monk together.
The Taoist was wearing a dark blue Taoist robe, wearing a red scarf on his head, holding a jade Ruyi in his hand, with three elegant beards, and an aura of righteousness between his brows. He was the master of the Yutang Temple in Yutang Mountain, Fuduan Zhenren, a god-level second-level realm, and wearing a formation talisman.
Cultivation reaches heaven and earth.
And that monk was the abbot of Guangwen Temple. The name of Guangwen Temple was righteous, but in the name of Buddhism, a group of evil men occupied the once famous Guangwen Temple and slaughtered all the monks.
They put on cassocks and monk's robes, and became fake monks and real villains.
The abbot, who calls himself Zen Master Huiwei, is over 1.85 meters tall, has messy eyebrows, eyes like copper bells, nine ring scars on his head and a scar on the side of his nose on his face, making him look even more sinister.
He holds a Zen staff with nine rings, each of which hangs a crystal human skull. He wears a bright red cassock with two lines of writing on it:
There is no peace, there is no dirt
There is no self, there is no Buddha
My Zen skills are profound, but it’s a pity that I have entered this devil’s path!
The other three people are two men and one woman.
The woman on the side of the Taoist priest was cold all over. She was tall, with a small and cute nose. Her pink lips were sexy but indifferent. She was dressed in pure white clothes. Her figure was well-proportioned but not plump. Her slender legs were straight, which added to her heroic appearance.
It is true that the nine-day fairy came down to earth, pure and smokeless.
The man on the woman's side is quite young, with an appearance in his thirties, with thin lips at the top and thick at the bottom. He has a very distinct dual personality. He has pointed ears with light yellow hair on the top. He is a rather handsome man with long hair.
Wearing such a pair of ears ruins the overall beauty.
The last man is in his forties. He has thick lips that make all eyes automatically focus on them. He has triangular eyes with many whites and few pupils. He has a chicken coop on his head and is clean and shaved.
The stand-up collared robe looked extremely uncoordinated, but he seemed to be very used to it. He put his hands behind his back and shook his head in contentment.
It’s really endless!
"Guys, the map is in my mind. It's useless for you to kill me. You won't get the map! Why do you have to fight to the death? With my strength, I really want to die. If I don't tell you everything, it's okay to support you two.
!”
Fuguang Buye was angry with some helplessness and a desperate situation.
"Fuguang, are you exhausted? Our strength may be a little inferior to yours, but so what! We can afford it!"
"Hey, Fuguang, why bother fighting in vain? Hand over the map, and you and I can go our separate ways and live in peace. Isn't that great?"
"Amitabha, don't bother talking to him! Let's fight him later!"
Huiwei's Zen staff was thrust into the void, as if a hole was being knocked out of the void.
"What do you think, Fellow Daoist Zhao?"
The chicken coop head opposite the woman smiled flatteringly at her and asked.
Judging from the expression on this Jiwotou's face, he must be very fond of this woman named Zhao and is pursuing her intensely.
"Who are you? Disgusting! Whatever!"
What the woman surnamed Zhao said was quite strange, but the others didn't react at all, as if they were used to it.
According to the woman surnamed Zhao, her memory is like that of a fish, which lasts only seven seconds, because she named herself Zhao Yuer.
Seven seconds of memory, whether it is happiness, pain, love, hatred, fleeting, or maybe this is a real relief.
"Hey, Taoist friend Zhao is joking with me. I'm Ji Wuming, I'm your Taoist companion..."
The chicken cootou laughed and laughed, with a fiery color flashing in his eyes.
"Hmph! You bastard, you dare to take advantage of me! You are seeking death!"
Do superpowers really have seven seconds of memory?
So how can he still practice? Can he still remember the exercises?
Amid Zhao Yuer's shouts, a battle began again.
The god-level battle was earth-shattering, not to mention five people fighting one person. Fu Duan Zhenren and Fuguang Buye were in the second level, and their power was far beyond that of the first level.
"burst!"
Boom~
Wow~
A series of sounds rang out, and the sky exploded in all directions. Except for Zhenren Fu Duan, the other four people were like small boats in the stormy waves, being involuntarily swept away.
"Hahahaha... Help the light donor, you blew yourself up with your magic weapon. Although we were seriously injured, you made it even worse. Now that you are seriously injured, how can you fight with us? Obediently offer your treasure,
Old monk, I will leave your body intact!"
Although Huiwei's face was pale and there was blood at the corner of his mouth, he could not hide the ecstasy in his eyes.
Fuguang Buye is so powerful!
Even though they had been chasing him for so long, in a one-on-five situation, even though they were at a disadvantage, the five of them were a little helpless in trying to capture him. After all, no one wanted to make a wedding dress for someone else.
Fuguang Buye is also full of tangles. The competition at this time is not only strength, but also mind and patience. For him, the longer it is delayed, the more disadvantageous it will be.
Sure enough, just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt an inexplicable dizziness in his head, his whole body staggered, and his offensive and defensive moves were all messed up.
"not good!"
He let out a secret cry, which was a sign that his soul was about to be exhausted. He tried his best to concentrate his soul, so that his mind felt cool, and he regained his old feelings. Regardless of the direction, he first randomly attacked and output a group of people, and then he dodged and retreated.
This was just a matter of lightning and flint, and the opportunity was fleeting, but Master Fu Duan and others were overjoyed. Seeing Fuguang Buye's face turned pale and his feet staggered, they pounced on him like jackals who had been waiting for a long time!
Zhao Yu'er fell behind the four of them, either because he was injured or because he had poor memory and was slow to react.
While Huiwei was laughing wildly, his Zen staff was the first to strike at Fuguang Buye.
Bang ~
At this time, their attacks had not yet come, Fuguang Buye had already adjusted his posture, and the random attack was approaching. Huiwei was the first to bear the brunt, and smashed Fuguang Buye's attack with a stick.
Others also used their magical powers to easily defeat his attack.
Before Fuguang Buyi retreated far, the attack from the four men came again.
He had no choice but to smile bitterly. He had just adjusted his soul, and with a series of attacks, it was when his old strength had gone and new strength had not yet emerged. He was unable to block the opponent's attack anymore.
With a stern look in his eyes, Fuguang Buye threw it with one hand, and the round blade like the scorching sun in his hand turned into a stream of light and faced everyone.
Boom~
Following Fuguang Wuye's fierce shout, the round blade exploded, and the small scorching sun burst out with a powerful and dazzling light, enveloping the five people.
And Fuguang Buye, because of the self-destruction of his life magic weapon, spurted out a mouthful of essence and blood, and his whole body became even more depressed. He endured the serious injuries, held the spirit stone in both hands, and escaped towards the sky with the help of the self-destruction energy.
In the dazzling light, Fuduan Zhenren was equally powerful and did not suffer much damage. Zhao Yuer also reacted in time because he was farthest from the center of the explosion and was not seriously injured.
Only the other three people vomited blood, especially Huiwei, who was closest to the round blade. He alone had to bear more than 30% of the power of the self-destruction.
But this beast is really fierce. Seeing Fuguang self-destructing his magic weapon overnight, he couldn't help but feel overjoyed. But when he saw what was in front of him clearly, his expression changed and he said:
"Where are the people? How about keeping the light up until the night?"
"Huh! Run away!"
Master Fu Duan's face was gloomy, and under such circumstances, he actually let him run away.
"Then what are you waiting for? Keep chasing!"
Monk Huiwei was furious, his eyes widened, and he would chase after anyone who cursed.
"Don't worry, we're not far from the formation. Let's see how he can run when the time comes! Contact them immediately and fully activate the formation!"
The others were also very angry and quickly contacted their subordinates. After giving instructions, they hurriedly chased after him.
At this time, the magic circle has also been arranged, and the five god-level magic weapons have been put in place. There are buzzes from all parts of the magic circle, and it is completely activated. Except for the demigod realm and some personnel, the other disciples of the five major sects are all
Withdrew from Jiuqu City.
"Sir, the master has sent a letter. According to the instructions, the magic circle has been fully activated, and the man is not far away."
The white-faced man stood in front of Boshan, already extremely respectful, even a little too proud to dare to breathe.
"Okay! Trap him first, don't surround him!"
Boshan sat cross-legged, holding a book in his hand, and was reading it with relish.
"This... the instruction given by the leader is to launch a surprise attack to make him lose his combat effectiveness... Even if we don't comply, other sects will do the same..."
"When he is in the magic circle, does the five magic circles attack at the same time, or does he attack everywhere?"
"They attack everywhere, and the magic circle is mainly for defense, so it is difficult to attack at the same time."
"Isn't that easy? Tell the others to do what I want! You can pretend to attack, but don't hurt him!"
"this……"
"Um?"
Boshan raised his head, and his heavy nasal voice made the white-faced man's heart tremble.
"yes!"
The white-faced man left and contacted other people, pressing the button and not mentioning it.
At this time, outside the magic circle, somewhere high in the sky, a figure was hiding in a cloud, looking down quietly.
This man is short in stature, only about 1.34 meters tall. His eyes are pale with no pupils, and a bewitching flower is in full bloom on his head. He is actually the ancestor of the Flower Demon Clan. This man was informed by Bao Wanhua, Finally came.
"Hey, who am I? It turns out to be the ancestor of Huashu! Hua Shuzi, long time no see! Why do you come all the way to this place where birds don't poop?"
Suddenly, a voice came, but Patriarch Huashu was not surprised. He didn't even raise his head, as if he knew someone was there.
"Hmph! Do I still need to report to you where I am going? Why are you here if you know there is nothing to do here?"
Patriarch Huashu retorted, and a few hundred meters away from him, a figure slowly flashed.