For a time, everyone chanted Wang Fu's name regardless of friend or foe.
Wufa's aura, which was as strong as a mountain or a deep abyss, was originally integrated up and down, inside and out. It was so condensed that it was overwhelming, leaving no trace of a flaw. What he did was to completely suppress Wang Fu and not give the opponent a chance to struggle.
However, in this way, the impact came not only from all directions, but also from the monks in his own camp. He was caught off guard and his momentum was immediately scattered.
"Wang Fu, is this the moment you've been waiting for?"
Wufa finally understood why Wang Fu did not take the initiative to escape after his identity was exposed.
Apart from the provocative declaration just now, the fundamental reason is that he has other agendas.
"Even if you have the best plans in the world, you can't even think of getting an advantage from me."
The person without hair calmed down after being slightly surprised. It was just a small disturbance.
He still has the upper hand, holding twenty-three secret heavens, and has a huge Buddhist monks as his minions.
More importantly, he is a hairless person, a hairless person born from heaven and earth.
The sons of destiny have all been defeated by him now. What other existence in the world can threaten him?
"I will suppress you in Lingshan for five hundred years, and see with your own eyes how I survive the catastrophe of annihilation by ghosts and demons."
Those who have no hair do not have good intentions, but want Wang Fu to watch the destruction of all things without being able to do anything.
Wang Fu chuckled and said, "If you have the ability, you can suppress me for five thousand and fifty thousand years."
As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped up and fled along the passage that was opened.
Seeing this, Wufa immediately drove the secret realm forward to try to stop Wang Fu.
Among them, the four secret realm heavens, including the Changli Heaven, have long been refined into Tong Kong by him, making them flexible and flexible as desired.
However, the nineteen secret realms captured from the Son of Destiny have not yet had time to be completely refined, so the movement is slightly slower.
In this way, one in front of the other and one in front of the other, the order is immediately clear.
"good chance."
Wang Fu shouted in agreement, and the life candle emerged from the void. This time it was the real thing.
The fire of life is burning faster, and the candle of life is shortening at a speed that can reach ten feet or eighty feet in the blink of an eye.
Such terrifying consumption has even been noticed by those without hair.
Although those without hair can't see the candle, they can sense Wang Fu's destiny and consume it to a terrifying degree.
What's even more terrifying is that Wang Fu's destiny seems to be endless.
No matter how much it is consumed, it is quickly replenished and there is never any sign of exhaustion.
While Wang Fu accelerated the burning of the life fire, he looked at the life candle of Wufa and the group of monks behind him.
"The heart of one person is the heart of thousands."
But I saw that the life candles of the Sangha formed a volcano, and they all gathered around Wufa's life candle, gathering the luck to him. In this regard, Wufa is similar to the son of luck, both gathering believers and followers.
Luck makes things happen.
Only these two people can have such self-taught abilities.
The success of collective transportation means that no one in the world can surely defeat them in a single fight.
Wang Fu can't do it either, so his purpose this time is not to destroy the unfavorable one, but to weaken the opponent's luck.
After all, Wufa merged with Luck's son, and the situation was like adding fuel to the fire, and it was out of control.
If you can't interrupt him midway, I'm afraid that the uninitiated person will be able to become a Buddha very quickly.
When the time comes, the heavenly ghosts will have to come in advance and perform their duties of destroying the world.
"All activities are impermanent; they flourish and then decline."
Wang Fu suddenly said these words, obviously targeting those who have no hair.
The next moment, Wang Fu stretched out his hand, and his fingertips and arms instantly stretched a thousand times, and his palm expanded to the size of a hand that could cover the sky.
He didn't look carefully, he just inserted it towards the sky and held a few secret realms tightly in his palm.
Wufa was about to activate the Secret Realm Heaven to blow up Wang Fu's palm, when he suddenly screamed, "The Heaven is like the Earth."
Didn’t the jade crown that this magical power belongs to fall into the hands of the Master of the True Immortal Palace? Why can Wang Fu still use it?
"I have put down the external objects, but I still keep my magical powers in my heart."
Wang Fu waved his palm, pinched out a few secret realm heavens, and took them back to his side.
How could a person without hair be willing to let him succeed? His eyes shook, and four secret realms that were refined into child holes flew out.
"Go! Go! Go."
Wang Fu opened his mouth and blew, and saw that the five elements rotated, the four seasons followed, and the warm wind resisted the four secret heavens and could not fall down.
At this moment, the power of the Five Emperors combined with the power of the four seasons to form a solid line of defense.
Those without hair feel a sense of powerlessness. I'm afraid the immortals must have had a similar feeling back then!
"receive."
Wang Fu successfully retracted his palm, restored it to its original size, spread it out, and saw the eight secret heavens condensed into the size of a walnut.
The Wufa people originally had twenty-three secret realm heavens, but now they only have fifteen left.
Wang Fu's move was equivalent to biting off a large chunk of bloody flesh from his body.
"Wang Fu, if you are stubborn, I will serve another five hundred years in prison."
Wufa was really angry. He had never suffered such a big loss in his life.
If Wang Fu cannot be punished today, where is the majesty of Buddhism and where is the majesty of those who have no development?
"I won't accompany you."
Wang Fu took possession of eight secret heavens and was frightened for a while, knowing that a warning was coming.
He is an enemy of the unfaithful, which essentially means he is acting against nature. It is fine to make small troubles, but if he goes too far, he will be punished by God.
Taking away eight secret realms is already the limit. Any further actions will touch the red line.
When the time comes, I am afraid that the immortals hiding in the human world will sense the call of heaven and take action together to turn his red sand into slag.
Therefore, Wang Fu wisely chose to volley and retreat.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Fu turned around and wiped away all traces of his breath, along with the clues in the secret.
He was so drunk that there were countless Buddhist monks and followers, but no one could stop him.
At this time, the remnants of the Sons of Destiny had not yet escaped. Watching Wang Fu drift away, he felt shocked in his heart.
It's amazing, they seem to have witnessed something big with their own eyes.
It has become an established fact that the son of luck will fall into the hands of the unfaithful, but after the overall situation has been decided, Wang Fu comes out again and seizes the food from the tiger's mouth.
After going back and forth, it was Wang Fu who gained in the end.
"Quick, quick, quick, spread this news."
"Wang Fu is not dead, he has been hiding under the Son of Luck."
The more he thinks about it, the more clever he becomes. Only the great luck of the Son of Luck can stop him from being searched by the gods.
Wang Fu transformed into the old man Mo Jing and hid his identity from everyone in the world until he took the initiative to reveal his identity.
By the way, on another battlefield, Wang Fu, as the driving force behind the scenes, successfully created an immortal and a god.
Wang Fu, this name is strange and fresh. Now he has stepped out of the legend, and everything he has done with his own hands is shocking. "What are you proud of? He dares to walk in the world, and those gods and gods are the first to let him go.
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However, some people remembered that the death of King Wana was caused by the gods and immortals working together to obliterate it.
Now that she is still alive and well, wouldn't it be a slap in the face of ghosts and gods?