From the current point of view, whether the calamity is triple or quadruple has little impact.
Wang Fu is dead, it’s just a matter of time, but...
"The fourth level of calamity is too great to go too far!"
King Nirvana suddenly realized the truth, pointed at Wang Fu and exclaimed in horror, "So this is your plan, to add fuel to the flames, and to go too far is not enough." As the saying goes, if you don't have a good time, you have to be afraid of being too full in everything, otherwise it will inevitably lead to a reversal.
The same is true for calamity. Originally, three levels of calamity were enough to kill Wang Fu, but now another level has been added.
The extra fourth calamity was actually a glimmer of hope in Wang Fu's desperate situation.
"It turns out you have already seen it."
King Nirvana looked at Wang Fu in surprise. Wufa originally thought that he was the one pulling the strings, but now that he thought about it, he was actually the one in the game.
Including the master of the True Immortal Palace, the master of the Dao Palace and the leader of the ghost tribe, the old immortals behind them are not qualified to sit on that Zhuo. Even though King Nirvana has exhausted all his tricks, he still cannot get out of the strange circle.
The fact is that the target of this massive hunt was Wang Fu.
As a result, Wang Fu had already seen all their tricks and changes, and secretly launched targeted countermeasures.
Even King Nirvana was included in it and became part of his plan.
"Once this calamity is over, you will consume all the calamities in advance and your realm will be more perfect."
Wufa was surprised. He was the first to see through Wang Fu's intention, but he had no intention of interrupting.
After all, he was a step too late. He didn't understand the truth until Wang Fu's layout was completed and he was getting better.
It's too late and there's nothing you can do to interfere.
In fact, Wang Fu also used the hand of King Nirvana to involve him in his future, which owed him great karma.
Every time he faces Wang Fu, Wufa feels a sense of wonder as he faces mountains and seas, and becomes more and more aware of his own insignificance and shortcomings.
"But, you retreat and don't want to break through. If you don't like the status of false = god or false immortal in this world, do you have any other choice?"
Wufa still can't figure out what Wang Fu is doing?
"It is undeniable that your Buddha status is still higher than that of immortals and gods. Your intentions are lofty and encompass all things in the world."
Wufa heard Wang Fu's praise and said reservedly, "Only you can see the beauty of it, but why are you unwilling to join Buddhism?" "With your qualifications, if you join my door, you and I will become successful together in the future.
Buddha, create a story about two ancestors juxtaposing each other."
Winter winter winter!
Regardless of the troublemaker, when he heard Wufa's solicitation for Wang Fu, his heart beat sharply. It was not good, a disaster was coming.
Either Wang Fu or Wu Fa Zhe is a peerless giant throughout the ages.
If two tigers fight, each other will suffer casualties, which is the most ideal situation, but if the two join forces, they will have no way to survive.
A man without hair is willing to spend money. The fortune of Buddhism under his command is booming, so he is willing to let Wang Fu join him. He also made a promise to become a Buddha in the future. It is conceivable that once Wang Fu agrees, I am afraid that the next day, Buddhism will be destroyed.
It will annex the schools of the Three Pure Ones, Five Emperors, and the Ghost Tribes of the Ten Directions, and become the only mainstream in the world.
It's so terrible, that scene makes people shudder when they think about it, the end of the world is just like this.
"It's tempting, but I refuse."
Wang Fu's words made everyone sigh in relief. It's good to refuse.
A person without hair will not be angry, "In that case, please do it yourself."
At this time, Wang Fu was still facing disaster. The seven secret realms were suppressed and trapped by various immortal magic weapons, and he had no time to escape.
The master of the Dao Palace, the master of the True Immortal Palace, and the clan leaders of the Ghost Tribe still have an advantage over him.
Since Wufa will not intervene, the next step is to continue hunting Wang Fu.
"Remember the words of those who have no hair, Wang Fu must have a conspiracy, but no matter what the conspiracy is, it must be promoted with strength."
"So, you and I must not be careless, we must take advantage of the victory and pursue it."
The master of the Dao Palace nodded and shook the branch in his hand.
The sky-covering mulberry stretched out from his hand and stretched to the end of the sky. Countless mulberry leaves shook, causing billions of spaces to tremble.
The criss-crossing branches, the secret sky is like a newly born golden crow, jumping out of the big bush of mulberry leaves.
Whoosh!
The secret realm disappeared from the sky like a meteor, like a bullet shot by the gods, hitting Wang Fu's vest right in the middle.
After the muffled sound, Wang Fu rolled twice and stopped on the ground.
Dead or not? This is everyone's question.
The power of the Secret Heaven has already been proved by facts. When it was in Wang Fu's hands, it almost killed the ghost and god Mahakala.
Now, the power of the entire secret realm is firmly hitting Wang Fu.
If Wang Fu was in peak condition, he would probably do some somersaults and get up, dust himself off, and feel calm.
Nowadays, several disasters are raging back and forth. Wang Fu has already fallen to an unprecedented low. It is hard to say whether he will survive if he suffers such a violent attack again. "Thank you for your care, I am still alive."
Wang Fu lay on the ground with his face buried in the soil, raised a trembling hand and shook it twice.
The master of the Dao Palace was greatly disappointed. How could Wang Fu withstand such hardships in his life?
The Master of the True Immortal Mansion gently stroked the Sky-Swallowing Tiger Talisman, and heard the roar of a tiger in his ears, but saw the tiger with the golden seal opening its mouth lazily.
From the tiger's mouth, a large ball of secret heaven and winter suddenly spit out, hitting Wang Fu on the forehead.
This time, it was like a signal bomb, starting the siege against Wang Fu. The other ghost tribe leaders also used their fairy magic weapons one after another to drive the secret realm to attack. It was like a torrential downpour, and every drop fell on Wang Fu.
On the body.
Wang Fu's condition was a bit miserable, like a broken rag doll being trampled by horse hooves, making a muffled popping sound, jumping in the air non-stop, and unable to fall to the ground for a long time.
"No matter how you look at it, you deserve to die?"
A ghost tribe leader thought to himself that even if the gods were attacked again on the same scale, they would be reduced to dumpling fillings.
What's more, Wang Fu is now suffering from many calamities, including tuberculosis and seven injuries. How can he withstand such a fierce and wolf service?
"As long as there is a breath left, Wang Fu is the biggest threat to you and me, and it cannot be stopped."
The same scene also fell into the eyes of a group of immortals and gods, and they couldn't help but look at each other.
They really couldn't imagine that other than taking action themselves, what other means could be used to go further than what they saw in front of them and have more hope of killing Wang Fu. "Maikala, if you were besieged like this at that time, would you have survived?"
An immortal asked Mahakala, the demon god known for his cruelty, who shook his head and said, "He is already dead."
However, in the picture, no matter how violent the attack, Wang Fu still retains a breath and continues to breathe.
"Inhuman?"
Some ghosts and gods couldn't help but lamented, how come a mortal who has not ascended to the gods has such terrifying power, but he can't kill him. "Be careful, even if Wang Fu doesn't die, it doesn't prove that it worked."
Ghosts and gods such as Quemutian, Lianxiangtian, and immortals such as Ziwuxian set their sights on all parts of the world, not even missing the past and the future. Last time, Wang Fu escaped from the oracle and immortal decree with the help of the old man grinding the mirror.
A decisive blow, it is impossible for him to repeat his old tricks this time.
"My God has forbidden the king not to die. In all time, space and universe, there is no way to survive."
"The Immortal said:...
A series of oracles and edicts intertwined into a barrier in the void, blocking the past and future, blocking all ways for Wang Fu to fake his death and escape.