At this moment, the two people's eyes seemed to be the same.
They looked at each other like they were idiots.
Wuyou said: "It seems that you are very confident?"
The monk said: "Confidence naturally exists, so Lord Buddha wants you to remember that your death is because of your Lord Buddha."
Three streams of light came from a distance and fell in front of the monk.
Sheng Yuan glanced around, noticed something unusual, and said in a voiceless voice: "No, something happened here."
The monk was a little confused.
Shengyuan said: "The aura of the senior fellow guarding here has disappeared."
The monk's expression changed. He was a nine-star holy spirit. Not to mention how powerful his combat power was, he also had many ways to save his life.
It can be said that people from the Buddhist clan who come here can be seriously injured, but it is impossible to kill them.
But now, the aura of the Nine-Star Holy Spirit has disappeared, and a demon is standing on the top of the mountain. What does this mean?
The monk had a bad feeling in his heart.
"Look, you can't laugh now, can you?"
Wuyou pointed at himself and said, "And I am still so happy."
"I thought it was strange before, but I didn't know the reason. Now I know that our people didn't meet anyone along the way."
The monk's expression changed several times, "Could it be that they were also killed?"
Wuyou snapped his fingers at the monk, "That's right! Everyone nearby is probably dead, so I found some bait from a distance. But this time, I am the most satisfied."
Wuyou's eyes moved on Zi Chen and the other three, and the more he looked at them, the more satisfied he became, "Mo Luneng, you have done a great job."
Mo Luneng, who had led the monk all the way, was very excited.
Wuyou waved his hand, and Mo Luneng immediately stepped back. He stayed aside and prepared to collect the bodies of the four people.
Zi Chen's gaze fell on the Wuyou Mountain below, and with his soul perception, he discovered some abnormalities.
"Are you three going together? Or together?"
Wuyou said with a smile, but his eyes lingered on Qingyi and Shengyuan, while Zichen was ignored by him.
It's just a seven-star holy spirit, he doesn't even need to look at it.
Unexpectedly, the woman who didn't look weak actually took the initiative and said, "This matter has nothing to do with me. I'm just here to visit and have fun."
I saw her immediately taking a step back and standing with the monk.
"Oh, that's interesting." A smile appeared on Wuyou's lips, and then he looked at Shengyuan, "That's you."
Holy Source clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, this poor monk is just a guide this time."
Shengyuan also retreated.
This made Wuyou even more surprised. He had to look at Zi Chen, who had never looked at him directly, "What about you? Are you just passing by or something else?"
Zi Chen took a step forward and said, "I am the one who wants your life."
Wuyou was slightly startled and said, "Did you lose your mind? Are you starting to talk nonsense?"
Zi Chen pointed downward and said: "That blood contains pure Buddha power. You must have killed a lot of Buddhas here, right? Therefore, you are destined to be impossible to live."
"To be so arrogant makes you either a fool or an idiot!"
Wuyou said disdainfully, even so, he took action in advance.
The demonic energy rolled forward like black mist in an instant.
Qingyi and the other three retreated and took the initiative to give up the battlefield.
Zi Chen was immediately shrouded in black mist.
The black mist was rolling violently, sometimes creating powerful aftermath.
"This is not ordinary demonic energy, this is called a demonic cloud insect."
Wuyou looked at Zi Chen, who was already shrouded in black mist, and explained: "Once you are attached to the Demon Cloud Insect, you will only die. That's how the Nine Stars died last time."
Qingyi and the other two retreated again, showing no intention of helping.
The surging black mist gradually became quiet.
Wuyou looked at this scene with even more disdain, "Is this your strength? There are two five-stars in front of you who can still struggle, but you didn't even make the slightest splash. It seems that there are no relics in this place, you guys
Its combat power will eventually be greatly reduced."
Suddenly, the black mist began to shrink sharply and disappeared quickly.
"This is impossible!"
Wuyou's face couldn't help but change, and he could no longer maintain his previous calmness, because he felt that the life of the magic cloud insect was disappearing.
Zi Chen stepped forward and walked out of the black mist. He saw the black mist that had materialized and fell towards the earth.
Seeing that all the magic cloud insects he had been refining were dead, Wuyou's face turned cold, "Do you know how precious those magic cloud insects are? How dare you kill them all?"
Zi Chen said calmly: "At this time, shouldn't you be worried about your own life the most?"
The two of them rushed forward almost at the same time.
"die!"
Wuyou punched out, countless magic powers surged, and the whole world became dark.
Zi Chen also punched out, and there was a roar of thunder.
When the fists of the two sides met, the whole world went silent, and then a powerful explosion was heard, and countless air waves retreated with powerful force.
Wuyou's figure was blown hundreds of feet away. After he stabilized his body, his expression changed again.
In the distance, Mo Luneng, who was waiting to collect the corpse, also had a look of shock on his face.
The nine-star Holy Spirit who secretly guarded this place last time never knocked the Lord away. He never imagined that this person, who was only in the realm of seven-stars, could have such a method.
At this moment, Mo Luneng had some illusions in his mind. Could it be that having hair would make the Spirit Race stronger?
After all, their opponents have always been hairless.
The bursts of pain that came from his right arm made Wuyou no longer want to step forward and fight with the opponent physically again. If the two sides struck again like this, his arm would probably be shattered.
In terms of physical strength, he was obviously weaker.
Wuyou has killed many Seven-Star Spirit Clan, but this is the first one with such powerful power.
When the attack failed, he decided to attack from a distance.
Magic power surged throughout the body, gradually turning into a black flame.
He looked at Zi Chen and said coldly: "This is the positive demon fire of the demon clan. Although it is still one level short of the highest level nine, it is enough to kill you, a seven-star. Before you die, do you have any last words to leave?"
"Flames? I have them too."
In Zi Chen's palm, thunder flames appeared, and the meaning of simplicity began to pervade.
"I'll take this as your last words."
The demonic flames on Wuyou's body twisted, left his body, turned into a huge palm, and went straight towards Zi Chen.
Magic flame hand.
Not only is its power extraordinary, its speed is also its strength.
Almost in an instant, he arrived in front of Zi Chen, but just when he was about to catch Zi Chen, a palm composed of thunder and fire appeared out of thin air and collided with the demon fire palm.
boom!
The two huge handprints collapsed at the same time, forming a powerful wave that flooded the surrounding area, including the nearby Zi Chen.
Wuyou snorted again, and then his pupils shrank.
I saw a straight ray of light suddenly rushing out from the surging energy, like a golden lightning, coming to Wuyou.
Wuyou's face changed drastically, and a screen of light appeared in front of him.
The golden light is approaching, so move forward without hesitation.
Snap!
The light screen shattered instantly.
The golden light disappeared.
Wuyou's body hung in mid-air, with a black spear pierced through his chest.
The surging energy dissipated, and the ripples spread nearly a thousand feet before disappearing.
The world suddenly became quiet, so quiet that it was hard to get used to it.
Mo Luneng covered his mouth and tried very hard not to scream out.
The invincible master in his eyes was shot through the chest by a Seven-Star Spirit Clan.
From behind, Holy Source shouted Amitabha.
This was the first time the monk saw Zi Chen fighting. Although he expected it, he was still surprised.
Qingyi's expression changed slightly, as if she was a little surprised.
"You are very fast, but unfortunately compared to me, you are still a little slow."
A faint voice sounded.
It is worry-free.
from the sky.
Before the spear, Wuyou's body turned into a piece of magic jade and shattered with a snap.
Zi Chen raised his head and looked at the sky.
I saw a big net falling from the sky.
What makes up the big net are not silk threads, but countless blades, connected end to end.
Wuyou stood in the sky, looking down at Zi Chen, his eyes were cold, as if he was looking at a dead person.
The space around Zi Chen was squeezed so hard that he had nowhere to escape.
It seems that what is waiting for him can only be caught.
Shengyuan was a little worried. As a powerful person of the Buddhist clan, he didn't even notice when Wuyou avoided it.
If the two confront each other, he has to admit that he will die.
He was a little worried for Zi Chen.
At this moment, Zi Chen put away his spear and had a holy talisman pen in his hand.
One stroke.
A straight beam of light bloomed from the tip of the pen, like the most beautiful light in the world, rising up into the sky.
Wherever this ray of light passes, the space is divided into two.
Even space can be chopped into pieces, and this big black net is certainly not a problem.
The big net was separated from it, but the light did not dissipate, but went straight to Wuyou.
Whoosh!
The light passed through Wuyou's body.
There was blood flying in the sky, but Wuyou's body was nowhere to be seen.
"This guy is disappearing?"
The monk murmured.
Zi Chen's gaze fell on Wuyou Mountain below, "Since you intend to lure me there, then go and have a look."
Zi Chen's figure fell from the sky and fell towards Wuyou Mountain.
"Monk, I leave that guy to you."
It was Mo Luneng who couldn't escape in time at this moment.
"Don't worry, it's just a four-star rating."
The monk laughed and rushed towards Mo Luneng, "Come here and see how Buddha kills you!"
Zi Chen landed on Wuyou Mountain, Qing Yi and Sheng Yuan followed, and no one bothered the monk anymore.
"Is there something abnormal here?"
Seeing Zi Chen's eyes fixed on something, Sheng Yuan asked.
The holy talisman pen in Zi Chen's hand was pointed forward, ripples surged out, and a passage appeared.
Shengyuan's expression changed. At this moment, he finally understood what Lord Buddha meant.
Zi Chen put away his holy talisman pen, took out his spear and shield, and strode in.
He was full of vigilance, but he did not encounter a surprise attack during this period.
When Zi Chen came to the inside of the mountain peak, what he saw was not the billowing demonic energy, but the pure power of Buddha.
It felt like I was in a Buddhist temple somewhere.