God and man hold heaven in their hands and hold heaven and earth in their palms.
The name of the exercise practiced by Xilaile is "The Heavenly Sutra of Joy". When you practice it to perfection, you can turn your thoughts into gods and men, and create the heaven and earth of bliss in your palms. Divine soul.
Facing the Chuanshan King that was thrown at him, the god made a false move with his left hand and grabbed the Chuanshan King. With his right hand holding the Kingdom of God, he hit Ye Qing who was following behind.
The Kingdom of God has fallen, the sky has collapsed; laughter is overwhelming, disturbing people's souls.
Ye Qing's expression remained unchanged, he ran like the wind, and his fist energy poured out from his body.
The moment Kamito caught the Mountain King with his left hand, the earth armor on Chuanshan King exploded. Under the terrifying impact, Kamito's left arm turned into nothingness and his body shook.
As a result, his body swayed, and his right hand and the Kingdom of God were also deviated.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Qing doubled his speed, appeared above the god's head in a flash, and struck him with his backhand.
"Buzz..."
There was a muffled buzz, and the god-man froze for a moment, then cracks spread out, centered on Ye Qing's fist, and finally dissipated silently.
"puff"
The god-man disappeared, Xilaile Yin Shen was injured and spewed out a mouthful of blood.
But Xilaile smiled instead of being angry, because at some point, the Sangmen Star on his back had disappeared.
Of course, it wasn't Sangmen Xing who ran away, but him who appeared behind Ye Qing.
Sangmenxing held a long stick in his hand. The long stick looked like paper, but it was sinister and pale, with an evil aura. It was obviously a high-grade crafty weapon.
Then, the Sangmen Star swept down with his stick, and thirteen stick shadows appeared in all directions. The stick shadows were heavy, and ghosts were crying and wolves were howling.
"The Thirteen Sticks of the Sangmen..."
"Bang bang..."
Thirteen stick shadows, in no particular order, hit Ye Qing, but Ye Qing saw the black and yellow light flashing around his body, and the stick energy was melted away one by one.
A look of surprise and anger appeared on Sangmen Xing's miserable face. He roared and the long stick in his hand became as thick as a pillar. A statue about several feet high appeared in the void. He just held the long stick and smashed it towards Ye Qing.
The long stick was smashed down, the void was shattered, the yin energy was thick, ghosts were crying and wolves were howling, as if tens of thousands of people were mourning.
"The Thirteen Sticks of the Mangmen, Thousands of People Weep..."
The Thirteen Sticks of the Sangmen are originally a stick technique known for its lethality, and the cry of ten thousand people is the most powerful stick among the Thirteen Sticks of the Sangmen. If there is a stick of ten thousand people crying, all living beings will be in ruins.
But the next moment, Sangmen Xing's eyes widened, and he saw that the stick he was proud of was actually caught by Ye Qing with his bare hands.
But when thousands of people were crying, Ye Qing just crossed his arms above his head. In front of the long stick as thick as a stone pillar, Ye Qing was as small as an ant, quite ridiculous and childish, and he didn't know his own abilities.
However, the stick arms were connected, and Ye Qing remained motionless, but the void beneath his feet was like a lake, ripples were reborn, and there were bursts of thunder, and then his mourning stick was unable to move forward even an inch.
"My stick skills are good, but my strength is a bit lacking. Look at me."
Ye Qing raised his head and smiled, hugged the long stick with his backhand, and with a sudden force, swept it in a circle.
The long stick and the Dharma were irresistible, and they were picked up and swung at Sangmen Xing.
The next moment, the Sangmen Star fell from the sky like a meteorite and hit Xilaile.
"Boom..."
The earth cracked, and Xilaile and Sangmenxing turned into a puddle of flesh at the same time.
As the Sangmen Star died, the Dharma in the sky disappeared like bubbles, and the Sangmen Stick also became normal size. Ye Qing held the Sangmen Stick in his hand and fell from the sky.
After waving the mourning stick in his hand, Ye Qing exerted force with his five fingers, and the mourning stick exploded into fragments all over the sky. He shook his head: "Tsk, tsk... they are indeed a bunch of chickens and dogs, and they are vulnerable to a single blow."
Feng San, the sword-eating man, and the blind Taoist were already frightened, and when they saw that the situation was not going well, they fled away.
As soon as they moved, they saw Ye Qing stomping down, causing the ground to shake. The three of them felt that their whole body energy collapsed and they staggered.
The next moment, Ye Qing appeared behind the three of them and punched the blind Taoist on the back. With a bang, the blind Taoist instantly exploded into a ball of flesh.
Immediately, Ye Qing bent his elbow and bumped into Feng San. Feng San was so frightened that he could only lift the knife's crossbar. The knife was blazing with flames. He did not seek merit, but sought no fault.
However, with just a slight bump from Ye Qing, the broadsword broke into two pieces. One piece flew out, while the other piece was pushed by his elbow and inserted into his heart.
At this time, the sword-wielding man was already several feet away, and the sword energy in his body was so cold that he was wrapped around him and fled madly into the distance.
Ye Qing flexed his fingers and knocked on the other half of the broken knife. The broken knife was like an arrow, speeding towards the man holding the sword.
The sword-wielding man turned around half-way, without losing speed, and pointed forward.
The sword energy roared out like a tornado, trying to block the cutting knife.
But as soon as the sword energy tornado touched the broken knife, the broken knife exploded with a bang. Countless fragments scattered like a violent storm and shot out. The sword energy tornado was instantly riddled with holes.
When the tornado of sword energy dissipated, the man who took the sword was already like a sieve, with blood splattering all over his body, and he slowly fell down.
"Did I tell you to leave?"
Ye Qing stopped his hand and looked at Young Master Bai and Holy Son Maitreya who were thinking of retreating.
The defeated Young Master and Holy Son Maitreya paused in their steps, looking fearful and silent.
"Bei... Beiqiu, try slapping me to see if I'm dreaming?" On the edge of the basin, Zhang Lingyang and others watched Ye Qing killing everyone with dull eyes.
"Snapped……"
Mo Beiqiu did not hesitate, slapped Zhang Lingyang hard on the face, shook his hand and said, "I'm not dreaming, my hand hurts."
Zhang Lingyang did not talk to Mo Beiqiu this time, and said dullly: "We have just passed through the tribulation, and our realm has not yet been stabilized. If you are so abnormal, are you still a human being?"
In just the blink of an eye, the man severely wounded Tilan Granny and Chuanshan King one after another, killed Xilaile and Sangmenxing, and resisted the Liuyin Boy's Six-Yin Demon Sword with no damage, which was a surprise to all of them.
After all, that is the Grandmaster, not the piggy!
As for Feng San, the sword-eating man, and the blind Taoist, I won’t mention them. They are purely gifts.
Putting themselves in their shoes, they were confident that they could protect themselves in the hands of so many masters. It would not be difficult to defeat one or two people, but to be able to injure them so easily and even kill two of them was a bit of a fantasy. .
Perverted, so perverted.
"I'm not as good as me!"
Yun Qingxiao let out a long sigh. He is the Taoist disciple of Sanqing Palace, a proud man of heaven, and has his own pride. Although he is ranked fifth on the list, he thinks he is not inferior to anyone at the top of the list.
But this time, he was truly convinced of the person in front of him and willing to submit to him.
Bai Lushui said nothing, but looked at the young man in the basin with strange eyes, feeling a little familiar, but also a little unbelievable.
"It's not over yet!"
Mo Beiqiu suddenly said: "Liu Yin boy and Blood Rakshasa will not let him go."
Zhang Lingyang and others remained silent, obviously understanding the hidden meaning of Mo Beiqiu.
It was not only because Ye Qing insulted them, and a master should not be insulted, nor was it because of Xuanhuang's motherly aura; the main reason was because others were afraid.
Not afraid of people now, but afraid of people in the future.
That person, who has just survived the catastrophe, has such strength, so given time, he will definitely be on the list, and he will be a saint.
By then, will they still have a way to survive?
Therefore, Liuyin Boy and Blood Rakshasa will definitely take advantage of the other party's failure to grow up and eradicate it.
Therefore, Tilan Granny, Chuanshan King and others are just fighting in a small way, while the Liuyin boy and Blood Rakshasa who follow are the major matters of life and death.
