Wei Hu?
Hearing this name, Yu Yuan finally became interested.
In my impression, this is one of the third-generation disciples of Chanjiao who "became a saint" in the Great Tribulation of the Gods.
During the calamity, he didn't take many shots, so he kept it hidden, and seemed to be passive and sabotaging his work.
However, in the rare few shots, the results were outstanding.
The most classic battle was when he single-handedly defeated Lu Yue and several others, and even killed one on the spot.
This shows that its combat power is high, at least at the level of Golden Immortal.
In addition, this person has great luck and is the only one among the three generations of disciples of Chanjiao who has not been captured alive and survived to the end unharmed.
Later, he entered the West and received the title of Bodhisattva like his three uncles.
"Well done, Wei Hu!"
Jin Shengyang's extremely angry voice came over.
"I thought that since you are a disciple of the Chan Cult, you come from the same origin as the immortals of my Intercept Cult. How dare you insult us like this today!"
Wei Hu glanced at him and waved his hand: "That's all, for the sake of the common origin of the three religions, I will spare you this today! You leave quickly, don't let me bump into you again in the future... ...I am really ashamed to be associated with people like you who behave so recklessly and bully the weak!"
These words may seem magnanimous, but in fact they are full of ridicule.
"I am so angry!"
Jin Shengyang shouted, and his eyes, mouth, and nose all sprayed out red flames that were more than a foot long, and they merged in front of him.
Instantly, the fire exploded.
The red flame expanded thousands of times, but it did not spread out. Instead, it condensed into a bunch, like a horned dragon emerging from the water, and like a tornado in the air, carrying the surging waves of flames, towards Wei Hu and others burned it.
Huo Ling'er immediately beamed, "I can't believe that this Golden Shengyang has actually been refined into Samadhi True Fire. Now that Wei Hu has to endure it!"
Yu Yuan felt that she was still too optimistic.
Samadhi True Fire is indeed a powerful magical power, but the power it can exert still depends on who is using it.
Because the so-called samadhi refers to the divine fire of superior ignorance, the essence fire of middle ignorance, and the qi fire of inferior ignorance.
The three are united into one, which is the true fire of samadhi.
To put it simply, the essence of Samadhi True Fire is to use one's own "jing", "qi" and "spirit" as firewood.
The thicker the firewood, the stronger the fire.
If it were used by an immortal golden immortal like Huo Ling'er, the power of the Samadhi True Fire would definitely be extraordinary, even burning rivers and boiling seas would be mediocre.
As for the Golden Shengyang, it's much worse.
He raised his eyes and saw the Samadhi True Fire spewed out by Jin Sheng Yang like a hundred-foot-long horned dragon. It bared its teeth and claws and pounced on Wei Hu and the others. It looked so powerful that Master Xuanyang and the others retreated in panic, with extremely frightened expressions on their faces. .
In stark contrast to them was Na Weihu.
At this moment, this third-generation disciple of Chanjiao not only did not take half a step back, but actually stepped forward to face the fire dragon. At the same time, a round golden demon-conquering pestle appeared in his hand, about three feet long, and the body of the pestle was hollow like a lantern. Structure, the head end is in the shape of a triangular spike.
As soon as this strange-shaped spiritual weapon appeared, Huo Ling'er immediately noticed something was wrong, his face became solemn, and he whispered: "This treasure is extremely extraordinary, I'm afraid Jin Shengyang is no match!"
Yu Yuan glanced at her. After all, he was a golden fairy. At least his eyesight was still online.
Just as Huo Ling'er said, Wei Hu held the demon-conquering treasure pestle and waved it forward slightly, but an invisible force suddenly fell down, and instantly blasted the flaming horned dragon condensed from the Samadhi True Fire. It fell apart and spread to both sides.
At the same time, an overwhelming force surged toward Jin Sheng Yang, causing him to fly backwards for dozens of feet before he stabilized his body.
Seeing Wei Hu destroying the True Fire of Samadhi with just a casual blow, Master Xuanyang, who had just fled in panic, was surprised and happy. He couldn't help but admired: "The True Fire of Samadhi was so fierce, but it was The immortal was destroyed with a wave of his hand, and he is truly worthy of being the direct descendant of the teachings of 'carrying the imperial lineage to heaven and leading thousands of immortals to conquer all directions'!"
Wei Hu frowned slightly and glanced at Master Xuanyang, feeling a little unhappy in his heart.
Chanjiao does have the prestige of "carrying the authority of the emperor to heaven and leading thousands of immortals in all directions", but after just belittling Jiejiao, he is now praising Chanjiao. It seems to be flattering him, but why does it feel a little bit It seems like you are deliberately stirring up trouble?
As expected, after hearing these words, Jin Shengyang, who was pale because his magical power was broken, was furious and shouted: "What a 'General Leader of Ten Thousand Immortals in All Directions' Chanjiao!
You are not showing off your prestige in Dongsheng Shenzhou, but you come here to cause trouble on my Jiejiao territory. I will definitely not spare you today! "
As he spoke, he had already taken the lead to kill Wei Hu.
The remaining six Jie Jiao Immortals were not willing to lag behind and rushed forward with weapons in hand.
Seven Jie Jiao Immortals took action together, including Jin Shengyang, a master of heavenly immortals. Wei Hu didn't think too much and hurriedly waved the Demon-Conquering Treasure Pestle to greet them.
His demon-conquering treasure pestle is an extraordinary acquired spiritual weapon, given by his master Daoxing Tianzun, and it can be called top-grade in terms of grade.
When you hold this treasure in your hand, it is as light as gray grass; when it hits someone, it is as heavy as Mount Tai.
At this moment, Wei Hu waved the demon-conquering pestle, and there was a sound of wind and thunder, with endless changes.
He single-handedly fought seven Jie Jiao Immortals, including Jin Sheng Yang, and the fight lasted only three or five rounds before all seven Jie Jiao Immortals were knocked away.
Among them, two true immortals with relatively shallow Taoism were beaten to the point where their bones were broken and their tendons were broken, and their original shapes were revealed——
One is a red dragon in the sea, and the other is a leopard on land.
"They are really just people wearing hair and horns..."
Wei Hu muttered softly, his words filled with contempt and disgust.
Looking at the disciples of the Chan Cult, they are either innate spiritual beings or human beings who are the protagonists of heaven and earth. The occasional ones wearing hair and horns are mostly Taoist boys or mounts, not formal disciples.
After a pause, Wei Hu shouted loudly: "I remember that you are disciples of the Jie Jiao, so I have been careful in my actions! If you don't leave quickly, don't blame me for being merciless!"
Before he finished speaking, a red ray of light flashed into the field.
When the glow dissipated, a stunningly beautiful woman appeared.
She is wearing a fiery red fairy dress and a golden haze crown on her head. She has a fairy-like jade color and is flawless in white.
As soon as he appeared, he attracted the attention of everyone present.
"is her!"
Master Xuanyang exclaimed, and then his mouth moved slightly, but no sound came out.
Wei Hu, on the other hand, became relieved from his initial surprise. It was obvious that the two people were communicating through sound transmission.
"Fellow Taoist Huo Ling!"
Jin Shengyang was filled with surprises, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw. He pointed at Wei Hu and shouted: "This disciple of Chan Cult insults me and cuts off my teaching, and even hurts me..."
Before he could finish speaking, Huo Ling'er looked at him coldly.
The latter felt a chill in his heart, quickly closed his mouth and swallowed all the rest of the words.
At this time, Wei Hu had already learned from Master Xuanyang that Huo Ling'er was an immortal golden immortal. His expression was a little surprised, but he was not afraid. He was obviously quite confident in his own strength.
"Wei Hu, a third-generation disciple of Chanjiao, has met fellow Taoist Huo Ling."
Wei Hu bowed his head, composed his words in his heart, and then said seriously: "What happened today was caused by the misbehavior of these gods and gods from your sect and bullying the weak. I just can't stand such evil things, so I will teach them a lesson..." "
Huo Ling'er interrupted him directly and said unceremoniously: "According to what you said, do all the members of our team have to thank you?"
Sensing the anger contained in the other party's words, Wei Hu smiled nonchalantly and said, "I am a poor Taoist with a shallow moral practice, so I cannot deserve such a great gift. However, if all the Taoist disciples present here can change their ways after this lesson, I am relieved to have rehabilitated myself and returned to the right path."
Hearing this, Huo Ling'er, who had been holding back his anger for a long time, was completely furious.
"Is it my turn to teach you, a disciple of the Chan Sect, to teach me a lesson?"
