Under Chaoge City.
Xiqiwan couldn't extricate himself from the sad erhu melody.
The third generation disciples of Chanjiao were completely unable to move.
The third generation disciples of Chanjiao were even more miserable than the Xiqi soldiers without magic power under the nameless [inexplicable grief] mood.
At this time, Wang Ming's magic power was already very low, and his magic power could not cause much harm to these ordinary people or third-generation disciples.
They are mainly affected by sadness.
The third-generation disciples of Chanjiao are generally very young, and they were almost brought up by the second-generation disciples of Chanjiao through ripening techniques.
Wang Ming used special techniques to influence their minds. As long as their minds were lost, it would be easy to cause mana disorder, or even go crazy.
at this time,
The biggest enemy faced by the three generations of disciples of Chanjiao is not Wang Ming, but their own magic power.
The clone Wuming felt his own magic power, smiled slightly, and stopped holding the erhu's hand.
"Pfft!!" The three generations of disciples of Chanjiao all spat out a mouthful of blood, and their breaths became weak.
Wuming stood up and slowly walked towards Xiqi's army.
"Guard!" Someone in Xiqi's army shouted.
It is a pity that all the millions of troops are now useless and cannot play any role in this battle.
King Wu Jifa was also a little nervous.
Martial King Ji Fafa was also tortured by the grief, but his situation was better than that of the disciples of the Chan Cult and ordinary soldiers.
The first prerequisite for a king is to be cruel.
Family ties, love, friendship, etc., they can cut off without hesitation when necessary.
Therefore, the influence of the nameless [inexplicable sorrow] artistic conception on him is very weak.
Wuming slowly walked towards Ji Fa.
Everyone on Xiqi's side became nervous, fearing that Wuming would be unfavorable to Ji Fa.
"What are you going to do?
"Don't come over here!"
Some of Ji Fa's guards looked full of fear, but they still guarded Ji Fa conscientiously.
Yang Jian was also afraid that Wuming was going to kill him, so he kept his spirits up, sat up from the chariot, activated the magic weapon Sky Eye, and two golden inscriptions appeared between his eyebrows, like an eye.
But the moment after he opened his eyes, he was stunned.
Yang Jian said to Jiang Ziya: "Uncle Master! Why did Wuming suddenly lose any magic power?"
When Jiang Ziya heard this, he was stunned for a moment.
Li Jing asked in confusion: "How did his magic power disappear?"
Yang Jian speculated: "It's probably his own dissipated magic power."
Li Jing said to himself: "Disperse by yourself?"
Jiang Ziya suddenly changed his expression and said, "No! He wants to be detrimental to King Wu."
For a moment, Xiqifang became nervous.
Nezha asked in confusion: "Why do you want to disperse to cultivate if it is not good for King Wu?"
Jiang Ziya said with a solemn expression: "King Wu is the emperor, and the luck of the human race is concentrated on King Wu. If we monks want to harm King Wu, we will inevitably receive a backlash from our luck."
Yang Jian thought for a moment and then said: "Uncle Master, you mean that only those without magic power can attack King Wu?"
Jiang Ziya nodded and said, "That's right."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lei Zhenzi rushed up and shouted loudly: "Brother, leave quickly!"
Yang Jian was shocked: "Lei Zhenzi!"
Just when Lei Zhenzi was about to approach Wuming, he was knocked away by an unrivaled sword energy.
At the same time, Yang Jian and Jiang Ziya were also blown away by the sword energy.
Nezha said in pain: "Second brother! Didn't you say he has no magic power?"
Yang Jian was also confused.
Wuming ignored Yang Jian and the others and went straight to King Wu Jifa.
King Wu Jifa is no less a destined human emperor.
He can still remain calm when facing Wang Ming.
King Wu Jifa said: "Rebel, you are helping Zhou to do evil, going against the will of heaven, and trying to resist my destiny, Xiqi. You will die without a whole body."
Wuming smiled and said: "Destiny!
Indeed, you do have a destiny. "
King Wu Jifa was very angry with Wang Ming before, but he was not afraid of Wang Ming.
On the way from Xiqi to Chaoge, Ji Fa saw countless gods, gods and monsters.
He also suffered many life and death crises, but he passed them all safely.
These crises were not entirely ineffective for him.
Those strengthen the capacity of a king.
Every time he escaped death and recovered, his self-confidence was strengthened.
None of the powerful men like Lord Tongtian, who has the power to return to heaven and destroy the earth, can stop his hegemony.
He has become extremely convinced that he is the right one.
Ji Fa was still extremely confident at this time.
He was confident that Wang Ming could not hurt him in the slightest.
Wuming was not affected by Ji Fa's kingly domineering attitude at all, and said calmly: "Now that all your subordinates are gone, only the two of us are left. King versus king, let's have a battle of fate!"
Ji Fa snorted coldly and actually pulled out his sword.
In the original plot, Ji Fa had a one-on-one fight with King Zhou.
Wuming couldn't help but smile when he saw Ji Fa pull out his long sword and challenge.
Just when I was about to take action.
The sky suddenly changed color, and a horrifying pressure swept across the world, pressing all the creatures on the earth to the ground and unable to move. ,
This is the descending power of the Holy Spirit.
"The bold maniac actually tried to steal the fate of the human race." A shadow appeared in the sky.
Yang Jian looked up and saw the phantom in the sky, and said in surprise: "Uncle I."
This person is Laozi, one of the three pure saints.
He is also the first saint under Taoist Hongjun.
The reason why I appear is just because Wang Ming has affected the fate of the human race.
I touched my cake.
The opportunity for Lao Tzu to become a saint was to establish teaching merit.
The established people teach.
The human race is almost all my property.
Wuming felt very uncomfortable being suppressed by this holy power, but Wuming was not very afraid.
Because Wuming had already expected that Saint would be unable to do it.
Just when Wang Ming was about to use his trump card, a second grand and vast holy power suddenly appeared in the sky.
"Senior Brother I, you are so ungrateful. In order to dominate the fate of the human race, you deliberately plotted against me."
In an instant, all the creatures on the earth trembled.
The sage Laozi said in a leisurely voice: "Why did Junior Sister Nuwa say that?"
Sage Nuwa said angrily: "Wuwei! Wuwei, you really can do everything! The only ones who can take action against the Human Emperor are you and me. Other saints who dare to take action against the Human Emperor will inevitably suffer backlash."
I took action against Di Xin. From now on, my luck in the human race will be reduced to the lowest level.
From now on, the human race will recognize you more than me, the founder. "
Nuwa gritted her teeth and said, "Big brother, what a plan!"
Do you dare to think that Heaven will swear that the poem Emperor Xin wrote in my temple was not yours? 「
The saint I was silent.
Sage Nuwa didn't know about these things originally, but the words Wuming said in a boastful way awakened Nuwa and realized that she had been deceived.
Laozi and Nuwa are both supreme saints. They understand that things have reached this point and cannot be improved.
