"What do you want?" Wang Zijia mocked, looking at Feng Yingzhong and said:
"Originally, we don't have a life-and-death feud, but Taoist friend is too arrogant. In the past month, he has made many 'invitations' based on the trust of my tens of thousands of masters. Now that I am here today, what do you think? ?”
"What a loud tone!" Feng Yingzhong was about to mock again as he spoke.
"Fight!"
But just as he opened his mouth, the long sword floating beside Wang Zijia slashed into the void on the right.
"laugh!"
With a strange sound, a flying head that quietly approached Wang Zijia was cut out by the long sword and split into two halves.
"Ha, you don't have a long memory!" Wang Zijia snorted coldly, a long sword flew into his hand, and his whole body turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Feng Yingzhong.
Feng Yingzhong swayed and transformed into a dozen figures. He held a dark red blood stick no more than two feet long in his hand and rushed towards Wang Zijia.
Long swords were flying, cold light flashed, and blood sticks were dancing, accompanied by phantoms flying out across the sky. It was difficult to distinguish the true from the false.
For a moment, flying swords were flying in the sky, and the clones, flying heads, and headless demon bodies were fighting together.
The battle started without warning.
Many clever ones below began to run away quietly, while some bold ones watched the battle in the sky.
The battle lasted for a while, and Feng Yingzhong's face turned dark.
Although strictly speaking, this was their first official confrontation, they had also collided head-on several times at the Three Realms Temple.
That time, he clearly felt that the opponent's cultivation level was not comparable to his, but his methods were very strong. This was why he dared to be so arrogant and wanted to regain his position.
But in less than two months, the other party had become so much stronger. His cultivation level was no different from his, and his methods were even more astonishing.
If I had known better, I wouldn't have gotten into this kind of trouble! ! !
unlucky!
"Why are fellow Taoists so angry? If something happens, let's sit down and have a good chat. If there is any misunderstanding, just let it go!"
After a moment of collision and roughly figuring out the other party's details, Feng Yingzhong really wanted to back down.
At this moment, Wang Zijia had roughly figured out the details of the other party, and said with a cold look in his eyes:
"Are you thinking of making peace now? Do you remember what fellow Taoist said a few days ago? I don't have the nerve to cry and make peace!"
"you······"
After saying this, before Feng Yingzhong could continue speaking, Wang Zijia suddenly waved.
'The false spirit said: Ancient luck has come true! '
A blurry shadow merged into Wang Zijia's body, and Wang Zijia expanded rapidly and came out in the form of a dharma. As if summoned by a spirit, Wang Zijia's aura also increased rapidly.
"What kind of secret method is this to increase so much strength so easily?!"
Feng Yingzhong's pupils shrank sharply, and he had no time to think. He reached out and took off the head from his neck. His figure also expanded rapidly, and the law appeared.
Immediately after he threw his head, the huge flying head disappeared into the void and rushed towards Wang Zijia. The headless corpse's Faxiang also fought with Wang Zijia again with a short stick.
However, Wang Zijia's aura was already several stages stronger than Feng Yingzhong's.
"Too!"
The long sword in his hand slashed out at the head!
"bump!"
The powerful sword light was blocked by the stick carried by the headless corpse. When the phantom dancing in the sky was instantly shattered, the headless dharma image was slashed dozens of miles away by the sword and landed in the wilderness outside the city.
Before the opponent could take a breath, Wang Zijia wanted to catch up again and mend his sword.
At this time, the huge flying head was hanging in the void, and its long hair suddenly turned into blood-colored chains, surrounding Wang Zijia from all directions.
Wang Zijia made a movement, and the remaining four long swords flew towards Feng Ying Zhong in the distance. His own eyes flashed with cold light, and mana crazily poured into the swords in his hands.
'Swordsmanship: Cut the Sky with the Seven Swords of Cutting the Sky! '
The huge spiritual sword shadow was slashed out again.
The blood-red chains that filled the sky immediately shattered. With the huge gap in strength, Huandao's fancy methods were completely useless.
Feitou was directly split in half by Wang Zijia's sword, shattered by the sword energy, and exploded into two bloody balls.
"puff!"
On the other side, the headless Fa Xiang, who was surrounded by four swords, responded to the bell. At the moment when his flying head was shattered, the entire Fa Xiang froze as if struck by lightning.
The four long swords instantly penetrated his body as if they were alive.
The huge dharma image exploded and filled the sky with phantoms. Feng Yingzhong fell out of it, staggered a few steps, and a mouthful of blood spurted out along with his internal organs.
Probably because of the previous lesson, he did something. After the flesh and blood left the body, it quickly turned into a phantom and was annihilated, as if he had spit out fake blood.
But his pale complexion and sluggish aura showed that the other party was definitely seriously injured.
Surrounded by small shields, he glanced coldly at Wang Zijia, who rushed up again. This time he didn't say any harsh words, and his figure quickly disappeared.
"Ha! Are you trying to run away now? Do you really think that my curse system is just a decoration?"
Seeing this, Wang Zijia didn't panic at all.
Grabbing the void with one hand, a large net composed of golden silk threads emerged. It was actually the causal net inserted with the sound when walking in the air before!
"bump!"
Feng Yingzhong, who had not completely faded, solidified again and fell out.
"you!"
Feng Yingzhong, who had failed to exchange reality with the substitute, had a face full of surprise and uncertainty, his mana surged, and his figure became insubstantial again, trying to force another backup force.
Wang Zijia immediately pressed his hands into the void, and a causal prison composed of golden threads quickly appeared.
The prison is not a physical ban, but a combination of the sealing path and the causal path, which temporarily cuts off the connection between the opponent and a group of substitutes.
The virtualized Feng Ying Zhong was completely solid, and it was completely unable to sense the aura of any substitute.
For the first time, a look of panic appeared on his frightened face.
But Wang Zijia no longer gave him any time to think about how to deal with it.
The golden light in his eyes soared.
"Magic Eye: Concentrate!"
A strange spiritual light directly penetrated his shield and hit the opponent, making him freeze for a moment.
"Kendo: Here comes the Flying Sword!"
The next moment, the long sword turned into five streams of light, shooting towards the frozen Feng Yingzhong like lightning.
Feng Yingzhong was suddenly shocked by the Tao of Mind and Soul, and was in a daze for a moment. Fortunately, he was also a monk of the Tao of Mind and Illusion, so he only froze for a moment before recovering.
At this time, Feijian was already rushing towards him, and his whole body of mana surged into the small shield in front of him.
"Jingle bell!"
"Crack!"
Five long swords hit the shield at the same time, making Feng Yingzhong feel as if he was struck by lightning and besieged by several gods at the same time.
The shield only lasted for a moment before exploding.
Five long swords were inserted directly into his body.
"bump!"
His body once again turned into a phantom and was annihilated. A dozen feet away, a figure fell out in embarrassment.
There was blood from the corner of his mouth and his face was pale. It looked like he had used some life-saving means.
Wang Zijia on the side seemed to have expected it. Before the opponent could take a breath, the dark red flying sword turned into a stream of light and rushed forward.
"etc!"
The other party wanted to say something.
Wang Zijia ignored the opponent at all. This time, the five long swords formed a pentagonal formation and directly surrounded the opponent in the middle.
"burst!"
Suddenly, under Feng Yingzhong's astonished gaze, five dark red swords exploded.
The scorching fire and viscous lava turned into a dark and raging ghost mist, sweeping across a radius of ten miles in an instant.
The extreme heat mixed with the cold ghost mist, causing secondary explosions of crystals and third explosions of mana.
Feng Yingzhong originally fluctuated again, trying to replace his body, but he failed to come out and was directly enveloped by the explosion.
"Bump!"
In the one after another explosions, Feng Yingzhong's body was completely blown to pieces.
On the broken body, the dark red lava continued to erode like maggots on the tarsal bones, killing the vitality of the Dharma.
"call out!"
The next moment, a baby god held a short stick and was protected by a broken small shield. He rushed out of the ghost mist and headed towards the distance.
Suddenly, Guiwu had been waiting for this move, and the dark mist suddenly shrank, turning into a giant devil's mouth, swallowing him in one gulp.
"No!"
As he screamed in despair, Guiwu slowly shrank and turned into a small dark red flag, which was caught in Wang Zijia's hand.
Wang Zijia didn't relax immediately after receiving the ghost flag. The golden thread appeared in his hand, and the runes in his eyes flashed like waterfalls. He kept exploring and calculating!
"call!"
After a long time, when Wang Zijia was completely sure that he had taken care of this guy, he let out a long breath.
'It's not easy, this disgusting thing is finally solved! The Lord God is really difficult to deal with! '
'In the future, when encountering the enemy of the Divine Lord, they will either attack with lightning or attack quietly. I will not give the opponent enough time to prepare slowly. It is too difficult to deal with an old monster that has survived for hundreds of years! '
As Wang Zijia's thoughts flashed, he turned his hand and put away the ghost flag. With a wave of his hand, the other party's body and the storage ring were put away by Wang Zijia.
In the distance, countless people watching watched with horror on their faces as they watched a large evil cultivator being suppressed and beaten by Wang Zijia for a long time before being quickly eliminated.
Only at this moment did they realize that the rumors about this new divine king of the Chu family were not only true, but they were also a bit conservative!
This is not a new divine king. He is obviously an old monster who has been living in poverty for hundreds of years!
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After cleaning up the battlefield, Wang Zijia floated to the edge of the city and saluted everyone.
The city lord of the Sheng family guarding this city responded with a great gift and hurriedly returned the gift.
"The whereabouts of this devil are difficult to determine. It's rare to find him today. We have to do it here to prevent him from having another mishap and escaping. I'll offend you so much, so please don't blame me!" Wang Zijia said to him.
The city lord was no more than a real person for the first time, so he immediately hurriedly said: "Master Qianxu, you are so polite, I naturally understand this. It is a blessing for us that Master Qianxu can protect us forever."
"This junior is also not strong enough. If our ancestors were here, I would definitely step forward to help the Lord God!"
"I have a lot of things to do today, so I won't bother you anymore! When I have some free time tomorrow, I will definitely go to Guangping Mansion to visit!"
"The younger generation, the ancestor of our family, is waiting for the Lord God!" The city lord replied with a respectful look on his face.
Wang Zijia glanced at everyone, said no more, and disappeared.
An invisible book escaped directly into the city, and the Chu family disciple's eyebrows disappeared without a trace after being embedded in a shop.
(End of chapter)
