In front of the towering and collapsed Chongzhou City!
The son's Martial Saint Qi and blood not only dispersed the first phalanx of the rebels, but also directly dispersed the surrounding Sanskrit chants and golden light.
The rebels all regained their sense of self from their obsession.
For a moment everyone dropped their weapons and knelt down to beg for mercy.
Before Chonghou Hu's call for quick surrender was issued, a large number of the rebels fell to their knees as soon as they woke up.
They were confused...
I'm fucking running away!
Why did you call me back again?
Surrender, surrender, surrender!
When several of them saw Zi Shou's figure, they were shocked and lowered their heads. They quickly put on the look of a defeated general and followed the others in shouting surrender!
The rebels were crying and crying, with no sense of resistance at all, leaving Chonghou Hu with no joy of victory at all!
He wordlessly picked up Yuan Futong's head, swung the windmill, blood spattered everywhere, and pointed his bronze sword!
"Leave two hundred... no, two people will guard the eighteen thousand surrendered troops, and the rest will continue to wash the land for the king!"
"Roar!!"
The Chongzhou army is so powerful!
Zi Shou broke up the first phalanx, just rushing in casually. After all, there were many hidden lines hidden in this army.
They can catch fish in battle, and they can also be accidentally injured when attacking in a large area.
Zi Shou continued to move forward.
The more than 200,000 troops in front of him were like a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves, and they were all defeated in one blow.
Due to his qi and blood, the Sanskrit sounds dispersed and the golden light faded.
soon.
All 200,000 people knelt behind Ziyang and shouted for the king to spare his life.
The cry was loud.
The color of the world changed even more shockingly.
One person wipes out an army.
Chonghou Hu followed Zi Meng and only had to collect the weapons of the rebels to complete the work of clearing the battlefield.
At this time, two hundred thousand rebels were kneeling on the ground, trembling as they looked at the proud figure standing in front of them.
One hundred thousand Chongzhou troops also paid homage to this figure.
"The king is a god descending to earth!"
"Bah, your Majesty is your Majesty, I am the co-lord of the human race, what kind of god comes down to earth?"
"Is God worthy?"
"But...one person can defeat an army of 200,000 people. Only immortals can do this."
"Shut up! It used to be, but it's not now. Our king can do it too."
"The Marquis said that the king doesn't have any magic power in his body, he just has great strength."
"Can it be powerful enough to knock tens of thousands of people away?"
"Yes! Haven't you heard of the saying that when a star falls to the earth, the ground sinks hundreds of miles, and the sound shakes thousands of miles?"
"You think...can we also have this kind of energy and blood power?"
The Chong clan's army of one hundred thousand people looked at Zi Shou with bright eyes, and a sense of expectation arose in their hearts.
yes!
Just strong!
There is no need for immortal roots or cultivation. Can we do it?
At this time, Zishou stood in front of the army. Not far from him, a golden lotus grew on the ground!
On the lotus, sitting upright is a boy who is only seven or eight years old. He is dressed in white heavenly clothes, colorful ribbons and elegant patterns.
Sitting cross-legged!
Sitting barefoot on the lotus.
The boy's eyes were indifferent, his head was shining with clouds, and he watched Zi Shou walking step by step indifferently, his lips did not move, and a solemn voice came out.
The voice is young, yet old-fashioned.
"In one breath, you can kill thousands of demons that produce spiritual intelligence. Heavenly Immortals cannot do it, so Golden Immortals must take action."
"It seems that after the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, another golden immortal from Xuanmen descended into the mortal world."
"Unexpectedly, the twelve golden immortals are about to be killed, and there are Xuanmen disciples who disrespect the rules of heaven."
"Killing the creatures that give birth to spiritual wisdom is a taboo in heaven and earth."
"Tongtian really spared no effort to protect you Yin Shang."
After that, he picked up a glass-colored alms bowl, with endless light shining in it, and said coldly:
"I never expected that, Di Xin, you would dare to cross the line."
Zi Shou looked at him quietly and said:
"There is nothing in the world but the land of the king."
"You were the one who crossed the line."
The boy's face changed when he heard this, and his eyes were cold.
“Isn’t it the king’s land in the whole world?”
"Di Xin, you are too arrogant."
"How arrogant you are to say such a thing! Xia Jie didn't dare to say that at the time."
"I see that you are full of blood and energy, but you don't have any magic power in your body. I think you have circumvented the rules of heaven and secretly joined the witch clan to prove your path."
"For twenty years, the saint has not discovered anything."
"Zi Shou, you hide it so deeply."
Zi Shou frowned slightly when he heard Bai Lian's question.
Circumvent the rules of heaven?
Witch clan?
The Yang God's physical cultivation was regarded by this boy as the way for the witch clan to achieve enlightenment through strength?
The son is turned by his mind.
Practicing "Witch Clan Kung Fu" can avoid natural disasters.
Could it be that the human king cannot practice, but he cannot cultivate immortality.
But you can practice witchcraft!
Previously, as soon as he had the idea of cultivating the immortal way, a thunder calamity from the sky was born in his body, and he was almost knocked out of his soul.
After Hong Yi came to Honghuang, all his power disappeared and he could only practice the immortal way again.
Could this be a rule set by a saint?
In the ancient world, only immortal ways were allowed to exist?
Those who practice the immortal way must abide by the rules of the immortal way?
Zi Shou was full of thoughts and knew that there was a deeper secret hidden in it. This secret was probably known only to the saints.
"How do you know that I have practiced the Witch Clan's Yili Proving Way?"
Zi Shou couldn't help but ask.
After he finished speaking, he heard the boy say coldly:
"snort."
"Without soul and brute strength, he is clearly a witch."
"The inheritance of the Witch Clan must be filled with the blood of the Witch Clan!"
"It seems that at that time, many witches were secretly sheltered in the human palace!"
He got a lot of secrets from Bailiantongzi's words, but he didn't say anything or explain.
There has to be an explanation for the power he possesses.
Perhaps, this is a way.
Practicing the power of witchcraft?
The boy's lips did not move, and the cold voice continued:
"Thousands of years ago, the human race and the witch race competed for the main role in the world. The great witch almost died in the battle. Hundreds of thousands of witch tribes were killed by the Western Sect, Xuanmen and the Asura clan. I borrowed your human clan's sword to kill them all."
"The witch clan is an outcast from heaven and earth. I didn't expect that you, Di Xin, would become a witch for the sake of spiritual practice."
The boy sneered at first, then laughed.
"Di Xin, you are very smart and know how to circumvent heaven's rules. Unfortunately, you are just a mortal with little knowledge."
"The Witch Clan is not a human race. The stronger your Witch Clan's cultivation is, the weaker the Human King's ability to protect the country will be!"
"Now that you have the power of witchcraft in the realm of immortals, I don't need to be afraid of your ability to protect the country."
"For the sake of my ascetic's prosperity, I have spent tens of thousands of years cultivating myself at the peak of immortality!"
"Today, I will ferry you over."
He stood up barefoot from the golden Dharma Lian, murmuring with his lips, Sanskrit chanted suddenly, and the vast color of colored glaze protected his whole body.
He stepped into the void and rose up. Under his feet, golden lotuses fell and golden lanterns and bay leaves emerged.
Shoot it out with one palm!
This palm carried Sanskrit sounds, golden lotus, bay leaves, and sandalwood, covering the entire world in an instant. Everyone around them looked obsessed and fell into an illusion.
Zi Shou sneered, and the Martial Saint's essence and blood rose into the sky like smoke, and he simply threw an ordinary punch!
"The peak of immortality?"
"It's not that strong!"
