The sky lit up, and five colorful lights came into view, making people dizzy and swaying.
It was as if the vitality had encountered a nemesis. It was drained away by this light, and whatever the sword pointed at, whether it was real or false, was shattered and cracked.
Even the shadowless air was cut open by the five-color sword light and could not be closed for a long time.
The huge black snake suspended in mid-air was biting, trying to swallow the essence clone that was suppressing the young man from Shaohao's tribe.
I met this sword head on.
Eliminate the vitality and cut the void.
After gathering three innate spiritual objects, Yang Lin's strength naturally increased.
Facing ordinary monks, you can basically cross a large realm to fight the enemy.
Even his three-yuan clone, the qi-yuan clone that specializes in controlling vitality and manipulating energy, uses the five-color sword light to great perfection. With one stroke of the sword, it has almost three-thirds of the power of the genuine five-color divine light.
The Black Water Black Snake is just a ferocious beast turned into a demon. Although it is naturally gifted and has profound magical power, it has not been taught by orthodox Taoism after all. Facing this innate level of attack, even Jin Qian's early body and cultivation can only hold on for a little longer. Several swords.
Cut through with one sword.
There was a pouring rain of blood from the sky.
As the black snake screamed wildly, everyone saw that there seemed to be a long crack in the middle of the huge snake's head, and skylight was shining through.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, a hint of timidity flashed through the cold and cruel vertical pupils of the Black Water Black Snake. Its body twisted and twisted, rolled back, and the water clouds gathered, and it fled back.
"Once you're here, don't leave. Either surrender or die."
The Qi Yuan clone in the green Taoist robe was unhurried and unhurried, like a blue cloud floating behind the Black Water Black Snake. His hands kept moving, his body moved, and with a brush of five colors, he slashed down again. This time, Cut to the long snake seven inches.
Blood rain fell from the sky like a waterfall.
The black snake hissed and whined miserably, unable to hold on any longer.
On the ground, the young man from Shaohao's tribe was also at his wits' end. The arrow rain could not reach far, and he was sweating profusely on his forehead. He was hit by the powerful man's essence clone with punches and palms, and was beaten like a wooden stake with a rumble, and his body was sunk in little by little. On the ground, bright red blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, and it looked like he was completely damaged internally.
"Take action, attack, why are you standing still?"
Before the joy on Qiuye's face could subside, he panicked again and commanded the tribe warriors and hundreds of ferocious beasts following him to charge forward.
He already felt something was wrong at this time.
Originally, I thought that with the combat power of the Golden Immortal level of Wang Ting's direct lineage, as well as the masters of the Blackwater Tribe sending troops with holy beasts, and accompanied by a mountain of fifth-level and above ferocious beasts, I would be able to defeat the Aoki tribe without any effort.
Furthermore, killing two birds with one stone and eliminating the envoys of the Great Shang Alliance, he himself can rely on this credit to rise to the top of the imperial court. Compared with being a hunter captain in the Aoki Tribe, his future is much better.
In troubled times, when it comes to making contributions, the opportunity is there, it just depends on whether you want to do it and whether you dare to take the risk.
He felt that although his adoptive father Qiu Yan was not very old, his thinking had become rigid and he had become an old fool.
Having such a good opportunity, but not knowing how to seize it, and still sitting in the trap, is really disdainful.
In this case, it is better to let him die and control the tribe instead.
In his opinion, the biggest threat to dealing with Aokibu was not Qiu Yan, but the priest in the back mountain and the sun-shooting bow.
But that's nothing.
Relying on the familiarity with tribal personnel and formations.
Not only can he lead people to easily break through the defense line without any damage, but he can also use a little trick to destroy Aokibe's biggest trump card.
However, Qiu Ye had calculated everything, but he had never expected that the Qingmu Tribe had so many masters besides Qiu Yan.
He really underestimated the nominal general of Dashang. Not only did he not defeat Dashang Wucheng and the generals of the royal family, but he also retained such strong strength.
Nowadays, we can only rely on numbers to attack. As long as one person is entangled, the Black Water Black Snake and the people from Shaohao's tribe can free up their hands to attack and kill them.
In his mind, except for the powerful swordsman and the strong man whose physique was too strong to be human, everyone else, including his adoptive father, were actually vulnerable.
There is absolutely no way he can stop so many ferocious beasts from killing him.
This is also the reason why he still retains some hope.
"How could I miss you?"
While Qiuye was shouting wildly, a white light flashed in front of him, and another figure appeared.
The person who came was wearing a red robe and a black gauze on his head. There were circles of halo behind his head, which seemed to connect all living beings. Thousands of people murmured in low voices, and ripples spread in all directions.
"wind……"
The figure in red robe and black gauze stretched out his hand and pointed.
A strong wind blew in the sky.
This wind is extraordinary, it can tear souls and bones. It blows in from the pores, the door, and the soles of the feet. It penetrates everywhere, making people's flesh and blood melt, and their bones collapse and turn into gravel.
Akino was hit by the wind on the head, and half of his body was left with only a skeleton. Amidst the screams, his bones were still collapsing. His magic power was running crazily, but he could only block it for a short time. His body was watching. To collapse.
"No……"
He couldn't retreat even if he wanted to. No matter how fast he went, he couldn't move as fast as the wind, so he could only carry on.
His eyes swept across the warriors and ferocious beasts around him, and all he saw was that large areas of his men were collapsing and disintegrating.
"rain!"
The man in red robe smiled slightly, but did not stop. He opened his mouth and spat out another word. Like the law of the heavens, the space shook slightly, the silver moon in the sky shone brightly, and countless moonlight-like raindrops fell leisurely.
Densely packed and accurately hit all the ferocious beasts and rebel Orion warriors.
This time it was even more cruel.
All the ferocious beasts and rebel warriors stopped screaming and howling wildly at the same time, their eyes widened, and they collapsed.
The soul of the soul turned into smoke and dissipated in the wind.
Qiuye stood blankly, looking blankly at the man in red robe. Looking far away, he saw the complicated eyes of his adoptive father. At the same time, he also saw a young man in the distance with his hands behind his back, looking indifferently.
"It turns out that I really made the wrong choice."
This thought flashed through my mind.
Qiuye's flesh and blood turned to ashes, and his soul dissipated like smoke. Only the broken clothes and armor were left in place, blown up by the wind, spinning and floating away. It seemed that this was the only thing that proved his existence.
The man in red robe is of course a clone of Shen Yuan.
That is, the body of faith that Yang Lin worked so hard to cultivate.
Although in the world of Journey to the West, the millions of believers in Jiangzhou and Haizhou were wiped out by a certain Bodhisattva, it does not mean that the spirit body was abandoned.
After returning to the Republic of China.
Although he did not spread faith again, preaching itself was a way to expand his influence.
Compared to the people of the two states in Journey to the West, the world of the Republic of China is many times bigger.
Anyone who spreads his reputation, appreciates his dedication, and lives a good life will be drawn to a little bit of strength.
A little adds up to a lot, and a pile of armpits makes a fur.
After being refined through martial arts, the power of the people's faith was so huge that even Yang Lin felt frightened.
In essence, there is no higher level of power, which is limited by cultivation.
But in terms of quantity and power, not only is it not weaker than the essence clone that protects the body with immortal spiritual light and the qi essence clone with the five-color divine light sword, but it is actually stronger.
The cultivation level of the divine clone is one level lower than the original one, which is the middle stage of true immortal. However, his mental power is like the vast ocean. He can analyze the nature of innate spiritual objects and lead the evolution of the world's vitality. The spells he uses are simply surprising. .
"Ordinary monks, even those in the middle stage of Golden Immortality, will probably be overwhelmed by the magic of the Three Light Divine Water."
After trying the power of the three-dimensional clone, Yang Lin was very satisfied.
His true form stood with his hands behind his back, and without even moving his hands, he captured or killed the great Shang Wucheng, the general of the royal family, the Blackwater tribe, and the direct descendants of the royal court.
At this time, the Jingyuan clone struck out like wild thunder and lightning, grabbing the sky-splitting bow, and slapped the young man's head with a palm as big as a leaf fan, knocking him unconscious, inhibiting his magic power, breaking his bones, and throwing them aside. He stopped with a smile.
The Taoist Priest Qingyunzi, the clone of Qi Yuan, chopped off the black water black snake that was hundreds of feet long until all its bones and flesh were broken. It was dying, whining and surrendering, turning into a little snake and lying there, no longer able to resist.
As for the Orion warriors brought by Akino and the Blackwater Tribe's beast exorcist wizards, they had already been beaten to pieces by the wind and rain spells, and not even the scum was left.
Huang Ming and Zhou Ji, who had lost their arms and legs, no longer had the strength to stare.
Looking at Yang Lin, his heart was full of despair.
The third young master in the house is so strong, so what he did before was a big joke.
The prince, mistress, and eldest son may really be in trouble.
