Hong Pi thought that the gods suddenly bloomed with divine light, majestic and majestic.

In the divine light, there are layers of clouds and smoke surging.

The old man's fists were pounding like wild dragons, and his violent fists and fists pushed away the clouds and smoke.

But a huge guillotine was revealed!

Two giant pillars hold up the sky, and various ancient mythical beasts are carved on them.

Thick iron chains were wrapped around the two pillars, and a giant cutting blade was hung high between the two pillars, exuding a cold killing intent!

"Dragon-Slaying Platform!"

"Imitate the Dragon Fist in front of me? You are looking for death!"

This was originally a sword technique in the Huimengxian Sutra.

It is not the sword technique used by ordinary martial artists, but the Confucian sword technique.

Words are like swords!

The righteousness of the Spring and Autumn Period is as fierce as a sword.

A three-inch tongue can also kill ghosts and gods.

It was with this sword technique that Wei Wencheng killed the Dragon King of the Four Seas.

After dreaming of killing the dragon king, this sword has become more mysterious and refined, and it is naturally capable of restraining objects that have the shape of a dragon or a dragon god.

Hong Pi took its essence and refined it, making it more mysterious and mysterious.

The old butler was extremely shocked when he saw the vision manifested in the divine light.

He has never seen this method before.

I have never even heard that even ghosts and immortals do not have such means to manifest such wonders that are almost as real as reality.

The guillotine appearing in the clouds frightened him even more.

Just the solid murderous intention stopped him from moving.

The iron chain on the guillotine automatically wrapped around him for no reason.

In an instant, his whole body was entangled.

I thought it was an illusion, but the cold touch and fierce aura frightened the old butler.

The iron chains wrapped around him and dragged him towards the guillotine.

not good!

The old butler was already afraid. If he was cut down by the giant blade, he would not die, and he would definitely not be able to save his fists.

"ha!"

The old butler suddenly exhaled and spoke loudly.

It was like a thunderclap on a sunny day, shaking the Marquis Wu Wen's mansion.

His already burly body suddenly grew taller again.

The strong wind was blowing all over his body, and all his clothes were blown apart.

Revealing is a monk's robe that shines with black gold luster, and the muscles of his arms are as knotted as dragons, like the legendary giant god, extremely violent.

He inhaled sharply through his nose, and his chest bulged high.

Then it sucked in all the air within a few feet.

If Hong Pi were not a god but an ordinary person, he would suffocate to death just like that.

As soon as he opened his mouth and vomited, it was like a hurricane blowing outside the courtyard. Rockeries, rocks, drums and other objects were blown upside down. Even the planted green plants and trees were uprooted.

That violent blood energy soaring to the sky? It actually shook Hong Pi's thoughts about gods.

It was like the scorching sun was approaching. It was unbearably hot, and it was even more like being under heavy pressure. It made him feel suffocated and hard to breathe.

This is oppression of the soul!

Even if Hong Pi thinks about the gods, it is still a thing of the soul. It cannot escape all kinds of shackles.

But what a pity that he is a god who can become a saint with just one thought? If he is a Taoist yin god who has not yet become a ghost or immortal, his soul will immediately disappear if his blood energy rushes out.

What a great old butler!

Is the old servant around him so great? That Hong Xuanji is indeed the cornerstone of Daqian's country.

only……

"So what about the Martial Saint? I can't escape from my trip to the Dragon-Slaying Platform!"

"Kneel down!"

Hong Pi suddenly shouted. The iron locks on the dragon-slaying platform clattered, and he entangled the old housekeeper and dragged him to the platform.

The body that was as violent as a giant was also bent down by the entanglement.

The black gold monk's robe was not deformed, let alone shattered, even when the iron chain was so tightly entangled.

It is obviously a rare treasure in the world.

"ah!"

The old butler's arms suddenly broke free from the iron locks. He moved his left and right arms outward at the same time, like turning a round wheel.

"The wheel of life? The wheel of death, all the heavens and heavens!"

Two phantoms of wheels appeared in his hands. He grabbed them, held them in his fists, and pushed them forward again.

A roaring roar sounded? It was the air being squeezed by him, causing it to scream loudly.

"Stubborn!"

The long beards of the gods are fluttering when I think about them? Their upright spirit is as sharp as a knife.

"Dragon-Slaying Platform!"

"cut!"

"Whoa!"

The iron locks slid rapidly, and the huge blade suddenly fell from the tall pillar.

"clang!"

"Boom!"

A pair of physical fists collided with a guillotine transformed by thoughts and divine will, causing the sound of gold and iron clashing, bells ringing, and drums shaking.

"puff!"

The old butler spat out a mouthful of hot blood and fell to the ground. Thick smoke rose and the soil was scorched black.

The dragon-slaying platform that the God of Thought had manifested also shattered at the same time.

The illusory figure was also revealed, but it was almost dispersed like smoke.

But it condenses again between breaths.

"Hong Xuanji's wheel of life and death?"

Hong Pi's thoughts turned.

You can see a leopard from the air.

It took only an old servant next to Hong Xuanji to pass on the Wheel of Life and Death, which was already so extraordinary.

Even those who are not in the realm of the peak martial saint can beat his thought god, who is comparable to the Thunder Tribulation Ghost Immortal who thinks of pure yang, to almost collapse.

You can imagine how powerful Hong Xuanji is.

Considering his current cultivation level of no more than ten years old, time is still too short.

Whether it is thoughts about gods or martial arts cultivation, I am afraid they are still far out of reach.

Wu Wenhou's Mansion is an unusual place. This burst of fighting has already alarmed the soldiers in the mansion.

Most of them are veterans of many battles in the realm of martial arts, and there are also some innate martial arts masters.

One by one, they wore magic armor, precious bows and crossbows.

The crossbows and arrows rained down, and the blood and energy were like a rainbow. Not to mention martial arts masters, even Yin gods could kill him instantly.

Hong Pi glanced at the soldiers of the Hou Mansion who were gradually encircling them, and then glanced towards the small courtyard out of the corner of his eye.

The noise of the fight here was so loud that it naturally alerted Hong Yi inside.

It's just that this kid was quite smart and didn't run out to watch the fun.

I have been hiding in the house, watching through the crack in the door.

Hong Pi smiled in his heart and melted into the moonlight again, escaping silently like a stream of light.

"Don't chase after poor bandits!"
To be continued...