Chapter 45 Do you have any questions? Please read on
Chapter 45 Any questions? (Please follow up)
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
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Amidst the crisp, loud and rhythmic slaps, the fiery red sun finally jumped out of Tanggu, dispersing the last darkness.
In the sky above the Guixu Great Abyss, a group of immortals stared blankly at the direction from which the sound came.
I saw Wei Hu, who was tall and tall, being held in the hands of the equally tall and heroic Yu Yuan, like a little chicken.
Anyone who sees such a scene would find it hard to imagine that just a moment ago, this third-generation disciple of the Chan Sect was still arrogantly demanding that the disciples of the Jie Sect apologize to him.
But the change is so sudden and unpredictable.
By the time the immortals reacted, Wei Hu had been slapped so hard that his cheeks were as swollen as a pig's head, and all his white teeth flew out.
The demon-conquering treasure pestle is as light as gray grass when held in the hand, but when used to hit someone, it is heavier than Mount Tai. With the blessing of Yang Jian's own divine power, the strength of this pestle has reached its peak, and the sound of wind and thunder can be heard.
The formation is like a mountain collapsing and stars falling, just like Mount Tai pressing down on its top.
At first, all the gods and gods present thought that he was traveling with the Fire Spirit Madonna. Although they were very envious of his situation, they did not take him seriously.
At this moment, although he was also shocked that Yu Yuan actually had such tyrannical strength, he was extremely calm in his heart. He immediately compared the strength gap between the two sides and did not rush forward to save people. Instead, he chose to catch the demon.
Treasure pestle.
Yang Jian is not a person who strictly adheres to dogma. He has no psychological burden to carry out sneak attacks from behind when others are unprepared.
This was not because he valued the treasure more than senior brother Wei Hu, but because he felt that if he rushed forward with bare hands, he would probably not be able to do anything, so he might as well catch the demon-conquering treasure pestle first.
On the other side, Yang Jian reacted and did not rush forward to save people. Instead, he ducked to catch the demon-conquering pestle that was knocked away.
Yu Yuan looked at Yang Jian in confusion, "Your senior brother humiliated me, is there anything wrong with me slapping him a few times?"
But none of this matters anymore...
"boom!"
Even Wei Hu, a top-grade immortal who was the direct descendant of the teachings, was allowed to be manipulated in front of him, without the ability to fight back.
"..."
Yu Yuan turned around in surprise, still holding Wei Hu in one hand.
No matter how they looked at it, Yu Yuan was just a top-grade Xuanxian.
Just like the cunning and cunning he showed in scheming Huo Ling'er before, it was already stronger than that of Wei Hu!
Even Huo Ling'er, who is an immortal golden immortal, couldn't help but change his expression when he saw it, and subconsciously exclaimed: "Junior brother, be careful behind you!"
When he reached middle age, he originally planned to take care of his old age, but suddenly he discovered a very new way of spiritual practice...
Yang Jian nodded and looked at Yu Yuan deeply.
Judging from the strength that Yu Yuan showed, he might be able to bear it, but Wei Hu would never be able to bear it!
Yu Yuan definitely did this on purpose!
Yang Jian is very sure of this.
With each slap, bright red blood splattered.
From then on, I get to know fairies, build a relationship with them, refine their immortal energy, and live forever!
Yang Jian roared, his eyes slightly red.
Without saying a word, he jumped directly, turned into a rainbow light and caught Wei Hu, and then quickly disappeared into the sky...
Yang Jian opened his mouth, holding the demon-conquering pestle tightly in his right hand, and the backs of his fingers turned blue and white.
What's more, he is still acting like this to save talents.
I recommend a book by a good friend. The last one was blocked because of driving too fast... This one is even better, "Immortal Fate: Fairy Please Stay"
This discovery also greatly increased his confidence. With one step, he was behind Yu Yuan. He swung the magic pestle with his right hand and smashed it towards his back.
You know, not long ago, Wei Hu fought with the Golden Immortal of the Fire Spirit, the interception sect, for more than 200 rounds before losing.
Because he can do this kind of thing himself.
Even when he opened his mouth to reprimand Huo Ling'er, who was an immortal golden immortal, the immortals only regarded the relationship between them as relatively close and special.
"Look at what happened..."
"Behind?"
"you do this delibrately!"
Yang Jian's eyes turned red and he couldn't help roaring.
"puff--"
Yang Jian's eighty-nine mystical skills have reached the realm of transformation, his Taoism has improved rapidly, and his supernatural power is unparalleled, but he has never found a weapon that he can use.
But in front of this Yu Yuan, he was as weak and helpless as a little chicken, being held in his hand and being slapped with a big ear scraper.
It turns out that it’s not just because of the close relationship, but because he really has the qualifications!
At this moment, he took the demon-conquering treasure pestle in his hand, and immediately felt that although this treasure was not suitable for him, it was superior in weight and powerful, enough to allow him to exert twelve percent of his strength.
After receiving the blow from the Demon-Conquering Treasure Pestle, Wei Hu was directly thrown away like a rag doll, crossing a perfect parabola like a meteor. After flying for more than ten miles, he began to fall towards the Guixu Great Abyss below.
go.
"What's intentional?"
The deafening loud noise was accompanied by the crisp sound of bones breaking and the sound of blood and flesh splashing, mixed with Wei Hu's heart-wrenching howl and the subconscious screams and gasps from the surrounding gods and gods, playing together.
Play a piece of music to welcome the coming morning light.
Sneak attacks are inherently sudden and fatal.
That is to say, as a top-grade immortal, his body is inherently tough and indestructible. In addition, Yang Jian finally withdrew some of his strength, and Yu Yuan finally let go, causing him to be thrown away while also removing most of his body.
Otherwise, his body would have been beaten into a meat pie by that pestle at this moment.
The Demon-Conquering Pestle is Wei Hu's spiritual weapon. Logically speaking, no one else can use it without his permission.
Especially those immortals like Master Xuanyang who had met Yu Yuan before.
With the help of this high-grade spiritual soldier, he will be able to exert stronger power, which will increase his chances of winning.
Because he is the one who controls the situation on weekdays!
However, as a top-grade spiritual treasure, its spirituality was enough to judge that the situation in front of it was very critical for its owner, so it did not resist Yang Jian, the master's junior brother, and allowed him to hold it in his hands.
The latter's burly body happened to be blocking the movement of the Demon-Conquering Pestle, like a shield.
Yu Yuan smacked his lips and glanced at the demon-conquering pestle in Yang Jian's hand, "If you don't learn well at a young age, how can you do a sneak attack?"
Yu Yuan had a panoramic view of his actions and secretly admired him in his heart. He was worthy of being a bug-level figure in the Tribulation of the Gods. At a young age, he was as calm as a veteran on the battlefield. He knew how to adapt to local conditions, adapt to changes, and do whatever it took to win (a compliment).
It wasn't that he didn't resist, but he just didn't have the magic weapon in hand. His counterattack was like scratching an itch, and it didn't matter to Yu Yuan at all.
At this moment, Yang Jian felt horrified and the hair on his body stood on end.
Comparing the two, we can see that Yu Yuan is much more powerful than the Immortal Golden Immortal, the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit!
No wonder the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit would let him scold her.
"Brother!"
"It's fine if there's no problem."
This Jie Cult disciple named Yu Yuan reversed everything in less than half a stick of incense, completely destroying the good situation he had gained by scheming against the Holy Mother of Fire Spirits.
It wasn't until he suddenly took action and started beating Wei Hu with a big-eared scraper that the immortals suddenly realized that he was the real master!
Finally, he shook his head and said one word at a time: "No problem."
Not only in terms of strength, but also in calculations, mentality, adaptability and other aspects.
"call--"
Introduction: Someone told Ji Bochang since he was a child: "You, Ji Bochang, will not live long..."
Normally he would never act like this.
The sharp-eyed Immortal God could see that his chest had completely sunk in. Not much air had come in, and even his soul had floated out from the top door.
He knew only too well how powerful his pestle was.
Yu Yuan nodded slightly, with a gentle smile like spring breeze and rain, "Go and save your senior brother, otherwise it will be too late."
But at that moment, he clearly felt the difference.
Seeing this scene, all the immortals present were stunned.
"Click——"
As if to confirm those words, Ji Bochang practiced for more than twenty years and achieved nothing...
Therefore, he had no reservations about this blow, and had used all his strength, so that at this moment he could not stop even if he wanted to. He only had time to withdraw 30% of his force and come back, and the demon-conquering treasure pestle had already been smashed down heavily...
Countless years later…
The world of spiritual practice has gone through great changes, the years have changed, countless geniuses have risen and fallen, and countless immortals have been demoted to the mortal world!
But he was still dozing on the recliner, muttering as if in his sleep: "I, Ji Bochang, have a long life..."
Chapter completed!