Chapter 321 The Great Calamity of the Yunling Sect

Above the sky, clouds gathered again, countless souls were constantly pulled away, and then rushed towards the huge vortex.

Seeing this scene, Wang Fuqiang frowned slightly, and the fear in the eyes of the two gods was much lessened.

Wang Fuqiang looked at the Zhaixing Tower Ancestor below, snorted coldly, then forced the two gods back with one sword, and rushed directly towards the Zhaixing Tower Ancestor.

Seeing Wang Fuqiang suddenly killing him, the old ancestor Zhaixing Tower changed drastically.

He might have not been afraid of Wang Fuqiang before, but now he has watched Wang Fuqiang kill four gods with his own eyes. If such a person really wants to kill him, he will definitely not be able to avoid it.

After two gods blocked Wang Fuqiang's attack, they snorted coldly and chased Wang Fuqiang directly.

They all knew very well that Wang Fuqiang wanted to stop the ancestor Zhaixinglou from offering sacrifices to his soul. Once the ancestor Zhaixinglou was killed or seriously injured by Wang Fuqiang, the sacrifice formation would be interrupted. At that time, only the two of them would definitely die. Therefore, they would have a chance to stop Wang Fuqiang from killing the ancestor Zhaixinglou.

Wang Fuqiang didn't care about the two gods at all. He was determined to kill the ancestor of Zhaixing Tower. He was not worried that another god would come, but he didn't want Zhaixing Tower to become the second Qixia Mountain.

In the battle of Qixia Mountain, there were enough people who died. If Zhaixing Tower becomes the next Qixia Mountain, then Wang Fuqiang will really become the sinner of the whole world. How can he represent the human world and confront the gods?

Now, as long as you kill an ancestor Zhaixing Tower, you can stop all this, and Wang Fuqiang doesn’t have to choose at all, nor will hesitate. For both public and private, this ancestor Zhaixing Tower deserves to die.

The two gods used their magical powers at the same time and directly hit Wang Fuqiang, smashing Wang Fuqiang to the ground.

Seeing Wang Fuqiang being hit, the two gods and the ancestor Zhaixinglou were both very happy, but the next moment, the three of them changed their faces almost at the same time, especially the ancestor Zhaixinglou, who retreated repeatedly.

Unfortunately, everything was too late. Wang Fuqiang was hit on purpose. On the one hand, he showed his weakness to the enemy and paralyzed the three of them. On the other hand, he used the attacks of two gods to accelerate the approach of the Zhaixing Tower Ancestor.

Wang Fuqiang showed an evil smile, and the long sword in his hand rotated in the air for half a circle, and slashed the ancestor of Zhaixing Tower.

The old ancestor Zhaixing Tower had already focused on the driving formation. He had been careless before and had no time to avoid it at this moment, let alone resisting, and was killed by Wang Fuqiang with a sword.

Above the sky, clouds were still condensing, and those souls that had been extracted were still entering the vortex, but the remaining powerful men from Zhaixing Tower escaped a disaster.

In other words, gods may appear in the clouds, but they are only those souls that have been withdrawn, and there will not be too many.

Sure enough, as four gods appeared in the sky, the clouds dissipated and the heaven and earth returned to tranquility.

On the ground, the powerful people from Zhaixing Tower had complex expressions, including the joy of escaping a disaster, as well as their hatred for Wang Fuqiang and their concerns about Zhaixing Tower.

It is precisely because of this complicated mood that their attitude towards Wang Fuqiang has become complicated, and they don’t know whether to be grateful or hated.

But at this moment, Wang Fuqiang didn't care about the opinions of these people. With these four gods, his opponent became six gods.

The previous ability to kill four gods was due to the support of the formation and the contempt of these gods. Now the formation he drove has reached its limit. Although he can still bless him, the effect is almost negligible.

In other words, the next battle will be even more difficult. He must be able to fight these six gods with his own strength. In addition, he has been hurt by the magical powers of the two gods before. Although he has the blood spirit pool to help recover, it is impossible to fully recover in a short period of time.

Wang Fuqiang really regretted not bringing Hongling Baizhi here at this moment. If they were there, it would be easier to deal with such a few gods. However, things in the world were unpredictable. Wang Fuqiang did not expect the talks to collapse. Moreover, if Hongling Baizhi was here, although they could solve these gods more easily, they would still cause more trouble because of their identities.

Wang Fuqiang held the long sword in his hand upside down, turned around and looked at the six gods in the sky. The two of them had already stood with the remaining four, and were still discussing something in a low voice.

Then, the six gods took action at the same time, all of whom used the Dharma Image Golden Body first, and then formed seals at the same time to form a powerful killing formation, directly suppressing Wang Fuqiang.

This is what Wang Fuqiang is most worried about. These two gods will inevitably inform the remaining four gods of his situation. The six gods will work together to take action. The power is not as simple as one plus one equals two. Especially for this kind of formation, it is almost impossible to break through one by one. It is still very difficult for Wang Fuqiang to kill the six gods at the same time.

In addition to the effect of the Dharma Image Golden Body, the difficulty has undoubtedly increased a lot.

Although Wang Fuqiang can also use the Dharma Image Golden Body, the Dharma Image Golden Body needs a long time to condense. It has only been more than two years since he realized the Dharma Image Golden Body. Compared with these gods, there is a big gap.

There is no way, this is the gap in realm. It can only be made up for years of accumulation. If it weren't for Wang Fuqiang's special situation, he could not be suppressed by realm. Not to mention fighting against these gods, even the ancestor of Zhaixing Tower could easily kill him.

Since there is no suppression in the realm, it depends on whose means are more powerful.

On one hand, six gods work together to kill one person, and on the other hand, one person fights against six gods alone, and six gods must be killed at the same time. There seems to be no need to guess the outcome, but Wang Fuqiang has never been the kind of person who easily admits defeat.

He directly drove the formation, blessed all the remaining power of the formation on his body, then took back the chess pieces, mountain and river fans, and Fuxi plates, and at the same time directly entered the mysterious ones, which were in line with the heaven and earth.

As he entered that mysterious artistic conception, Wang Fuqiang's aura began to rise, and as his aura rose, he rushed directly to the sky, as fast as lightning, and instantly appeared opposite the gods. The killing formation launched by the six people worked together to plunge directly at this extremely fast speed.

The height is still, and the pressure formed by the six gods is naturally greatly reduced. The six gods do not seem to care, and they make seals again, and then the six gods disappear at the same time. When they appear again, they just form six directions to surround Wang Fuqiang in the center.

The six gods formed a formation eye and put pressure on Wang Fuqiang at the same time.

Under that pressure, Wang Fuqiang was suppressed back to the ground again, faster than going up, so the entire Zhaixing Tower shook violently, and cracks began to appear in the space originally isolated from the outside world.

Under this situation, after today's battle, there will probably be another blessing in this world.

The fight between gods and immortals is overwhelming, but it is really not just a saying. A being as powerful as a cave heaven and blessed land cannot withstand the magical powers of these gods.

After Wang Fuqiang landed on the ground, he barely forced this powerful force to dissolve it, and some blood was also spilled out of the corners of his mouth.

Wang Fuqiang raised his head slightly. He knew very well that if he wanted to kill six gods at the same time, he had to have the power to kill six gods at the same time. Among the magical powers and magic he mastered, only the True Thunder God can barely do it, but the True Thunder God God God God God is too low after all. It is okay to deal with ordinary cultivators, but it may not be enough to deal with these gods from the divine realm.

In addition to the true thunder technique, only the horizontal sword in the Zongheng Sword can be achieved. However, the Zongheng Sword also has a flaw. If you want to exert all your strength, you must use both swords at the same time. Once the Zongsword is used, it will break the rules of heaven and earth, and then there will only be more gods. It was because of this that Liu Zhi fell in the capital of Fengxue Kingdom.

Then there is only rune power.

Since he came out of the ruins last time, Wang Fuqiang used his rune power and rarely used it since then. It was because he was put on a slight trick by the old god in the rune land, and he felt a shadow in his heart. As the saying goes, he was bitten by a snake and was afraid of the well rope for ten years. Although he had no good water and the old guy in the rune land, on the contrary, he had some emotions and had full trust in each other, this subconscious rejection was still difficult to erase.

Moreover, there is indeed no battle to use rune power along the way. This is the first time now.

Making up his mind, Wang Fuqiang no longer hesitated, raised his left hand slightly, and Fuxi plate appeared directly, and then a huge Pisces picture appeared out of thin air. After rotating a circle above his head, it fell down and merged into the earth.

As the Pisces diagram merged, the entire ground began to shake violently, and then eight hexagrams appeared in each of the eight directions. The hexagrams rose, the universe was reversed, the sun and the moon were changed, and the space in the Zhaixing Tower finally couldn't bear it and completely shattered.

At the moment when the space of Zhaixing Tower collapsed, external rules instantly poured in, accelerating the collapse of the space of Zhaixing Tower. The entire space of Zhaixing Tower was instantly chaotic, so that the six gods were greatly affected, and the formation formed by the combined force shook instantly.

Of course, Wang Fuqiang would not miss this opportunity. He raised his hand and pressed the Fuxi plate, and directly used the power pouring in from the outside world to drive the Fuxi plate to create a more chaotic space and impact the killing formation of the combined force of the six gods.

At the same time, a mountain and river fan appeared directly in front of Wang Fuqiang. The fan surface unfolded, and the chaotic space was poured on. This was not counted. As the mountain and river fan appeared, the scroll given by the painting saint Wu Zidao also appeared. As the scroll unfolded, the entire space of Zhaixing Tower was instantly included. Then, in front of Wang Fuqiang, countless crystal clear black and white chess pieces appeared out of thin air.

After these chess pieces appeared, Wang Fuqiang did not make any moves. The chess pieces flew out one after another and merged into the mountain and river scroll. If someone was by Wang Fuqiang's side, he would definitely see the entire Zhaixing Tower appearing on the scroll, including the six gods.

As the chess pieces merged into the painting of mountains and rivers, huge chess pieces appeared directly above the sky, smashing down with a bang, shaking the earth and shaking the mountains.

As these chess pieces fell, each moment the chess pieces transformed into a terrifying spirit beast, constantly attacking the six gods.

Under this offensive, the six gods could only passively defend. The killing formation originally used by the six people to work together also became a defensive formation. As more and more chess pieces, these six gods were obviously a little unbearable.

After all the chess pieces had been integrated into the mountains and rivers, a pen appeared in Wang Fuqiang's hand, directly outlining and portraying the scroll. With his portrayal, huge bamboo slips appeared directly above the sky, exuding the great sword energy, falling down like raindrops.

On the ground, the powerful men from Zhaixing Tower did not care about the pressure of gods, and they fled in panic. Moreover, the so-called pressure of gods was also dissipated by Wang Fuqiang's methods.

Now the entire Zhaixing Tower has completely become a chaotic land. Even if this blessed land can be integrated into the Yuanzhong Realm, it will be beyond recognition, let alone retain the foundation of Zhaixing Tower.

After this battle, although Zhaixing Tower would not become the next Qixia Mountain, it was actually not much better. At least Zhaixing Tower no longer exists.

With the emergence of those bamboo slips, the battle situation was unclear. When everything subsided, the entire Zhaixing Tower had been forcibly integrated into the Yuanzhong Realm. The original Zhaixing Tower was directly filled with dust in the sky, and its height had reached the sky.

The world is silent, as if it is dead, without even a trace of wind.

A man walked out slowly in the dust, his clothes were destroyed, and he was holding a long sword in his hand. On the sword, green light lingered, reflecting the skin on his body also emitted a green light, like a god of killing coming from hell.

As the man walked out, the dust exploded in an instant, and the chaotic space behind him also returned to normal in an instant, but just looking around, it was full of devastation.

A total of ten gods in front and behind were completely dead!

After Wang Fuqiang walked out, he shook his sword in his hand and said loudly: "From today, there will be no Zhaixing Tower in the world. If any force dares to approach the gods, Zhaixing Tower will be the end. Anyone who dares to disrupt the order of the world will be enemies of Shanhe Academy."

The voice was thick and clear, and it was unquestionable.

There are already many strong people paying attention to the Zhaixing Tower. Now, after hearing what Wang Fuqiang said, everyone was filled with excitement, fear and worry.

The strong men from Zhaixing Tower were all hanging their heads down, with a confused face.

They don't know what attitude they should maintain for this man.

resentment?

With his own strength, this man saved them from the miserable end of being sacrificed, allowing them to continue standing between the world and breathe fresh air.

gratitude?

However, this man destroyed their sect, killed their ancestors, and annihilated the entire Zhaixing Tower in this world, shamed countless powerful people in Zhaixing Tower, and became a joke in the world of cultivation.

In the future, no matter where they go, they will be destined to be unable to raise their heads.

Wang Fuqiang naturally would not take care of the mood of these people. After saying that, he left with a long sword.

Everyone just watched, no one dared to come forward to stop him, and no one dared to make any noise.

Fear? No, it is fear that penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

Wu Qianling's lip was biting her teeth tightly, so blood was soaked in, but she seemed to have no idea.

Wang Fuqiang walked slowly, but not fast, and everyone's eyes were staring at his slightly thin figure until the body completely disappeared from the end of his sight.

The owner of Zhaixing Tower had been by Wu Qianling's side. At this moment, he reached out and patted Wu Qianling on the shoulder, which scared Wu Qianling. After coming back to his senses, he hurriedly bowed, but couldn't speak.

The old man sighed and said, "Silly girl, why are you doing this?"

A tear suddenly appeared in Wu Qianling's eyes and said quietly: "My fate with him will be completely over."

The old man sighed again, wanted to speak but stopped, and finally said, "If you want to leave, it's OK. Now there is no more Zhaixing Tower."

When he said this, his expression was a little bitter.

Wu Qianling shook her head.

The old man continued: "It is not necessarily a bad thing to obtain the inheritance of the divine way. I have sought it most for my life. In this battle today, I wondered what we monks should pursue. Could it be that we really stepped into the divine realm and supported ourselves? If this is true, why did the saints of the three religions stop the monks from contacting the gods? If so, why did that master stay on this human world..."

As he said that, he shook his head and walked towards the ruins, saying, "What is righteousness and evil, how to define it, and who can tell you clearly? I can't see the truth in my life, but you are still young and have obtained the inheritance of the Shinto. There is always a chance, so you have to choose what to do in the future. Others cannot guide you."

Wu Qianling stood there in a daze, watching the old man disappearing into the ruins ahead.
To be continued...