Chapter 9: Three punches and two kicks to destroy the half-saint, the overlord of chaos and chaos
"You won't go in?"
In the Southern Territory, the moment before they parted ways, Dao Qiongcang glanced at his friends around him, his tone full of temptation, "The fate of the ancestors!"
A brief reunion of old friends is always a joy.
Of course, we put aside our stance and future relationships and only talk about the present.
Now that we have finished chatting about business and gossip, we are going to Xuyue Gray Palace, and we are going to Tianji Divine Sect, it is time to say goodbye.
"Anyway, if I don't go, I'm just too weak."
The storyteller was wearing a red dress, curled her fingers, and dropped the topic after saying, "What about you?"
"Yeah, what about you?"
Dao Qiongcang turned his head and looked at Wei Feng and Gou Wuyue, "Although I brought you out, I won't stop you from having further ideas."
very free.
If you want to go, just go!
Wei Kuang shook his head, weighed the banquet of the King of Hell and said, "Thirty or fifty years ago, you could only see me in the ruins."
Now?
Pull it down!
Why did you follow Dao Qiongcang out?
Why don't you just want to take it easy, put your mind down, rest when you don't have to, and just pick up the knife and chop without thinking when necessary?
Xianyu’s life needs no explanation!
Xiao Gou was relatively young and energetic, and had great ambitions. He turned his eyes crazily and asked, "Why don't you come in?"
Gou Wuyue sighed softly: "When everyone feels that it is profitable, it is time to retreat bravely."
After saying this, he looked towards the sky.
When it comes to who has the greatest appeal to the four words "conferred gods and ancestors" here, the eight acquaintances all come second, and there is no doubt that Dao Qiong Cang is second to none!
But he didn't come in.
He wasn't even interested in the fate of the ancestor gods.
Come to think of it, I must have some thoughts, and I deliberately raised this question when I was leaving...
Ranming Ruins, any questions?
Gou Wuyue's heart moved, but she didn't ask, so she looked at Bazun Shu: "What about you?"
The storyteller turned his head and looked at his brother. The Moon Palace Slave might also have entered. Did he really not meet him?
The Eight Lords were familiar with the changes in the sand and dust that would be lightly splashed when they stepped on the soles of their feet, and replied casually: "The Holy Ancestor is in the hall, the Sword Ancestor is in the building, and the inheritance of each family is far away. Why should I call this person by his name?"
, inheritance is at your fingertips?”
Gou, Wei, were all stunned for a moment, this angle was a bit novel.
Dao Qiongcang also raised his eyebrows. He was sure that the Eight Masters had not received any summons along the way, and neither had the storyteller, so this was his own judgment? So he said:
"Let's give it a try. Anyway, there is no loss. To say the least, you won't die even if you fail. What if you really get the Ancestral God's fate?"
The storyteller nodded his head.
He had always believed that the Ten Seats were the most powerful contenders for the inheritance of the ancestral gods at the Ranming site, and Xu Xiaoshou had to wait a little bit.
Bazun's footsteps are fixed, and his eyes are fixed on the dust beside his feet:
"Those who don't want money will lose their lives, and those who don't want their lives will need money. You can't take both money and life, it can only be about sex."
"I don't want sex, wealth or life. He wants to give it to me for free, except for my own children...I don't believe it."
The storyteller frowned, sensing something in his brother's words: "What do you mean?"
The Eight Masters raised their eyes to look at him and said indifferently:
"The free price is unlimited."
has a problem!
Now, no matter how stupid the storyteller is, he realizes that there is something wrong with the Ranming ruins, not to mention that he is not stupid, but he hasn’t spoken yet...
Bazun shook his head slightly: "I don't know."
you do not know?
So what are you talking about?
"intuition."
What an intuition!
You are intuitive. It is impossible for this person to be intuitive too, right?
The storyteller turned to look at Dao Qiongcang: "Old Taoist, do you know something, or have you calculated something? Let's put it bluntly, you are already a traitor to the Holy Mountain, there is no need to hide it."
Several people around them looked away, but Dao Qiongcang shrugged: "I don't know."
"You must know!"
"Not knowing means not knowing."
"You said it or not!"
"Tianji..."
"ah--"
The storyteller covered his ears irritably, looked at Gou Wuyue, and raised his eyebrows, the implication being: You don’t want to know? Ask him!
Gou Wuyue couldn't understand his eyes at all, but she spoke out curiously: "What happened?"
Dao Qiongcang glanced at him and shook his chin slightly:
"really do not know."
"Not everything can be calculated."
"Tianjishu is just for seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck. You can't get the answer just by pinching your fingers."
"but……"
As soon as the word "but" came out, he looked at the sky and pinched his fingers slightly, and the storyteller almost turned his mouth to the sky.
After all, it cannot be calculated.
When you are indecisive, do you rely on your fingers to figure it out?
Soon, Dao Qiongcang retracted his hands into his robe and said with a smile:
"Let's use our brains. Regarding the destiny of the ancestor god, that is the high-level holy emperor."
"As for the inheritance of the God-Slaying Priest, it is about conferring gods and ancestors."
"Since everyone has a premonition that it's not a good thing, it must be a bad thing."
"At best, they'll all die in there."
The expressions of the people on the side changed.
The storyteller's brows knitted together: "I'm not saying..."
"The latest news." Dao Qiongcang smiled, "If you can get in, but if you can't get out, you will die."
The storyteller was stunned for only a moment, then became furious and raised the hood in his hand to strangle the old coquettish man's neck, "Then you still persuade us to go in!"
Dao Qiongcang has long avoided it, using the dog as a pillar to avoid the tiger.
"etc!"
The storyteller stopped after chasing him, and said in surprise: "Then Xu Xiaoshou..."
Snapped!
Dao Qiongcang snapped his fingers, "Don't worry, something happened."
"Shut your crow mouth!" The storyteller turned around and shouted angrily.
These ten people are all full of bad intentions!
Therefore, in addition to Ai Cangsheng who went in voluntarily and then exited in time, all the ten seats closest to the ancestor god's fate had a premonition and noticed that something was wrong with their fate and did not want to enter the ruins?
The storyteller couldn't help but glance at his brother, his eyes flashing slightly.
I had a hunch, but you didn’t even remind me that Xu Xiaoshou is no longer a pawn Xu Xiaoshou!
Bazun seemed to know what he was thinking: "Don't worry, nothing will happen."
How could this possibly be put...
"Someone has entered." Bazun said knowingly.
The storyteller was startled, then his eyes widened and he was relieved.
Yes, someone came in!
Among the ten thrones, perhaps nowadays, whoever does something needs to look forward and backward, and consider the cause and effect.
Including my brother.
Including the seasoned slut!
But there is one person who is not needed.
He has such a thing as a brain, but he will never use it once in his life!
High-level Saint Emperor?
The realm of the ancestral gods?
In front of that guy who doesn't even know how to write the word "retreat", if one punch can't solve the problem, then ten punches will be used.
If ten punches can't solve the problem, then...
…
"Warm-up is over!"
Shen Yi put his hand to his side, and his palm transformed into a long black-gold stick that was taller than others.
The two ends of the stick are gilded and engraved with strange patterns. The dark red golden light seems to be high-temperature, flowing gently like magma.
The middle is simple and unremarkable, only wrapped with a very thick sealing belt. The belt has been soaked with sweat over the years and dyed dark brown.
"Boom!"
Such a strange stick only touched the ground lightly.
The earth was like a hammer beating a heavy drum, making a dull sound, and then dust and smoke spread thousands of miles in all directions, and suddenly...
boom!
Thousands of miles of land, all shattered into pieces.
It doesn't crack the cobwebs, it doesn't shatter into pieces.
With the force of this gentle pestle, it was turned into powder, and the sky was filled with yellow sand!
"Grass……"
Chang Yi looked at the bald man in front of him, who was two heads taller than him, and his heart almost exploded.
Who is this?
Where did this thing come from?
However, after not returning to the Five Realms for more than sixty years, has the Holy Spirit Continent developed to this point?
It's just too weak...
Three punches can break through the lamp's defense, pierce his chest, break his abdomen, and cause serious injuries.
Kick Dun Ling's legs off with two kicks, shatter his shield, break his arms, and hit him until his eyeballs fly out?
Dengkou, Dunling...
Is this an ordinary person? This is a semi-saint!
He is not even an ordinary Half-Saint, but a combat-type Half-Saint who has been fighting on the frontline battlefields all year round and has been tempered by blood and life and death!
He was just half a step too late, and as soon as he saw her face to face, Dun Ling lay down at the edge of the lamp.
And the two saints finished in seconds...
This guy! This bald head! He even said arrogantly, "The warm-up is over?"
"I feel like you should have something."
Shen Yi wiped his bald head with one hand, kicked Bawang with his foot, and the heavy black and gold long stick flipped in mid-air, tearing the air, and then rested on his elbow.
The tiger's eyes widened in response, revealing its fierce light, choosing people to devour.
"etc!"
"Brother...brother, is there any misunderstanding?"
Known as one of the Seven Stars of the Northern Territory, Zhan Kuang has slightly white hair on his temples. He looks like he is only in his fifties or sixties, but is actually over a hundred years old.
Yes, he is a war madman!
On the frontline battlefield, he was the kind of lunatic who would do whatever he saw without saying a word!
But at this moment, he actually felt that he finally had a mouth growing on his body, and he wanted to explain something to the bald man in the Taixu realm...
"laugh."
The yellow sand is melodious.
Before he finished speaking, he saw the bald figure opposite him, which had turned into an afterimage.
"Damn it, do you really think I'm easy to mess with? You're looking for death!"
Chang Yi shouted loudly, his eyes suddenly turned red, and at the same time as the bloody sanctuary expanded, a black long knife was slashed out:
"Dragon-killing power!"
This sound came out.
Time seems to be slowing down...
The sand and dust broke in front of me.
In the pupils under the consciousness of the three realms of battle, there is a somewhat illusory bald figure, which solidifies in front of his eyes.
"Snapped."
Before anyone arrives, the force will arrive first.
The bamboo hairpin that bound the hair was the first to break.
Her long black hair with silver in it swept to the back of her head in the wind.
"laugh……"
A small tear appeared on the cheek.
The blood droplets were stained with dust and smeared on the face to form a long mark.
"Click."
The brow bone cracked slightly.
A faint tingling sensation penetrated the holy body that had been scarred by the battlefield.
It's not painful, but it gives people a bad feeling.
"Pa bang bang..."
The sacred protective dragon ball on his waist suddenly exploded to pieces.
The Xuanhu Tower, which had been immersed in painstaking efforts for more than thirty years, had not yet enlarged, and then exploded into pieces.
There are also Jade Heart Mirror, White Dragon Armor, Water of Scale Protection...
Under the distortion of the holy realm, the semi-holy law was unable to affect the bald man in front of him, leaving only the clothes, flesh and blood and sternum that were cracked by the wind...
"what is this?!"
The canthus of Chang Yi's eyes was about to burst, and for a moment he felt like he was dreaming.
Before the long stick from the opposite side could even be drawn, many of his protective sacred weapons were crushed to pieces one after another, and even the protective armor and holy body were injured...
What kind of humanoid monster is this?
He's not Taixu, he's the Holy Emperor?
A ruthless and calm voice, a hoarse and deep voice, echoed in the ears. Compared with the holy martial art "Dragon Slaying Strength", its name is so simple and unpretentious:
"Hands out."
The long gilt stick and the long black knife were used to chop vertically and draw horizontally, fighting each other in this electric light and flint.
Oops——
Thousands of miles of vacuum, smoke and dust are rising.
Chang Yi felt his eyes darken for a moment.
At this moment, the bald man turned into his grandmother who had been dead for many years and whose appearance he had almost forgotten.
When the spirit returns and the soul returns...
But he saw the rounded gilt long stick, which was carrying his black knife, shattered the white dragon armor that protected him with the back of the knife, and penetrated deeply into his chest!
"I'm so big for you...poof!"
Bang bang bang bang, chi chi chi chi!
The sacred weapon of the relic tablet, the black knife swallowed the python, was shattered, the mouth of the long relic tiger was blown to pieces, the bones of the hand were blown to pieces, and the entire arm was beaten to pieces.
The sternum was shattered, the ribs were shattered, and the black knife tried its best to refuse to bite the master, but still chopped the heart into pieces.
The right eye socket swelled...
At this time, Chang Yi finally understood why the half-saint Dun Ling, who was famous for his defense, had his eyeballs blown out in a strange way.
Blood bursts out from the seven orifices...
Not to mention that his eyeballs were blown out, and not a single one of the two rows of teeth was left intact.
Just a stick!
Just a stick!
"Boom boom boom boom..."
Chang Yi felt like he had smashed through the entire mountain, but his strength was still unabated.
The feeling in my hands is gone.
The feeling in my feet is gone.
How can it be done with just one stick?
"Who is your special mother-in-law?"
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
Three breaths and ten mountains.
When the last mountain is blasted through by the long legacy, the castration finally diminishes, the long three breaths are over, and you can regain a little control over your body...
Chang Yi panicked.
The knives are gone and everyone is going to die.
Without hesitation, he pulled out his trump card.
"Blood Sacrifice·Fat Relic Holy Body!"
The blood sprayed from the body turned into Dao patterns and entered the body.
Like a snake sloughing off, Chang Yi jumped up, leaving behind a layer of blood-colored skin scab, turning into a boundless python that covered the sky and the sun.
The python seems to have come from ancient times, with the breath of ancient times spread all over it. It is completely black, with blood-red scales...
"Vertical split."
Before Chang Yi could react, he heard such a calm sound.
In the obese form, the world that has lost even its color is extremely blurry. At this moment, the senses that have been doubled and enhanced are locked on such a black stick shadow falling from the sky!
It's bigger than Fat Yi, measuring seven inches in the middle.
It struck down from behind the bald head like a sword elephant or the shadow of the ancestor god.
"Boom."
"Gululu..."
The fat residue disappears.
The figure returns.
Chang Yi's head fell to the ground and he rolled forward two places.
The headless corpse hit the ground with a thud, and the blood flowed into the stream, dyeing the river bank happily red.
"boom."
The hot gilded long stick fell in front of the tilted eyes, and the ball-like head bounced twice on the ground.
Chang Yi looked dazed and recognized the origin of the stick.
One of the nine supreme artifacts, and one of the few weapons that can be listed on the list of most important weapons like the Broken Jun Shield - Overlord!
so……
Is he a god?
So what kind of ten seats are there?
I heard that they are the ten strongest people in recent times? But aren't they... young people?
Are today’s young people so strong?
The leader of the Yansheng Alliance also cultivates the physical body, no, he transforms the physical body. With his ability, when he comes, he can bear a stick... right?
Shen Yi flicked the Overlord, and the Overlord turned into a black spot and disappeared. He squatted down and looked at the head on the ground:
"Something, but not much."
I'll fuck your mother!
I'm your uncle!
If you have the guts to stand there and give me a chop to see if I can kill you, what's the point of just doing a sneak attack... Han...
Is it really a sneak attack?
Chang Yi closed his eyes in despair.
He reacted to everything, and Shen Yi did not hide his hostility, he just wanted to fuck him very openly.
It can be said that his combat awareness is not weaker than that of his opponent, but what if he reacts?
One stick!
What seven stars in the Northern Territory...
What kind of semi-jihadist maniac...
Chang Yi laughed, laughed miserably, and silent tears and blood fell from the bridge of his nose.
One stick and knock all my shit out!
I really doubt that my semi-holy personality is also cracked!
oh……
I still have a semi-holy status!
Am I considered a semi-saint?
I'm a fucking piece of shit! A complete piece of shit!
"Dengkou, Dunling, my brother... let them go... kill me..."
I don’t want to live anymore.
I don’t even want to ask why the conflict started. I’m not qualified to do so.
The rules of the frontline battlefield are like this. If you win, the right to speak is yours. If you lose, it doesn't matter.
"Hey!"
God also slapped this head hard.
Everyone who is defeated by him will have this feeling - his heart is as gray as death, as if there is nothing left in the world.
From thirty years ago to now, every battle has been like this, with everyone losing, and God doesn’t know why.
lose?
Did he lose when he was young?
When I was a kid, I couldn't beat the kid next door with my fists. I was hit until my brain started to bleed. I went home and huddled in a corner to bandage the wound.
But just practice!
Just call back after practice!
If you blow his head off, he will know that he doesn’t dare!
What happens when you lose your self-confidence? What men fear most is losing their self-confidence.
but……
Be strict with yourself and be lenient with others.
God will not force others. Whenever this happens, as long as the person survives, he will give a symbolic encouragement:
"Sober up. At least you're not dead. You took my blow."
A mouthful of blood spurted out from Zhang Yi's mouth and he became completely silent.
People are still good. When death is imminent, they can still remember their brothers... God also thought of himself and said:
"The one who holds the lamp is called Dengkou, and the one who holds the shield is called Dunling, right?"
"I met them on the road. The Holy Emperor's guiding power guided them. You all, run in this direction."
"I saw six half-saints, all of them were like this, and no one noticed it."
The guiding power of the Holy Emperor?
Chang Yi opened his eyes, and a ray of shock flashed out in the blurry and bloody world.
He didn't notice it either.
God also said again: "So, I kindly asked them to stop..."
"Cough!" Chang Yi coughed up a mouthful of blood, "Why are you... screaming? My brothers... are not... violent, and will not... conflict with you..."
Shen Yi tilted his head, thought for a moment, and snorted: "Rush to reincarnate? I helped stop the six half-saints over there, and you don't believe in evil?"
"Pfft." Changyi vomited blood and closed his eyes again, tired.
Shen Yi shook his shoulders, sat on the floor, grabbed his head and stuffed it into Chang Yi's neck that was still bleeding, "You know, they called me trash..."
He didn't have many elixirs, so he crushed half of the Small Complex Body Pill, put the other half away, and then applied the powder to the long neck wound:
"I don't need to say more. Whoever has a big fist has the right to call people rubbish."
"Besides, I also have some problems, and everyone needs to calm down before we can have a good discussion."
After waiting for the person to feel a little better, God also asked about the purpose of this trip:
"Why did so many semi-saints suddenly come in?"
"Is it because of Xu Xiaoshou that you are all rushing in that direction?"
Yes, Shen Yi also has the Ancestor God List in his palm, and he can know Xu Xiaoshou's current position with just a thought.
The rules of life in the dark forest are very strange, and it is the best place to understand the ways of the world.
However, the power of evil gods is densely packed, the Holy Emperor's will is guided, and strange things are everywhere. This is a place that cannot be stayed for a long time.
Just like that, these fools and half-saints rushed in foolishly.
Xu Xiaoshou should forget it, he should have his own ideas, what are these semi-sacred pictures?
When Chang Yi heard the sound, he was stunned for a moment and said:
"It's a request for the Holy Order."
"But we came here just for fun, we didn't intend to kill Xu Xiaoshou..."
It's a guide!
The Holy Emperor guides all the Half-Saints to go to that forest?
Changyi suddenly woke up and thought about it, could it be that the many semi-saints who entered the ruins and the issuance of the Holy Order were also guided?
"Just for fun?"
However, Shen Yi did not feel the shock of being left behind. He smiled and took out a crystal gem from his chest, and hehe said:
"It's not just a matter of fun now."
"When I stopped someone, I accidentally killed one."
"He should be the true form of a semi-saint, not an incarnation. This thing is like shit, and it can be punched out with one punch."
Chang Yi's pupils were dilated, and he was dumbfounded as he looked at the bright crystal gem.