Chapter 257: The Point of the Needle Against the Wheat
In this area, many monks moved back, as if the world belonged to the two people in the sky at this moment.
The corpses of the burned monks were still lying on the ground. It was too horrible to see. Pu Jinpeng's eyes flashed with golden light. He glanced at the corpses without showing any sympathy. With their cultivation, realm and scheming, they would not be naive at this level.
Thinking of others, only surviving in the narrow thread of heaven is the true path.
Rongrong's father left a piece of spiritual consciousness inside the dice, which also contained information about some long-famous disciples.
Looking at Pu Jinpeng, he is as aloof as his name suggests, just like a golden-winged roc.
"It is said that Pu Jinpeng's real name is not his current name, but no one remembers his real name because this man once fought with a descendant of a golden-winged roc, and in order to survive, he actually swallowed the beast alive. From then on,
, they changed their appearance and got their current names." Wang Yuan scanned the message in the dice and looked at Pu Jinpeng in a different light.
Moreover, Pu Jinpeng created a set of movement skills of his own, which is as fast as Jinpeng. He also has a great reputation among the younger generation as being very difficult to deal with.
Pu Jinpeng is ranked ninth at the moment. If nothing else happens, he will be one of the nine places.
He obviously recognized Wang Yuan's appearance, and said slowly: "Dong Yu, I accept people's money and help them eliminate disasters. I will take away your life today!"
As soon as he finished speaking, before Wang Yuan could speak, he flashed his body and appeared beside Wang Yuan. His tall figure was like an eagle chasing a rabbit. His eyes showed a cold light, and he suddenly stretched out his finger.
A golden spiritual art that was as fast as lightning flew out and quickly headed towards Wang Yuanyin.
“Bang bang bang!”
Wang Yuan knew that he couldn't resist forcefully, so he stepped on the boulder, and thunder exploded in the space. After the rolling thunder, Wang Yuan appeared in the distance, and he also cast out his spell, and the power of the landslide gathered together, and rushed towards Pu Jinpeng.
Pu Jinpeng's golden eyes flashed with surprise. The spell just now was blocked by the ordinary boulder, and the boulder had not collapsed yet, so he took another look.
The power of the landslide came through the air with a speed that shook the space, and crashed into Pu Jinpeng in an instant. But his body flashed with golden light, forming countless phantoms that shook the sky like thunder, and disappeared on the spot, leaving Wang Yuan alone.
phantom.
The phantom was instantly wiped out by the violent force, and the roaring sound echoed for dozens of miles. Wang Yuan stepped on the boulder, with sharp eyes, capturing the true form of Pu Jinpeng among the countless phantoms in the sky.
Pu Jinpeng's speed is not that fast. Even Wang Yuan's powerful spiritual consciousness cannot detect anything, which makes him speechless. Now, Wang Yuan can only use his body skills to fight against his body skills. Many ghosts and shadows appear. This time
It's not a ghost, but a transparent white light.
"Ouch!!!"
A high-pitched sound shook the sky, and it immediately spread beyond the sky. A series of sound-killing techniques were brewed under this figure, and scimitar-like sound waves attacked Wang Yuan from all directions.
Wang Yuan also knew the art of sound killing, but his aura was not as high-pitched as that of Pu Jinpeng. Instead, he was like thousands of Buddhist cultivators reciting scriptures and comprehending the six-character mantra.
"Om! What! What! Ba! Mi! Hum!" The six-character mantra, like a giant mountain weighing ten thousand, pressed against the entire sky. In an instant, the bells rang and the sound continued.
"Bang bang!" The two sound waves converged and collided, bending and twisting, like the Milky Way venting, and strange lights and colors continued to flow out. In the blink of an eye, the sound waves collided for several miles, forming a large wave of ripples that spread out.
The strong wind blew by, causing those disciples who had not left to fall to the ground. Their faces were deformed by the blow, and they opened their mouths and poured in an unknown amount of air.
The two figures separated and were placed on both sides of the air. Their momentum reached its peak. The two colored gas masks rubbed against each other and emitted light. The pressure filled the air and the space buzzed.
The monks present were all excited. They had long forgotten who Dong Yu was. They showed envy in their eyes. They were very excited watching the fight for ninth place. They all heard that Dong Yu was very powerful, but after experiencing it personally, they
Knowing that the legend is untrue, how powerful is he? He can be called a monster!
Pu Jinpeng did not expect Wang Yuan to be so tenacious. He came here with a playful attitude. At this moment, he wanted to take it seriously. His body was strangely raised, one foot was in the air, his arms were stretched out, and a number suddenly appeared behind him.
A virtual statue of a hundred-foot-sized golden-winged roc!
The golden-winged roc spread its wings and sang loudly, soaring up to 90,000 miles. Pu Jinpeng shook his arms. As he shook, the virtual image behind him shook. The two giant wings of the golden-winged roc also trembled, and countless golden needles shot out like rain.
, needle rain filled the sky, the momentum was overwhelming, the space was pierced, and a strange roar was issued, and the sharp wind cut every inch of the space.
Wang Yuan did not dare to push forward, so he stepped back and made a secret in his hand. A glacier came out of his hand. In one breath, it suddenly turned into a huge turbulent glacier. This spell is a fragment from ancient times, but it is very powerful. Wang Yuan
Yuan had suffered losses on this before.
At this moment, Wang Yuan's use of Binghe was not for offense, but for defense. The glacier gathered around him, rolling up Wang Yuan like a scroll. Binghe was injected with the power of extreme ice, and the coldness reached a few points. If it touched any point, it would immediately turn into ice.
An ice sculpture.
"Tsk tsk tsk!"
As the golden needle approached, it immediately shot the glacier into a sieve shape, but the golden needle melted into the glacier and disappeared. Wang Yuan's cold voice sounded: "I'll give you back your golden needle!"
Suddenly, the glacier spread out, like a coiled dragon stretching its body, and the golden needles inside spurted out one by one, all shooting towards Pu Jinpeng.
The virtual image behind Pu Jinpeng was like a pair of wings, and his whole body turned into golden light and escaped into the void. When he appeared, he was already out of the range of the golden needle.
Wang Yuan never stopped doing anything, and when he struck, he had to use all his strength. The kneading formula in his hand turned into a phantom, and complex handprints were formed. He muttered something in his mouth and shouted: "When you fall asleep with the breeze, there is a drunken rain, and a dream will rise and fall after a thousand years!"
Neatly arranged raindrops fell, with a hint of drunkenness in the rain. This time, the raindrops turned into mist and immediately filled the entire space. Even at Pu Jinpeng's speed, he could not dodge.
His whole body suddenly froze. In terms of strength, he was almost the same as an ordinary monk, but his strength lay in his speed. At this time, his body was dull. Wang Yuan looked at this opportunity, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his movements were galloping away.
Come out and activate the "Grand Seal of Heaven" to slap Pu Jinpeng hard!
The virtual image of the golden-winged Dapeng suddenly let out a loud roar, completely awakening Pu Jinpeng. He suddenly saw a giant palm that could be seen as level with the sky and the earth pressing down on him. His expression changed and he immediately spread his body.
Disappeared in place.
But a moment later, Pu Jinpeng escaped from the void, and he cursed angrily: "You actually blocked the space, it's insidious!"
The surrounding space was completely shrouded in formations. Wang Yuan's face turned pale under the series of machinations and tricks. Taking advantage of temporarily forcing Pu Jinpeng into a corner, he took out the elixir and swallowed it a few times before he calmed down a bit.
"I'll slap you to death with one palm. Let's see where you run!" Wang Yuan cursed secretly and continued to push the giant palm down.
"boom!"
The dull sound was connected together, and the giant palm instantly drowned Pu Jinpeng, but the giant palm still slapped downwards, instantly making a large palm print hundreds of miles away on the ground, and the ground sank dozens of feet, which shows how powerful it is.
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Wang Yuan retracted his palm, and the giant palm slowly dispersed. All the monks gathered together and did not dare to breathe, their consciousness searching for traces of Pu Jinpeng.
"Pu Jinpeng won't be slapped to death!" Some monks worried, because if Pu Jinpeng died, their chances of surviving would be low.
"Oops, this Pu Jinpeng is really not sure. If I had known, I would have invited someone more powerful!"
"Chirp!!!" A louder voice rang out. This voice came out of nothingness, and a golden-winged roc that looked like it was made of gold suddenly broke through the space and appeared, lifelike, as if it was already alive.
Surprise flashed in Wang Yuan's eyes, and he said softly: "He actually broke through the space and hid in the space for a moment, but the price of that moment was extremely terrifying. Most powerful people would not dare to walk in the space."
Space, in front of Wang Yuan's current realm, is like a blank piece of paper. He can pierce it if he wants to, but that doesn't mean he dares to enter it.
The golden-winged roc flew across the sky, tearing apart the constraints of space. Pu Jinpeng emerged from the space covered in blood. He knelt half in the air and spurted out a mouthful of golden blood again. Unexpectedly, his blood was also golden.
The golden-winged roc, which was still lifelike just now, looked like a brave and dazzling golden-winged roc. After giving Wang Yuan a cold look with its golden eyes, it gradually disappeared into the air. The vision that could be called the dharma of heaven and earth was broken by Wang Yuan, and Pu Jinpeng was injured.
, he half-knelt there helplessly.
"You... are indeed very strong, but I am a disciple of Shangshan Sect. Do you think I am incapable of killing you now!?" Pu Jinpeng raised his head and glanced.
Some sects would probably give their outstanding disciples protective objects, which Wang Yuan had a deep understanding of at the ruins of the ancient Aolai Kingdom.
But after hearing this, Wang Yuan subconsciously touched the storage bag. His eyes kept flashing and he said coldly: "I don't believe it."
"You!" Pu Jinpeng spat out another mouthful of golden blood and stared at Wang Yuan secretly. He wiped his storage bag, took out a jade slip and threw it in the air, and immediately used the power to open the seal inside the jade slip.
But at this moment, Wang Yuan, who was waiting for this opportunity, appeared in front of him instantly. At this time, the aura of the mysterious magic spell that Pu Jinpeng used to open the jade slip still remained in the space.
"Thank you!" Wang Yuan laughed and said, then he slapped Pu Jinpeng with a palm, shocking Pu Jinpeng to death. The jade slip was also stillborn, and his Nascent Soul was naturally sealed away by Wang Yuan.
Wang Yuan was familiar with the name Shangshan Sect. His first puppet, Long Bin, was a disciple of Shangshan Sect. Moreover, after he enslaved Long Bin, he found the same jade slip in his storage bag, revealing the
The breath made Wang Yuan's heart palpitate, and the most powerful blow was sealed within it.
But somehow, after Long Bin was enslaved, his aura changed, and the jade slip could not be opened. Later, Wang Yuan learned that it was a mysterious formation deliberately left by the sect when making the jade slip, and it could not be opened except by his own aura.
, this also makes some people who are interested in jade slips give up their minds.
Therefore, Wang Yuankong had the jade slip but did not have the key to open it. This time, he relied on Pu Jinpeng's hands to see how to open it. With his deduction ability, he could master this method in a short period of retreat!
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