Wang Yan didn't even look at him. He soared into the sky, flew out of the City of Fusi, and landed on the ground. His eyes stayed on the chaos of gods and Buddhas in the sky.
The Lords of Hell from the Ten Palaces formed the [Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Extermination Formation], each with their own unique skills, [The Great Soul-Searching Hand of Heaven's Jue and Earth's Destruction], [The Great Monument-Smashing Hand of Heaven's Jue and Earth's Destruction], [World-Destroying Sword], and [Yin Yang Sword].
, [Golden Wheel of Transcendence], [Nine Nether Sky Tyrant]... Knife energy, sword energy, fist power, palm power, various infuriating skills, and magic weapons are intertwined to form a death place with a radius of a hundred miles.
Moggallana had invincible supernatural powers, but he could not withstand the exhaustion of successive battles. Under the joint offensive of the Yama Lords of the Ten Halls, he gradually lost the battle. However, he still struggled to hold on with a strong and courageous spirit, killing everyone in the Ten Halls.
Yan Jun couldn't let him lose quickly.
With Wang Yan's current eyesight, he still can't tell what level of cultivation the Ten Palaces Yama and Moggallana have reached, but the battle between the two sides and each other's killing moves are undoubtedly excellent teaching materials for him.
How many cultivators have the opportunity to witness a person of this level going all out and fighting to the death?
Although Wang Yan did not have the skill and level of the two fighting parties, the attack and defense of both sides, and their majestic spirit, still deeply shocked him. He watched intently, for fear of missing a detail.
He was so fascinated by what he saw that he devoted himself wholeheartedly to it, and gradually began to imitate the tricks of Moggallana or Yama Lord of the Tenth Hall.
"This punch should be like this...that kick...well...this set of punches is so sinister and mysterious. It should be created by collecting the most yin energy between heaven and earth and imitating the attack movements of Tianlong..."
After being polished on the Fengjue battlefield, Wang Yan has a certain understanding of all offensive and defensive moves in the world. He has good qualifications. In a short period of time, he has initially understood some of the offensive moves of Moggallana and Yama Lord of the Tenth Palace.
secret.
"Hey!" While the battle was in full swing, Moggallana roared, and four of the eight Buddhist gold characters surrounding him exploded into pieces!
After these four golden characters exploded, the unparalleled power of the Buddha spread out, temporarily breaking away the encirclement of Yama Lord of the Ten Halls. The wheel-turning king who bore the brunt of the attack had some colors on his body, and Lord Yama hurriedly exchanged places with him.
"Mom, I will use my last Buddhist power to wash away your sins and send you to the bliss of the West!" Moggallana was fighting just now while searching hard for where Ma went after reincarnation. After he detonated
At the moment when Buddhism was revealed, he discovered the traces of Ma.
Ma was sucked away by the animal realm and has now been reincarnated in the home of Mr. Qi in Fuliang City, becoming a newly born little bitch whose eyes have not yet opened.
Moggallana exerted his remaining power, and his magical power penetrated the two realms of Yin and Yang, and blessed the dog shed of Mr. Qi's house.
During the fierce fight, he didn't even care. The litter of newborn puppies, together with the mother dog, all flew through the air and flew rapidly towards the west.
"A miracle, a miracle!"
"Monster, monster!"
The residents of Fuliang City who witnessed all this were in an uproar, saying whatever they wanted. Some piously knelt on the ground to worship, while others trembled and closed their doors.
"Huh?" Yang Xiaochan, who was meditating in the secret room of the Yang Mansion, opened his eyes. He calculated with his fingers for a moment and closed his eyes again.
"Bold Moggallana, you have eaten the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard!" King Qin Guang was furious, "He has already spent most of his true energy, don't be afraid of him, just hold on for a cup of tea and capture him!"
The Yin wind and the Buddha's light collided violently, and half of the Yama Hall in the underworld collapsed. The city was opened in vain, the Gate of Hell collapsed, and the Wangxiang Tower was also completely destroyed.
"Whoosh!"
King Qin Guang struck out with a move [Heavenly Jue Earth Destruction Big Monument Smasher], but Moggallian barely moved it away with the help of the golden characters for body protection. The powerful punch shot straight down from the sky and hit the ground in front of Wang Yan.
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"Oops!"
Wang Yan was taken aback and quickly moved his body, moving back hundreds of feet like a dragon.
The fire was blazing, dust was flying, and the ground in front of him turned into a deep pit about fifty feet in diameter. Although this was just the aftermath of the battle, Wang Yan tried his best to retreat, but his body was still affected and suffered some minor injuries.
If he had reacted a little slower, the aftermath of the battle would have been enough to make him lose his soul and never be reincarnated.
Wang Yan's spine felt numb. He finally understood how big the gap was between himself and the real masters. The feeling of elation brought to Wang Yan by successive victories disappeared instantly.
"The bald monk has the fate of [Dragon Fighting Nine Heavens] in his body. This is an excellent fighting style. If you take away his fate, your strength will be greatly improved." Wheel of Fortune, who has not said anything for a long time
Make a trembling sound.
"Grab it?" Wang Yan sneered at the suggestion of Wheel of Fortune. "My current strength is not worth mentioning in front of this real immortal Buddha, how can I snatch it?"
"What I'm saying is, then go to the Well of Samsara quickly!" Wheel of Fortune's voice was quite excited. "There are many big ghosts with powerful destiny gathered there. Kill them and take out the destiny!"
The battle between the ten great Yamas in the sky and Moggallana is about to be decided, and Moggallana's defeat has become a foregone conclusion. After Wang Yan sensed his own weakness, he realized his shame and became brave, and couldn't wait to improve his strength.
Strength, and the Wheel of Fortune is the key.
The sky has been blocked by the ten Yama Lords. Wang Yan did not dare to fly into the sky, so he stayed close to the Huangquan River and rushed towards the Well of Samsara at a step of more than ten feet.
The madness in front of the Well of Samsara has reached a fever pitch. The number of ghosts coming out of the eighteenth level of hell is gradually decreasing. They feel that the battle in the sky is about to come to an end, and there is not much time left for them to escape, so they are scrambling.
The ghosts who squeezed into the well of reincarnation and couldn't squeeze in began to kill each other.
When Wang Yan rushed to the well of reincarnation, he saw a bloody storm. The ground was full of weapons scattered by ghost soldiers, as well as groups of ghosts whose souls were scattered and turned into pure yin.
"Buzzing..." The Qinghong Sword jumped for joy in his hand, like a stream of autumn water. Wang Yan held the sword and rushed to the largest reincarnation well in one step.
Seeing that the evil ghosts were desperately looking to dive into the well of reincarnation, Wang Yan raised his sword and killed several evil ghosts. Pressed by his momentum, the evil ghosts who were about to plunge into the well of reincarnation paused slightly.
Wang Yan held the sword in his hand, glanced at the various and grotesque ghosts in front of him, and cleared his throat.
"Go through here and leave the money to buy the way! Hand over your fate!"
"Ouch..."
"Jiejiejiejie..."
"Kill...kill..."
Thousands of angry ghosts gathered around him, intent on eating Wang Yan alive and tearing him into pieces.
Wang Yan roared loudly and rushed forward. He allowed the fighting spirit surging in his body and the strong excitement of the Qinghong Sword to rush into the group of ghosts like a tiger descending a mountain.
The sword flashed!
The corpses of dozens of evil ghosts were separated, and their bodies turned into blue smoke and gradually dissipated.
The sword light flashes again!
Hundreds of evil ghosts were driven to pieces under his hands, and they died with their eyes open.
The sword flashes, and the evil ghost is extinguished. The sword flashes, and the evil ghost is extinguished.
Wang Yan was like a tireless butcher, harvesting the lives of the ghosts in front of the Well of Samsara. In a moment, he didn't know how many ghosts were killed by him. Despite this, the ghosts rushing to his side were still like water.
Make him invincible.
"[Plain as water], [Spirit behind the back], [Hungry ghost], [Long-tongued woman], [Ninth generation pheasant], [Everyone can do anything],... Hey, they are all useless lives. Don't just
To deal with these little minions, kill the powerful ones among them and get more powerful fates." Wheel of Fortune urged.
"Where do I have the time to distinguish who has a good reputation and who has a bad life? I'll just use it!" Wang Yan was addicted to killing, and the sword in his hand was like a farmer mowing grass, waving it mechanically. He was familiar with the [Seven Ruthless Slashes] at this moment.
Extremely flowing, almost completely natural, the seven moves are combined into one. No general under his command can combine them, and all of them who are in the state of seizing the body will be killed by his sword.
The Wheel of Fortune had no choice but to help Wang Yan clean up the results of the battle. Every time Wang Yan killed a fierce ghost, it extracted the fate of the ghost. Fortunately, most of these fates were ordinary, and it did not need to spend too much money.
strength.
When Wang Yan was about to kill, he saw a yellow shadow in front of him. Without thinking, he struck down with his sword. Unexpectedly, he hit a hard bone this time. The yellow shadow easily took the killing blow.
sword, and quickly counterattacked.
Wang Yan was shocked! He didn't have time to take a closer look, and used all the moves of [Heart-piercing], [Bone-cutting], [Beheading], etc. of [Ruthless Seven Ultimate Slashes] at once. The other party didn't show any signs of weakness and held up a stick in his hand.
Something, swung into the shape of a wheel, neutralized all Wang Yan's attacks.
"Dang-dang-dang-dang..." The sound was like exploding beans. Wang Yan stabbed the enemy with one thousand and twenty-four swords in one breath. The opponent did not show any weakness, blocked all the sword attacks, and quickly fought back.
The moves are wide open and close, extremely powerful.
After fighting for a while, Wang Yan finally saw the appearance of the person in front of him. The face of the person in front of him was blurred, and his whole body seemed to be wrapped in mist. He could vaguely see what appeared to be a thin man in the mist. His whole body was golden, and he seemed to be wearing golden clothes.
The thin man held a wrist-thick iron rod in his hand. The skill with the rod was unparalleled and was the only thing Wang Yan had ever seen in his life. Even in the Jiuyuan Absolute Territory, Wang Yan could not think of any fierce general whose moves could be better than those of the man in front of him.
Stronger.
"Haha, it's fun, fun, interesting! I've been trapped in the underworld for hundreds of years, and I've fought through the eighteen levels of hell, but I haven't found a decent opponent. You little kid, you're very good, very good!"
The weirdo had a shrill voice, and when he talked about his excitement, he was so happy that he started scratching his head and head, without any sign of a master's demeanor.
"Who is he?" Wang Yan was filled with doubts. He was very sure that he had never seen this weird man wielding a stick, but he felt an inexplicable affinity for him.
"Little baby, show me all your skills! My real body is trapped in the deepest part of the eighteenth level of hell. While the gate of hell is wide open, I can only separate out a ray of spiritual thought and turn into a clone to fight you. Hurry up and let me
I've had a great time, and I will go back soon after the gate of hell is sealed. However, your tricks are wonderful, but your skills are too weak. Even a small clone of mine can't resist you. In this way, I don't need my true energy and magic power, and we only have
How about comparing tricks?"
The thin weirdo scratched his cheeks and touched his head, seeming to be very happy. However, his hand did not stop at all, and the iron rod hit Wang Yan one after another like thunder.
Although he didn't know the origin of the other party, Wang Yan felt that he had no ill intentions. After he came out of the Fengjue battlefield, he was proud that there were not many people in the world who could beat him in terms of tricks. If he met a strong enemy today, he would kill the devil early.
The matter of determining one's fate was forgotten, and all he wanted to do was defeat the weirdo in front of him. Lei gathered his mind and brought out the wonderful features of [Seven Ruthless Slashes]. When the Qinghong Sword pierced straight, it was like the Yangtze River, moving forward in an indomitable way;
When cutting, it's like a god performing his magic, and divine thunder piercing the air; when lifting downward, it's like a poisonous snake bursting out, and a beast showing its teeth; when cutting at an angle, it's like an antelope hanging its horns, boundless; tapping, poking, hooking, belting, and hanging are all ways to overcome the strictness of the forest.
, the weather is myriad.
"Okay! Okay! Okay!" The weirdo was overjoyed, "Let me play with you! Little doll, you are so nice!"
Wang Yan no longer had the intention to listen to what the other party was saying. The other party's stick skills were wild and unbridled, with a desolate atmosphere from ancient times. Each move contained great power, so Wang Yan had to use all his energy to deal with it.
If you are distracted, you will be defeated immediately.
Under this strong pressure, his understanding of the [Seven Ruthless Slashes] became deeper and deeper, and he became very familiar with the techniques and no longer stuck to the tricks. He just observed the battle between Moggallana and Yama Jun of the Tenth Palace.
With a little enlightenment, it gradually became clearer. Wang Yan gradually touched the threshold of "no move to win, but a move to win".
When he got excited about fighting, he simply closed his eyes and used his spiritual thoughts to defend himself against the enemy. When Wang Yan felt the opponent's stick coming towards him, Wang Yan would often react without even thinking about it. The sword in his hand would react on its own, whether it was a straight thrust or a horizontal cut.
, slanting stabs, all just right, and every sword strike hits the place where the enemy has to defend.
Only a ball of green light and a ball of yellow light could be seen rolling around in mid-air, like a tornado.
At the end of Wang Yan's fight, he gradually forgot about things and me, and knew nothing. Suddenly, the strange man's thin voice reached his ears. "Oh, I want to go back! Little baby, you are very good. I used the method of transmission of sound.
Talk to you, if you still want to fight with me in the future, just wait for me at the entrance of the eighteenth level of hell on the 15th day of every month when the yang energy is at its strongest. I’ll go too!”
Wang Yan woke up with a start and opened his eyes. There had long been no trace of the weirdo in front of him, and the Samsara Well had also returned to calm. There was not even a shadow of the evil ghost. Apparently, everyone who could leave had left.
Ten kings as tall as mountains surrounded him and stared at him.
The Ten Great Lords of Hell.
Wang Yan naturally recognized the ten great Yamas, and saw that all of them were slightly decorated, but Moggallana in the sky had disappeared, and he had obviously been subdued by them.
"Who were you fighting just now?" Yan Jun, who was closest to Wang Yan and was covered in pitch black, suddenly asked. His appearance and complexion were somewhat similar to Wang Yan's.
This charcoal-faced Yama is called King Yama. He is not the strongest among the ten Yamas, but he has the greatest reputation among the people. When the Tang Empire was first established, the ten Yamas competed for control of the underworld. He
He was defeated by King Guang of Qin with a slight disadvantage.
"I don't know who that person is. Besides, I won't tell you if I know." Wang Yan sneered. The underworld used Dayue Lao's token to trick him back. He hated being deceived the most in his life, even if he was standing in front of him.
Even Lord Yama of the underworld will not show off his beauty.
There was a brief silence among everyone.
"Take away." After a moment, King Qin Guang stretched his hand in the air. Wang Yan suddenly felt sore and fell to the ground. A team of black and white Wuchang immediately ran over and escorted him.
"You take him back and imprison him first. I will report this incident to the Emperor of Heaven and take Moggallana to heaven to punish him." King Qin Guang's face became so gloomy that it almost dripped water.
Black and White Wuchang received the order and escorted Wang Yan back.
"Hahaha, you are stupider than a pig. So many ghosts in the eighteenth level of hell have escaped, but you didn't escape?" In the sky prison, Wang Yan was imprisoned again. The arrogant Sun Sanba
Let out a shocking laugh.
"Shut up." Wang Yan shouted coldly. He was in a state of confusion at the moment and needed to straighten out his thoughts.
"When Lord Yan comes back, you will be taken to the Heavenly Punishment Hall immediately and your soul will be scattered. What else can you do?" Sun Sanba was furious. He picked up the ghost willow and slashed at Wang Yan's head.
Wang Yanli ignored it. To him, this level of pain was just an itch.
After a while, Sun Sanba was tired from the beating and sat aside bitterly, panting.
Three days passed by in a flash.
That night, Wang Yan was concentrating on the results of his successive battles when he suddenly heard the sound of two ghost soldiers talking outside the cell.dd