Guide to the Empress becoming a God

Chapter 1072 Resentment, Beheading

Ai Xiang's words seemed to be heard from a long distance away, and what she heard in Shao Fei's ears was both true and unreal.

At this moment, all that remains in her mind is that when she was a young monk who just started, the last Suzerain of Meng Huazong, that is, her master once said:
3000 years ago, there was a catastrophe in this world, and the suffering of all living beings was all thanks to the barbarians.

At that time, the teacher didn't say anything very specific. After many years, Shaofei's own memory is also a little fuzzy, but she only remembers clearly that what barbarians practice is physical cultivation...

After Ai Xiang finished her question, seeing that Shaofei ignored her, she turned to look curiously.

I saw Shaofei's usually gentle and beautiful big eyes staring at these black-clothed monks who had just entered the arena at this moment.

Ai Xiang glanced at her mouth in disdain, looked away, and continued to look for Yanyan in the seats of the White Mist Hall.

snort!No wonder Master is willing to leave the sect and Sect Master Chengyu, I dare to say that Master likes this kind of male cultivator!
Ai Xiang never reads on weekdays, and has no other hobbies other than making calculations, so she has never heard about the Shi'e tribe outside the region.

However, she could understand from the words of the scattered cultivators of the sect on the side that this was a cultivator raised by the Chu family in the Dongming Mansion.

The one at the head is none other than the cultivation genius among the juniors of the Chu family, and the next head of the Chu family, Chu Guanchao.

In front of everyone's eyes, this group of particularly eye-catching monks in black suddenly stopped.

Because Chu Guanchao, who was walking in the front, stopped.

Chu Guanchao stopped, turned sideways, and turned towards the seat where the White Mist Hall was located.

All the monks following behind him also turned to look at the White Mist Hall.

Across the seats far away, Chu Guanchao's gaze fell on Yan Yan, who was in the front row, without any hindrance.

Raising an arm suddenly, Chu Guanchao's finger pointed straight at Yanyan.

Although he didn't speak, the provocative meaning was already clear.

Seeing this situation, all the disciples of Baiwu Hall who were sitting behind Yanyan stood up in unison and stared angrily at each other.

The black-clothed monks following behind Chu Guanchao also took a step forward and glared at the disciples of the White Mist Hall.

The two sides quickly formed a confrontational situation.

"drink!"

The black-clothed monks of the Chu family suddenly shouted loudly, and the patterns embroidered with gold thread on the back of the monk's cloaks they were wearing were actually inspired by the spiritual energy contained in the sound waves.

The golden thread was shaken up into the air, and above the heads of the monks of the Chu family, a golden thread containing spirit qi was combined to form a monster totem.

The monster looked a bit like a lion with a human face, and a pair of bird wings growing on its back.

The monster bared its eyes and fangs, and roared at Yan Yan and everyone in the White Mist Hall to show its majesty.

Yanyan's brows moved slightly, and she gently hooked her glistening lips.

Ha ha, quite a bit of momentum.

The phantom of this roaring monster is formed by the resonance of neat momentum. It is composed of monks releasing spirit qi at the same time to stimulate the same spiritual weapon, which is also equivalent to a kind of "momentum"

This is like an ever-victorious army fighting north and south. Before it approaches, the enemy fighting against it can clearly feel an invisible and powerful oppressive force.

This oppressive force is "potential".

This is where the word "overwhelming" comes from.

It is a symbol of the cohesion of a team spirit formed after real killing or years of accumulation.

However, the status of the monks of the Chu family in front of them is obviously not the above situation.

This kind of momentum generated by the resonance of the spiritual weapon is obviously much weaker.

Yan Yan sneered: "It's just a toy for children, cut it off!"

As soon as Yan Yan's words came out, before Bi Cheng and Shen Yuyun could react, Zhan Liang and You Changqing beside them had already stood up.

Two silver lights flickered inadvertently, and flew out from the bodies of the two at the same time, soaring into the air.

As the silver chains in the bodies of the two flew up, the silver chains in the bodies of the disciples of the White Mist Hall rose into the air one after another, and quickly formed a half-empty and half-real Yin-Yang Pisces picture above the seats of the White Mist Hall.

The two silver chains of Zhan Liang and You Changqing are exactly the fish eyes of Pisces with the head and tail connected.

The breath of the disciples in the White Mist Hall was surging, white cloaks hung on their shoulders, and the vast white mist rose up. The huge Tai Chi Yin-Yang fish above their heads was urged to rotate and swim slowly like clouds and clouds.

Under the horrified eyes of everyone, Zhan Liang and You Changqing suddenly shouted "Go!"

The huge yin and yang Pisces suddenly sped up and rotated, and the Pisces merged into one, like a chaotic disc violently crashing towards the roaring monster opposite.

A monster and a disk collided fiercely in the air.

Almost without hindrance, the Chaos Disc flew directly from the roaring monster's neck, drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, and then turned back neatly, turning into a magnificent silver rain line. Into the bodies of the disciples of the White Mist Hall.

As the breath subsided, the snow-white cloaks of the people in the White Mist Hall slowly fell, and the disciples followed Zhan Liang and You Changqing and sat down neatly again.

The whole process is smooth and natural between the clouds and the clouds, and it is done in one go.

On the opposite side, the monks in black led by Chu Guanchao still stood in place.

The only difference is that a crack gradually appeared from the neck of the huge gold lined ghost illusion on the top of the head, and then the entire monster's head began to fall sideways from the crack.

Seeing this scene, the crowd let out bursts of exclamation.

Someone couldn't help shouting: "Baiwu Palace beheaded the Chu family!"

It was only after he yelled out that he realized that his words seemed a bit inappropriate, and then secretly looked at the people around him, but no one refuted them.

It seemed that everyone present thought so.

The monk who shouted looked at the monks of the Chu family sympathetically.

It's embarrassing, it's a bit ruthless!

This is not the most embarrassing situation for the Chu family.

The most embarrassing ones were the black-clothed monks of the Chu family, who could no longer care about fighting with the White Mist Palace, and turned around to look at their black cloaks.

The monster pattern was originally embroidered with gold thread on the cloaks of these black-clothed monks. Just now, these monks used their spiritual energy to push the golden thread pattern into the air, but they were neatly cut off by the cloud lock chain in the White Mist Temple. , Some of the monks' gold threads could not be recovered, and the corresponding positions on the cloaks were also broken.

The cloak that was in good shape just now immediately rotted a lot, so I had to take it off on the spot in embarrassment. I can't enter the venue wearing a tattered cloak, wouldn't it be more embarrassing?

Chu Guanchao's face turned pale with anger, and he glared angrily at Yanyan on the opposite seat.

Yanyan propped up the table in front of her with one hand, and smiled a little naughty.With the other hand, he slowly stretched out a thumb towards Chu Guanchao, and then pointed the thumb down.

The veins on Chu Guanchao's neck bulged, and a voice came from a long distance: "You wait for me!"

Yanyan glanced lazily, her disdainful eyes had moved away from the other party, and turned to the entrance.

Relying on the momentum created by the mere spiritual weapon, he dared to use the ax in front of Tai Chi Bai's practice.

Saying that you are a toy is flattering you!
But Yan Yan always felt that the monster that formed above the head of the Chu family monk just now looked familiar.

This thing seems to have been seen somewhere before...

(End of this chapter)