Xiuxian is a dead end!

Chapter 161: Slash to the East!Defeat the stars!Wuyang Prison! [Ask for a monthly pass! 】

"Ok?"

The demon king of Donglin realized that something was wrong the first time Meng Nan unfolded his eight-armed dharma body: "This!"

As soon as the eight arms were released, Meng Nan, who was originally only at the level of Qi training, went straight up in terms of breath intensity, breaking through the barriers of Qi training and Dao foundation in an instant, and continued to rise.

Even to the east, the demon king felt thrilling, and could no longer sense the level. He only felt that there was only an eight-armed demon god standing upright in the sky and on the ground.

Heartbroken!

When I was startled, I saw the eight arms tearing open the sky, and the green-robed Taoist who looked like a demon god rushed to him in an instant.

and then—

boom!
The eight arms danced wildly, and each palm, whether it was a seal, a fist, or a magic weapon, fell down with a bang.

"Crap!"

Donglin Yaowang's heart sank, he didn't dare to resist, as soon as the blue wind and black clouds moved under his feet, he was about to run away.

But with this movement, it was discovered that one person seemed to be trapped in a swamp, and he couldn't move for a while, as if he was imprisoned by a place.

The demon king was shocked.

Looking at the green-robed Taoist again, one of his eight arms, one of his palms is stretched out, pinching the nameless seal, the yellow light is shining, like the purple mansion of the fairy family, the Buddha kingdom in the palm, which is infinitely attractive to him, and the whole body is stuck in place at first , the next moment there is actually a tendency to fall into his palm.

I don't know Donglin, this is a thaumaturgy, it's called——

[In the palm of your hand]!
"Double [eight arms] blessing, originally only proficient level [palm], but it can exert almost perfect power, surpassing three or four small levels!"

Meng Nan stretched out his palm and trapped Donglin Yaowang, feeling emotional in his heart.

With his cultivation base, even if [Hand in Hand] is a thaumaturgy, it will be extremely difficult to cause even the slightest threat or trouble to Dao Ji, the gap is too big.

But [Eight Arms] is just like the 'Little Wuxiang Kung Fu' and 'Nine Suns Magic Kung Fu' in previous martial arts——

Blessed by it, driven by it.

This allows a technique to exert a power far beyond the current level of mastery.

For example at this time.

This one [Hand in the Palm] is already impressive.

"If [Hand in the Palm] can reach the second level of Tongfa, I don't know if [Eight Arms] can continue to bless and improve."

"If possible—"

Meng Nan thought to himself, keeping his hands on.

[Eight Arms] urges [Palm], the power is not small, but it is not enough to trap the Demon King in the east, and it is not enough to really absorb it into a palm square inch.

Meng Nan also knew it well, so at the same time as [Hand in the palm] performed meritorious deeds, his whole body was already in front of him, approaching the East Lin Yao King.

Then, with eight arms dancing wildly, they came out one after another, and smashed at the top of the East Lin Yao King's head without any fancy.

"Boom!"

Donglin Demon King was very angry, and his heart was even more terrified.

Heart throbbing.

Death is near.

At this moment, the Demon King of Donglin didn't care about anything more, he didn't even think about begging for mercy, his whole body changed into his real body——

Beautiful lines!

A blue bird!
At the time of the change, at the tail, there were three feathers flashing together and igniting spontaneously.

This is the natal sacrifice of the East Lin Demon King, which has cost countless painstaking efforts. It is a life-saving feather, and one will only be used as a last resort in times of life and death.

Relying on this plume, the Demon King of Donglin has escaped certain death several times.

But this time, the crisis was unprecedented, Dong Lin didn't care about his distress, and wanted to escape and save his life, the three life-saving feathers were not stingy, and burst open in one go.

all of a sudden.

The breath soared, and the mana was aroused!
Unexpectedly, a fierce son broke free from the restriction of [in the palm].

To the east there is mourning, and the blue bird flutters its wings, and it is about to go far away.

However, the eight arms have already fallen down at this time——

boom!
The first blow, the first punch, just brushed against the side of the East Demon King.But the crushing power also made Donglin Yaowang staggered.

Most of the power of the three life-saving feathers was wiped out on the spot.

"Escape!"

The demon king insisted and wanted to escape.

"Where to escape!"

Meng Nan was like a god like a demon, the wind and fire swept under his feet, he caught up with the Donglin Demon King in the first moment, and then punched down with his second punch——

boom!
This punch volleyed in the air, landed on the wings of the demon king facing east, and directly dropped the demon king into the sky.

Meng Nan followed closely, then pounded——

boom!
boom!
boom!
This time, he punched three times in a row——

boom!
The Demon King of Donglin had no power to fight back, his mana was defeated, his body was like a rag, he was beaten and exploded on the spot——

Feathers scattered.

Flesh and blood flew.

Only one head was still intact, begging Meng Nan for mercy while tumbling in the air: "Spare me, spare my life! I am willing to be the mount of the Great Immortal!"

Facing the demon king in the east, he comes and goes without a trace. There are few people in the world who can threaten his life.

But at this time, he was blown away by Meng Nan's five punches, and his life was in danger.

This demon king no longer cared about resisting and running away, and took the time to shout, begging for mercy and surrendering to Meng Nan.

pity--

"Ah!"

Meng Nan chuckled lightly and did not move. Under the desperate gaze of the Demon King in the east, he threw out his sixth fist with eight arms!
boom!
The head exploded, and the soul disappeared.

East to the Demon King!

dead!
……

"arrive!"

Just when Meng Nan's six fists blasted the Demon King to the east, the void swayed, and two figures landed not far away.

"hiss!"

"Donglin old demon?"

"Blown up?!"

The visitors were none other than the two ancestors of Ruyi Xiangong Jiyi and Shoushan.

These two people, the former held the 'Suoying Mirror', and the latter pinched the seal and performed the 'Zhoutian Great Teleportation'. They arrived at the boundary of the 'Flame Mountain' in the territory of [Wuyang Mountain] only a moment behind the East Lin Yaowang.

But with this little time difference, a big battle has ended.

Maybe it can't be called a 'big war' at all, it's just a unilateral massacre by the eight-armed Taoist.

As soon as the two arrived, they met the eight-armed Meng Nan who turned his head and looked at each other.

you look at me.

I look at you.

The atmosphere solidified.

Ji Yi was terrified.

Shoushan's heart trembled.

The second ancestor didn't have any preparations, so he ran over straight like this, and just when the demon king in the east was blown up, he had a face-to-face meeting with Meng Nan, whose fierce power had not yet dissipated.

awkward.

Thriller.

Going away for a while is neither staying nor staying.

Fortunately, Patriarch Ji Yi was still alive, as soon as he changed his mind, he changed his face from a stiff face, and said to the eight-armed Taoist, "Son Ji Yi of Ruyi Immortal Palace, I have met Taoist brother!"

Patriarch Shoushan understood and hurriedly said: "Shoushanzi of Ruyi Immortal Palace, I have met Daoist brother."

The two have a friendly attitude, self-declared their families, and put their personalities extremely low.

Patriarch Jiyi was chatting and boasting again: "The speed of the old demon in Donglin is the fastest in the world, and he travels around the world, and no one can cure him. I didn't expect to be beaten to death by the Taoist brother today. I really admire it."

Reach out and don't hit the smiling man.

In front of a mysterious figure who can casually kill the Donglin Demon King and other Daoist powers, Patriarch Ji Yi flattered him and flattered him without any shame.

"Ji Yi."

"Shoushan."

Looking at the two of them, Meng Nan couldn't help smiling.

When he first saw these two Daoji Patriarchs of Ruyi Immortal Palace in the No.12th life, he was so frightened that he died on the spot.

It's a feud.

Later, in the No.14th world, Meng Nan was suppressed by the Patriarch Zhaixing because he took the "God Ember Cauldron". Later Erlang Meng Jian returned with the axe in his hand, and when he split the star to save his father, this Patriarch Jiyi It was a kindness to have urged the 'Suoying Mirror' to help.

This kind of enmity and kindness is even offset.

Seeing these two patriarchs again at this time, Meng Nan was neither grateful nor hated.

Patriarch Ji Yi came to please, and this time Meng Nan killed Donglin Demon King, not only to use this to complete the "sacrifice" progress, but also to take advantage of the opportunity to stand on stage from behind the scenes.

then.

He looked at Ji Yi and Shou Shan, he was not alone and arrogant, and said in his mouth: "Poverty Taoist 'Wuyang', I met two fellow Taoists."

Meng Nan named it, just talking nonsense.

When Ji Yi and Shou Shan heard this, they could roughly guess that the name was not real, but they didn't care about it. On the contrary, because of Meng Nan's accusation, they were delighted.

Patriarch Ji Yi opened his mouth and said, "So it's Daoist Brother Wuyang, I've admired him for a long time!"

In fact, he hadn't heard of it at all, but it didn't matter.

"Pin Dao has long admired the reputation of the Six Schools of Middle Earth."

Meng Nan laughed.

While the three were exchanging greetings, Meng Nan seemed to have sensed it, and suddenly looked up, and then smiled at Ji Yi and Shou Shan: "Two fellow Taoists, wait for a while, I will go to meet the number one in this world for a while. "

The power of the birth of the 'Shenjin Ding Ding' was vented. The first to come was the late Donglin Yaowang, and the second batch to come was Jiyi and Shoushan, who always loved to join in the fun.

Immediately after that, the fourth place is the No.1 in the world——

Grandmaster Reaching the Stars!

……

Meng Nan jumped into the sky.

"No. [-] in this world?"

In the Wuyang Mountains, Ji Yi and Shou Shan looked at each other, and then looked at the distant sky, momentarily startled and momentarily curious——

The first in the world!

Star Reaching Patriarch?

"Brother Zhaixing is inviting Wuyang Sanren to fight."

Patriarch Ji Yi felt the raging fighting intent in the distant sky, and looked into the sky, but saw the stars, hundreds of millions of stars hanging down.

And just when the Wuyang Sanren rushed forward——

Boom boom boom!
The sky and the earth roared non-stop.

But I saw, above the sky, there was actually a big star that was plucked down, like a shooting star, like a big sun, falling straight down.

Is this the art of picking stars? !
"Brother Zhaxing Daoist!"

"It's so scary!"

Patriarch Ji Yi stared at him, and finally understood why this Wuyang Sanren called Patriarch Zhaoxing the number one in the world.

In Zhongtu, in the four poles, everyone knows that the founder of Zhaixingzong has extremely high Taoism, mana and combat power, and is one of the top few people in the current era.

But there was no real fight, and all the Daoists hid their clumsiness and were unwilling to fight, so that no one knew the true strength of the Star Picking Patriarch.

until today.

Reach for the stars with one hand!

This patriarch who picked up the stars was truly revealed.

Thinking about it before, I'm afraid it wasn't because he didn't want to show it off, but because in this narrow world, it wasn't worth his full combat power.

It is also until today that the 'Wuyang Sanren' has unimaginable combat power in killing the East Lin Yao King.

The Patriarch Zhaixing is invincible in the world, and he is lonely for a long time, how can he let this opportunity pass by.

then.

The fighting spirit is high, and people are invited to fight.

Not only Ji Yi Patriarch.

Not only Shoushan Patriarch.

Everywhere in the world, every Daoist is paying attention to this battle.

Shock.

fear.

fear.

Panic.

Everyone is in a different mood.

It's just that there are only a few who can see this battle, only Dao Ji.

They saw—

This battle started with the star picking and ended with the star explosion.

Wuyang Sanren!

This Daoist figure who was born out of the sky, won the title of number one in the world as soon as he was born, with two invincible records of killing the East Demon King and crushing the Star Picking Patriarch in just one day.

Deserved!

Well deserved!

……

"Brother!"

"Senior Brother Xingxing!"

In the Zhaixingzong, the patriarch of Zhaixing went to the sky to fight, and shocked the world by picking the stars, but he came back bleeding, and the tragedy was not small.

Patriarch Qixing, Patriarch Chuiyun, Patriarch Sifeng and other Daoist ancestors of the Zhaixing Sect were all watching the battle, and they all sweated when they saw the scene where Patriarch Zhaixing was being crushed throughout.

But fortunately, although that person is strong, he can kill Donglin Demon King, but he can't kill Patriarch Zhaixing.

"Wuyang!"

"This man—"

Patriarch Zhaixing raised his head to appease everyone, he didn't care about his embarrassment and internal loss, his brows were sometimes furrowed and sometimes opened, as if he was thinking about something.

But not an epiphany.

After a long time, he came back to his senses, and turned to the other five Daoist disciples in front of him, Master Zhaxing shook his head and said: "This man is not a good stubble, he is extremely murderous, and has the power to butcher Daoist, don't wait!" Conflict with him, otherwise I won't be able to keep it."

Patriarch Zhaixing recalled the battle just now, this 'Wuyang Sanren' was dancing with eight arms, his murderous aura was as real as it was, and he wanted to kill him sincerely, obviously he was not a kind person.

That is him.

If this battle was changed to any one of the other five Taoist foundations of Zhaixingzong, I'm afraid they would inevitably end up in the same end as Donglin Yaowang.

Think about these.

The Patriarch Zhaixing repeated a few more words, and then told the Patriarch Seven Stars and other five people about the incident that Meng Nan revealed at the end of the fight just now——

……

"Pick the stars."

"In this cramped world, it's really rare to be able to practice [Picking the Stars] to such an extent."

He had fought against Patriarch Zhaixing, although he was an enemy for several generations, but Meng Nan had to admire this one.

Being in a small secret realm, relying on himself alone, he practiced [Zhaixing] to the Dzogchen, and it was a steady step forward, almost extending the middle-level secret of [Zhaixing] to the category of high-level thaumaturgy.

But unfortunately-

Intermediate High.

Secret magic.

It seems that there is only one difference, but in fact it is very different.

Although Patriarch Zhaixing is extremely talented, but after all, he is struggling in this world, with limited vision and insufficient knowledge, so he has not yet been able to complete this feat.

Not only now, but also in later generations, around the year [-] of the Xianli calendar, based on Meng Nan's observations at this time, he guessed in his heart that Patriarch Zhaixing had not succeeded until then.

Stuck here all my life.

Regret for life.

But even so, the Patriarch Zhaixing, who has stepped into the second stage of Daoji and passed on the secret [Zhaixing] Dzogchen, has also caught up with the later Tan Si and the other three in terms of combat power.

Not much.

Although Meng Nan has double thaumaturgy [eight arms], but under the huge gap between 'qi training' and 'dao base', he can still only kill ordinary dao bases like Donglin Yaowang. Steadily gain the upper hand and crush the whole process, this is the limit.

Want to kill?

Have to wait!
"My current strength is slightly weaker than the three altars of peak Qi training and [Fenghuolun] Dacheng in later generations."

On this day, Meng Nan had surpassed the God of Broken Treasure Cauldron, the King of Demon Slayer, Donglin, and the Patriarch of Picking Stars. He already had a very clear understanding of his own strength.

Hereafter.

In the No. 16th and No. 17th lives, Meng Santan could barely be called the number one in the world, not losing to the Patriarch of Zhaxing, only slightly inferior to the three immortals Tan Si, but the three immortals joined forces but could not help Meng Santan.

Afterwards, after three lifetimes, when the No. 20th lifetime, Meng Santan was only one step away from Daoji, and his gifted supernatural power [Fenghuolun] was even more perfect, and his combat power soared again, surpassing the Star Patriarch surpassed Tan Si and the Three Immortals, and even had the ability to kill the Three Immortals.

This is another jump.

Compared with Meng Santan at that time, Meng Nan was still worse.

"Talent magic!"

"That 'Congenital Wind and Fire Spirit Bead' is indeed in the right place!"

Meng Nan thought of the three altars of later generations, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Innate supernatural powers are strong and weak.

Weak ones like Meng Jian's "Sky Eye" cannot even be revealed during ordinary cultivation, and can only be awakened at the Qi training level, and their power is limited during the Qi training period.

But Meng Santan belongs to the strong one.

With the same level of cultivation, only Dacheng's [Hot Wheel] is far better than Meng Nan's high-level thaumaturgy [Eight Arms].

Meng Nan sighed, but was also happy for Meng Santan.

If there is a daughter like this, why would you ask for her father!
Think about these.

Meng Nan smiled and returned to the present moment.

"Kill the Demon King in the East."

"Defeat the Star Picking Patriarch."

"This battle of mine can be regarded as making a name for myself and establishing a fierce prestige."

"Next, on the one hand, it's about the ghost town."

"on the other hand--"

Meng Nan looked around, he was in the clouds, and he could see the Wuyang Mountains at a glance.

It takes 20 years of mana to open No.120 I.

This is too much.

Just rely on self-cultivation, don't think about it at all.

One by one, they went to find the villains who practiced Qi, even the villains who practiced Qi at the peak, and forced them to catch the wind and disaster.

This is too troublesome and unrealistic.

Therefore.

Meng Nan had planned for a long time——

It is to build a prison in this world, and focus on imprisoning and cultivating Qi.

In the final harvest, force the wind disaster, wait for failure, and devour the demon.

A steady stream.

This is the real way.

Picking a day is worse than hitting the day.

It is better to choose a place than to be on the spot.

The location of the prison is set at [Wuyang Mountain].

"Since it stands on [Wuyang Mountain], let's call this prison——"

"Mist Yang Prison!"

……

(End of this chapter)