Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 273 The Three Altars of Haihui Great God
Since Ma Tianqi's body changed, horns grew out of his forehead, his body was covered with scales, his fingers turned into sharp eagle claws, and his legs turned into an inverted shape.

At that time, the opponent's crazy energy was almost limitless. Unfortunately, he couldn't withstand Wen Lianggong's punch.

"Which god do you worship that makes you so fanatical?"

Ma Tianqi made a "Jie Jie" sound, which made Wen Lianggong really tired of hearing it.

"We are not those country bumpkins. Some rotten fish and shrimps get very excited after a little response. Even those evil god believers even claim to be mothers, priests, and star gods. We worship Zhou Tianzheng God!"

Zhou Tianzhengshen? !
Wen Lianggong looked moved. He raised his big foot, ready to crush Ma Tianqi's head, but silently put it back.

"Who?"

"The great god of the Santan Haihui, Nezha!"

Bang!

The big foot came down and directly crushed Ma Tianqi's head. After making sure that the other party was silent, Wen Lianggong silently withdrew his foot with an expressionless face. The previous cleaning was too fast, and Ma Tianqi's life was extinguished so fast that he did not expect that the other party would fake his death. , I should pay more attention to this matter in the future.

"The Great God of Santan Haihui..."

Wen Lianggong murmured to himself in a low voice and looked up at the flesh and blood cocoon in the altar. His expression was slightly moved. If Zhu Zaihe said before, this is the descendant of the demon. In other words, who are they really worshiping? In terms of Nezha, this is Nezha’s son?

Immediately afterwards, a figure glowing with black gold was torn out and thrown to the ground by him.

laugh!
When he felt that his palm was grasping the real object and that it was a little unable to cover it, Wen Lianggong did not hesitate to launch the second limit state, and his huge six-meter-high body suddenly expanded.

Suddenly, Wen Lianggong stretched out his hand. Amitabha's true energy surged within him, and his body surface exuded the meaning of gilding, like cast gold and iron, unbreakable.

If the skin wasn't glowing with black gold color, and the appearance of these three heads vaguely resembled Zhu Zai's, he would have really thought that it was a demon boy who came into the world, with demonic aura overflowing all over his body. It is no worse than the monsters in the mythical world.

During this period, the power that could penetrate the cracked gold stone was accompanied by the wisps of white air that escaped from the fingertips, and penetrated into the flesh and blood cocoon at once.

If it is really Nezha, then is Nezha really still alive?
While Wen Lianggong frowned and thought deeply, he had already arrived in front of the flesh cocoon.

Now when he heard that Ma Tianqi was worshiping the so-called Zhou Tian Zhengshen, Nezha, the great god of the Santan Haihui, Wen Lianggong couldn't help but feel a sense of absurdity in his heart.

Three heads, six arms, and a skinny lotus body.

His eyes flashed slightly, and he looked at the flesh and blood cocoon quietly.

Wen Lianggong let out a soft drink, and spit out thunder, which turned into a rolling sound of thunder that was visible to the naked eye, causing the flesh and blood cocoon to completely rupture and spill out countless blood.

Nowadays, all comers are not rejected. Nearly tens of millions of people have stepped forward, and after countless years of blood sacrifice, such a so-called descendant of the evil god has been born.

As if feeling Wen Lianggong's approach, the cocoon of flesh and blood shrank and expanded more violently, and something was about to break out of the cocoon.

Even if you dare to use this kind of blood sacrifice to worship Him, I am afraid that divine punishment will be imposed immediately. The fire-tip spear that can pierce the heaven and earth will immediately kill the worshiper to death.

"Come out!"

The main reason why he didn't cut off the flesh and blood cocoon at the beginning was because he wanted to see what kind of thing it would give birth to.

If they were really worshiping Nezha, how could there be so many blood sacrifices? Even if Nezha was cruel by nature, he was still one of the righteous gods. It was impossible for him to accept such blood sacrifices.

The next moment, the monster thrown to the ground by Wen Lianggong was like a spider, moving its hands and feet, just propped on the ground, with three heads raised and six eyes staring at Wen Lianggong.

"Damn, it was almost, just almost!"

Zhu Zaiye's slightly old voice sounded, roaring with endless anger and resentment. Wen Lianggong's expression remained as usual, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "Why, can you really turn into Nezha?"

"You deserve to die!"

Zhu Zai's throat roared like a beast. The next moment, he saw that the dry and thin lotus root body around him quickly expanded like an inflated ball, as if he was swollen. The joints of the lotus root on his body became extremely thick, and they collided and rubbed. Suddenly, the sound of gold and iron erupted.

What makes people extremely suspicious is that the other party looks like a body made of lotus roots grown from metal, and an indestructible aura is revealed.

Of those three heads, one has an angry expression, one has a ferocious expression, and one has an expression of hatred.

The ultimate desire for destruction is manifested in these three heads.

In the blink of an eye, the opponent's body was nearly one meter taller than his second limit state.

"Zhu Zaihe, if this is your confidence, then I will send you to see one of your great Nezha gods."

Wen Lianggong had a vague guess in his mind. Which Nezha was willing to accept, or passively accepted, this kind of blood sacrifice, maybe like the mountain god, his consciousness was completely wiped out, leaving only his broken body to spontaneously and unconsciously react to external stimuli.

His eyes were cold and he no longer held anything back. Under Zhu Zai's first sinister smile, and finally his shocked, then dull expression, Wen Lianggong completely unfolded his three-foot-long golden body.

For a moment, Ruo Baoxiang's solemn statue, its rich Qi and blood were so pure that it could be washed with three thousand glazed glass. Under the influence of the strong spiritual will, there seemed to be faint Buddhist chants and Taoist and immortal sounds circulating around.

Zhu Zaiye raised his head and looked at Wen Lianggong, who was all golden and more than three meters taller than him. After a while, he subconsciously asked.

"Aren't you a Taoist priest?"

Wen Lianggong said nothing, raised his hand and turned down from high.

Mountain Seal!
All of a sudden, it was like Mount Tai rising up and collapsing down, the air flow was surging, making loud rumbling sounds, and the white turbid air flow was even more like a wave.

It was like a gigantic mountain weighing billions of tons falling from the sky, covering up and cutting off everything.

Can't escape! ?
Zhu Zaihe's face was ferocious and twisted, and his three heads had different expressions, but they all had a trace of despair.

He really didn't expect Wen Lianggong to have such unpredictable methods.

That force, much more powerful than his spiritual will, firmly locked onto him.

As the palm prints fell, an inexplicable thought arose in Zhu Zaihe's mind.

Could it be that the other party is the real demon?

The next moment, Zhu Zaihe's consciousness completely disappeared and he fell into eternal darkness.

Looking at Zhu Zaihe who was beaten into mud by his own palm, Wen Lianggong let out a sigh of relief.

Mu De, who made his blood boil with excitement, unexpectedly turned out to be a silver gun and a candle holder, which looked useless.

Using mountain-turning seals to bombard the opponent is really like using anti-aircraft cannons to attack mosquitoes.

And what makes Wen Lianggong a little helpless is that there is no prompt on the attribute panel to obtain the mythical aura after half-click kill, which is obviously a stick.

After regaining the extreme state for a while, Wen Lianggong walked slowly to the edge of the altar, and his spiritual consciousness spread quietly, extending into the void with the tentacles of the flesh cocoon.

(End of this chapter)