Taoist temple that will cross

Chapter 291 I have never been persecuted like this in my life!
"After 100 years, your uncle will still be your uncle!"

Cao Yi put down the whip in his hand, let out a breath, and wiped the two drops of blood flowing from the center of his eyebrows.

There is a price to be paid for beating people to death with a magic whip.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the source of Yingzheng in the True Dragon Pond.

"not good"

Cao Yi quickly stabilized himself.

Next, he really couldn't do it anymore.

"Lu Zhi, Zhu's family, Fu Nian, Peng Yue, kill them all."

Crocodile Zun's voice without emotion appeared in this world.

Four figures descended from the sky, from left to right, Lu Zhi, the lord of the Yin-Yang family, Zhu Jia, the lord of the peasant family, Fu Nian, the sage master of the Confucian school, and Peng Yue, the great thief. People tremble.

Except for Peng Yue, everyone else looked cold, obviously losing their sense of autonomy.

"Smelly Taoist priest, you tricked me into looking at the stars back then, and you tricked me so badly!"

Peng Yue has a strong figure, sharp eyes, locks of black hair that move without wind, and his voice is as shrill as a night owl in the dark night.

What he said made people laugh.

Another enemy, this is the Avengers!

While Cao Yi was speechless, he felt something was wrong. Xu Fu survived. It was understandable. Peng Yue was smashed into meatloaf by Tianxing back then, so how could he survive.

"But I also want to thank you. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be able to obtain the good fortune in the sin star and create an immortal body."

Peng Yue clenched his hands tightly, and his tower-like tiger body exuded a strong oppressive force.

Taking a step, the ground even appeared a wide range of cracks.

There is good fortune in the stars!

Cao Yi's mood was suddenly inexplicable.

"Stop talking, cut off Cao Yi's head and send Yingzheng on his way."

Crocodile Zun's cold voice came.

"kill"

Peng Yue let out a roar like thunder, and without using any weapons or methods, he directly used his huge body to crush him.

Lu Zhi, the sage master of the Yin-Yang family, Zhu family, the Zhu family's sage master, and Fu Nian, the Confucian sage master, launched attacks at the same time.

What Lu Zhi used was Yuanshen controlling the sword energy, which was several times stronger than before.

What the Zhu family displayed was still divine consciousness, at least inferior to Xu Fu just now.

What Fu Nian used was Guzheng sound attack, similar to Zuo Ci in the world of Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

Before, the ruins of various palaces thrown over by Xu Fu and Jiang Chong were instantly torn apart under the attack of the four, turning into pieces of dust.

"It's coming to an end, we don't need so many people, go to half of them to stop them"

Cao Yi said to the masters of Qin court.

"kill"

Half of Qin Ting's masters rushed out with exhausted bodies, and no one flinched.

For a moment, on the killing field, murderous aura was like a sea, surging the audience, some masters of Qin Ting even blew themselves up in order to stop the four of them, showing extreme bravery.

The killing took only a quarter of an hour, Lu Zhi lost an arm, Zhu's family was blown off half of his head, only half of Fu Nian's body was left, and Peng Yue was covered in blood.

"Zhe Zi Mi"

"Zhe Zi Mi"

"Zhe Zi Mi"

"Zhe Zi Mi"

The four of them drank at the same time.

The body is like a whirlpool, crazily absorbing the source stones piled up on the edge of the real dragon pool and the source qi floating in the world, the joints of the body are moving and ringing non-stop, the whole body is shining like divine gold, and the wounds are visible to the naked eye. Speed ​​gets better.

"Master, what's the matter?"

Fusu clenched his fists tightly, anxiety appeared on his face.

"It's just the last bit"

Cao Yi responded flatly.

Fusu glanced at the four people, and said anxiously: "Are they recovering soon?"

"The poor can't move"

Cao Yi told the truth.

If you stop at this time, not only will all previous efforts be wasted, but it will also cause serious damage to Ying Zheng.

Fusu grabbed the magic whip that Cao Yi threw on the ground, and said to many Qin Ting masters who had been beaten back and lost the power to fight again: "You wait to bless the gods on the lonely body."

"promise"

"promise"

……

Spiritual thoughts fell on Fusu one after another. Although they were all weak, they couldn't stand the crowd.

Soon, Fusu's spiritual sense became stronger, "Who dares to fight Gu?"

The heroic voice reverberated throughout the audience, and the powerful consciousness made Peng Yue, the only one among the four who possessed a sense of consciousness, look sideways.

Boom!

Lu Zhi, who was controlled by Crocodile Zun, rushed over with a powerful hand of divine sense.

He took a head-on shot, as if he wanted to shoot Fusu to death.

Fusu swung his whip and beat him down.

when!The void exploded, like thunder colliding.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Zhi staggered back a few meters after being beaten, and fell to the ground.

In the first shot, Fusu won a complete victory.

Fu Nian, the Zhu family, who was controlled by Crocodile Zun, followed suit, and the power of spiritual consciousness became stronger
Fusu beat the magic whip in his hand repeatedly, not sparing the power of his primordial spirit.

Fu Nian, the Zhu family only retreated more than ten meters, and did not fall down.

Fusu continued to fight non-stop, and continued to increase. .

The sound of Qin Ting's master who provided him with divine power falling down continued to be heard behind him.

At the critical moment, Fusu couldn't care less about benevolence and righteousness.

Fu Nian, blood appeared on the forehead of the Zhu family one after another, and they were crumbling.

Suddenly, ten masters of Qin Ting who provided the power of Yuanshen exploded.

The power of the magic whip in Fusu's hand was greatly reduced.

Whoosh, a green-gold short spear flew out of Peng Yue's hand, piercing through Fusu's primordial spirit.

With a thud, the whip in Fusu's hand fell to the ground.

Fusu himself fell backwards and landed in the real dragon pond.

"The Prince"

"The Prince"

……

The Qin Ting masters who rushed out before, who were not yet dead, blew themselves up one after another, blocking the four of them.

In the True Dragon Pond, Ying Zheng, who was motionless at first, shook his body, opened his eyes, and shot out two cold electricity, like red clouds piercing the void.

"Father, cough, cough"

Fusu, who was floating on the water, kept coughing up blood, and stretched out his hand to Yingzheng.

Ying Zheng was startled, his eyes darkened, and he reached out to grab Fusu's hand, his lips trembling.

"Boy...baby, again... I have embarrassed my father again!"

Fusu's eyes dimmed, and his voice was intermittent.

It was his luck and misfortune to be the eldest son of Qin Shihuang.

His whole life is bathed in supreme glory, and his whole life is shrouded in boundless shadow.

"You did very well"

Ying Zheng squeezed out a little relief on his sad face.

Fusu closed his eyes and let go of his hands.

Ying Zheng didn't shed tears, but stared blankly at Fusu's body.

After 30 years of separation, I didn't expect the white-haired person to send the black-haired person.

He has many sons, Fusu is the oldest one, but not the one he likes the most.

The reason is that his personality is too different from his, too benevolent, too bookish, not like an emperor.

"Father, I feel that you are doing something wrong..."

Bookish stubborn words echoed in his ears.

In front of him was a lifeless corpse.

"what……"

Ying Zheng roared, his boundless grief turned into a murderous intent, and the whole Efang Palace seemed to be covered with a thick layer of frost.

Booming, in the distance, self-detonation sounded again and again, surging blood and turbulence in all directions.

Boom!The last self-explosion.

The four of them walked out of the soaring smoke and dust, standing not far away like four bloody dragons.

Ying Zheng stood up from the real dragon pool, and looked at the four of them with cold eyes.

The chill is like the coming of winter, sweeping this world.

When the emperor got angry, he laid down millions of corpses, bleeding and drifting away.

He took a step, and his body was like a black hole, absorbing the origin qi from all directions.

"I have never been persecuted like this in my life!"

His emotionless voice wafted across the world.

(End of this chapter)