The strongest starting system

Chapter 1011 The Power of the Air Cannon
The red light swept over with shocking fluctuations that would destroy the world, and the monstrous red light dyed the surrounding sky blood red.

Lin Lanlan took a deep breath and couldn't help clenching her small fists.

On the control panel of the cabin, the number finally showed one.

"The air cannon is loaded and fired."

"Oh!"

Being in the cabin, Zhao Wushuang also felt a huge vibration coming from behind him, like a missile exploding at close range.

The air cannon is invisible and colorless, but it can tear the void and move forward brazenly.In the blink of an eye, all obstacles in front of him were broken.

The blood-red beam of light hundreds of times larger than the air cannon was brutally knocked away, and fragments fell one after another. Before the Tianluo formation could react, the air cannon brutally smashed through the defense of the entire formation.

The thousand-meter-high main peak and several nearby branch peaks were all shaken, and the strong wind blew past, picking up countless broken branches and boulders.

Taoist Qingmo was terrified on the spot, and was sent flying a thousand meters away by the aftermath of the air cannon, crashing down a low peak abruptly.

The other two elders were not much better.

The power of the air cannon had already been tested by Zhao Wushuang when he was in Qinglian Holy Land. Even the guardian elders of the second level of saints could not withstand it, let alone the mere Taoist Qingmo of the first level of demon saints.

It is also fortunate that Tianluo Dazheng unloaded two-thirds of the air cannon's attack power, otherwise the Qingmo Daoist and others would be wiped out immediately, leaving no dregs left.

After the storm of smoke and dust in the sky gradually dissipated, the entire Ghost King Sect was crying. Hundreds of disciples clutched their wounds with painful expressions on their faces.

After firing the air cannon, Zhao Wushuang transformed the supersonic plane into its original form. It landed on the devastated Ghost King Sect with two delicate-looking loli on the left and right, stepping on the heels of the cloud.

Everyone was itching with hatred, but no one dared to step forward.

"Ghost King Sect? That's it?"

Zhao Wushuang sighed, and said regretfully: "I still wanted to see if your so-called guardian array could block the air cannon, but it still disappointed me and wasted my air cannon."

"..."

"Call out the one with the highest status here." Zhao Wushuang said instead.

After a while, no one paid any attention to him, only the wind rolled the fallen leaves in front of him, looking quite desolate.

"Master Uncle... I saw that Master Uncle had fallen down the mountain..."

A disciple of the Ghost King Sect finally summoned up his courage and said hesitantly.

"Why are you looking at me? Hurry up and look for it, it's your master uncle."

Zhao Wushuang said a little depressed.

Two people who were protected by the bunker in advance and only slightly injured ran down the mountain in a hurry. About half an hour later, the two came up with a sack on their shoulders.

What was contained in the sack was their master uncle, Taoist Qingmo.

It's just that Taoist Qingmo has fallen badly now, there is a hideous wound visible to the naked eye on the left chest, which runs through the entire chest, and it is this blow that kills him.

Zhao Wushuang smiled lightly, then stretched out his hand to grab something in the air, as if he had caught something.

He blew into the palm of his hand, and a moment later, a spirit body in the shape of a pocket doll was exposed in the air, Zhao Wushuang grabbed him by the neck, and his two short legs fluttered desperately in the air.

Taking a closer look, the disciples of Ghost King Sect were all taken aback.

Isn't this spirit body exactly their master uncle Qingmo Taoist?

"Damn it! I don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the boy, I advise you to let me go! I was sent by the Tuntian Guardian to guard the mountain gate. If you kill me, the Tuntian Guardian will definitely respond."

Hearing this, Zhao Wushuang immediately became interested.

What is he missing most now?It's not a panacea or a weapon, but information about Tuoshe's Ghost Realm.

Being in the village, the information he can get is limited, and he cannot fully understand the world.

Only when the status of the person he comes into contact with is higher, can he get useful information to judge where his parents are.

Now it seems that this Green Demon Taoist is a good choice.

Seeing that Zhao Wushuang withdrew his hand, Taoist Qingmo thought that his threat was effective, so he continued triumphantly:
"Even if you are sensible, you let me go now. I don't need to pursue the matter of you destroying the mountain gate. When I return to the headquarters, I can help you speak a few words in front of the Tuntian protector. If I can get The appreciation of the Heaven Swallowing Protector, you..."

"It's noisy."

Zhao Wushuang slapped him directly.

This palm hit Taoist Qing Mo's head dizzy, and his eyes were full of stars.He was just short of breathing in, and suffocated to death.

"You dare to hit me?" Taoist Green Demon scolded.

Snapped.

He got another slap on the face.

"I am under the command of the Heaven Swallowing Protector..."

boom!
Zhao Wushuang didn't slap him this time, but punched him directly on the forehead.

Taoist Qingmo gritted his teeth in pain, he really didn't understand why Zhao Wushuang's attack would cause pain to his spiritual body.

"One more word of persuasion, and I will take off your two legs."

Zhao Wushuang's eyes were cold and heartless, it didn't look like he was joking at all.

Daoist Qingmo suddenly felt that he seemed to underestimate this kid, he wanted to curse out loud, but when the words came to his lips, he held back abruptly.

He is also afraid of death!
"Now I ask you a question, and you answer one. After the question is over, I will randomly pick one of these people and ask it again. If your answer is the same, you can survive, but if the answer is different, He must die, and you will be punished."

Zhao Wushuang showed a harmless smile to humans and animals. He grabbed it with his hand, and an invisible light cut through it, easily cutting the boulder beside him in half.

"If there is a difference, that is the end."

All the people present felt their hearts were trembling, they felt that they were already members of the local ghost king sect who did all kinds of crimes, but they didn't expect that someone more ruthless than them would come.

Taoist Qingmo has never seen such a cruel person since he became a saint.

He usually calls himself a devil, and clamors that no grass grows anywhere he goes, and everyone becomes a barbarian.

Looking at it now, the real devil doesn't even bat an eye when he kills people.

"The first question, who is the suzerain of the Ghost King Sect? How strong is it? And what important generals does he have under his command..."

Then, a strange scene appeared.

Ghost King Peak, who dominated one side, was broken into the mountain gate, and there were many wounded, but none dared to take the initiative to treat them. Everyone's eyes were cast on the square in the center of the sect.

There was a young man there, dressed in a clean black robe, with a handsome face, full of smiles, and two little lolis by his side.

However, at this moment, the only definition of Zhao Wushuang in many people's minds is the word devil.

(End of this chapter)