Poor monk does not understand love

Chapter 352

The sound of violent rage entangled with tyrannical spiritual power swayed, and a circle of ripples appeared in the sky, centered on Yongkang, spreading across a large area of ​​the sky in an instant.

"Hurrah!"

When the strong wind picked up, hundreds of white-robed disciples who had been laid out around the square swarmed up. At the same time, afterimages appeared outside the walls around the courtyard. It was the disciples guarding outside the gate, crossing the wall and heading towards Wang Mu. A group of people killed them.

In addition, there are phantoms constantly appearing among the towering pavilions in the distance, and they are all powerful men with extremely high cultivation bases, surrounding them with a powerful coercion.

All of a sudden, the wind was howling, swords and swords were shadowing, and the void of the entire square was distorted by chaotic spiritual power, making people's vision blurred.

The people in the Nitian Pavilion were not afraid, their faces became cruel and fierce, and they tightened their swords tightly. Everyone dispersed instantly, protecting Wang Mu in the center, and pointed their swords at the crowd rushing around.

"I see who dares to do it!"

Seeing that the battle was about to break out, Mozun stood up.

A thick sound wave exploded, and one could clearly see a circle of black mist exploding around the Demon Venerable, and a wave of air squeezed into white swept away in all directions.

Everyone suddenly felt dizzy, as if a bomb had been thrown into their minds, the gust of wind stopped for a while, the whole mountain trembled, and the majesty as cold as a mountain was fully displayed in people's hearts. Almost at the same time, all the people rushing over were stunned Then, he involuntarily cast his eyes on the Demon Lord on the stage, with a look of fear floating in his eyes.

Demon Venerable, Demon Emperor's cultivation base, who would dare to do anything wrong in front of this kind of person?

The scene was quiet again, and the people of Hulong Villa frowned. Although they were indignant, they looked at the black-robed Demon Lord on the stage, and there was still some fear in their fierce eyes.

"Lord Mozun? Are you going to protect these lunatics?" Taking a deep breath, Yongkang looked at Mozun and said every word.

Mozun was unsmiling, looked at Yongkang with contempt, and said without emotion: "They are from my demon land, why can't I protect you?"

"But, they killed the people in my Hulong Villa! Just now, didn't Lord Mozun see it?" Yongkang clenched his fists and roared, with a blue vein protruding from his neck, and his eyes were about to split.

"If you kill it, kill it, so what?" Yan Kuan rolled his eyes and said indifferently.

If he hadn't met Ning Shuang that day, he and Brother Wang would have died in the hands of Xi Ming, shouldn't they be killed?
Yongkang laughed back angrily, killing him, killing him, what a big tone.

The suzerains of that group of other sects also looked shocked, they couldn't figure out what kind of arrogance these people in Nitian Pavilion relied on?
"I think you are looking for death!" Suddenly, Yongkang shouted angrily, and then rushed out in person.

A dazzling stream of light flashed in the air, and suddenly the wind was loud, and the wind pressure of mountains and tsunami hit.

Wang Mu Ning raised his eyebrows, and stepped up from the ground. At the same time, Duan Yixue, Ye Fengyi and other confidants also rose into the air, and everyone in Nitian Pavilion also raised their swords, and slashed down towards Yongkang who was rushing.

"Roar... Boom!"

With the sound of the roar of the mad dragon, a huge sword coiled around the mad dragon burst out, colliding with the moves of all the people in Nitian Pavilion.

Amidst the sound of landslides and ground cracks, the spiritual power of both sides unfolded at the same time, and the wave of spiritual power rolled back towards both sides. The strong wind roared, and a thick layer of sand and stone was torn up from the hard ground, followed by the wind and waves.

"Crack..." Wang Mu and his group of nearly 300 people pressed their feet close to the ground, and they all retreated violently. Under the powerful force, the gray and white ground was torn apart, revealing deep ravines.

After retreating tens of meters, everyone stopped firmly. Except for some whose faces turned pale with insufficient cultivation, the rest were safe and sound.

And Yongkang, although he would not be shocked back, was also blocked by the violent wave of spiritual power from his forward trend.

Everyone present was shocked again!

The 300 people in Nitian Pavilion actually blocked Yongkang's furious move?Unbelievable, the suzerains all stood up and looked at the people in Nitian Pavilion in horror. No wonder this group of people are so arrogant, it turns out they really have some skills.

Yongkang is a Golden Immortal cultivation base, although he didn't use his full strength, the move under his anger is definitely not weak. There are dozens of people in Nitian Pavilion, but their cultivation base is really bad. Normally, these people should be defeated by Yongkang's one. It is only a trick to fight, and now it seems that although Nitian Pavilion is at a disadvantage, it is still a faint counterbalance, and it is not as embarrassing as imagined.

People frowned, and began to think back to the horrifying scene just now. Nearly 300 people in Nitian Pavilion made their moves almost at the same time, with a tacit understanding, and many of them deliberately cooperated when they made moves, which made the moves of these 300 people even more powerful. Condensed, especially Wang Mu, Duan Yixue, and Ning Ningshuang who flew up from the center, the moves of the three are extremely exquisite, and there is a huge phantom of peach blossoms faintly emerging, while the other five men Yan Kuan also took their moves with their hands. A huge black and red boxing shape is produced, a martial skill that has never been seen before!

Being able to withstand Jinxian's blow with such an overall cultivation base, apart from the intentional cooperation, it is the strength of martial arts, and whether it is intentional cooperation, or all kinds of dazzling and powerful martial arts, it is enough to prove that Nitian Pavilion Not bad background.

Where did this newly established sect obtain such a large and high-quality martial arts technique?
This group of people should not be underestimated!
"Okay, okay," when people were shocked, Yongkang became completely annoyed, killed his own people in his own territory, how dare he fight back?Do you still pay attention to him as the suzerain?Do you still take the Dragon Emperor Domain seriously?

"Today, none of you want to leave alive!" Taking a deep breath, Yongkang gritted his teeth and said, his black face became ferocious, and he shot again himself, and swept towards Wang Muyi and the others.

If you don't kill these people with your own hands, it will be hard to get rid of the hatred in your heart.

The wind blew up again, however, the moment Yongkang rushed out, the Demon Lord on the high platform suddenly disappeared into the void, without a sound, only a trace of black air could prove his existence just now.

"Shuh... roar..."

When there were still more than ten meters away from Wang Mu and the others, Yongkang stared, and a ray of light swept out from his hand. Amidst the sound of splashing waves, an inverted sword shape brought two mad dragons from the void in front of Yongkang. Come rushing.

The shape of the sword, more than ten meters long, is as real as it is, and the light of the sword is majestic. The two dragons behind it are also lifelike, with their teeth and claws open, their faces are ferocious, and they are extremely murderous.

And at the same time, the void in front of Wang Muyi suddenly trembled, and a blood-red crescent moon shot out.

"Zheng..."

With a sharp tremor sound, the entire void trembled.

The blood moon spanning more than ten meters was condensed like a substance, and one could even see the viscous blood on the surface like water, rushing towards the ground in front of it with a terrifying wind.

"Boom... Kachacha..."

The blood moon smashed down on the ground in front of Wang Muyi and the others, and the ground suddenly shattered, but there was no force to sweep Wang Mu's side. The solid blood moon force fell into the ground and rolled towards Yongkang. and go.

A huge wave rose from the gray ground, and the two-meter-high wave swept away, making the sound of the ground bursting continuously, and the sword shape and the two mad dragons that rushed, at the moment of encountering this huge wave, It was shattered, like paper, with no ability to resist, but the huge wave did not stop at all, and rushed towards Yongkang in an instant.

Staring at the huge wave that was approaching in the blink of an eye, Yongkang's old eyes were obviously rounded, and the robes all over his body were blown upside down by the violent wind pressure. Frightened, he instinctively raised his hand and pushed a ball towards the huge wave. palm.

"Boom... poof..."

The palm condensed with spiritual power collided with the huge wave in front of him. Without any suspense, Yongkang's figure was like a stone hitting steel, and was instantly bounced away. The two cuffs were smashed by spiritual power. Splashing, and flying backwards, he also sprayed a blood column in the air.

"Dengdengdeng..."

Flying tens of meters away, Yongkang landed, stomped and crushed a large area of ​​ground, and then stopped.

There was blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, and the topknot on his head had been messed up by the violent spiritual power. His two arms were exposed from the two shattered cuffs. His palms were shaking violently. The criss-crossing bloodstains, together with the bruises, were shocking.

The huge waves that surged on the ground have also fallen, leaving a groove on the ground that is more than ten meters wide and tens of meters long. The earth was just plowed.

"Gudong." Yongkang swallowed his saliva, the fury in his eyes decreased a bit, and there was a trace of extreme humiliation. Looking up, he saw the Demon Lord dressed in black slowly walking out of the void in front of Wang Mu and the others. , black air lingered peacefully around his body, and his eyes, which were blacker than white, still had the expression of cold contempt.

The blood moon that suddenly flew out of the void just now was handwritten by the Demon Lord. With his strength, it was easy to penetrate the void to intercept a golden fairy's attack in an instant.

This is also his random shot, and he didn't intend to kill Yongkang. If he was a little more serious, Yongkang would have been wiped out by now.

"Lord Mozun, you, are you going to openly make an enemy of Hulong Villa?" Yongkang struggled to swallow a mouthful of blood.

The devil's face remained unchanged, and he said indifferently: "You are not qualified to say this to me, my people, I took them away, if you want to settle accounts with me, you'd better invite your Dragon Emperor out, otherwise, Come and die as many as you come."

After speaking, Mozun turned his head and signaled to Wang Mu, and immediately strode towards the door.

Wang Mu and the others rolled their eyes one after another, turned around and followed the Mozun, and raised their middle fingers uniformly as they walked...

(End of this chapter)