I Copy Under One Punch

  Chapter 168 Attack and Destruction

   "Zhenyi, do you know why a family will become rotten in the end?"

   At a height of nearly a thousand meters above the ground, Aomori and Zhenyi floated steadily in the void as if they were walking on the ground, overlooking the complex of buildings below.

   "Is it the human heart? Their hearts have been corroded by something." Zhenyi's face was much calmer than before, but there was still a lot of complexity in his eyes.

   "Yes, but not quite right." Aomori said eloquently, "I prefer to attribute the reason to the narrowing of their vision."

"After the establishment of the family, at the beginning people kept looking forward, expanding outwards, and constantly wanting to grow. But after the family has become such a large scale, newborns will only see the sky in the family. Don't know what the outside world is like, and don't care, because they will be fine.

"Maybe when they are young, they will yearn for the outside world, but they will be bound by rules and discouraged by the elderly. When they learn to grow up there, get married and have children, until they are old, they will become new staunch advocates of existing rules. Living here for decades is enough to create a deep-rooted concept. They live and die for the family, and the family is everything. In this case, some behaviors that seem absurd to the outside world are not difficult to understand .”

   "This is a cage." Zhenyi understood a long time ago, she envied her sister's courage to break the cage, because she couldn't do it herself.

   "Yeah, a cage where people inside don't want to come out and people outside don't want to go in." Aomori smiled and said, "Zhenyi, mind if I say hello to your family members first?"

   Zhenyi shook her head.

   "Very well, for your sake, then I will use a more friendly way."

  Aomori raised his right arm, spread out his palm, and the energy of the light system gathered wildly. Two seconds later, a large light ball with a diameter of more than ten meters appeared above his palm.

  The brightness of this big ball of light overwhelmed the big orange fireball in the sky, and it illuminated the sky white, and was immediately spotted by the people below.

"What's this?"

   Some people didn't know what happened, and some people who knew the goods sensed the huge magic power contained in the big ball of light.

   "Not good, enemy attack!"

  Alarm bells and screams came and went.

   "What should I call this move? 'God said let there be light'? It's a bit vulgar, or just call it." The following was a mess, and Aomori was still thinking about the name of the move.

   "Great Mercy Gatling Holy Light Shines!"

   Countless small light spheres the size of ping-pong **** sprayed out from the big light sphere, and poured out to the groups of ancient buildings below like the bullets of a Gatling machine gun.

  The Patriarch of the Chanyuan family, the Zhipiren of the Zenyuan who has the title of the strongest first-class magician, is over 70 years old this year, and he is an old man with a big back comb and two beards.

I usually love to drink, and I often hold a small wine jar. I had a full meal last night. I was sleeping soundly. After being awakened by a powerful wave of mantra, I came out of the house and saw the light hitting him like a meteor shower. Qiu Yu's eyes were about to burst, and he froze in place.

  Because he couldn't do anything about it, he only had time to stretch out his **** and cursed half a sentence: "I am him."

  Boom boom boom.

  The sound of explosions was endless, and the ground was washed away by light and rain. Pieces of houses collapsed, stirring up dust all over the sky.

   In less than a minute, the big light sphere was exhausted, and the Holy Light Gatling turned off.

  You call that friendly? Looking at this scene, Zhenyi couldn't believe her eyes.

   "Is this the end?" With a flick of a finger, the Chanyuan family was wiped out, and Zhenyi felt empty in his heart, always feeling unrealistic.

  Compared to the demise of the family, Aomori's strength really shocked her.

  ‘Sister, don’t come here. ’ She regretted leaving a clue.

   "Of course not." Aomori replied, "I said this is a relatively friendly way. It looks like a huge momentum, but in fact it has limited lethality."

  The large light sphere is deliberately divided into small light spheres, which not only reduces the lethality, but also facilitates manipulation. Most of them are aimed at buildings such as houses, and the ordinary people below will lose their combat effectiveness at most under the impact.

   "After saying hello, let's go visit the master."

   Aomori took Zhenyi and fell directly in front of the Zenyuan Zhibiren who was not hurt.

   "Zhenyi? And the curse spirit?"

  Looking at Mana Ling, who looks exactly like a human being, and Zhenyi beside him, people's eyelids twitched.

He was suddenly attacked early in the morning, and he was full of anger, but he was not a reckless person, and he rushed up to fight as soon as he met him. Apart from the reason that Zhenyi was beside the curse spirit, the attack just now was also a big one. For deterrence, it is better not to act rashly before the family elite arrives.

   As for asking Wujo Satoru for help?

  Sorry, this is the provocation of the curse spirit to the Zenyuan family. If you don’t rely on your own strength to exorcise it, but ask outsiders for help, the Zenyuan family will lose face. How can you mess around in the magic circle in the future?

   Unless it is really time for the family to live and die.

  'It shouldn't be so, the large-scale attack just now looks strong, but that's it, gather everyone's strength, there is a high probability of winning! '

  The Zhipi people of the Chanyuan felt that they had to procrastinate for a while, so they asked Zhenyi, "What's going on? Zhenyi, why did you stay with the curse spirit?"

"I" Zhenyi doesn't know how to answer. Cooperating with the curse spirit is destined to be tolerated by human beings. Although she is already mentally prepared, or she can push all the crimes to Aomori, but when the words come to her lips, she doesn't say anything. Not exported.

"Because your Zenyuan family is very famous, so I came to meet you on a whim. I happened to meet this little girl from the Zenyuan family on the way, so I asked her to lead the way." Aomori said honestly, " It’s a pity that now it seems that the name is not worthy of the name.”

   Zhenyi suddenly looked at Aomori, feeling very complicated: ‘Is he speaking for me? Why? '

  Growing up in a Buddhist monastery, all she received was the education of human beings opposing curse spirits and how to exorcise curse spirits. How could she believe in Aomori so easily? I have always been wary of him in my heart, and brought him here to a large extent because I want him and the Zenyuan family to suffer.

But

  Looking at Aomori's pretty profile, Zhenyi sighed secretly, why are you a curse spirit?

"Is there a highly intelligent mantra that can speak fluently?" The Chanyuan family has passed it down for many years, and naturally they have encountered many such special mantras, so the Zenyuan Zhibi people were not surprised. He stared at Aomori, and when he was about to speak, he was caught by another One got ahead.

   "Zhenyi, are you the one who brought the curse spirit to our Chanyuan home?"

   After a delay, almost all the other conjurers from the Chanyuan family surrounded them. Ordinary people who were lucky enough not to be injured were called to rescue others. They couldn't deal with the conjuration spirits.

   It was Zhenyi's father who was speaking, Zenyuan Fan, who was also the younger brother of the head of the Zenyuan Zhipiren.

Wearing a kimono, with a high bun and wrinkled face, he looked at Zhenyi with a disgusted expression, and said mercilessly: "Zhenyi, you and your sister are not only a disgrace to the family, but now you want to harm the family. Is it? I should have sent you to humane destruction in the first place!"

  These words not only reminded Zhenyi of those scenes, and made him furious, but also made the Zhipi people of the Chanyuan frown: "Shan, put the matter of Zhenyi in the back, let's deal with the enemies first."

   "Yes, Uncle." A handsome man with dyed blond hair and earrings also said, he is the son of Zenyuan Zhibi, the leader of the "Bing" organization, Zenyuan Naozai.

  Usually likes to talk irritatingly, even the uncle can't stop his poisonous tongue: "It depends on the occasion to train your daughter. There are so many people waiting for the fight to start. Aren't you ruining the atmosphere?"

  Chanyuan Fan lowered his eyes, glanced sideways at Zenyuan Naoya, who had an awkward expression on his face, took a half step back, and said, "Yes, brother."

   This interruption stabilized Zhenyi's mood, she glanced at Aomori, lowered her head and did not speak.

After settling this little dispute, the Zenyuan Zhibiren looked at Aomori and smiled: "In so many years, this is the first time that the curse spirit came to the door specially. Since you are here, don't leave. I want to see our Zenyuan family's spells. I will trade your life for it!"

"It seems that the friendship between you and Wujo Wu is not very good." Now that he doesn't know his information, Aomori smiled mockingly: "If you want to kill the gods, I hope you can show some real skills, otherwise the Chanyuan family may be expelled today gone."

   "God? Our Chanyuan family has killed many gods." Many curse spirits were born because people worshiped them as gods. Zenyuan Naoya thought that Aomori was such a curse spirit, so he habitually complained.

  Because of his identity and strength, few people dared to really hate him because of his venomous tongue in the past, so he has lived well so far, but he didn't expect to meet someone who didn't care about his identity and strength this time.

  Boom!

  A black lightning flashed across, and Aomori punched Zenyuan Naoya directly in the face, knocking him into the air, spinning in the air for an unknown number of times, and crashing into his father's bedroom.

   "Don't compare me with other scum." Aomori blew his fist.

   "Black flash?!" Everyone present was shocked.

  Zenyuan Zhipiren withdrew his half-stretched hand. He was the only one on the field who reacted, but Aomori's speed was too fast to rescue his son in time.

   "Xiaohei, go and see if Naoya is dead. Shan, Shinichi, let's go, and the rest of us will form a team to help each other. The enemy is strong, so don't be careless!"

"yes!"

  In order to restrain Aomori, Zenyuan Naobi rushed up first, and the two immediately fought together.

  He deserves to be honored as the "fastest man" second only to Gojo Satoru, his body speed is not much slower than Aomori's, and even ordinary special magic spirits will be suppressed by his speed.

   But Aomori is not an ordinary super magic spirit. He not only has speed, but also has close-to-hand combat skills comparable to that of a great master. He is not something the old man who is directly connected to the Zen Academy can touch porcelain.

   After several rounds of fighting, Zenyuan Zhipiren not only never touched Aomori's clothes, but was also punched several times by him. He felt very uncomfortable. It was the first time he met such a difficult opponent.

  The two Zenyuan masters named by Zenyuan Zhibi, Zenyuan Fan and Zenyuan Jinichi also joined the battle group, but the situation did not improve, but worsened.

"My spell is called projection spell. When I use it, the moving objects in my sight will slow down, split into 24 frames per second, and track a set of motion trajectories. When used on myself, each frame can be accelerated, That's why I'm fast."

  The Zenyuan Zhipiren used the technique to disclose, and the speed was once again faster.

  At the same time, Aomori suddenly felt his body being pulled by something, his body froze, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a person hiding in the formation spitting blood.

   "Tai Lan did a great job!" The three people who had been waiting for a long time did not waste this opportunity, and all used their own spells.

Zenyuan Zhibi directly patted Aomori's body with his palm. His [Projection Spell] also has another effect. The enemy he touches must act at a state of 24 frames per second, otherwise it will be frozen for one second like a photo. , he used this trick to limit Aomori's future actions.

  Zenyuan Shan holds a Taidao, the flames are burning around the blade and body, and cuts towards Aomori's head: "Spell Liberation·Scared Eyebrows!"

  Zenyuanjin swung dozens of punches in an instant, which were magnified into house-sized shadows by his technique, and all of them landed on Aomori's location.

  The rest of the conjurers were not idle either, they showed their housekeeping skills one after another, exerted all their strength, and performed as much as possible in front of the Patriarch.

   It's just that except for an old man's soil control technique, which is a bit interesting, most of them are not very powerful.

  A barrage of attacks landed on where Aomori stood, kicking up tons of smoke.

   "Is it dead?" Everyone looked nervously.

   Zhenyi clenched her fists, she didn't think Aomori would die so easily.

  The smoke and dust finally dissipated, and Aomori stood on the spot intact except for the more torn sportswear on his body.

   "Is that all? Is that all you do? I'm really disappointed in you." Aomori's voice hit everyone's heart like a hammer.

"How can it be?"

   "This Monster"

  The heart of Zhipi people in the Chanyuan is also full of remorse. Is it too late to call Gojo Satoru now?

   Naturally, it was too late. According to the usual practice, Aomori's round was next.

   "Since you have used up all your moves, it's my turn." Aomori floated up, flew into the air, and spread his hands, "Do you know what it looks like when the sky is angry?"

  His voice resounded through the entire Chanyuan family.

   "The wind is coming!" A strong wind appeared out of nowhere, and the sand blown up attracted everyone's eyes.

   "It's raining!" The originally blue sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and the raindrops fell on the ground.

   "Control the weather, do what you say?" Many people were dumbfounded.

   "Thunder comes!"

   Silver snakes danced in the dark clouds, a thunderbolt struck, and the tallest tree became a torch.

  The people who are directly adjacent to the Buddhist monastery were ashamed of their hearts, and quickly shouted: "Everyone, escape to the basement!"

  In mid-air, Aomori's eyes were filled with purple, and he began to chant:

   "How many floors should I carry a bag of rice, which floor should I carry a bag of rice, how much should I pay for a bag of rice, and I should wash a bag of rice."

   "From now on, let the world feel the pain! God's Proclamation·Thunder will destroy the world!"

   With a clap of both hands, dozens of thunderbolts fell from the sky.

  Buildings, trees, and soil are shattered inch by inch and turned into nothingness.

  The entire Chanyuan home became a thundering purgatory.

   Thanks to the book friend "Please enter your name" for the reward and monthly ticket, and to the book friend "Aha, I think you can win this round" for the monthly ticket, thank you very much!

  (end of this chapter)