Chapter 88 Weakness
Ao Bing waited beside the village, watching the immortals arriving one after another on the wind.
In this way, when the moon reached its zenith, the traces of the escaping light and the rippling vitality of the heaven and earth brought out by the immortals finally calmed down completely.
The mortal next to Ao Bing was kneeling down facing the village. His eyes were red and his face was full of tears. He wanted to cry, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out.
Because Ao Bing had already used magic power to seal this man up, so that he would not be able to control himself after seeing the 'truth' in the village and make any noise that would disturb his own affairs.
"It seems that these are the only ones left." After a moment, Ao Bing got up after seeing that the world was still extremely peaceful and there were no other immortals here.
He weighed the Qiankun Circle in his hand, then poured his energy, blood and mana into it and threw it fiercely.
The unspeakable frustration that had been weighing on his heart since Chentangguan seemed to be completely vented after this sudden moment.
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The three Xuanxian were still talking at this time. Zhu Ke was thinking hard about what went wrong. When a circle of red flames came with the force of thunder, Blast down directly.
Before the three Xuanxian could recover, the circle had already hit Yang Di directly on the head.
After the sound of "Bang!", Yang Di's head exploded.
Even for immortals and gods, the existence of the head is a top priority - the so-called leader of the six Yangs.
Throughout the ages, looking at the countless immortals and gods, who can still fight without dying even after their heads have been chopped off, which one is not famous and famous throughout the ages?
If these immortals in front of Ao Bing had such ability, they would not be unable to enter the gate of heaven.
Even though Yang Di was a Xuanxian and had been practicing for many years, this sudden piece of killing spirit treasure fell down and smashed his head into pieces. He also lost his life on the spot.
"Nezha!"
"No, it's Ao Bing!" At this time, the immortals present instinctively exclaimed before coming back to their senses.
Nezha is dead, only his soul is left, and he cannot control the spiritual treasure of this universe circle at all.
Now, it is Ao Bing who controls the Lingbao to kill!
"Zhu Ke, this is what you said. Is there nothing unusual about Ao Bing staying in the Demon King Station?"
"Is this how your people stare at him?" Feng Ming thought. Violent vibrations, and even the mana in his body was a little unstable - he came all the way, and after landing, several Xuanxian were too close to each other, making it difficult for them to exchange their energy, so that even now, he still has no mana. He has never recovered. It can be said that this is when he is at his weakest.
Not only him, but also the other immortals next to him.
However, Ao Bing took advantage of this moment to kill in front of them.
It was such a coincidence, such a way of waiting for work.
It was such a coincidence that it even made people suspect that one of them had colluded with Ao Bing.
“You, the bastard son of a turtle, actually had the nerve to ask us what was going on, but you never thought that there was something wrong with you.”
“Or, you Betrayed everyone?" At this time, Feng Ming didn't care whether he would be affected by other people when he was swallowing. Even though he was swallowing the vitality of the world around him, he wanted to restore his own mana as much as possible. Possibly, restore one's own strength.
The immortals and gods beside them did not care to respond to Feng Ming's call. One by one, they turned into light and wanted to escape.
Because after killing Yang Di, the Qiankun Circle not only did not take it back, but continued to fly among the gods and gods with incomparable residual power.
However, how can the escaping light of these gods and gods compare to the speed of the flying spiritual treasure of the Qiankun Circle?
The tyrannical and domineering power fell on the bodies of the immortals and gods. Even if they activated the magic to protect themselves in time, it had no effect in the face of spiritual treasures like the Qiankun Circle.
Every time the Qiankun Circle fell, the terrifying power of the shock fell directly into the bodies of the immortal gods through their magic power.
Those who are unlucky will have their heads smashed on the spot, or their internal organs crushed, and they will die immediately.
Those who were luckier also had their internal organs torn apart, and when they used their magic power, they felt heart-rending pain all over their bodies.
"You immortals gathered here to slaughter mortals as blood sacrifices."
"They are all guilty of death!" Ao Bing's figure emerged from the rain curtain. It stands in the middle of the rain curtain, and the wind and rain naturally coincide with it.
When Ao Bing walked forward slowly, the rhythm of the rain seemed to cater to Ao Bing's footsteps, sometimes getting bigger and sometimes smaller.
——This rain is naturally not ordinary rain, but caused by Ao Bing's method of praying for rain.
The two Xuanxian who were still alive couldn't help feeling frightened when they saw this scene, and couldn't help but take a step back.
"Even if we are guilty, what does it have to do with the God?"
"If I remember correctly, the God himself said that the executioner has the responsibility of judging death, but No right to judge." Zhu Ke said solemnly, swallowing the surrounding vitality into his belly with a more violent gesture, turning it into solid magic power.
“So, I am not here as a torture officer.” Ao Bing raised his hand, and the circle of heaven and earth flying vertically and horizontally fell directly on his wrist.
“You who enjoy blood sacrifices and torture and kill mortals are either evil immortals or heretics.”
"As the righteous god of heaven, it would be fine if I have never seen you. But now, everyone has gained the stolen goods, how can I sit back and ignore it?"
Ao Bing clasped his hands together under the rain curtain.
These immortals thought that the fighting had just begun at this time, but in fact, when Ao Bing appeared, the killing had already reached its conclusion.
——This rain was originally caused by Ao Bing.
This is already his most usual method.
The method of praying for rain is used as the starting point, and the moving clouds and rain are used as the midfield.
Then, flowers are produced by thought.
Following this, there is the art of condensing water into shape and cutting wood into weapons, completely mobilizing the magic power of the enemies in front of them, allowing them to unconsciously swallow more vitality of heaven and earth and absorb more energy of growth. gas.
During this time, there was another change of forbidden water, which made the magic power in the bodies of the gods shaken and it was difficult to escape.
And in the end, it is the transformation and ending of this technique of thought and flowering.
——As a force with Xuanxian as its core, these enemies in front of them are obviously on a completely different level from the Xiyue Shenjun and his group.
Without the weather and the right location, even their own strength is far inferior to the Xiyue Divine Lord and the others.
Therefore, when Ao Bing put his hands together, the outcome of this ‘fight’ was already settled.
As Ao Bing closed his hands, the Mu Yuan Qi that they took the initiative to swallow into their bellies triggered the second stage of changes under Ao Bing's control, bringing the immortals into their bodies. The balance was completely broken, and their mana was completely thrown into chaos.
Immediately, the wooden swords and grass swords condensed by the energy of Mu Yuan penetrated from the bodies of these immortals and 'planted' them in the ruins.
The dormant vitality under the ruins also fully emerged at this moment.
Countless seeds took root and sprouted at this moment, scrambling to grow upward.
Countless branches and leaves are entangled in the bodies of those immortal gods who are still alive, devouring the vitality in them.
These immortals who were still aloof before now all fell into the mud. They looked at the mortals around them who had not been affected. Each one of them had some prayers in their eyes - they I pray that these mortals can give them a happy life.
In another moment, these gods and gods couldn't even send out their gazes - branches and leaves of plants came out of their eyes.
At this time, the mortals who had regained their freedom knelt down in front of Ao Bing.
The same is true for the young man with the torch.
"Thank you, God, for surviving and taking revenge." The other mortals kowtowed in front of Ao Bing.
And when the last mortal wanted to speak, he found that he could not say anything.
(End of this chapter)