Chapter 617: Pushing the Invincible Thunder Method to Suppress Evil
At the same time, the brilliant white frost wheel hanging high in the sky shook violently, bursting out with an unprecedented treasure light, which seemed to be more than three to five times larger. The unstoppable sword energy burst out one after another, and only the remaining glow was densely scattered in all directions. Hundreds of miles down, everywhere.
Just listen to the intensive whistling of swords, like thousands of arrows fired in unison, impervious to wind and rain. As soon as the devil showed his face, he was killed by thousands of arrows and turned into ashes.
In less than half a quarter of an hour, the demon heads flying in the sky changed from dense to sparse, allowing the skylight outside to seep in, making it bright and clear, like the sound of autumn, sweeping away the strangeness just now.
There is not much difference in the nature of the magical power between Zhou Qing's Flying Golden Emperor White Wheel and the phantom flying demon of Zhao Wenming, the great monk of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect. The power of the magical power mainly lies in the intensity of the magic power that controls the magical power.
But now, Zhou Qing continued to increase the intensity of his magic power, but Zhao Wenming began to hesitate and did not keep up. So the two magical powers that were originally at odds decided the winner. The magical power Fei Jin Emperor White Wheel seemed to be getting bigger and stronger. It was as if a huge, frost-white, cold sun had risen in the sky.
Looking from a distance, the Feijin Emperor's white wheel is turning, and the sword light is murderous. It spreads out to dozens of miles. No matter how fast the demon flies away, it is like lightning. When the magic power cannot keep up, it is directly pushed flat by the treasure wheel. .
Dozens of miles away, a curtain of blood unfolded behind Zhao Wenming. He watched the flying demon heads being cut into pieces before they could even dance around under the sword light. The treasure wheel advanced steadily, and a thunderous murderous intention came towards him. , feeling depressed.
Under the control of powerful magic power, the opponent's magical power extends to dozens of miles and continues to expand outward. Under such a situation, not to mention his Dharma body, even his demon can't get close.
When he condensed the Nascent Soul Dharmakaya and was newly promoted to a great monk, his magical powers spread out, which meant that he was the best among his peers. Even if he has been a great monk for more than three hundred years and has been honing his skills day after day, his magical powers cannot be as powerful as this.
The opponent's magic power is too strong and too incredible!
"What to do?"
Zhao Wenming looked at the Feijin Emperor's white wheel that was getting bigger and bigger, his face reflected a frosty white color, and he was filled with coldness. If he didn't change, then the opponent would directly push him past.
If in normal times, he would not have nothing to do when faced with such a powerful force that could defeat all forces. At worst, he could avoid its sharp edge and use the method of wandering. The magical power of the Demon Sect is originally more inclined to strange changes, suitable for wandering and fighting, and appearing and disappearing. But it was different now, he couldn't get out of the way so easily.
On the one hand, when he came this time, someone was watching him. As a veteran great monk, he was beaten away by a new great monk just after meeting him, which made him lose face.
On the other hand, he wanted to block Zhou Qing's way and try to find out Zhou Qing's background as much as possible. If Zhou Qing gives in now and continues to move forward, he won't be able to do it.
This area is a no-nonsense zone. People like him from the Demon Sect can attack without restraint. If we move forward, we will enter Yongxing Continent, which is the traditional power of Xuanmen. When the time comes, having a great cultivator from the Demon Sect like him wandering around may lead to Xuanmen launching an encirclement and suppression campaign, which will bring disaster and disaster.
Taking a deep breath, Zhao Wenming took out a magic weapon like a waist drum from his sleeve, with strange patterns woven up and down, like countless eyes, but they were deeply closed at this time, showing a strangeness.
After taking a look at the Gengjin Qi that continued to expand, the great monk of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect directly threw the strange magic weapon he took out. The next moment, after sensing the inspiration, all the eyes on the waist drum magic weapon suddenly opened. Countless bloody lights shot up and down, dispersing the power of the indestructible Feijin Emperor White Wheel over a large area.
After finding out that the attack was successful, Zhao Wenming looked calm, which was expected.
This waist drum looks like a magic weapon, but in fact it is not a magic weapon, but a magic weapon. It is somewhere between a magic weapon and a magic weapon. He worked hard for decades and used many precious heavenly materials and earthly treasures to refine it. become.
Once this thing comes out, all laws will be destroyed, it is very domineering.
After breaking through the white wheel of the Feijin Emperor, which was pressing down like a mountain, Zhao Wenming shook his dharma body and walked straight into the middle of the palace, directly towards Zhou Qing. The overwhelming blood surged up, polluting everything and covering the sky.
This great monk of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect is also very skilled and courageous. He can do nothing but move. His movements are astonishing, and he unexpectedly catches him off guard. Like a sharp dagger, he inserts it into the deepest part to directly kill Zhou Qing's Dharma Body.
The methods of the Demon Sect are the most bizarre. Once a great monk from the Demon Sect is bullied and manipulated, the consequences will be unimaginable.
But soon, Zhao Wenming, a great monk of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, was surprised, because after breaking through the magical power of Feijin Emperor Bailun, he came inside and saw the mighty magic power surging in front of him, in circles, Layer by layer, Zhou Qing was protected in the center.
"You,"
Zhao Wenming looked at Zhou Qing who was behind layers of curtains, and his expression changed completely. He thought that the other party had tried his best to compete with him in terms of mana and magical power, but he never expected that the other party was actually fighting with him while also laying a trap. A magic barrier to protect yourself?
This kind of fighting method, both offensive and defensive, is indeed foolproof, but only those in the game know that it is not that they don't want to do it, but that they really can't do it. After all, the two of them had already raised their magic power to an extremely high level in their fight just now. How could they still have the energy to set up a magic barrier?
How powerful must Zhou Qing's magic power be so that he can be so comprehensive?
Zhou Qing smiled slightly when he saw the opponent coming out of the blue and approaching the close circle. The clouds above his head turned, and an astonishing aura of destruction was inspired. Then clouds hung in the sky, and thunder shook the sky. Thousands of thunder and lightning burst out, each one They are all dazzlingly white and unstoppable, covering dozens of miles in radius.
Such a thunderous thunder was overwhelming, and the destructive power squeezed every inch of space. From a distance, the entire heaven and earth seemed to be folding, and frightening electric light emerged from the gaps. "Leifa!"
Sensing the breath of Gengjin Qi contained in the thunder that filled the sky, Zhao Wenming looked serious. Demon sect monks like him hated the divine channel technique the most. If the thunder method ranked second, he would not dare to do any other Taoist magical power. Ranked first.
Moreover, the Gang Lei in front of him was fast and dense, blocking all sides. It was clear that the opponent had already accumulated strength, and when he broke through to the front, he immediately launched it, making it impossible for people to retreat even if they wanted to, so they had to use all means to resist.
Thinking of this, a gloom appeared on Zhao Wenming's face. As a great monk of the Demon Sect, such a thunder method would definitely not pose a fatal threat to him, but it would inevitably expose the magical powers and magic weapons he possessed, which was still unpleasant.
As his thoughts turned, a streak of colorful energy emerged from his Dharma body. Its colors were seven-colored and flowed erratically. It naturally turned into a canopy and was propped up high. Countless twisted faces appeared on it, opening their mouths to swallow the thunder. .
As soon as Gang Lei arrived, before he could touch him, he was swallowed by the ghostly face on the canopy and disappeared.
In an instant, the ghost face swelled, looking more twisted and terrifying.
"Swallowing Thunder?"
Looking at it, Zhou Qing's eyes were cold. The other party's magical power was weird, but it was impossible to swallow his own Gengjin Divine Thunder without any damage. At most, it could only be temporarily accommodated and weakened.
With this judgment, he roared, and the Gangyun turned again, and the magic power poured out, and continued to turn into endless golden thunder, hitting Zhao Wenming continuously.
This overwhelming thunder spread everywhere, and the aura of destruction was rising steadily.
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Zhou Qing's attainments in thunder magic are already extraordinary, and he has powerful magical power to control them. His power is far greater than that of ordinary new great monks.
This effort is truly earth-shattering!
Zhao Wenming resisted for a while and found something was wrong. The Jin Xing Gang Thunder fired by the opponent seemed to have no end. If this continued, he really couldn't hold on.
Look at the distorted faces on the canopy above his head. Even because they have swallowed too much Jin Xinggang Lei, the surface is filled with circles of bright white, filling the air with a sinister atmosphere.
It won't be long before the face can't bear it and it will explode.
Through the heavy thunder, Zhao Wenming looked at Zhou Qing, who was hidden behind, standing in the cloud light like the Lord of Thunder, his thoughts kept spinning.
The opponent's magic power is too powerful, and any magical power exerted in the opponent's hands is stronger than that of ordinary monks, not to mention such a first-class thunder magic power, which is even more unstoppable.
If this continues, I am afraid that I will have no choice but to leave in despair.
Zhao Wenming's eyes flickered several times, but he still made a decision. He continued to use his skills. Black threads that were invisible to the naked eye emerged from his ears, nose, and mouth. The face on the canopy of the top door became more and more distorted. He actually suppressed the lightning that was about to seep out again. .
As time went by, more and more black threads appeared in his mouth, nose and ears. In the end, they almost turned into a twisted ghost face in mid-air. The great monk of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect suddenly shouted. , all the faces on the top door canopy suddenly exploded, and then gathered into a sharp spear, piercing Zhou Qing.
This time, it was really lightning fast, incredibly fast, and it had faintly surpassed the perception of the three major monk levels of Nascent Soul. By the time the monk noticed, he was already in front of him.
In addition, this spear not only contains the power of his blood demon, but also a part of the power of the golden thunder that was swallowed up just now. The two merge together, like bloody thunder.
After delivering this blow, Zhao Wenming's complexion suddenly turned pale, and he looked as if his vitality had been damaged.
The attack just now was one of his trump cards, which was to use the twisted ghost face to swallow up external attacks. After it had absorbed enough, it would then rebound and knock back all the swallowed and accommodated attacks, making it unstoppable.
The more this magical power devours and accommodates, the stronger the rebound will be. However, if the limit of swallowing capacity is exceeded, the monk's own Dharma body must be used to resist the backlash.
Zhao Wenming considered that the opponent on the other side was too strong, so this time he did not hesitate to consume the vitality of the dharma body, and also let this magical power swallow up enough Gang Lei to make the rebound power reach the upper limit of his control.
Such a blow may not be as powerful as a full-force blow that can kill a real weapon, but it is more powerful and unpredictable. By the time the opponent reacts, the magical power has already arrived.
(End of chapter)