Chapter 960: Extinction Strike

There was something happened temporarily, and a buddy came to Shanghai. Zhutou ran out and fooled her with her. After lunch, she was delayed. After drinking some beer for lunch, the pig was so dizzy that she didn't see the WC door sign clearly, so...

Uh, anyway, try to write it as much as possible today. There may be two chapters, three chapters, and five chapters, so let the pig head rest for a day! Uh, I'm really sorry, things were delayed today!

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After glanced at the Taoist in black, Wuqi couldn't help but laugh: Have you paid a lot of money?

The Taoist in black is at the peak of Taiyi's cultivation. Now she is following thirty-six monks and thirty-six Taoists, including six Taiyi immortals, and six monks with Buddha's cultivation. Moreover, these six Taiyi describe the ancients, the six Buddhas have strange appearances, and their eyes are faintly radiant between their eyes. Obviously, they are not ordinary people.

Today, there are only more than a thousand Taiyi-level people in the court and Buddhism, but the black-clothed Taoist who has reached the peak of Taiyi is not among the Buddhist Taiyi known to everyone. The twelve Taiyi-level powers that she is following her now are also unknown in the past, even if the Heavenly Court and Buddhism themselves do not know where they are.

Wuqi nodded secretly. A few days ago, Yanjun Dajiao said a lot of nonsense to Wuqi, including the Seven Buddhas and Nine Dao widely recruited disciples. After all the severe disasters of heaven and earth, the immortals were killed and injured, but the Seven Buddhas and Nine Dao will select a number of true elite-level seed disciples from the disciples, protecting them with great supernatural powers and magical powers, so that they can safely survive the severe disasters of heaven and earth.

Perhaps there are only three or five sects who escaped the catastrophe of death under their protection, but after so many catastrophes of heaven and earth, the Taiyi Golden Immortal and Buddha who have been preserved in this way are not a minority. This is just like the hibernation in the Dayu Secret Hall worship hall. These Taiyi Golden Immortals and Buddhas are also Taoist sects, and the hidden power of Buddhism. I am afraid that there are only seven Buddhas and nine Taos to know how many of them are.

Wuqi looked at the monks and Taoists behind the black-clothed Taoist. It was fine. The monks' skins were faintly bronze. Occasionally, the luster emitted by their teeth was as translucent as white glass. Obviously, they practiced the most difficult and powerful ancient Buddha's martial arts.

Today's Buddhist Buddhas either practice the Dharma body, the power of mind, the power of merit, or the power of supernatural powers. Only the ancient Buddha lineage, they cultivated their body, mind, and power, and the so-called life-cultivation, they used cruel methods to train all the places they could train themselves. Any ancient Buddha with a successful cultivation is more than ten times stronger than the current Buddha who is more than ten times stronger than the realm of the present.

Just like the current Buddha Master Amitabha, if he fought with a Buddha who had reached the peak of Taiyi in his practice of ancient Buddha's martial arts, he might be able to suppress Amitabha with his palm. However, because the power of the ancient Buddha's mind method is so great, the practice is extremely bumpy, and all kinds of demons are endless. If you accidentally die, you will be able to eliminate the disaster. Therefore, few Buddhists now practice ancient Buddha's martial arts, and almost all Buddhist practices have chosen new methods that are convenient, fast and safe.

The six monks who practiced ancient Buddha skills to reach the Buddha's realm, this power was extremely terrifying.

Squinted his eyes, Wuqi watched the Taoist in black lead the monks and Taoists slowly walk out, circle around the coffin of Xinyu Emperor three times, and chant the sutra of rebirth in a low voice. After three times of circles around the hall, the Taoist in black led the monks and Taoists slowly walked out of the funeral hall and stopped in front of the hall door.

Squinted his eyes and glanced at Wuqi. The Taoist in Black looked at the many worshippers standing near the hall. She suddenly asked, "Who are you proficient in alchemy?" The Taoist in Black's voice was hoarse and dry, as if sand was rubbing. It was impossible to hear that she was actually a woman.

Wuqi pretended to be stupid and stared at the Taoist in black, with an expression of "What is the art of alchemy?"

Among the worshipers, a few old Taoists with long beards and fluttering appearance and demeanor were extremely good, and proudly bowed to the Taoist in black. These old Taoists were all famous elders of the Danmen in the outer realm, and their alchemy skills were very good. These old Taoists could not see through the strength of the Taoist in black and the monks and Taoists behind her, and did not know what the Taoist in black was. In short, she asked who could practice alchemy. In order to make a name and compete for the benefits of their own sects, they couldn't wait to stand up.

The Taoist in black smiled coldly, and she shouted softly. Behind her, a shriveled monk with Buddha's cultivation waved his hand, and a lotus light and shadow surged out of his palm. Several old Taoists were sucked in by the shadow, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. The worshipers were shocked. They all took a step forward to argue with the Taoist in black, but an extremely terrifying wave of magic power spread out from the body of the Taoist in black, suppressing the worshipers from moving a finger.

"Can you refine alchemy? OK, OK, OK!" He released Taiyi's power to suppress all the worshipers. The Taoist in black sneered: "Can you refine alchemy, it's great!"

Wuqi suddenly realized that the Taoist in black had already known that he had been tricked by extremely clever drugs, so he caused a ridiculous thing to suck the Xinyu Emperor dry. But for the sake of face, she did not tell the matter to the high priests of Xinyu. It seemed that she was preparing to investigate the assassination of Xinyu Emperor to the end? But Wuqi would not give her a chance.

In the hall, Ji Ge and other black-clad Taoist men left the hall and began to formally preside over the funeral of Xinyu Emperor. He took Xinyu's royal family and civil and military ministers to lie in front of the coffin, crying heart-wrenchingly. Several old ministers with white hair stood beside the coffin of Xinyu Emperor, holding a yellow scroll in hand, trembling and loudly chanting the "great achievements" of Xinyu Emperor. Crying in the hall was everywhere, shouting loudly, and the filial sons and grandchildren used all their strength to show off their memorial to Xinyu Emperor and their longing for Xinyu Emperor.

The black-clothed Taoist's unkind eyes turned around the faces of many silent worshippers. She suddenly saw Wuqi's strange smile. She shouted coldly: "Ya Daojun, why are you laughing at?"

Wuqi 'giggled' and suddenly flew up into the sky, a white fire in his palm spewed out silently, instantly covering the entire Xinyu Palace. Yuanling Zhenyan rolled in the Xinyu Palace with the high temperature of burning everything, with a terrifying aura that exterminated everything. The funeral hall, which was the first to be hit, immediately turned into ashes.

Without giving the Taoist in black and the Taiyi and the Buddha's reaction at all, Yuanling Zhenyan burned more than 10,000 Xinyu clans and tens of thousands of important civil and military officials in the hall to pieces. Tens of thousands of souls flew into the sky, and the strange power surged again, and they were about to escort the souls of these people into the void. However, the surrounding space was burned into nothingness by Yuanling Zhenyan, and a large piece of Yuanling Zhenyan condensed into a forbidden rune in the void, completely imprisoning this world.

In the blink of an eye, the souls were not immediately taken away. The Yuanling Zhenyan attached to the flying souls and turned them into a wisp of blue smoke and drifted away. Then Wuqi's body shook, and his limbs and bones made a crisp sound of shattering. The power that came from a very distant place that was about to suck these souls lost the target to escort, and immediately reversed to Wuqi, almost smashing his powerful body to pieces.

In the darkness, Wuqi seemed to hear the angry voices of several people scolding him.

Wuqi smiled slightly, and he finally understood the reason for this power.

The nine Taoist ancestors actually used some kind of Hongmeng treasure as their main body to sacrifice and refine a strange magic weapon similar to the list of Gods. Under the protection of their magic power, anyone on Pangu Continent will immediately be perceived by the magic weapon. After the active identification of the magic weapon, if the soul of an ordinary mortal will be allowed to enter the cycle of reincarnation, if it is a special soul, it will be sucked by the magic weapon for storage, waiting for the future use of the gods.

But magic weapons are magic weapons after all, and there is always a place to be used. Wuqi used all his magic power to block the void, delaying the insignificant moment of the power of the magic weapon. In such a short time, Yuanling Zhenyan had destroyed the bodies of the members of the royal family and the ministers of civil and military. As soon as their souls flew up, they were immediately injured by Yuanling Zhenyan. They immediately turned into blue smoke and were beaten to death by Wuqi.

"Gaga" smiled strangely, Wuqi twisted his body and turned into a chaotic spiritual energy that disappeared without a trace.

Nine terrifying spiritual consciousnesses blasted down from the void, but suddenly lost the trace of Wuqi's existence. The nine spiritual consciousnesses were unwilling to go around Youxiong City for hundreds of times, and then spread out in circles. In the blink of an eye, they searched the entire Pangu continent. But Wuqi's escape method is so exquisite. With his current cultivation level, it is impossible to fight head-on with the existence of the Hedao Realm. But just hiding his own aura, who can find his existence?

When he hid, his clone in Donghai City was releasing a faint aura. Nine spiritual senses swept past Wuqi's clone and did not pay much attention to Wuqi's clone.

Hiding in the void, Wuqi slowly unfolded his body and rushed towards the East China Sea. He smiled proudly. The nine old Taoists suffered a huge loss and didn't know how they would vent their resentment. Wuqi killed tens of thousands of important chess pieces under their noses in one fell swoop. The senior executives of Xinyu were almost killed. Let them be angry and let them be depressed. Let them see how they played this game.

The most proud thing is that Wuqi found a way to deal with that strange power. After this attempt, Wuqi was 100% sure to kill the person he wanted to kill, but this would take a lot of risks. Perhaps he would be killed by the nine old Taoists once again, and he would be immediately chased by the desperate people. Without the unsuccessful level, Wuqi would never face the strange magic weapon head-on.

He vomited blood in small mouthfuls, and Wuqi gradually absorbed Pangu purple aura and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and slowly recovered the physical trauma.

It was certainly a pleasure to kill the senior management of Xinyu in one fell swoop, but the recoil force of the magic weapon was simply horrifying. Among them, there were a trace of original power of nine old Taoists, and even a trace of original power of seven Buddhas. Wuqi was almost dispersed. His body was extremely powerful, and he used the secret technique in time to remove 90% of the recoil force. I am afraid that he really won't be able to get it today.

He repaired his body and returned to the East China Sea. In a sudden burst of shocking roar, the entire Pangu continent trembled.

That was the roar of Yan Jun Dajiao: "Fuck! I will run to kill a few mortals who are not considered ants? If I did it, I would be your grandson. If I hadn't done it, you were my grandson, if I hadn't done it, you were my grandson, would you dare to make a bet with me?"

Wuqi suddenly burst into laughter. The nine old Taoists were red in their eyes and ran to find trouble for Yan Jun Dajiao and the others?

Then, you really found the wrong person!

Humming a little tune proudly, Wuqi Shishi returned to Donghai City and sat quietly back to the underground spiritual acupoint.
Chapter completed!