Chapter 122 Master Xie, cut her in the middle

Chapter 122 Master Xie, cut her in the middle

That is the real person who has almost survived the fifth level of thunder tribulation.

Xie Que calculated based on the five-level thunder tribulation monster he had eaten in his previous life, it was roughly equivalent to the power of five hundred continents.

However, the big demon's body is huge and cannot be compared to humans.

But it should be at least three hundred continents strong.

In other words, without this ignorant soul lock diagram, the opponent's strength would be at least ten times his own.

However, it cannot be calculated so simply.

The amount of qi and blood is only the minimum base for a warrior's combat power.

Killing the Whale Qiankun Dao can triple your strength, and then the Whale Hong Jue can triple your strength again.

Now I have thirty continents of energy and blood, and after six times that, I will be able to reach one hundred and eighty continents of strength.

After that, Kuanglang Qianjie became more and more courageous, and the final increase reached about 1.5 times.

That means they have reached 240 land forces.

In addition, the old guy opposite me must be older than me, so I added that "boxing is afraid of young people".

Two hundred and sixty-four continents of power!

As well as the final limit-breaking form, it should be no problem to win it.

Not to mention that I still have the blessings of the Mountains and Rivers Society Map and the Samantabhadra Seal.

However, this is also a calculation of basic power. Fang Ding also has similar means to increase the mana of Yinshen.

But at this time, doesn’t it mean that mana cannot be used?

Xie Que asked again: "Under this Mingwang Soul Lock Diagram, how much strength can you exert, Sir?"

Nan Guang recognized Xie Que's face and looked at it quietly from the other side of the river, his expression actually becoming a little complicated.

"My nephew has just broken the shackles of martial arts. Has he been bribed by King Yan?"

Seeing that he and Yan Hui were talking and laughing, Nanguang guessed that Xie Que's status under King Yan was not low.

But what the heck, he's just wearing the lowest status armor of ten men.

A mist rose from Nanguang's mind.

He thought of Xie Que's terrifying strength, being able to break his own Mahakala Dharma Body as the Second Leaf Spirit Guard with just one move.

A wry smile couldn't help but appear on Nan Guang's face.

With Xie Que’s strength,

Under this Mingwang Soul Lock Diagram, one person may be able to kill one hundred thousand Daoist Daoists without any problem.

It's as easy as killing chickens and ducks.

After all, when the magic power of the Yin God was not showing, Nan Guang thought to himself that after losing the power of this body of energy and blood, he was not even as good as the first martial arts master.

Yan Hui's tone became a little vague: "I...I..."

For a moment, his mind got rid of the influence of facial makeup, and his tone became sharp: "Who are you?"

The energy and blood around his body turned into a three-edged steel fork like a yaksha, and it stabbed straight at Xie Que.

Are you playing with my blood? Did you know that I am the ancestor who plays with Qi and blood?

With a thought, the steel fork disappeared out of thin air under the cross-cutting Gang Qi.

Not only that, all the real people present began to scream in fear.

They have already discovered that the energy and blood power in their bodies has completely disappeared, making them no different from those real people on the other side.

These real people from King Yan's side began to communicate frantically with the stones in their hands, hoping to regain their energy and blood power, but to no avail.

Xie Que's hard and thick Gang Qi lay in it, so that all the Qi and blood could only belong to the warriors themselves.

When the real people on the other side saw this, a hint of hope instantly appeared on their faces.

Is this civil strife under King Yan?

Yan Hui also turned pale instantly, but he was hidden under the Vajra mask.

She remained calm on the surface, using her soul to communicate with the Ming King Soul Lock Diagram in her body.

A huge Yaksha phantom suddenly appeared and climbed onto Xie Que's head.

Xie Que's qi and blood were like mercury, and he actually ignited an invisible fire, annihilating the phantom of Yaksha in an instant.

Seeing this, Yan Hui also started to recite obscure words.

Next to her, the Zen monk who had turned into black skin actually opened his arms and let out a strange roar.

He waved his palms, dust and sand flew up, and powerful magic power overflowed from his body, as if he was not affected by the "Ming King Soul Lock" at all.

Yan Hui's tone was as if he were strolling in a courtyard: "This Book of Night Carmel and the Soul Lock of King Ming come from the same source. When I was trying to refine it, I killed countless of my fellow disciples."

Although Yan Hui's tone was calm, murderous intent was rising in it.

"It feels really wonderful to dig out their souls and smelt them with your own hands..."

But before he could finish his words, the monk was completely torn into two pieces by Xie Que, and even his soul was extinguished in the blood.

"If that's all it takes, then it's over."

As he spoke, Xie Que's figure rose to nearly four meters.

After having my bones shrunk for a long time, I am not used to maintaining my original shape.

He twisted his neck, and the joints made a crackling sound.

The Whale Flood Jue and Wild Wave Qianjie began to be activated together at the highest power.

The look on Yan Hui's mask gradually turned cold, but he didn't expect that there was something going on here.

There is someone whose physical strength can be so strong. Could it be that he has cultivated some kind of Dharma body?

In Yan Hui's unbelievable look, Xie Que pushed his palm forward, as if it had the potential to destroy a mountain.

It was like a huge fish tail, slapping hard at him.

With this palm, the overbearing and unruly person will be killed immediately!

Before the palm could reach Yan Hui, the air wave had already pushed out several Taoist practitioners not far away from him, including people and horses.

Yan Hui immediately flew out, carrying an unparalleled terrifying aura, which knocked the Xuanjia army behind him into a mess of rocks and shattered clouds, shattering the morale of the army.

Many real people on the other side of the river were also stunned, as if they had seen a savior.

Yan Hui quickly got up from the ground, but his huge palm was extremely powerful.

But as a Five-Leaf Spirit Guard, he is not so easy to kill.

She was a little confused.

If he could unlock the soul lock of King Ming in his body, killing this person would be like killing a dog.

But those real people on the other side were not something she could suppress by herself.

In the blink of an eye, a terrifying and huge Yaksha that was almost physical appeared on Yan Hui who was in the formation of the Xuanjia Army.

The Yaksha actually used the fork of his halberd to string together more than a dozen black armor warriors and put them into his mouth.

It was crunchy and there was even blood dripping to the ground.

The morale of the Xuanjia Army instantly collapsed and they began to flee in all directions.

The Yaksha jumped out, and Yan Hui shouted sharply: "Whoever escapes first, I will kill first!"

Not only the Xuanjia Army, but even the real people under King Yan felt scared.

The next moment, under the horrified gaze of Master Qianxuan, Yasha actually picked it up with one hand and put it into his mouth.

"Yan Hui, do you know that I am His Highness's confidant? His Highness will definitely not be able to forgive you for doing this!"

Yasha opened his mouth and swallowed it in one mouthful.

Yan Hui exhaled a breath and stood up straight again as if his injury had healed.

Many real people also felt extremely frightened.

Are all these secret methods so terrifying?

Even on the other side of the river, the monks quickly began to keep their distance from the secret sect members.

He was afraid that a yaksha would suddenly appear on him and eat him alive.

Yun Guang looked at his junior brother, as if he was very familiar with the strong man dressed in the Xuanjia Army, and asked: "Junior Brother Nan, who is that person?"

Although he is the contemporary senior brother of the secret sect, he spends his days practicing hard and making offerings to the gods, just for the sake of having a chance of becoming that holy traveler.

Almost completely indifferent to foreign affairs.

If it weren't for the royal family and Shuiyue Chanyuan who ordered each sect and each sect to send a certain amount of manpower, Yun Guang would not have left the seclusion.

Nan Guang spoke slowly: "His name is Xie Que, and he is a member of my Demon Suppression Division."

Yun Guang took a breath: "Since when has there been such a strong person in the Demon Suppressing Division? He can actually suppress the master of the Ming King Soul Lock Diagram."

Nan Guang shook his head. He also had a great lack of understanding of Xie Que's strength.

But he knew that his nephew must have surpassed him.

He spoke slowly and lowered his voice to a very low level: "He is a warrior, a warrior who broke the shackles of the three realms!"

Yun Guang's heart was filled with thousands of waves of shock. He was a martial arts master who worshiped God.

Moreover, his martial arts talent is not low, and he knows how difficult it is to break the shackles of martial arts.

He couldn't help but wonder: "Which martial arts master can train such a disciple..."

Yan Hui laughed, raised the black-gold steel fork, jumped forward, and said to Xie Que, "Come again!"

Seeing his cannibalistic face, Xie Que's disgust reached the extreme level. He no longer considered himself a human being, so he didn't even try to eat people.

Are you still a human being?

A palm as big as a futon slapped the steel fork, and the strong aura it carried instantly knocked it away.

Yan Hui, who was originally full of confidence, finally started to panic when he saw the weapon fall off his hand.

Xie Que took advantage of this and pursued him, attacking quickly with his fists and palms, hitting the flesh. The heavy energy and blood continued to corrode Yan Hui's body, trying to find the Ming King's soul lock map in his body.

Although Yan Hui was being beaten passively, he raised his head and smiled ferociously: "You go ahead and hit me. Under the effect of King Ming's Soul Lock Diagram, any damage I suffer will be taken by others in the field on my behalf."

Xie Que stopped and looked up.

Among the monks on the other side of the river, one suddenly fell to the ground, with blood still flowing from the corner of his mouth.

There was a surly look in Xie Que's eyes, and when he mentioned Yan Hui's figure, he moved towards the distance.

He threw it into the water and pressed it down hard, trying to force it out of the water.

"It's useless! I've linked these people to me with soul locks. Now, as long as they don't die! I will be immortal!"

Yan Hui laughed even more crazily.

This strange and eroded magic weapon actually made everyone feel horrified.

Xie Que started to become a little irritable, even though he was already able to dominate the opponent in terms of strength.

But this was the first time I had seen someone so difficult.

No wonder Dahei said that these monks in Dacai are much better than those in Qiongyuhai.

This Wuming Soul Lock Diagram alone can almost make a person invincible in the field.

At this moment, Yun Guang suddenly spoke:

"Thank you, Master, try to cut her in the middle!"

"That Ignorance Soul Lock Diagram should have been refined in his heart!"