Chapter 442: How Heaven's Fate Can Defeat Divine Power (Part 3)

Chapter 442: How Heaven's Fate Can Defeat Divine Power (Part 3)

After hearing Zhuo Yiping's words, the martial saints under his command were stunned for a moment, and the leader asked: "My lord, do you recognize him? Is he the Yijie Yangshen Zhenren?" They were so afraid of the real person in the Minghuang Chariot that they finally The important thing is because the opponent's strength is unknown. It may be a first calamity, a second calamity, or even a third calamity. It seems mysterious and strange. Once the opponent's cultivation level is really confirmed, then either soldiers will come to block it, water will come to cover it, or you can directly escape. , so there is no need to be so panicked.

Zhuo Yiping nodded: "More than three hundred years ago, before I had survived the first catastrophe, I fought with him once in Wanren Mountain, and the result was evenly matched. The Yanbo Lake was created due to the aftermath of our fight. "Because the big lake rarely appears in the middle of the high mountain Wanren Mountain and has beautiful scenery, it is very famous.

What Zhuo Yiping didn't say was that at that time, both of them had pseudo-level transcendence magic, and he was barely even. However, more than three hundred years later, the other party could only survive one catastrophe, which was the same as himself, but he would still be able to survive. The Tiannan Dragon Vein has been refined into the fist, and it can partially borrow the power of the Tiannan Earth. Coupled with the luck of heaven to suppress the opponent, there is no reason to fail.

So Zhuo Yiping was full of confidence and wanted to catch up with this old acquaintance who came to his door. As for the lack of whim, because the other party would definitely deceive Tianji, Zhuo Yiping didn't care much.

After being affirmed by Zhuo Yiping, the martial saints all breathed a sigh of relief and thought to themselves: "It turns out that these are enemies that the prince has fought against before, not some new mysterious Yang Shen Zhenren. That's good, that's good. Since everyone knows the basics, it will be easy to deal with him. Since he and the prince are both Yang Shen Zhenren, with the prince’s strength and the fact that he is fighting on the land of Tiannan, even if he cannot be killed, he can be defeated easily. "

So they all said together: "Then I wish the prince a successful victory."

Zhuo Yiping nodded slightly, waved his sleeves, and walked out of the hall.

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Because it was covered by a bright yellow curtain, those martial arts monks could only see a vague figure in a plain green robe sitting calmly, but even so, every time they glanced at the figure in the bright yellow demon chariot, they would have thoughts. The shuddering feeling of fear turned into shrinking and not daring to look directly.

Moreover, the many martial arts monks who followed the Minghuang Agarwood Chariot were extremely quiet, waiting and brewing in silence. As for whether they were brewing joy, confidence, despair, and collapse, they could only wait until Zhennan Wang Zhuoyiping took action. Only later can we know.

In the silence, the bright yellow agarwood chariot flew towards Zhennan Prince's Mansion, as leisurely as if on an outing in the wild.

When Wei Peining, Gu Canghai, Ji Ming, Lu Dayuan and others saw Shi Xuan easily killing the two immortals with one strike of his sword, they all felt joy and excitement in their hearts.

In particular, several disciples who had never seen real people's strength felt unbelievable. The two immortals, who were usually so majestic and majestic that they and others were frightened just by hearing their names, could actually be treated so lightly. Beheading, this made them regain confidence in the path of Taoist cultivation, became optimistic, and yearned for the soul.

Shi Xuan sat cross-legged in the bright yellow agarwood chariot, playing with a ball of white and almost transparent brilliance half the size of a fingernail in his palm. The brilliance was composed of countless white filaments, and each filament carried a chilling, coercive, and aloof connotation. It is a murderous intention from heaven.

After killing Gao Hefeng and Ren Feizhou with one sword just now, Shi Xuan used the "Three Talents Destruction Sword" mental method that had been running, and felt the wisps of blood falling from the sky, stabbing into the body of his luck Jinyun and Yuanshen. With the murderous intention of the sky, he launched his secret method and collected them.

"It's still too little." Shi Xuan said as he looked at this mass of murderous intent from the sky. Outside the Minghuang Agarwood Chariot, as several disciples became more and more confident in the path of Taoism, traces of luck flew intermittently from all directions. , gathered in the sky above the chariot seat, but these fortunes are like rootless trees and sourceless water, swaying, as if they will dissipate again when the strong wind blows.

"Zhuo Yiping is here." Gu Canghai looked at the hundreds of rays of various colors flying from Zhennan Prince's Mansion in the distance, and whispered to Shi Xuan.

Shi Xuan's Yuan Consciousness unfolded, and he naturally discovered it early. After his jaw responded, the Ziying Sword was ready to go.

The five disciples beside the chariot no longer felt as nervous as when the two human immortals were attacking just now, their hearts beating faster and their palms sweating. They felt that even if Master Shi in the chariot could not defeat the Immortal Zhuo Yiping, he could kill the two human immortals with just one sword. With such power, a draw should still be possible.

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"King Zhennan has appeared." The martial arts monks who followed whispered.

Then they continued to remain silent, looking at the sky between the bright yellow chariot and the Zhennan Palace with concentration and concentration. The expectations in their hearts became stronger and heavier.

After flying into the air, Zhuo Yiping appeared, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, a face as sharp as an axe, tough and majestic, with an aura as majestic as a mountain and as calm as the ground. Behind him were many martial saints and masters, neatly surrounding him.

Seeing that the people in the yellow chariot remained silent and just drove the chariot driver forward slowly, Zhuo Yiping smiled and cupped his hands: "We haven't seen each other for many years. Fellow Taoist, take the initiative."

After the words fell, Zhuo Yiping punched out.

As he waved his fist, it seemed to transform into a majestic mountain, heavy and simple. However, compared with when he fought against Shi Xuan, a black, thick, and vicissitudes of earth appeared under this mountain, which was closely connected with the mountain. , let the mountains stand more stable and become higher.

And his fist intention condensed into substance, turning into countless dark and heavy peaks. At the foot of the peak, a huge and majestic black dragon vein appeared. It rolled, boiled, and roared fiercely, just like a real dragon, and was far away from the southern land. Goulian continuously absorbs the power of the earth.

Facing it is like facing the mighty power of heaven and earth. You feel that you are so insignificant that you cannot resist. You can only surrender and worship.

The disciples around Minghuang Chenxiang Chaan, such as Ji Ming, Chang Ya, etc., even though they were enveloped by Shi Xuan's Yuan consciousness and did not have any intention of surrender, they were still anxious and uneasy in their hearts. Their confidence was shaken by the power of this punch. The luck gathering in the sky shook violently and was about to dissipate.

Only Gu Canghai and Wei Peining have seen the two of them fight once, so even if the suppression becomes greater, it can still remain normal.

And the many martial arts monks behind, on both sides, and below the bright yellow agarwood chariot were suppressed by this momentum and couldn't help but kneel down in mid-air and worship devoutly. However, it was precisely because they witnessed the power of this punch that they felt the power contained in this punch. With the power of heaven and earth, their self-confidence was rising steadily, and they felt that the demon in the Minghuang Chariot was simply unable to withstand this punch.

"Won!"

"It's so awesome!"

"What an unimaginable power!"

"The power of heaven and earth is completely unmatchable!"

"The power of the Earth Immortal is truly unstoppable!"

"You can actually practice your fist to such an extent! It's unimaginable, unimaginable, it's like heaven and earth!"

...Many reactions arose in their hearts, and their confidence and momentum became stronger and stronger.

Just when the self-confidence of these martial arts monks rose to its highest peak in an instant, the bright purple sword light shot out from the agarwood chariot again, making all the monks who saw this sword light involuntarily think of two words in their hearts. : It is majestic and unstoppable, and there seems to be four-color light flashing on it.

The sword light slashed on the black dragon veins. It was unable to resist and was cut into pieces. It struggled to recover through the connection with the southern land. The purple sword light did not suffer any delay and continued to penetrate the black mountain peaks.

In just an instant, Zhuo Yiping's fist intention was completely penetrated, and then a purple light flashed, and before he had time to react, a small blood spot appeared on his forehead.

"The number of days... in me... why..." Zhuo Yiping muttered to himself blankly, and then blood marks extending in all directions appeared on the small blood spots. Then Zhuo Yiping's body collapsed and turned into blood drops and minced meat.

Bang, the confidence of all the martial arts monks plummeted from the highest peak, and shattered into pieces like glass. Their eyes were blank, their expressions were frightened, and their faces were pale. They no longer felt superior to the Taoist monks, and had no confidence in the martial arts. road confidence.

So what if you practice well? Even if he survives the heavenly calamity and becomes an earthly immortal, he is still no match for the opponent with just one sword, just like heaven and earth.

Lead clouds rolled in the sky, making a dull dry thunder.

When Shi Xuan saw that heaven's punishment was coming, he quickly used a secret method to contain the rapidly falling murderous intent, which was about the size of a finger bone.

The target was lost, and after the dull thunder, the lead cloud disappeared.

Ji Ming, Lu Yao, Chang Yao and others, including Gu Canghai and Wei Peining, all had their eyes widened in disbelief. Zhuo Yiping, the top figure among the Earth Immortals in the First Tribulation, the destined Zhennan Wang, They didn't even block Shi Xuan's sword, which was completely beyond their expectations. They thought it would be a big battle.

"I'm afraid that Xiao Chuhe's appearance will only lead to a tie." This thought appeared in their minds, and their confidence suddenly increased. Our authentic Taoist sect is no worse than the physical saint, and it is even better. We can't just because we can't cultivate enough. Belittle oneself for the Taoist path.

Traces of white luck gathered from all corners of the Yuanmang world, while the luck on the path to physical sanctification dissipated as their confidence was lost and their momentum was taken away.

The bright yellow agarwood chariot flew slowly towards the Zhennan Palace. The martial arts monks behind, below and on both sides did not continue to follow, but stood there blankly. An atmosphere of despair, fear and decadence enveloped them.

The few martial saints in front saw the agarwood chariot flying towards them. Since they had not yet recovered from their shock and sorrow, they subconsciously stepped forward to show their martial arts and wanted to stop it.

A four-color sword light flew past, and all the martial saints turned into powder.

Many masters behind saw the scene in front of them, their hands were trembling. It seemed that many of them wanted to fight for their lives, but in the end they lowered their heads and retreated to both sides, letting the bright yellow agarwood chariot fly slowly among them, their eyes full of sadness. , meaning of pain, watching the bright yellow agarwood chariot disappear into the northern horizon.