Chapter 397 Breaking News [Seeking monthly votes]
The fat man was in the early stage of the real person, and the skinny monk was in the late stage of the real person. With his current cultivation, he couldn't capture the two with just a wave of his hand.
His mind moved slightly, and the statue behind him turned into crystal sand all over the sky, quickly entangled with the skinny tall man.
The Five Ghost Talisman also flew out in time, entangled with him, not seeking anything else, just to delay the other party.
Then the blood jade book appeared beside Wang Zijia, and Wang Zijia looked at the short and fat man who was fleeing quickly, with a slightly cold look.
Ten pages of the soul-sealing book flew out of the blood jade book in one breath, and dozens of spears were drawn on each page.
They were all the magic spells with extreme power that he encapsulated when he was free, and each page was comparable to the full-strength attack of a peak real person monk!
‘Bang! ’
As the pages of the book exploded one by one, hundreds of spears appeared in the sky in the blink of an eye.
The powerful pressure of the magic spell and the fatal lock made the fleeing short and fat man's face change drastically, and his whole body aura surged.
"Go!"
It's a long story, but it only took a breath of time.
I saw the spears flying in the sky, like falling meteors, dragging billowing tail flames, flying towards the short and fat man at a very fast speed, catching up with the other party.
The huge movement alarmed countless people around,
"Boom!"
Under the continuous bombardment of the spears, the man's body suddenly flashed with blood-red light.
A dark wolf skin was left on the spot, and the body suddenly appeared several miles away.
Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, more spears flashed and chased him, drowning him in his horror.
He only had time to hold up his defense in fear.
The spears kept exploding, and he struggled to resist.
After a moment, the spears were exhausted. When he thought he had finally made it, the crystal fragments that exploded in the sky behind the spears surrounded him, and the exploding and terrifying power in them made his scalp numb.
"No!"
"Boom!"
The dense superposition explosions completely swallowed him.
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"What happened?"
"Is the sky falling?"
"Look, it's Jingchan Mountain!"
"It's the immortals on Jingchan Mountain fighting!"
"Have the immortals of the Demon-Suppressing Sect discovered another great demon?"
At the foot of the mountain, countless mortals were startled by the noise, and they subconsciously looked up, and saw the rainbow light all over the sky and the continuous explosions.
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On the other side, after Wang Zijia used the Sealing Soul Technique with ten peak attacks of the real person in one breath, he ignored the fat man.
He refocused on the skinny tall man.
It was only a delay of two breaths, and the skinny tall man had almost escaped from the sand sea formed by the statue, and ignored the five ghosts chasing him, trying to escape.
After all, it was just a statue of a split god, and it was well-fed to be able to block for a moment.
Wang Zijia's body suddenly glowed, and at the moment when the skinny tall man escaped from the crystal sand sea, he blocked the opponent in front of him, and the five ghosts surrounded him.
As the mana surged, the book in his hand flipped again, and pages flew out.
But something happened that caught Wang Zijia off guard. As a late-stage True Person cultivator, facing Wang Zijia's interception, he didn't even plan to test Wang Zijia's strength.
In other words, Wang Zijia's effortless handling of the short and fat man and the blasting of his life and death made him completely certain that Wang Zijia was an invincible God Lord, so he saw the moment when Wang Zijia blocked his way.
He gritted his teeth, and his body's spiritual light exploded.
"This is..." Wang Zijia looked at the familiar scene and thought of the self-explosion of the ghost sheep. He paused for a moment, and then a fierce roar resounded through the sky, "How dare you!"
"Boom boom!"
In response to him, the whole body of the skinny tall man swelled like a balloon.
The next moment, there was a huge explosion, accompanied by the explosion, and there was a sky full of polluted light, spreading in all directions.
All his strength, everything, exploded into various evil seeds.
The demon-suppressing disciples all over the mountain, as well as the secular town just built at the foot of the mountain, were all within its coverage.
When Wang Zijia saw this, his whole body's mana surged.
"Seal Chapter: Spiritual Light Sealing Talisman Technique!"
Countless runes jumped out of the void, and a huge spiritual light cage hemisphere, like a bowl, covered the place where it exploded. There was also a similar hemisphere bowl below, lifting it up.
"Dang!"
When the two hemispheres closed, a huge collision sound was formed.
"Bang Bang!"
Most of the polluted evil seeds were caught in the bowl before they could turn into streams of light and spread.
In the rune sphere formed by the sealed spiritual light, the collisions everywhere eventually turned into a mass of wriggling flesh and blood between flesh and pure energy.
But there were also quite a few parts that scattered around.
And the skinny tall man disappeared without a trace.
Wang Zijia carefully sensed for a moment, but did not sense the other party's soul, as if it was really completely blown up.
But such a being, who could self-destruct so decisively, obviously had some means of preserving his life, and could ensure his life in the hands of a true God.
Not to mention Wang Zijia, whose cultivation was lower than his!
He should have no problem winning the battle with the other party, plus the Five Ghosts, but the other party was determined to escape, and with such a decisive method, it was obvious that Wang Zijia could not catch the other party's tail.
"Roar!"
"Ah!"
There was no time to continue to explore or pursue, as the crowd below had already begun to have problems.
It was okay on the mountain, at least they were all innate warriors with decent resistance, at least they would not completely change in an instant, at most they would go crazy.
But the city below the mountain was in chaos in an instant.
Wang Zijia's mind moved first, and the more than a thousand human skin paper clones he had created before began to flash in the sea of consciousness of the demon-suppressing disciples, exchanging pollution mechanically.
And Wang Zijia floated to the sky above the town.
"The immortal is here!"
"It's Wang Daozi, Wang Zhenxian!"
"Immortal, please save my son, he's only sixteen!"
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Below, the people who were still looking up at the sky and watching the immortals fighting a moment ago were now in chaos.
The arrival of Wang Zijia gave many people hope and they began to kowtow continuously.
Wang Zijia's face was dark, and he raised his hand.
As his magic power gathered, he arrested the polluting and disorderly people one by one.
Those who had not yet changed were planted with demons, and the pollution was quickly exchanged. Those who had completely changed could only be killed with a wave of his hand.
After quickly suppressing the riot, Wang Zijia's eyes lit up, and his thoughts turned into materialized consciousness, scanning every inch of the city like a radar, and pulled out the latent polluters one by one.
As a person who experienced Wanyu Xiancheng firsthand, he didn't want to have another experience in this demon-suppressing city because of him.
"Thank you, Immortal!"
"Thank you, Immortal Wang!"
"Immortal Wang is a living Bodhisattva!"
"..."
The riot was quickly resolved, and the people in the city below calmed down, and they kowtowed to Wang Zijia one by one.
Wang Zijia ignored it, and flashed to the suburbs several miles away, where the short and fat man exploded.
At this moment, the surrounding flames were burning, burning the surrounding soil into lava.
Like the center of a meteorite crater, the short and fat man's body was gone.
There was only a wolf skull-like top-grade spiritual weapon and a group of newly precipitated pollution inheritance left on the spot.
The two are already entangled at this moment. If they wait a little longer, they will probably merge together and become a highly polluted inheritance underworld artifact.
Wang Zijia raised his hand and stopped the two from changing further, and separated them and detained them.
Back to the top of the mountain.
"Greetings to the ancestor!"
"Greetings to the ancestor!"
"..."
All the disciples who have recovered to normal knelt down and saluted to Wang Zijia.
Wang Zijia waved his hand and said, "Send people to stabilize the order in the city below the mountain. As for the other disciples, do what you should do!"
"Follow the ancestor's order!" All the disciples saluted.
Wang Zijia waved his hand at the sky, and at the center of the explosion, a ball of extremely polluted squirming flesh and blood was detained by Wang Zijia as the rune ball shrank.
Looking at this ball of flesh and blood, except for the extremely strong pollution, it did not have the obvious characteristics of the pollution method.
Obviously, the skinny tall man did escape.
At least part of him escaped, only the body and cultivation were blown up, and the soul escaped with the true seed.
Wang Zijia frowned, looked at Xiang Ji and Feng Haonan, and said, "What's going on?"
The two looked at each other, and Feng Haonan said blankly, "Master, we don't know either. These two people suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain, and even the protective formation didn't react in the middle of the way."
Wang Zijia frowned and looked at the Xiang family members around him, as well as the group of boys with poor talents who stayed to manage the sect.
Everyone was talking at once, and almost no one knew what was going on.
The more Wang Zijia asked, the more confused he became.
It seemed that...these two people suddenly came to the mountain and suddenly controlled them in the process.
Because these disciples had too low cultivation, Wang Zijia didn't get anything in the end. After several fruitless inquiries, he could only arrange for them to deal with the aftermath.
After searching and checking the surroundings carefully for several rounds without any results, it was temporarily shelved.
As Wang Zijia left, Liang Cheng fell out again.
However, in order to prevent him from feeling all the feelings of the skin demon, Wang Zijia had knocked him out in advance.
Feng Haonan, Xiang Ji and others saw this and hurried forward to catch it.
"The ancestor is getting stronger and stronger!"
"Isn't this nonsense? There is news from the clan that Xiao Shiliu's son-in-law is already a real person!"
"Your Xiang family is still good. You actually recruited a real son-in-law."
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At the same time, thousands of miles away, in the main hall of the Bone Soul Temple.
A Yuanshen master, holding a message, hurried to this hall and reported: "Master, a disciple has captured the breath of the blood god."
"Where?" Before the contemporary master in the hall could reply, an old voice suddenly sounded in the hall. It was as harsh as iron wire scratching across an iron plate, and people would get goose bumps when they heard it.
As he spoke, soul fog from nowhere poured into the hall, making the hall darker, and a black shadow condensed in the hall.
The Yuanshen master and the contemporary master who came to report were both shocked, and both saluted and said: "Meet the ancestor!"