Chapter 598: Group destroyed

Chapter 598: Group destroyed

  Chapter 598 Group Destruction

  The person who was blasted out by Zhang Jing's punch was the Taixuan Daoist Heavenly Man hiding in the dark, Li Daoxuan's uncle.

  When Li Daoxuan appeared just now, Zhang Jing had actually sensed it, but he just pretended not to see it. Now that he is going to do something, it is naturally impossible to let him go.

  After Zhang Jing blasted this punch, Xiao Jing, Han Qianshu and other celestial beings also approached.

  The eight celestial beings lined up in four directions and surrounded the four.

  At this time, Li Daoxuan knew where Zhang Jing's confidence came from.

  Eight celestial beings are equivalent to the power of a country!

   It's not something they can resist, and these eight people are not simple characters, and most of them are not under him.

  The two celestial beings in Jinlian Temple finally knew what wrong they had done.

  In their minds, Zhang Jing is likely to come alone because he is conceited.

   It is also possible that Han Qianshu will be called, but they never imagined that Zhang Jing would be so brave that he would directly summon seven powerful people.

   "It's all a misunderstanding, poor monk."

  The abbot of Jinlian Temple immediately succumbed. Compared with Xuantian Spiritual Liquid, Jinlian Temple is the most important.

   "Misunderstanding your mother!"

   Zhang Jing uttered a rare swear word, but his voice was relatively fast, and he didn't go into it.

   With a low shout, the scene exploded in an instant.

   Zhang Jing and Han Qianshu joined hands to kill Li Daoxuan, Xiao Jing and Uncle Duan shot at the abbot of Jinlian Temple with a blank face, and the remaining four were also two-on-one.

  Since the fight, Jinlian Temple and Taixuan Daomen have fallen into a disadvantage.

  The void trembled continuously, and thunder and explosions rang out.

  Li Daoxuan's expression was no longer as indifferent as before, Yin Jue pinched it, and several thunderbolts fell down.

   "Boom!"

   Zhang Jing took a step forward, facing the thunder with a knife.

  The berserk thunder and the sword light bombarded together, and both of them disappeared in the void.

  Han Qianshu stood with his hands behind his back, and took eight steps in succession, a terrifying power erupted, and abruptly silenced a thunderbolt.

"boom!!"

  Master Zhang punched out straight, the chilling punch seemed to want to kill Li Daoxuan.

   "Phew!"

   Li Daoxuan unsheathed the divine sword behind him, and a sword sound resounded, colliding with endless sharpness and fist strength, and even cut the fist strength directly, and continued to cut towards Zhang Jing with some remaining strength.

  The movement on Xiao Jing and Uncle Duan's side was much bigger than that on Zhang Jing's side. A huge green hill collided with a Bodhisattva, and the resulting aftermath turned the place below into a mess.

  The nearby Jinlian Temple was greatly impacted.

  Originally, the abbot wanted to return to the monastery and rely on a large formation to defend, but Xiao Jing and Uncle Duan couldn't make him do so.

   A series of terrifying methods continued to strike in the void.

  The originally cloudless sunny sky has long since disappeared, replaced by blood that covers the sky, the scene like the end of the day makes people tremble.

  The large formation in the Golden Lotus Temple was activated from the inside, and a blooming golden lotus firmly protected the Golden Lotus Temple. Otherwise, such a close fight would be enough to completely melt the Golden Lotus Temple.

"Roar!!"

   A dragon's roar shook the sky, and a hundred-foot real dragon behind Zhang Jing instantly condensed.

  The dragon's body is blood-colored, with golden threads all over the dragon's body, and the terrifying breath comes out along with the sound of the dragon's roar.

  A phantom of hundreds of feet stands behind Zhang Jing, and the real dragon hovers over the phantom.

"die!"

   Zhang Jing punched out, and the phantom behind him also punched out. The Baizhang True Dragon roared out, swept out with one tail, and collided with Li Daoxuan's hundreds of sword qi.

  Han Qianshu's face was solemn, and Zhang Jing was assisted by various attack methods.

  Li Daoxuan's strength is indeed extraordinary. It is difficult for Zhang Jing to defeat him without holy soldiers, but the holy soldiers are not easy to move, and Han Qianshu is there to assist.

  So in the battle, Li Daoxuan still fell into a disadvantage. Except for the beginning, he basically only had the ability to defend and had no ability to fight back.

"boom!"

   Li Daoxuan's uncle's body was shattered, and a terrified villain escaped in an instant, trying to get out of the battle, but the two great masters of the Southern Jin Dynasty were prepared.

   At the moment the Yuanshen escaped, there was a flash of sword light, which directly killed the Yuanshen!

   "Uncle Master!"

   Li Daoxuan's eyes widened, his anger rising.

   This time, not only did he fail to obtain the original dzi, but he even destroyed the Taixuan Daomen.

  Without the Taixuan Daomen where heaven and man sit in charge, how can we resist the encroachment of other forces?

  Would the thousand-year Taoism be destroyed in his hands?

   "Fight against me, you still dare to be distracted!"

  A terrifying punch hit Li Daoxuan on the back.

   A mouthful of old blood spewed out instantly.

  If there were no other means to resist, Zhang Jing's punch would be enough to destroy his physical body.

   "Zhang Jing!"

  Li Daoxuan turned around, dozens of sharp swords were about to envelop Zhang Jing, and a thunderbolt fell from the sky. Regardless of his injuries, he seemed to want to die with Zhang.

   Zhang Jing never dodged or evaded, and blasted out several punches one after another, the void in front of him twisted instantly, breaking all attacks.

   "Zhang Jing, let the Taixuan Daomen go, and the secret of Yuanyuan Dzi will never be revealed!"

  Li Daoxuan saw that Zhang Jing couldn't be killed, so he thought that Zhang Jing could put a hand in Taixuan Daomen, and no matter how bad it was, he would leave some kindling.

   "Original Dzi, you leak it casually, huh, threaten me?"

   Zhang Jing sneered, the more at this time, the less panicked.

"you"

   "If you dare to think of a way to intercept and kill me today, you should be able to think about the end of Taixuan Daomen."

   "As long as you let go of Taixuan Daomen, I am willing to give you a chance."

  Lee Daoxuan heaved a sigh of relief, as if he had made a decision.

   "Fate. Hehe, what Xuantian Spiritual Liquid is it or that demon dragon suppressed by your Taixuan Daomen?"

   Zhang Jing used frequent means, and did not give up killing Li Daoxuan because of the conversation.

   "How do you know?"

  Li Daoxuan couldn't believe it, it seemed that he didn't expect Zhang Jing to know the news about the demon dragon.

   "Oh, there really are?" Zhang Jing's heart flashed with joy.

  He only wanted to deceive Li Daoxuan, but he was somewhat skeptical about the thing under Taixuan Daomen, and he was not completely sure.

   After all, it is not good to jump to conclusions without seeing it with your own eyes.

   "I know a lot, well, go to hell!"

  The corners of Zhang Jing's mouth curled up slightly, and under his clothes, some scales suddenly grew out, concentrating the whole body's energy and blood in a blow, and bombarded Li Daoxuan's body.

"boom!"

  A cloud of blood mist rises, and a stream of light flashes, that is Li Daoxuan's primordial spirit.

   Before going far, Li Daoxuan's primordial spirit suddenly disappeared in the void,

  Han Qianshu snorted lightly.

   Taixuan Daomen, the group is destroyed!

  After the two people from the Taixuan Daomen were resolved at an extremely fast speed, the other half of the battle was almost at an end.

  Of the two old monks of Jinlian Temple, only the abbot was still struggling to resist, and the other great master died in the hands of the two great masters of Xichu.

  However, even if the abbot had some strength, he couldn't block the next move with the combination of eight people.

  The primordial spirit is destroyed physically.

   From the fight to the end, it took only a quarter of an hour, and the four great powers died in their hands.

  In the void, a rain of blood fell, Zhang Jing frowned slightly, and smashed the vision away with a punch.

  The ending was already preordained. No matter how powerful they were, they would never be able to defeat the combination of the eight powers, and five of the eight powers were in the realm of Faxiang.

   Monk Wangyou under the Demon Suppressing Tower sighed, and the movement outside stopped for a moment. The fight should have ended, but we don't know who will win.

Although he has confidence in Zhang Jing, he doesn't think that he alone can resist the two great masters of Jinlian Temple, and Wangyou actually has a premonition in his heart that there must be other forces intervening this time, just to plot against Zhang Jing .

  Looking at the shadow of the golden lotus hanging over the Golden Lotus Temple, Uncle Duan stared at it, then waved his whisk lightly, and blasted down the huge purple palm hundreds of feet tall, directly at the shadow of the golden lotus below.

"boom!"

   There was a loud noise, and several monks who were in charge of the formation in the monastery spurted a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.

  After that, the phantom of the golden lotus gradually blurred, and finally disappeared without a trace.

  The eight people stood in the void without moving, looking at the monks fleeing below like indifferent gods, Zhang Jing raised his hand, and hundreds of sword lights appeared, beheading many monks below.

  Of course, there are also people who try to rush forward for revenge, but in their view, they are no different from ants.

   There was a faint divine light in the eyes, and then Zhang Jing turned into a stream of light and rushed in one direction.

  There is the Town Demon Tower.

  Uncle Boduan and the others saw Zhang Jing making a move, and they couldn't help but rush to all directions of Jinlian Temple, and some monks who were annoying were killed by them.

  To be precise, as long as you get closer, those monks will fall to the ground with dull eyes.

  In the Demon Town Tower,

  Zhang Jing directly descended to the bottom floor with no expression on his face. Monk Wangyou raised his head, and Zhang Jing just looked at him.

   "Crack it, click it."

   Monk Wangyou loosened the shackles on his hands and feet.

   "It's fine."

   Monk Wangyou let out a sigh of relief, obviously aware of what happened above.

   "Boy, help us open it too."

   "Your Excellency, help me out, and there will be rewards in the future."

   "Senior."

   "Noisy!"

  Zhang Jing frowned, his whole body concentrated in murderous intent, wisps of sharp aura radiated out, killing everyone present except Wangyou.

   "You are a bit murderous."

   Monk Wangyou said softly.

   "In the chaotic world, only killing can end it. Only by killing a lot, no one will dare to attack me. As long as he dares to stretch his claws at me, I will chop his whole body to pieces!"

   Zhang Jing showed a smile, but this smile was a little weird.

   "There are also some truly compassionate monks in Buddhism. I hope you can save their lives and leave a seed for Jinlian Temple."

  Zhang Jing looked up at Monk Wangyou, nodded, and said:

"it is good!"

  (end of this chapter)