Record of Extinction Destiny Chapter 78: How does the number of days rival supernatural powers (third update)

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After hearing Zhuo Yiping's words, the martial saints under his command were stunned for a moment. The leader asked: "My lord, do you recognize him? Is he the Yijie Yangshen Zhenren?" They were so afraid of the man in the Minghuang chariot. The most important thing about real people is that the opponent's strength is unknown. It may be a first disaster, a second disaster, or even a third disaster. It seems mysterious and weird. Once the opponent's cultivation level is really confirmed, then either soldiers will come to block it, or water will come to cover it up. Or just run for your life, so you don't have to be so scared.

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. That Yanbo Lake was affected by the aftermath of our fight. It was just created." 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, just like him, but He has also refined Tiannan Dragon Vein into his fist intention, which allows him to partially borrow the power of Tiannan Earth, and with the luck of heaven to suppress the opponent, there is absolutely no reason for failure.

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 too much.

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

So they all said in unison: "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 took a look at the figure in the bright yellow demon chariot, they would feel It makes them feel shuddering and fearful, making them shrink back. Don't dare to look directly.

And 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 King Zhennan Only after Zhuo Yiping takes action will he 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.

Wei Peining, Gu Canghai, Ji Ming, Lu Dayuan and others were struck by Shi Xuan's sword when they saw it. Killing the two immortals easily, joy and excitement arose in their hearts involuntarily.

Especially for several disciples who have never seen real-life strength, they feel unbelievable. They are usually majestic. The two immortals who made themselves and others frightened just by hearing their names were actually killed in such an understatement. This made them full of confidence in the path of Taoism cultivation again, and they became optimistic. Extremely longing for it.

Shi Xuan sat cross-legged on the bright yellow agarwood chariot, playing with a ball of white and almost transparent brilliance half the size of the fingernail of his little finger in his palm. The brilliance is composed of countless white filaments, and each filament carries a chilling, coercive and aloof connotation, which is the murderous intention of the sky.

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 wisps of wisps falling from the sky towards his luck Jinyun and Yuanshen bodies. The murderous intention of stabbing down from the sky. So he unfolded the secret method and collected them.

"It's still too few." Shi Xuan looked at this mass of murderous intent from the sky, and outside the Minghuang Agarwood Chariot, as several disciples became more and more confident in the path of Taoism, silk threads flew intermittently from all directions. Threads of luck gather in the sky above the chariot seat, but these lucks 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.

At this time, the five disciples beside the chariot were no longer as nervous as when the two immortals were attacking. Their hearts beat faster and their palms were sweating. They felt that even if Shi Zhenren in the chariot could not defeat Immortal Zhuo Yiping, he could kill two of them with just one sword. With the power of a human being, a draw should 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. he.

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 he finished speaking, Zhuo Yiping punched out.

As he punched out, it seemed to transform into a majestic mountain, heavy and simple. However, compared with when he fought against Shi Xuan, the black, thick, and vicissitudes of the earth appeared below this mountain. The mountains are closely connected, making the mountains stand more stable and become higher.

The intention of his fist condensed into substance and turned into countless dark and heavy peaks. At the foot of the peak, a huge and majestic black dragon vein appeared. The southern land is connected from a distance, continuously drawing on 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. Captured by the power of this punch, they gained confidence again. Shaking, the luck gathering above the chariot frame 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, they can still remain normal.

Although the many martial arts monks behind, on both sides and below the bright yellow agarwood chariot were suppressed by this momentum, they 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 of this punch. The mighty power of heaven and earth contained in it, their self-confidence in their hearts was rising steadily, and they felt that the demonic way in the Minghuang chariot was simply unable to withstand this punch.

"Win!"

"It's so awesome!"

"What an unimaginable power!"

"The completely unmatchable power of heaven and earth!"

"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 the 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 emerge in their hearts. Two words: majestic, unstoppable, and there seems to be four-color light shining 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, but the purple sword light did not suffer any delay and continued to pierce through the black dragon veins. mountain peak.

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

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

Bang Dang, the confidence of all the martial arts monks plummeted from the highest peak, shattering 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. Confidence in the path of martial arts.

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 thunder.

Seeing that heavenly punishment was coming, Shi Xuan 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. After the dull thunder, the lead cloud disappeared.

Ji Ming, Lu Yao, Chang Yao and others, and even Gu Canghai and Wei Peining, all had their eyes widened in disbelief. The top figure among the Earth Immortals, the King of Zhennan who was destined by fate Zhuo Yiping actually didn't even block Shi Xuan's sword, which was completely beyond their expectations. They thought there would be a big battle.

"I'm afraid that Xiao Chuhe's appearance will only result in a tie." This thought appeared in their minds, and their confidence suddenly increased. Our Taoist sect's authentic sect is no worse than the physical body, and it is even better. We can't do it because of our own cultivation. If you don't get it, you will belittle yourself in the way of Taoism.

A wisp 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.

When the several martial saints in front saw the agarwood chariot flying towards them, they subconsciously stepped forward to show their martial appearance and wanted to stop it because they had not yet recovered from their shock and sorrow.

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

Many masters behind saw their hands trembling when they saw this scene in front of them. 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. With eyes full of sadness and pain, he watched the bright yellow agarwood chariot disappear into the northern horizon. (To be continued)