"Wukong, stop!"

Seeing that the monkey head was angry and devoured the thunder whip, Wu Yue's complexion suddenly changed, and he drank loudly.

"Wukong?" Xuan Chou was slightly stunned, he didn't expect Wu Yue to name this monkey Wukong, is it a coincidence, or is it some other reason?

In the courtyard, this Wukong was not very peaceful, and when he heard Wu Yue's scolding, he suddenly became even more angry, and shouted a few words, as if he was answering, but a pair of fiery eyes were still staring at Xiao Yun, faintly showing anger.

Xiao Yun's face was expressionless, and he didn't see how to get angry, and when he raised his hand, endless thunder qi gathered, and another divine thunder whip condensed, and the aura was even stronger than before.

"Roar.......

Seeing this, Wukong was completely enraged, seemed to feel threatened, and ignored Wu Yue's obstruction, roared wildly, used his hands and feet together, and kicked it, which suddenly turned into a thunderbolt, tore through the space, and fiercely rushed towards Xiao Yun.

"Fixed!" At this moment, an indifferent voice sounded, as if he had a heavenly constitution in his mouth, and his words followed.

In an instant, the entire Void Heaven and Earth was shrouded in an invisible power, isolated from the outside world, and in it, all the wind, tobacco wood, and atmospheric aura were imprisoned and isolated by a word.

In mid-air, a monkey head with a fierce face and a thunderous face was also frozen in the air, staring at it motionless, as if it had been immobilized.

It is the thirty-six laws of Tiangang - referring to Lu Chenggang!

With a wave of his sleeves, the monkey head was immediately imprisoned in front of him by a pair of invisible big hands, looking at the way its eyes were rolling around, he couldn't help but shake his head, and scolded with a smile:

"Hongmeng has no surname at the beginning, breaking the stubborn void and Wukong, you monkey head, but you don't live up to this name, you are really a master of the heavenly palace, in front of the god will be the true monarch, and dare to act recklessly, believe it or not, this seat will press you under the Five Finger Mountain, and also suppress it for three or five hundred years, grinding your temper!"

The latter was imprisoned by supernatural powers and couldn't move, but his eyes were very smart, and he unmistakably conveyed the meaning of fear and forgiveness to Xuan Chou.

"Smack!!"

The spirit monkey Wukong was surrendered by a broken finger, but it was just a sudden episode during the period, Xiao Yun's face was not happy or angry, and he didn't look at it, and the second whip had already been swung down.

"Poof........

Another mouthful of blood poured out, this time, the blood had a deep and sharp edge, but it was this whip thunder, which wiped out a sharp body, and the sword blood flowed backwards, forcing him out of his body.

In an instant, it seemed to hear Wu Yue's entire sword body bursting with sword qi and thunder, and the sound was exploding.

Everyone was beside them, watching Wu Yue go down with two whips, and almost the whole person was destroyed, and they suddenly couldn't bear it, looking at Gujing Wubo, calmly and calmly, they didn't know what he was thinking at this time.

However, it was Ximen Fuxue and Gongsun Auntie, who cultivated their strength to transcend and enter the sainthood, their eyes fell on Wu Yue, and they vaguely glimpsed a hint of clues, and there was a hint of surprise in their eyes.

As before, after the second whipping, Xiao Yun fell silent, as if waiting for Wu Yue to catch his breath and calm down.

"Third whip, again!"

After a long time, Wu Yue gradually stabilized, his face was like gold paper, and his cultivation was almost completely destroyed, but the brilliance in his eyes became brighter and brighter, with a slight trembling, and he drank loudly.

The smile in Xiao Yun's eyes flashed, and he didn't say much, the Divine Thunder Long Whip in his hand was bright and condensed, from the original white and blue color, turned into a purple Divine Night Heavenly Thunder, and the breath was destroyed, and between the waves, it was like a purple thunder dragon, blasting and destroying the body.

"Boom ......."

The thunder of divine destruction erupted, soaring into the sky above this courtyard, enveloping Wu Yue entirely, and a terrifying thunder qi spread violently, forcing back in all directions.

Everyone changed color and was shocked, the horror of the power of this blow was almost no less than that of the real people of the Returning Source Realm who shot with all their might, even the black and white tigers, and Song Jinyu and them were also difficult to resist.

It is conceivable that Wu Yue, a monk who builds a spiritual realm, will face what kind of outcome he will face when he is whipped by such a divine thunder, but he is afraid that he will turn into ashes on the spot and be destroyed!

"Senior brother!"

"Wu boy!"

"Second junior brother!"

...........

Everyone exclaimed, their eyes showed disbelief, almost unable to believe what they saw, however, before they could step forward, the thunder dimmed, and in the courtyard, several figures reappeared in front of them, but they were not as tragic and tragic as everyone thought.

Xiao Yun stood like a mountain, his face was indifferent, majestic and inviolable, in front of him, Situ Ling and Xu Tong were all unharmed, protected by an enchantment, and the main owner who was whipped by the divine thunder, next to the two, Wu Yue was also still alive.

It's just that his face is like gold paper at the moment, his sword body is cracked, his qi and blood are dry, and there is only a faint breath hanging on his whole person, it seems that as long as there is a slightly violent wind blowing, he will die at any time.

Everyone is silent, like this, even if Wu Yue is not dead, he is not far from death.

Inside the iron cage, a snow-white and bewitching nine-tailed demon fox looked at all this blankly, turned his gaze, and then looked at a calm sorrow, his eyes were suddenly full of fear.

"So ruthless and moody, his apprentice will kill when he says he will kill, he is simply a demon, and he has no humanity at all!"

"It's over, my Bai Ling fell into the hands of this person today, I'm afraid that I will cramp and peel my skin, and my life will be difficult to save!"

Also doing this thought is Dong Fangmiao, she was already in awe of Broken Sorrow, and when she met with everyone this time, she saw Broken Sorrow punishing the big disciple under the seat, whipping and seeing blood, mercilessly.

And now, the second senior brother is even more difficult to suffer three whips, and she is only one step away from death, the impact on her can be imagined, and she is even more frightened and frightened in her heart, and she regrets it a lot, knowing that this sorrow is so brutal, she is a bloodline demon, and she will not join Xuantian Sect and worship Sorrow as a teacher.

Of course, if you can start over in life, there are options.

Lin Xiaoyuan rushed over, and when she saw Wu Yue's weak appearance, her face suddenly turned pale, tears rolled down, she looked up at the familiar and suddenly extremely unfamiliar master in front of her, and said sadly: "Master, if you want to punish me, punish me, the junior brother is innocent, how can you treat him like this, he is your own disciple!!"

Speechless, looking around, everyone had different expressions, except for a few people, the rest of them avoided their eyes unnaturally, and quietly retreated a few steps.

Jiang Yunfei was even more angry, if he hadn't been covered by Aunt Gongsun with one hand at this moment, he would have rushed over to accuse and roar.

The three lashes have passed, and each of them has not received a whip punishment, so Situ Ling still knelt on the ground, carefully comforting Xu Tong, only saying that she was injured, but did not tell her what Wu Yue looked like at this time.

Situ Ling frowned slightly, although she didn't know why she was so worried, she also firmly believed that the master would not harm her brother.

"Wu Yue is fine!"

Finally, a voice sounded, cold as ice, as if without the slightest emotion.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and looked at the sound, but it was not a broken sorrow, but leaning against the door of the courtyard, white clothes like snow, carrying a black sheath ancient sword, as if the West Gate was blowing snow outside the world!

(End of chapter)