“……”

The King of Inspiration maintained a posture of holding a hammer in one hand and grasping it in the other, and his big eyes were full of consternation.

He lowered his head to see the huge hole between his chest and abdomen, and even withdrew his left hand, reached into the hole and pressed it.

Inside the hollow, the skin and flesh have been scorched and charred, and when you press it lightly, it will turn into charcoal powder and fall in a row.

The Inspiration King was speechless, turned his head to look behind him, and saw a majestic figure dressed in a monk's robe and with a short head, holding a purple electric long sword in one hand and behind him with the other, standing in the air with his back to him.

"Tsk." The Inspiration King bared his teeth and muttered, "Didn't you say that Tang Sanzang didn't know martial arts?" How can this swordsmanship be so sharp? ”

When he opened his mouth, he was facing Chang Wei, who was posing for him, and the corners of his eyes suddenly twitched fiercely.

"This guy didn't die?"

Of course, although Chang Wei was horrified in his heart, he remained silent on the surface and maintained his demeanor as a monk.

He turned around leisurely, flicked the body of the Ziying sword with his fingers, let out a sword groan like a dragon's roar, splashed out a few lines of lightning-like sword qi, and said lightly: "Can the demon be convinced?" ”

"Serve your mother!"

The Inspiration King sneered, "Do you think that with the sharpness of the sword, if you succeed in a sneak attack, you will be sure of this king?" This king wants you to know today that the gap in cultivation is not something that can be smoothed out with just a good sword! ”

As soon as the words fell, the King of Inspiration slammed into a cloud of red mist, and then saw the fog rise sharply, and a giant with a bloated lion goldfish head and a height of three feet jumped out of the mist, picked up an eight-petal copper hammer the size of a water tank, and slammed down as usual.

The copper hammer broke through the air, the sound was like thunder, and the surging air waves were like turbulent waves, screaming piercingly, and the copper hammer blasted towards Chang Wei before it.

The shockwave from the hammer alone could easily tear through the steel. If you are hit by a hammer, the mountains will collapse into stone powder in an instant!

"Master, be careful, he's the Great Demon of the Yang God! Powerful, no vital points! Sha Wujing reminded loudly below.

The physical body of the Yang God Monk can be "formed when it gathers, and it becomes qi when it is dispersed", and it can be freely transformed between the virtual and the real. Such a physical body is already a higher level of life form, and there is no longer a vital point in the ordinary sense.

If you want to kill such a monk, you can either use stronger cultivation to fix the opponent's changes, temporarily knock his body down to the realm, and turn it into a vital flesh and blood body, and then hit his vital point, destroy his primordial spirit, and kill him with one blow.

Or, bombard the other party to the point that the body and spirit are gone, and they will be wiped out!

"No point? Then completely kill to the scum! ”

Chang Wei's realm is lower than that of the Inspiration King, and it is difficult to defeat his realm. His "fiery eyes" could not see his lethal weakness.

But even so, he can still rely on the Excalibur in his hand and take the second method.

In the light snort, Chang Wei's body flashed with lightning, and the human sword was one, turning into a purple electric rainbow, splitting the qi wave at twenty times the speed of sound, almost snatching into the arms of the King of Inspiration by the smashed copper hammer, replicating the previous scene again, and penetrating the King of Inspiration back and forth, opening a large hole in his chamber with four walls scorched!

The Inspiration King has a misunderstanding, a good sword can erase the gap in cultivation - with Chang Wei's cultivation, if he doesn't use Ziying and does his best, he may only be able to leave a small wound on the Inspiration King.

But as soon as Ziying comes out, it is easy to pierce the inspiration before and after.

This is the power of the best flying sword. In terms of lethality alone, Ziying is still far above today's Chang Wei!

Those juniors in Shushan who have not been in the Tao for a long time can rely on the best flying swords and magic weapons left by their predecessors to easily beat or even kill demons who have cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years; Those Orthodox juniors in the era of the gods can also rely on the best magic weapon to beat their predecessors who have cultivated far beyond themselves; Sun Wukong was also on the way to the west, and repeatedly suffered under the hands of demons who were inferior to him in strength but had good treasures.

And Chang Wei once used the power of Haotian Mirror to kill the "Immortal Gate Giant Mouth Monster" at the level of "Half-step True Immortal" in one blow!

It's unfair, isn't it?

But the reality is so unfair.

A monk in the Yin God Realm, holding a good sword like the Ziying Sword to fight against a Yang God monk, is like a thin middle school student holding a pistol to confront the heavyweight boxing champion.

Even if a heavyweight boxing champion can casually hang a middle school student, a middle school student can kill a boxing champion with a single shot.

For monks, the magic weapon flying sword is naturally just a foreign object, and self-cultivation is of course the foundation.

But as long as you don't indulge too much in the power of external objects, and always remember what you are fundamentally, then any external object can be used.

After all, if there is no ability to protect the Dao, only the art of immortality, then immortality is just the moon in the mirror and the flower in the water, and it can't resist the ravages of external demons and calamities.

The King of Inspiration believed that his cultivation was better than Chang Wei, and he could defeat him with a single move, but he didn't expect that the Ziying Sword in Chang Wei's hand was more powerful than he imagined. And Chang Wei's battle method of using the Thunder Escape Imperial Envoy Ziying Sword also made the Inspiration King unable to even parry.

Although the King of Inspiration is a Yang God Great Demon, although he is not a weak Yang God at the bottom, he is far from being a top Yang God powerhouse.

In front of Chang Wei's Thunder Dun swordsmanship at twenty times the speed of sound, the Inspiration King couldn't react at all, and he could only vent at the air with his divine power.

Bang! The bronze hammer of the King of Inspiration failed, and the remaining strength fell to the bottom of the lake hundreds of zhang below, and blasted the bottom of the lake out of a huge pit with a diameter of 100 zhang and a depth of more than 100 zhang. But no matter how powerful it is, it's useless if you can't hit the target.

And Chang Wei is a successful blow, without pause, the sword light turned quickly, the electric light flashed, and reflected back again, this time, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the back of the head of the inspiration king, the purple electric Changhong was just a flash, and the huge lion goldfish head of the inspiration king had completely evaporated!

"Bastard!"

The King of Inspiration opened a hole in his chest and abdomen, his head evaporated, and he was not dead yet, and he could even drum up his thoughts and roar wildly: "Don't run!" Have a hard fight with this king! ”

With a roar, the Inspiration King turned into a cloud of red mist again, and stepped out of the red mist, and his body was once again restored to good condition.

However, although he looked unharmed on the outside, his aura had dropped a lot compared to before, at least a twenty percent discount.

"The old man is not stupid, why do you want to run into a brute like you?"

Chang Wei, who has always liked toughness, has long noticed that the King of Inspiration is far stronger than himself in terms of strength and physique, and his survivability is far beyond himself-

Chang Wei has the ability to regenerate, but if his head is shattered, he can only pray that his Yuan Shen can escape in time and find a good person to reincarnate.

And what about the King of Inspiration? The internal organs evaporate as if nothing happened, and the head shattered. This kind of survivability made Chang Wei envious.

Therefore, Chang Wei likes to fight with strong opponents, and he will not choose to fight with opponents such as the King of Inspiration.

He has not lost his mind, how can he use his own shortcomings to attack the enemy's strengths?

Boom!

The thunder slammed, the lightning shone, and the electric purple rainbow easily crossed the copper hammer again to intercept it, and once again opened a big hole in the chest of the Inspiration King.

This time, while penetrating the chest of the King of Inspiration, purple light flashed on the purple electric rainbow, and the lightning exploded angrily.

So when Chang Wei penetrated through the past, hundreds of purple lightning-like sword rays erupted from the body of the Inspiration King, and in the blink of an eye, they cut him into countless large and small pieces. After the sword burst out, another scorching electric light erupted, scorching the countless fragments into charcoal!

But the Inspiration King is still not dead.

The countless charred fragments turned into red mist again. But this time, in the red mist, there was no more a lively hero, but turned into a red light, and he was about to flee away.

When he was about to escape, the King of Inspiration also tried to put down the cruel words: "You wait! This king will definitely come back with revenge! Next time, King Ben will not only eat your two snake demons, but also eat your two arms, so that you can go to the west shirtless! ”

"Want to run? Can you run? ”

Chang Wei snorted coldly, raised the Haotian Mirror, and shot out a crystal beam of light.

The crystal light came first, teleporting to the red light of the Inspiration King, turning into a circle of light and encircling him inside. The red light hit the inner wall of the aperture, and suddenly there was a bang, as if it had hit an invisible barrier, and it was bounced back.

The red light paused slightly, and then rushed left and right in the aperture, running up and down, but no matter which direction he collided, there was always an invisible barrier that he tried his best and could not overcome, and it bounced him back fiercely.

Under the repeated collisions, the Inspiration King not only failed to break through the aperture and escape, but hit himself with a broken head and blood, broken bones and tendons, although these injuries had recovered in an instant, but his breath was uncontrollable and fell a few points again!

Haotian Mirror is the embodiment of the "Space Avenue", although it has been damaged and only a small part of its power has been restored, but it is easy to block the space and prohibit escape - at least, with the cultivation of the King of Inspiration, it is impossible to break through the space barrier created by Haotian Mirror!

Seeing that there was no hope of escaping, the King of Inspiration turned into a bald man with bulb eyes again, glared at Chang Wei viciously, and shouted angrily: "Tang Sanzang, do you really want to kill them all?" ”

Chang Wei smiled: "Isn't it obvious?" ”

The King of Inspiration shouted: "The monks are compassionate, where is your compassion?" ”

Chang Wei said lightly: "I forgot home." ”

The "......" inspiration king was dumbfounded, he never thought that the dignified "Sanzang Master" would be able to speak such a ridiculous excuse with confidence!

Seeing that Chang Wei's killing intent had been decided, and he didn't even bother to think of a good excuse, even if he was unwilling, the King of Inspiration could only move out of his backstage: "Tang Sanzang, listen well, this king is a goldfish raised by Guanyin Bodhisattva, not an ownerless wild goblin!" My life and death can only be decided by the Bodhisattva! ”

"What?" Chang Wei was "stunned", "You...... It's actually the goldfish of Guanyin Bodhisattva's house? ”

Seeing Chang Wei's expression of astonishment and the hidden panic in his eyes, the King of Inspiration couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief and sneered:

"Not bad! This king is none other than the Great Compassion and Great Compassion Shiyin Bodhisattva, a goldfish raised in the pond of the Purple Bamboo Forest Dojo in the South China Sea! If you kill me, you will lose the face of the Bodhisattva, and the Bodhisattva will not spare you! ”

"Ah, this is really a big flood that washed the Dragon King Temple, and the family doesn't know the family!" Chang Wei said loudly, and the electric light on his body flashed, turning into a purple electric rainbow, breaking into the circle of light, and stabbing the inspiration king back and forth.

“……”

The inspiration king still had a sneer on his face, but his eyes were full of astonishment—wasn't he saying good things and admitting his mistakes? Why did you suddenly strike again?

"Sorry, my hands shook a little. Where did you just go? By the way, the flood washed the Dragon King Temple, and the family didn't know the family......"

The sound of Chang Wei's oscillating divine thoughts was still reaching the ears of the King of Inspiration. And his body and sword were one, and the purple electric sword light that he incarnated was also in the lightning that burst one after another, constantly flickering back and forth, stabbing repeatedly. Each blow creates a large hole in the Inspiration King's body, evaporating a large piece of flesh and blood.

"I didn't expect the king to be a goldfish raised by the Bodhisattva. The old man accidentally injured the king before, it was all a misunderstanding! I also hope that the king has a lot of them, so don't worry about the old man......"

Chang Wei said kind words in his mouth, but the sword light was getting faster and faster, as he continued to accelerate, the purple electric rainbow-like sword light became thinner and thinner, and finally it was just like a thin purple silk thread, flying wildly around the King of Inspiration, and the afterglow was intertwined into a purple "light cocoon", wrapping the King of Inspiration, leaving only one head that had not yet been patronized by the sword light.

The King of Inspiration is bound by the aperture and has nowhere to hide. He listened to the polite words of "Tang Sanzang" with a blank face, feeling the great horror of his body evaporating and death approaching, and the doubts in his heart were more than frightened:

"This ...... Is Tang Sanzang crazy? How can you kill me while saying good things? ”

Before he could figure out this doubt, the purple "sword wire" had already passed through his eyebrows, and Chang Wei's rumbling words also sounded in his mind:

"Lao Ga is a disciple of Rulai, the reincarnation of the golden cicada, with the identity and status of Lao G, you are just a pet goldfish, and you dare to use Guanyin to suppress me? It's just death! ”

Hearing this, the inspiration king felt a sense of relief: "He finally said cruel words......"

And this is the last thought of the inspiration king in this life.

[Today is my birthday, and then at 1:43 in the morning, my wife gave birth to a little princess for me, and received the best birthday gift in the world, and in the next week, I have to take care of my wife and daughter, this is the last chapter to be saved, and within a week after that, the update can't be on time, and I don't even know if I have time to write...... I try to find time to write, but there is no guarantee now, I am afraid that my wife and daughter will be discharged from the hospital a week later to stabilize. Excuse me. 】