The invisible mana fluctuations that erupted from the Decree of Shock and Shock nailed a group of monks to the spot everywhere, as if they had been forbidden by the "Fixation Technique", and they couldn't move at all.

Taking advantage of your illness, take your life! It has always been the purpose of Zhang Chi's life and work, he flew and pounced on the nearest monk, and pulled out a "Five Poison Slashing Spirit Sword" with both hands together.

A person who has cultivated deeply, only at this time did he notice that the praying mantis was catching cicadas, and the yellow finch was behind, so he didn't care about the temporary allies who died on the spot, and secretly urged the mana to buy time to break through the shackles of the law spell.

One, two, three...... A monk who can come out of the Yin God and reach the realm of "Night Tour", at the moment when he successfully broke free and regained his freedom at the expense of his blood, he didn't even think about it, and flew up directly and fled outside the battle circle.

At this point, there are already three monks who died in Zhang Chi's hands, all of whom are peers with strength and cultivation far above him, because they offended the gods and committed blasphemy, and there was no room for turning around, they were easily wiped out by Wu Zixu, the god of revenge, who faked others, provoked the karma line, and used human robbery to easily erase them.

With a sharp blade in his hand, he had no intention of stopping, and no matter whether the monks present showed a look of bitterness and pleading, or an angry and hateful attitude, they could not stop him from doing the right thing for heaven and punishing people.

Zhou Linfeng, the Yang God monk in the Qingluo Boat, saw the only turning point, but he was killed on the spot by the fate in the underworld, and he had no chance of dying, so he decided to explode the body of the Yang God at the moment.

In an instant, this pure red yang god, a faint golden pattern appeared on the surface of the body, like the thick clouds in the sky, and it was like a worm book and a bird seal, and any turn was natural.

The pale golden Dao pattern is the evidence of the legendary Yang God, once he obtains the priesthood, he will turn into gorgeous and solemn robes and robes, which belong to the part of the gods, the essence of the laws of heaven and earth, and the Dao fruit of the Great Dao.

It's a pity that Zhou Linfeng succeeded in killing the gods, but he didn't merge as soon as possible after seizing the godhead, so he couldn't hide the will of heaven, and he was naturally counterattacked, and he had to pay for his life.

As the Yang God opened and self-detonated, the temperature of the body surface continued to rise, which was the effect of the accelerated movement of the inner aura and the collapse of the core. When the pure red body of the Yang God continued to shrink, the appearance of the body only had golden patterns, and the Yang God, which was almost the same height as ordinary people, shrunk into a fist-sized ball.

In the last step, the golden pattern also began to sink inward, but it wrapped the red pill, forming a regular hexahedron on the surface, and the octagonal hung down, just like the stuff of the real text.

All this is like a monk reversing his life and returning to the circumstances when he first attained enlightenment, releasing the aura of heaven and earth that he had swallowed for decades, and the hard work of grinding kung fu to carve the true text, all in one breath in an instant.

Ba Liming, who was inside the Qingluo Boat, although he was carried away by the killing and destruction, his inspiration was extremely keen, and he suddenly sensed the deadly danger, and immediately gave up his indiscriminate punches and destroyed this large spiritual weapon, folded his hands up and down to protect his face, sat down suddenly, retracted his legs, propped up his knees, curled up his body, bent his straight spine into a wheel, and hid his hands and feet to protect the back, like a round ball with no dead ends.

Giving up the attack and putting on a posture of going all out to defend, the shock wave of the Yang God's self-explosion suddenly came, and the core area of the Qingluo Boat exploded first, destroying the small blessed land cave sky that could carry the rudiment, further increasing the power.

Immediately afterwards, the crimson aura impact swirled and erupted, not only shooting the meat-like Ba Liming into the distance like a cannonball, but even the dual divine domains of the General's Temple could not be suppressed, but were crushed on the spot, tearing more than a dozen cracks.

Zhang Chi knew that danger was coming, but his reaction was a little slower, and as a result, he was swept away by the aftermath of the Yang God's self-explosion, hitting the nearby city wall hard, and the whole person fell into it, and after a long time, the manic hot wind disappeared, and he slid softly against the wall and quietly slid to the ground.

At this time, the heritage of the veteran monk was reflected, and the talisman spirit weapon burst out one after another, and he would rather be shattered on the spot than block the aftermath of this wave of impact.

In the end, half of the twenty-four monks survived, most of them in tattered robes, most of their beards and eyebrows were burned, wisps of green smoke rose from them, and even sparks flickered.

Yang God Monk Zhou Linfeng died on the spot, and the large spiritual artifact Qingluo Boat was not preserved, and Wu Zixu, the god of revenge, took this opportunity to successfully fuse the two godheads of the Zhangren Xingguan and became the biggest winner of this battle.

As for the troublemaker who made a move halfway, he was just a novice who had just entered the Dao, and as a result, a group of veteran monks capsized in the gutter, and a very self-aware person wisely chose to retreat.

As for the three or five angry monks, they decided to take action personally and give this person an unforgettable lesson, even if the mana in his body is almost gone, he must kill people to vent his anger.

When these unkempt "called Hanako" came to the city wall with each other's arms, they just saw Zhang Chi lying on the ground, his eyes tightly closed, and he was also very miserable.

The truth of the facts, Zhang Chi was indeed injured, and he was injured by the aftermath of the impact of the Yang God's self-explosion, but after being reborn, the "body data" he got had a great benefit, that is, his vitality was not cleared, and he could continue to fight.

Therefore, when these monks laughed and prepared to "whip the corpse", Zhang Chi suddenly opened his black and white eyes, and the palm of his right hand instantly condensed the "Five Poisons Slashing Spirit Sword", and the sword full of poison suddenly soared, and it easily pierced the chest of the monk closest to him, killing him in an instant.

"Poor Dao is a person from the General's Temple, how can he be killed so easily? The remnants of the Retribution Divine Domain are still there, and the soul is still in the body, but it is just a trivial matter. On the other hand, you and others, your fellow Daoists, your foreheads are full of bad luck, and it seems that there is a disaster of blood and light, so it is better for the poor Dao to personally take action and send you to the calamity. ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Chi stood up unhurriedly, looking weak, but his waist was very straight, so that the monks not far away on the opposite side were stunned, and they couldn't figure out the details.

"It's just a late-school student, and he dares to despise me and other long-term ascetics, and he doesn't even shout at his seniors, it's just arrogant!"

If you dare to kill someone, you will have the consciousness of being killed, this person was not shaken by Zhang Chi's words at all, raised his hand and raised a mirror, and a thick cold light burst out, hitting the chest of the "late learner", not frozen into an ice sculpture on the spot, but just pushed back hard.

Zhang Chi snorted, he couldn't react at all, he was hung on the city wall, and after three breaths, he slid to the ground again, seeing that there was only air out and no air in, which immediately caused a group of monks to laugh.

"This frost mirror claims to be a cold abyss, and it is also a bit of a doorway, but unfortunately there is not much mana left in your body, and the power is only like this, at most it tickles the poor road!"

Zhang Chi opened his eyes again, and with a tap of his left finger, a nail shot out, impartially, hitting the person's heart, and the paralyzing poison exploded, stopping the person's heart in an instant.

In the disbelief of the remaining three monks, Zhang Chi staggered to his feet again, spitting blood from his mouth, but he could still shout out with full breath.

"Who else ......?"