I survived 999 catastrophes

Chapter 133 Wheel Battle (Fourth)
If everyone was still thinking just now, Sect Master Zhen used some special supernatural powers to subdue that Golden Core cultivator with one move.

Then when everyone saw that the head of Zhen had shot to death a long-established Nascent Soul boss with a brick, it definitely wasn't a matter of supernatural powers.

All the disciples of the Immortal Sect in the audience exclaimed in surprise, and Ying Qiangu also had a bewildered expression on his face.

Just now I thought that if Zhen Hetu won, it would be great.

Unexpectedly, he actually won.

"Junior Sister Qiangu, Junior Sister Xiaolian."

Ying Qiangu still didn't understand the situation, so she heard the senior sister next to her call her suddenly. She looked over and saw many senior sisters looking at her, and one of them asked:

"The master has something to ask you."

After thinking about it for a while, Ying Qiangu knew why he was looking for himself and Xiaolian. He must be asking about Zhen Hetu.

Ying Qiangu and Xiaolian quickly followed the senior sisters, walked to the front, and saw Palace Master Qinglian frowning at this time, and when they saw the two coming, they asked:
"You and Sect Master Zhen live in the same house, so do you know Sect Master Zhen's cultivation level and his usual performance?"

Zhen Hetu's performance?Ying Qiangu recalled it for a while, and said honestly:

"Sect Leader Zhen usually has nothing special about him.

If I say something special, he practiced meditation and never sat for a whole day, just like..."

Ying Qiangu hesitated for a moment and said:

"It seems like he knows it all."

If Ying Qiangu had said that before, everyone might have laughed it off. Can Tiangong teach all the supernatural powers?
But now, the expressions of the female nuns in Jinglian Palace are a bit exciting.

Master Zhen, maybe he really will.

While they were talking here, three more people came out from the Heavenly Palace cultivators on the high platform.

Those three people looked about the same age, all in their forties or fifties, but from Hetu's point of view, they were all over 400 years old.

Moreover, the three of them are all in the state of transformation into gods.

Unlike the previous one who had just reached the stage of transforming gods, called Daoist Songsi, the realm of these three people was all above [-] in the stage of transforming gods.

This time, there was no need for the three of them to speak by themselves. Just by walking out, some monks in the audience had already recognized it.

I heard a monk shouting from the side of the evil heretics:

"Aren't those the three heretical elders?!"

"What are the three heretical elders?"

Hearing that someone didn't know the three elders of heretics, and the cultivators on the side of evil heretics, they were contemptuous.

Xian'er's face changed when she saw the three people coming out of the queue. Just now He Tu showed great bravery and directly beat Master Songsi to death with a brick. But at this time, there were three people opposite him, and the real power of these three people was not... The ability to fight alone.

I heard Xian'er shouting under the high platform:

"Zhen Hetu! Don't be careless! These three people are the most proficient in heretics, good at sorcery and formations. If you fight against them, you must not let them form an formation!"

Hetu cupped his hands as thanks.

Those three people came out, the one on the far left was stroking his mustache, the one in the middle had a fair face and even shaved his eyebrows, the one on the far right had a black beard and hair all over his face, he looked like a monkey.

Judging from the appearance alone, these three people are already very distinctive.

Just listen to the fair-faced man in the middle, cupping his hands towards the river map and saying:
"So that Head Zhen knows, my name is..."

"Wait." He Tu raised his hand and said with a smile:

"There is no need to introduce yourself. You three come directly. I will save my brain and remember your names. I just know that you are the three elders of heretics."

When the man in the middle heard what He Tu said, he didn't care much and laughed. The man on the left also touched his beard, but the monk on the right had an angry expression on his face, just like Meng Zhang Fei:
"Wow ah ah!"

Shouting like this, he rushed towards Hetu.

He Tu didn't move, and when the man rushed forward, he raised his foot and kicked the man's heart.

He Tu kicked that person, but it felt like he was kicking on a ball of plasticine instead of hitting him.

They saw that the bearded man's whole body was as soft as mud, and was constantly wrapping the foot kicked out by He Tu.

Someone in the audience immediately shouted:
"What kind of spell is this? Why have you never seen it before?!"

"This is heresy sorcery, which is very different from ordinary cultivation spells and extremely dangerous. Master Zhen is in danger..."

That person was not alarmist, because after Sect Master Zhen kicked that person, he was indeed unable to pull his leg out.

The bearded monk soon ceased to be human, and he was like mud, wrapping around Hetu's legs and around Hetu's waist.

Master Jiajiu under the stage got a little impatient, looked at Xian'er beside him and asked:
"Little demon girl, what kind of sorcery are these three old demons using? Can you see it? If you see it, tell me quickly."

Xian'er glared at Master Jiajiu, and said dissatisfiedly:
"How do I know what kind of sorcery it is? I've only heard of the names of the three elders of heretics. They haven't appeared in more than 100 years. I didn't expect them to be in this heavenly palace."

When Master Jiajiu heard what Xian'er said, he raised his eyes and looked at Old Man Xin. Old Man Xin snorted, but still said:

"This is the clone of the flesh body. Every month, I cut off a piece of my own flesh, and then use heretic techniques to repair the body. Over time, these pieces of meat are refined into the clone.

Although it is necessary to endure extraordinary pain, the avatar that has been trained has almost no weaknesses and is changeable, and its cultivation level is almost the same as that of the real person.

It is absolutely impossible to refine such a clone without more than 50 years. "

The old man Moxin didn't lower his voice, even the river map above could hear it.

The major immortal sects nearby could naturally hear it.

Unexpectedly, this bearded man would use such a cruel method to refine the avatar. In this way, isn't it the four monks of the transformation stage?

Where is the body?

Everyone was still wondering, but they saw that the remaining two of the three elders had already started to draw formations around Hetu, and did not take the risk of attacking Hetu rashly.

Every time they drew a place, they placed heavenly materials and earthly treasures there to strengthen it. It didn't take long for them to draw the formation.

When the two of them walked to the two formations, they saw another person coming out from the Tiangong monks. It was the bearded monk who attacked Hetu angrily just now.

It's just that this monk didn't have the slightest expression of anger. Instead, he was full of caution and walked to the third formation.

The three of them squeezed the seals at the same time, and saw that the formation was activated immediately under the urging of the three of them.

From the formation, several golden lights pointed directly at the river map. After the golden light touched the river map, it was automatically coiled like a rope, trapping the river map in the middle of a circle.

It's a clone, and it's a formation, after doing double insurance.

Only then did the outsider three elders feel relieved, seeing the fair-faced monk looking at the trapped Zhen Hetu without any panic, and even raised his head to look at the celestial being who was meditating in the sky and shouted:
"Heavenly Man, how long will it take you to set up your big formation?"

The pale-faced monk's face changed, and he shouted to the two people around him:

"Not good! This kid still has more strength! Continue to deploy!"

The other two nodded and soon started drawing again.

But they didn't draw long before they heard Zhen Hetu in the formation say:
"Don't set it up, even if you set up a hundred formations like this, you won't be able to trap even one of my fingers."

After He Tu finished speaking, the three elders looked at each other, ignored him, and continued to form formations.

It's just that Hetu stretched out his hand, and a purple thunder flashed in his hand, and then touched the fleshy and muddy thing tied around his waist.

The mass quickly twisted and began to shrink.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the hairy monkey monk made a quick decision and squeezed the seal formula with his hands, and drank:
"Tangling!"

It's just that after he yelled, nothing happened. Instead, when he saw Zhen Hetu, he touched the golden light with his hand that was shining with purple thunder.

As if dyed with paint, the original golden light suddenly turned into purple light, with an electric arc.

The three people who were standing on the front of the formation hurriedly retreated, but a flying brick came, and the three quickly got together, holding the seal formula with their hands, and a spiritual energy barrier suddenly unfolded.

But the flying brick directly shattered the aura barrier, and then one of them gave a brick to the forehead.

The three people were shot flying out like the real Songsi before, and fell to the bottom of the high platform without any movement.

Only He Tu stood on the high platform, walked to the center step by step, and looked at the monks of Tiangong in front of him.

Among them, several Tiangong monks couldn't help but took a step back.

In this silent square, everyone heard Master Zhen say softly:

"Hundreds of you, let's go together."

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