Evil spirits descend: Suppress everything with martial arts

Although the will of martial arts has not broken through, Wu Zhen's strength has actually been greatly improved after the martial arts broke through to Guixu Realm.

Wu Zhen preliminarily estimated that his current strength should have reached the peak of the eight-star level. He only needs to evolve one step further in martial arts will, and he can completely become a nine-star level existence.

Nine stars exist, and there were only a handful of human beings in the previous life. Each of them is the biggest pillar of human beings and possesses all kinds of incredible abilities.

"Today's evil spirits are only initially advancing to the eighth level. Although there is no bottleneck for them to advance to the ninth level, they still need to devour a lot of flesh and blood creatures. According to the experience of previous lives, it takes one year for the evil spirits to go from the eighth level to the ninth level at the earliest."

"So, this year will be the greatest period of opportunity for us human beings. If I reach Nine Stars one step earlier, the situation will be further reversed." Wu Zhen secretly thought.

"Of course, besides Xie Chong, now there is another god, and it feels like the comer is not kind." Wu Zhen looked into the depths of the distant sea and said silently in his heart.

At this time, in the depths of the distant sea, a golden light was flying high in the sky, exuding bursts of powerful coercion.

"The blasphemer of the East!" There was an extremely domineering will in the golden light.

Then the golden light slowed down slowly, and a huge angel with wings on its back appeared and stopped over the endless sea.

At this time, in the other direction of Xia Kingdom, a giant more than ten meters high was galloping on the ground at a terrifying speed. The ground cracked open.

This giant is the Hercules of England.

At this very moment, there are sixteen gods rushing from the Blue Star countries to Xia Guo, and they have only one goal - to kill that blasphemer in Xia Guo.

Half a day later, Wu Zhen sensed the breath of the first god.

"Are you coming?" Wu Zhen looked into the depths of the remote sea area, and then flapped his wings behind his back and rushed into the sky.

And more than 100 kilometers away, the battle angel Michael, who was covered in golden light, also sensed Wu Zhen's aura, and two golden rays of light shot out from his eyes.

Behind him, there are still several figures standing in the air, and they are all gods.

"Michael, it is the greatest honor in his life for our six gods to deal with him together." A god whispered, with a look of relief in his eyes.

"The Lord God told us to be humble enough to deal with everything." Michael glanced at this person, and then said calmly.

"Xia Guo has more than one billion people, occupying one-fifth of the entire world. We must completely control this land." Michael said leisurely, looking in the direction of Xia Guo.

"This powerful blasphemer is our biggest obstacle." Another god nodded, and the other gods also nodded.

However, at this moment, a deep and indifferent voice sounded out of thin air: "You group of chickens and dogs, were you planning to kill me just now?"

But in front of the gods, a gun shadow appeared out of thin air, and Wu Zhen's voice came from it.

This is the will of martial arts condensed by Wu Zhen's means.

The appearance of this gun shadow meant that Wu Zhen was less than a hundred kilometers away from here.

"Blasphemer, your courage is admirable." Michael flapped his wings behind his back, leaped directly into the sky, and immediately killed in Wu Chen's direction.

Several other gods followed closely behind.

Tens of seconds later, there was a loud bang, and the endless sea water was blown up into the sky, and then fell down like a waterfall.

After the sky and sea water receded, there were six gods standing side by side, each with indifferent faces, silently watching the proud figure standing in front of them.

This figure is Wu Zhen.

At this moment, Wu Zhen's body was full of vigor, and the meteorite iron spear in his hand was even shrouded in white light, swallowing the extremely sharp spear light.

"If you dare to come to my country of Xia, just stay here." Facing the six gods of the same level, Wu Zhen didn't have the slightest fear, on the contrary, his heart was full of fighting spirit.

The six gods on the opposite side still looked indifferent, and they didn't bother to talk to Wu Chen.

Because they are gods.

With a sound of "boom", a god swung a blow, condensing a huge beam of light out of thin air, filled with a dazzling aura of destruction, and blasted towards Wu Zhen.

At the same time, the other five gods also shot together.

In an instant, golden, white, black and other colors of light descended from the sky, completely submerging Wu Zhen's figure, and the aftermath of the attack fell on the sea surface, punching a huge hole hundreds of meters deep in the sea.

This is the power of the gods, and it is also the power of the eighth level.

The power of the seventh level can easily destroy a block of buildings and turn a city into ruins in an instant, but it is still a real "person" in essence.

The eighth level is a qualitative leap, and will gradually embark on the path of "inhumanity". It is not an exaggeration to be called a "god".

At this time, the six gods shot together, and the terrifying power instantly overwhelmed Wu Zhen.

The eyes of several gods showed joy, and some gods said directly: "He didn't dodge, he really wanted to die."

"Yes, arrogance is the greatest enemy of any life." Another god said with a smile.

They were very confident, even if they themselves were bombarded by six gods of the same level, they might not survive.

After the colorful beams of light disappeared, the seawater in the sky began to slowly recede, and Wu Zhen had already disappeared.

"It must have been turned into fly ash under our attack." A god whispered.

But as soon as his words fell, a figure slowly floated up from the sea, and then silently looked at the gods in the sky.

This figure is Wu Zhen.

At this time, Wu Zhen's body was full of vigor, and a human-shaped armor formed around him, guarding Wu Zhen tightly.

This is the iron cloth shirt with 400 years of skill!

Withstood the bombardment of the six gods, Wu Zhen did not suffer any harm.

"Your strength is too stretched." Wu Zhen raised his head and revealed a sinister smile.

In the sky, the colors of the six gods changed instantly, and the coldness in their eyes erupted at random.

The power of the gods cannot be insulted!
"Death!" Michael, the leader, yelled immediately. In his hand was a long silver sword, which was forged with the latest metal alloy technology of the White Eagle Federation.

"You're so brave, dare to scold me." Wu Zhen shook his head, then shook the meteorite gun in his hand, grinning and said: "You have also attacked, now it's my turn."

With a "boom", Wu Zhen's figure exploded, turning into a black shadow and rushing towards the gods in the sky.

At the same time, his Meteorite Spear was also like lightning, and he killed Michael in front of him.

This shot was Xingyiquan's spear technique, it was as strong as a gust of wind and as fast as lightning, and the shot blasted out like lightning, directly hitting Michael's forehead.

Michael's fighting consciousness is also extremely strong, and the super alloy long sword in his hand immediately blocked Wu Chen's attack.

But Wu Zhen grinned suddenly, grabbed the Meteorite Spear and swung it around in the air, then swept towards another god with even stronger power.

Wu Zhen's goal was not Michael from the beginning to the end, but this god.

With a sound of "boom", the god also quickly resisted, only to see him slap Wu Chen's spear with a bang, and there was a terrifying collision.

"Dragon Elephant Prajna Kungfu!" Wu Zhen roared in his heart, all the strength in his body exploded at this moment, and he used the dragon elephant prajna skill on the eleventh floor to the extreme.

Terrifying power erupted in the air, and the Meteorite Spear was so fast that the shadow could not be seen clearly. It pierced through the palm of the god in an instant, and then plunged into the body of the god.

"Death!" Wu Zhen roared, the pitch-black ball in his body trembled continuously, arousing wisps of black mist, and then poured into the body of the god along the meteorite iron gun.