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Chapter 200

Chapter 200: With the abyss of heaven on my back and the North Sea in one hand, I am also invincible. Master, save me!

"Fuck............."

Yuan Futong felt a huge force, like a mountain hitting him.

The sword slipped out of his hand, and he flew off the horse.

The blood in his mouth sprayed like rain.

"Cough cough cough............"

"Daluo........Jinxian............."

Yuan Futong was knocked out, and he actually flew back to the top of Beihai City.

Blood gurgled in his mouth.

His face was filled with horror.

"Teacher...........save me............."

This scene was something that even Zhunti had not expected.

Yuan Futong was so brave.

If you are not killed by this stick, it is not because you are lucky, but because others want to capture you alive.

Although Yuan Futong was a feudal lord, he had practiced and worshipped Zhunti as his master.

But in this situation, he could not resist with his strength.

Not to mention the Daluo Jinxian, he could not resist even the Taiyi Jinxian.

If Yuan Hong had not shown mercy, he would have been beaten hard by a stick, and I am afraid his soul would have been scattered.

"My king, you should not go..."

Zhunti waved his hand, and a gentle force was immediately injected into Yuan Futong's body.

The injury was instantly recovered.

"Pharmacist, you go!"

Zhunti spoke, and the medicine flew out.

"Yuan Futong, how does this blow feel?"

"I advise you to surrender, otherwise it won't be so easy..."

Yuan Hong succeeded in one blow, but he didn't expect that Yuan Futong was so weak.

Just now, I saw that he was so confident, and I thought he was very powerful.

"Was he beaten to death?"

Yuan Hong muttered in his heart, he had held back just now.

At this moment, a golden light appeared in the Beihai camp, like a tide, covering the sky and the ground.

"Amitabha!"

This time, it was the pharmacist who took action.

"Fellow Daoist, you have committed many sins of killing. Please stop."

"The Great Shang is extremely tyrannical. Why should you help them?"

"Western disciples?"

Yuan Hong was not surprised when he saw this. He couldn't help but laugh when he heard this. "I was wondering how could Yuan Futong, a waste, dare to rebel against the Great Shang. It turns out that you, a bunch of bald donkeys from the Western religion, are backing him up. What, do you also want to get involved in this catastrophe?"

"You should be careful of those who are not on the Conferred God List. After you fall, you will only become ashes."

"Huh? Are you a disciple of Jiejiao?"

Pharmacist was also surprised when he heard this and looked at Yuan Hong.

Only disciples of the Saint Sect can know such secrets.

Yuan Hong's identity is self-evident.

He can only be a disciple of Jiejiao.

Yuan Hong raised the iron rod in his hand and said with a smile: "Let you know, my name is Yuan Hong, and I am the disciple of Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun of Jiejiao!"

"Amitabha!"

"So you are the disciple of Yang Jian..."

The pharmacist's face became heavy when he heard this.

There are indeed many talents in Jiejiao.

Yuan Hong is just a fourth-generation disciple of Jiejiao.

He has already reached the level of Daluo Jinxian.

Even if it is only the early stage of Daluo, it is shocking enough.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Yuan Hong said in a deep voice: "Since you, the Western Church, want to intervene in this catastrophe, then let me see how capable you are."

"Hunyuan Stick Technique!"

Yuan Hong shouted and immediately took action.

As soon as he raised his hand, the iron stick in his hand broke through the air.

The wind and clouds were stirred up, shaking the heaven and earth.

"Amitabha!"

"You are just a small fourth-generation disciple. Even if you are a Daluo Jinxian, what can you do? You should go and ask your master to come."

The pharmacist said calmly.

As soon as he raised his hand, he was about to resist Yuan Hong's iron stick.

"Hmm? Not right..."

Boom boom boom.

With a bang.

As the two sides fought, the pharmacist's face suddenly changed.

"What a terrifying power."

Caught off guard, even the hand that the pharmacist stretched out was immediately hit by a huge impact.

He couldn't help but secretly groan in his heart,

What kind of monsters are these disciples of Jiejiao?

How can even an early stage Daluo Jinxian burst out with such powerful strength?

Originally, he was a late stage Daluo Jinxian, and he thought that dealing with a Jiejiao disciple in the early stage of Daluo Jinxian was a piece of cake.

But it is really difficult to judge Jiejiao disciples according to common sense.

After the initial fight, he suffered a great loss.

"You want my master to take action just because of you, wishful thinking."

"Watch this!"

After a successful strike, Yuan Hong was unyielding.

He even shouted loudly, shaking the earth, and the iron stick in his hand swept across the sky, causing the world to tremble.

The body was shining with mysterious power.

With a terrifying force, he kept smashing towards the pharmacist.

The air wave was surging, shaking the heaven and earth. Before the pharmacist could react, the terrifying attack came again.

"Bodhi Wuxiang Jiuhongfa!"

The pharmacist was also cautious. He immediately started to release the Western magic.

Boom...

The two sides fought together in an instant.

The thunder in the sky triggered the fire in the earth, and the battle was extremely frantic.

"Damn.........”

After fighting for only a few rounds, the pharmacist looked at the iron rod in Yuan Hong's hand with horror.

This seemingly black thing turned out to be a top-grade innate spiritual treasure.

It really shocked him.

"Spiritual treasure........."

A gleam of light flashed unconsciously in the pharmacist's eyes. He had never owned such a spiritual treasure.

He became a disciple of the Western Saint, but the Western Saint was really poor.

Now he only has a middle-grade innate spiritual treasure in his hand.

For a powerful man like him who is in the late stage of the Golden Immortal Realm, it is really not enough.

If only he could take this spiritual treasure away.

"Turning the world upside down!"

Yuan Hong didn't know what the pharmacist was thinking, he just wanted to resolve the battle as soon as possible.

The mysterious light of the body emanated, and the powerful force tore through the void.

"It's actually a dual cultivation of body and method? ”

“Damn it….”

Pharmacist was shocked and didn’t care about coveting the spiritual treasure. He hurriedly urged his own magic power.

The relics turned golden and emerged all over the place.

Although the West is barren and there are not many spiritual treasures available.

But the Westerners are so good at magic that they can cultivate the Buddhist relics.

It is comparable to the defensive spiritual treasure and can protect itself.

Boom…

On the top of the pharmacist’s head, three relics appeared in the sky in the shape of a grade, emitting the holy light of Buddhism, and barely blocked Yuan Hong’s strong attack.

“The clouds are cleared and the moon is revealed!”

Yuan Hong’s magic power was violent, and the black air around him was surging like a torrent, and he killed again.

“Eight Lotuses! ”

The power of Medicine Master vibrated, and golden lotus covered the sky and earth.

The two of them immediately fought back and forth, and the fight was extremely fierce.

“As expected of a Western disciple....”

However, Yuan Hong knew that in terms of magic power, he could not compare with Medicine Master.

He could only use his physical body to show his extremely domineering power, and to quickly resolve this battle.

In Yuan Hong's reckless attack, Medicine Master gradually fell below.

“How is it possible....”

The Medicine Master was horrified, and even his relics began to dim. It was really difficult to withstand Yuan Hong's domineering attack power.

In the military camp of the Great Shang Dynasty, Yang Jian saw Yuan Hong's strength and naturally nodded.

“Not bad! ”

As expected of a disciple who practiced the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art with him, his strength is not much worse than those saint disciples of the Western Church.

When Jin Dasheng and other Meishan brothers saw this, their eyes became hot.

Zhu Zizhen said: "The boss's strength is really getting more and more terrifying. This pharmacist is a saint disciple of the Western Church. Is he going to be defeated by the boss?"

Yang Xian stroked his goatee and smiled slightly, saying, "Big Brother has already reached the Daluo Jinxian, and has learned all the true teachings from the master. What can a mere Western disciple count for?"

Dai Li also sighed, "Once you enter the Daluo, there is a world of difference."

Although they are Taiyi Jinxian, seemingly only one realm away from the Daluo Jinxian, in fact, the gap between the two is as big as the difference between heaven and earth.

Even if their magical powers are quite powerful and they are Yang Jian's true disciples, they are afraid that they will not be able to defeat the Daluo Jinxian alone.

Of course, if several people join forces, that's another story.

Face the Daluo Jinxian, there is no fear at all.

In the Beihai camp, Yuan Futong was also shocked when he saw this scene.

"Teacher, what should we do?"

"Even Senior Brother Yaoshi can't fight against the general of the Shang Dynasty?"

Little did he know that Zhunti was secretly shocked at this moment.

Didn't expect that even the fourth-generation disciples of Jiejiao are so powerful now?

At this moment, Zhunti's yearning for Jiejiao disciples naturally deepened.

If Duobao could join Buddhism and bring a large number of Jiejiao disciples, it would really be an opportunity for the prosperity of the West.

It is absolutely impossible to miss it.

"Jiaye, you go too." (To read the violent novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Zhunti said.

Since one can't do it, the Western Sect is not without other disciples.

He didn't believe that a mere fourth-generation disciple of Jiejiao could defeat all the Western disciples?

"Yes, Master!"

Jiaye also immediately went to the battlefield in the sky.

The Buddhist magic power exerted terrifying power in his hands and rushed towards Yuan Hong.

With one blow, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth turned into a torrent.

"How brave!"

Yuan Hong sensed it at the same time and let out an angry roar, and a piece of armor appeared on his body.

It was also the top-grade innate spiritual treasure.

It emitted precious light and resisted the magical power of the Buddhist sect.

The iron stick in his hand turned over and turned into a red cloud all over the sky, and rushed towards the two again.

"Amitabha!"

"Don't surrender!"

For a while, Yaoshi and Jiaye joined forces to show the Buddhist magic power. []

Boom..........

Under such a terrifying impact, even Yuan Hong could not resist.............

The body trembled and kept retreating.

Originally, he had just entered the Golden Immortal Realm, so his magic power was naturally insufficient. Facing the two great saints’ disciples from the West, his magic power was naturally difficult to sustain.

If he fought alone, he could still rely on his dual cultivation of physical skills to gain a slight advantage.

But now that the two people from the West have joined forces, he cannot contend with that kind of magic power.

“Hmph!”

At this moment, a cold snort sounded from the sky, and a precious light burst out.

The Qingyun Sword, the Hunyuan Umbrella, and the Jade Pipa launched fierce attacks and killed Yaoshi and Jiaye.

"Huh? There are still masters!"

Seeing this, Yaoshi and Jiaye also used Buddhist magic to resist.

After they blocked the attack, they saw that Yuan Hong had disappeared.

The army of Dashang also began to retreat.

Only one voice echoed between heaven and earth.

"You Westerners are really shameless. You actually joined forces to besiege me. See you next time. You must be prepared."

In the Beihai camp, seeing Dashang retreat, Yuan Futong was relieved.

It must be said that the pressure brought to him by the Shang Dynasty was too great.

If it was just him, I am afraid he would not dare to have the slightest intention of raising an army to resist.

Kasyapa and Medicine Master also returned to the camp.

"Teacher!"

Medicine Master said in a deep voice: "Teacher, this Yuan Hong is a disciple of Yang Jian. There are other masters who just attacked. When they join forces, they can also burst out the strength of Daluo Jinxian..."

"Although we have repelled Jiejiao this time, if we cannot attack for a long time, I am afraid that Jiejiao will not give up. At that time, Yang Jian will probably take action himself."

Hearing this, Zhunti's face was naturally thoughtful.

Kong Xuan was only the second disciple of Gu Changqing, and now he has the strength of a quasi-saint.

Although Yang Jian, the eldest disciple of Gu Changqing, is not well-known, his strength is probably not weaker.

"Quasi-saint..."

In this way, the Western disciples do not even have a quasi-saint.

By then, if Yang Jian takes action, he cannot do so, and he will definitely need to bring in more external aid.

Zhunti smiled and said, "It's okay, your Junior Brother Gongbao has probably already arrived at Kunlun Mountain, and it won't be long before disciples of the Chan Sect come to support him."

"By then, even if Yang Jian takes action, there will be nothing to fear."

In the Great Shang camp.

Yuan Hong said with a guilty look on his face: "Master, I am incompetent and failed to win this battle. Please punish me, Master."

"You........."

Yang Jian couldn't help but smile and said: "What's wrong with you? The Western disciples have already become famous in the world. They are all in the late stage of Daluo Jinxian. You have already made a name for yourself by having such a record. I will do it myself tomorrow."

"Since the Western sect has a large number of people, let them see if they can stop my ability."

"Is the master going to do it himself?"

Yuan Hong and others all looked at Yang Jian with deep admiration in their eyes.

They knew too well how powerful their master was.

That was a quasi-saint!

Even if the Western disciples were strong, they could not resist.

At this time, it was said that after Shen Gongbao left the North Sea, he came to Kunlun Mountain again. 0.9

Meet Guangchengzi and ask him to lead the 12 Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect to fight against the Jie Sect.

Yuanshi Tianzun had already given instructions, and Guangchengzi naturally did not refuse.

He had a deep hatred for the Jie Sect, and now he could not wait.

Shen Gongbao even instigated it, making Guangchengzi furious.

"The Jie Sect is a group of evil obstacles wearing fur and armor, born from wet eggs, we should send them to the list of gods."

Guangchengzi, Chijingzi and others were all angry.

Shen Gongbao hurriedly echoed: "Brothers, you don't know that Jiejiao is really hateful. They say that the disciples of Chenjiao are weak in strength and have low magic power. Even the third generation of disciples of Jiejiao are not as good as them."

"Arrogant!"

"Immediately teach them a lesson!"

Guangchengzi and others were furious when they heard this and vowed to teach Jiejiao a lesson.

Immediately called Chijingzi, Juliusun, Taiyi Zhenren, Huanglong Zhenren, Yuding Zhenren, Lingbao Dafashi and other six golden immortals to go to the North Sea.

After inviting the Jiejiao golden immortals, Shen Gongbao left Kunlun Mountain and sent a message to Jiang Ziya at the same time.

Let them get ready.

"The disciples of Chenjiao have already gone down the mountain!"

After receiving the message, Jiang Ziya immediately informed Kong Xuan.

Kong Xuan led the Jiejiao disciples to the North Sea.

In the battlefield of the North Sea.

The Shang army was dispatched again, and Yuan Futong had no choice but to ask Zhunti for help again.

"Come out!"

Yuan Hong arrived with the vanguard army, and raised the iron rod in his hand, showing the power of the Golden Immortal again.

The terrifying pressure was released at this moment, and the yellow sand filled the sky, and there was a loud roar.

"Those guys from the Western Church, come out."

The iron rod in Yuan Hong's hand flashed, releasing a terrible black light.