In order not to be devoured by the gods, I had to transform

at noon.

The barrage of comments in Xixitiwei's live broadcast room has become completely black, completely covering the entire screen.

If you don’t turn off the barrage, you can’t see what the live broadcast room looks like.

"Come on, come on, finally come on, my sword is thirsty for power!"

“What should I do? The closer I get, the more nervous I become.

I saw a post from the local Xia people in Conani who ventured out to investigate the situation. They said that the foreigners had cleared the area near the airport and were waiting for Brother Wu to go down. "

"I got it too, and it seems that all the human bodies that went to support have gathered together. They said before that they were going to fight against the gods, but now they are fighting against humans themselves."

"This group of people really have beautiful features, which can only be described as beautiful."

"Don't you know Brother Wu well? Have you ever seen Brother Wu overturn his car?"

"At this moment, the whole world is watching this collision. Brother Wu has nowhere to retreat."

In the morning, some Xia people living in Conani City disguised themselves, sneaked into the city for a walk, and finally discovered something unusual near the airport.

Unfortunately, before we had time to continue exploring, we were discovered by local farm tools.

Fortunately, a compatriot came to help me, otherwise I might have been in trouble.

This situation cannot help but make many netizens worried.

Will Brother Wu be able to come back safely after this trip?

"We have seen the city of Conani and are about to land."

Some sharp-eyed netizens saw the situation outside the window and sent a barrage of comments to remind people.

"There really is no one at this airport. This is like a trap. Why don't we just not go there? Can the plane turn around?"

"I checked the flights at Conani Airport, and all flights are suspended today."

As Conani Airport gradually enlarged in the field of vision, everyone's heart gradually became tense and their thoughts involuntarily diverged.

What if there is a bomb buried under the airport?

Will Brother Wu be hit by a hail of bullets as soon as he lands?

Fortunately, the crazy thoughts in their minds did not appear and the plane landed safely.

Bai Wu walked out of the plane cabin step by step and appeared in the sight of people who were paying attention to the airport.

coming!

Outside the airport building, Alfred looked at the boy getting off the plane with his eyes narrowed.

The live broadcast ball was suspended in the air more than ten meters away from the white fog, capturing the blurry figure of the white fog completely within the camera.

He waved his hand casually and a thin wooden stick flew towards him.

He tapped the ground with his toes and his whole body landed on the thin wooden stick, which slowly lifted him into the air.

"Did you see this? This is the sword-controlling technique of a sword cultivator. Once you have cultivated to the second level, you can control the sword and fly, coming and going freely and elegantly."

That’s right, even now, he is still explaining the practice.

But when the audience sees this scene, they are filled with question marks.

You call this wooden stick that's not even as thick as my finger a sword?

If you stand on it like this, will this little wooden stick really not call a lawyer?

To foreign audiences, this is simply a miracle.

This white mist clearly did not transform into a virtual god, so why can it fly?

Could this be the cultivation method that was extremely popular in Xia Country some time ago?

Can humans really achieve this on their own?

At Conani Airport, Bai Wu's figure slowly rose into the air, his eyes pointed directly at the building outside like a sword, and he said with a chuckle:

"Why, I'm here, why don't you come out to welcome me?"

Although the sound was soft, it was heard everywhere.

"I came here for only three things: justice, justice, and damn justice!"

"Just because our Xia country did not participate in this volunteer activity, you farm tools wantonly oppressed and killed our Xia people.

Do you really think there is no one in my country of Xia!!!"

At the end of his speech, the whole city echoed with his voice.

Countless farm tools looked up in horror.

Although they did not understand what was said, they could clearly feel the anger contained in it, and felt a chill all over their bodies.

Inside the building, almost everyone's expressions became solemn upon hearing the voice.

Sure enough, there are no empty knights under the great reputation.

Just this one thing, almost no one among them can do it.

"Everyone, is there anyone willing to meet this white fog for a while?"

Alfred's eyes swept across all the human forms in the room.

But no one is a fool. One cannot defeat Bai Wu by himself, so why be the first to take action?

There is hope only if we work together.

A burly figure slowly walked down the stairs of the building, looked up at the white mist on the screen, and revealed an interested look.

"I'll go."

"Mr. Kongshi, you should come out later."

Alfred persuaded.

At least we have to let others consume the power of the white mist first, so that Kongshi can come out and reap the benefits.

"Oh, no need."

Kongshi waved his hands. He didn't need such a small trick to deal with a third-level person.

The other human beings present looked at him.

Although they have arrived together for several days, they have basically had no contact with the third-level human body in the United States.

All I saw was the horrifying scene of him killing a god with one palm.

This kind of strength is far beyond theirs.

This is also why other countries will follow suit and speak out.

With this person around, it would be difficult for Bai Wu to survive, and they don't need to put in much effort.

"Well then, I'll have to trouble Mr. Kongshi for this battle."

Alfred imitated the etiquette of the resurrection monks and clasped his fists towards Kongshi.

But there was no time to wait for Kongshi's response, because he had already stepped into the sky and headed towards the airport.

In just a blink of an eye, a dark shadow like an empty stone tower appeared in the camera of the live broadcast room. It looked at the white fog indifferently and went straight to the point and spoke:

"Young man, if your cultivation is only at the second level, you should bow your head here today."

"This big black guy can actually fly, and he doesn't even have any flying objects. Does this mean that he has a very high level of cultivation?"

"According to what he said, it's probably level three or even higher."

"I'm not just afraid, he is a level three player. The United States has announced his existence before."

When the audience in the live broadcast room saw this scene, they recalled the knowledge of cultivation that Bai Wu had taught them, and their spirits suddenly became tense.

With this appearance, he is undoubtedly a master.

Bai Wu looked at Kong Shi, and he felt a familiar aura from this man.

"A disciple of the Pure Land Temple?"

he asked tentatively.

Kong Shi's fleshy face froze as he stared at the white mist.

Seeing his reaction, Bai Wu realized that his guess was correct, and then asked:

"Does your ancestor have a being called Yuanxin?"

The two monks who appeared on the city wall of Juyao City that year were one of the reasons why he let go of those low-level practitioners in Jingtu Temple who knew nothing.

With the Buddhist practice of those two monks, it may be possible for them to turn around the Pure Land Temple and add strength to the human race.

"Are you also from the cultivation world?"

Hearing his question, Kong Shi's momentum slowed down slightly.

"If that's the case, you can leave today and I'll spare your life."

"Haha, that's not necessary. Just answer my question first."

Bai Wu said with a hint of sneer.

The soul of the Pure Land Temple and the body of farm tools, this is really a perfect match.

Kong Shi's expression suddenly darkened, but he still replied:

"Yuan Xin is the founder of another sect of the human race, the Heart Sect, but he was born in our Pure Land Temple."

"It seems that Yuanxin also feels that the Pure Land Temple cannot be saved. You and the old monk named Kongxing are the best examples."

Bai Wu sighed faintly, then changed the subject, speaking sharply:

“But it’s okay, since I was able to kill your Pure Land Temple with one sword three hundred years ago.

Today, why not strike one more time with the sword? "