Seeking the Way of Immortality

Zuolu Luohan's cheeks swelled up on the spot, and with his chubby face, there was no sense of disobedience. Only the bright red fingerprints on his face and the sharpness in his eyes showed his mood at the moment.

"Luohan, am I destined to be with Buddha?" Wu Zheng leaned over to look at Zuolu Luohan, smiling and speaking.

"People like you who despise Buddha should go to Avici Hell!" Zuolu Luohan narrowed his eyes and spoke fiercely.

"You don't know when you are about to die. What gave you this foundation?" Wu Zheng said disdainfully.

Above the sky, lightning and thunder roared, and the wind was strong. The Chaos Gourd isolated all the celestial phenomena with its own power. No matter how violent the thunder was, it could not fall into Tianhuang Ridge.

Elsewhere, the strong man from Senluo Realm was forced to retreat again and again by the sound waves of the white bat. Without the help of other strong men, his Senluo Wanxiang was strong, but he could not do anything to the white bat.

In addition, the man was afraid of Bai Fu's identity, so he didn't dare to resist for a while and had to retreat continuously.

Bai Fu didn't care. Anyway, the Heavenly Dao of Honghuang had been blocked by the Chaos Gourd, so he could fight as he wanted.

For a while, the white bat's wings fluttered, and the strong man from Senluo Realm dodged and dodged, bleeding all over.

In Tianhuang Palace, the bald king had closed the roof of the palace, and didn't dare to look anymore, for fear of provoking the anger of the one above his head. If that person wanted to target him, he only needed to make a hole in the Heavenly Dao, and the entire Tianhuang Palace would be instantly annihilated.

"Damn it, this is a big deal." The bald man murmured, with his right hand on his chin, and a deep cautious look in his eyes.

Outside Tianhuang Palace, the sitting deer arhat held a Zen stick, and the sika deer turned into a piece of thin paper again, shooting at Wu Zheng like a sharp arrow. Wu Zheng was well prepared.

With a finger pointing, the white paper sika deer that was flying at a rapid speed was instantly fixed in the void. The immobilization technique was used again, and even the ninth-level sika deer was not a match.

Wu Zheng shook his wrist and put the sika deer into his robe sleeve. To be able to serve as the mount of the Sitting Deer Arhat, the cultivator must be at least at the peak of Taiyi. It's just that he was brought into the prehistoric world by the Sitting Deer Arhat and could not display his strength.

"Sitting Deer, all your methods are no match for me in the prehistoric world. Either surrender or die." As Wu Zheng's voice fell, the space and time around the Sitting Deer Arhat suddenly began to shrink, and the range that the Sitting Deer could move was instantly compressed, and a sense of suffocation arose from the bottom of his heart.

Even breathing became difficult. Although they didn't need to breathe when they reached their level of cultivation, the substantial pressure from the surroundings made people feel uncomfortable all over.

The Sitting Deer's mind was racing. It was better to live than to die. If he died in Wu Zheng's hands, he would have nothing. If he lived, there might be hope in the future.

Thinking of this, Zuo Lu immediately knelt down in front of Wu Zheng: "Zuo Lu is willing to surrender."

Wu Zheng smiled, his eyes were extremely deep, and he said without any nonsense: "Hand over a wisp of soul."

Zuo Lu had no choice but to hand over a wisp of soul.

The pale golden mini Zuo Lu had extremely strong soul power. Although it was suppressed by the heavenly way of the prehistoric world, it also had a soul in the Taiyi realm. The wisp of soul that was separated was as big as a thumb. Wu Zheng estimated that it was at the peak level of human immortals.

The reason why Zuo Lu handed over so many souls at once was actually to embarrass Wu Zheng. Unexpectedly, Wu Zheng opened his mouth and swallowed Zuo Lu's soul. Zuo Lu had not yet reacted. He only felt that there was a mountain pressing on the soul that was separated, and instantly lost the mental connection with the soul.

Until this moment, Zuo Lu suddenly realized that the human in front of him looked like a peak Mahayana, but the power of his soul was no less than when he was in the Western Buddhist Kingdom.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Zuo Lu's soul was suppressed by the stone tablet, and there was no suspense at all. Not to mention a wisp of Zuo Lu's soul, even if Zuo Lu's complete soul entered Wu Zheng's sea of ​​consciousness, it would probably not make any waves.

After doing all this, Wu Zheng looked at Zuo Lu with a smile: "Zuo Lu, it depends on your performance next."

After speaking, Wu Zheng put away the space-time law that trapped Zuo Lu Arhat, turned around and killed the powerful people around him.

Bullying the space-time ant almost took the life of the space-time ant, and this hatred could only be repaid with blood.

The power of time and space was instantly exerted, and Wu Zheng was like a stream of light. Wherever he passed, no one was a match for him. In just a blink of an eye, several powerful people in the Mahayana realm fell.

The ghost energy on the Fu Tu Ghost Tower was overwhelming. After absorbing many souls, the Fu Tu Ghost Tower's power also skyrocketed, and the suppression of other people's souls reached a new height.

There was no suspense about the outcome. Many cultivators directly used their magical powers that consumed their blood and energy to fly away. Most of the remaining ones were strong men who were entangled by Ming Wudi and others and could not escape.

As Zuo Lu Luohan surrendered to Wu Zheng, the Senluo Realm also suffered heavy losses. In a short time, as many as five people died.

Some strong men directly drove the floating island or the floating continent out, forming an extremely strong defense outside their bodies, and then they did not want to fight, and directly drove the floating island away to another place.

Some strong men do not have floating islands. They can barely fight against Yin Tianyu and others with the fighting style of killing one hundred enemies and injuring eight hundred of their own. However, they can only stare blankly at Wu Zheng or two space-time ants who control the laws of time and space. Some life-saving magical powers are not very effective.

Some cultivators are forced to use their true bodies directly. For a while, there are strong men of various races above the sky. It must be said that their disguise is very good. Even with Wu Zheng's eyes of time and space, he could not find out what their true bodies are at the first time.

There are those grass spirits, whose magical powers are really extraordinary, and they can fight against the ghost fire vine.

There is also the giant dragon with two wings, fighting with Tianhe above the sky. Although Tianhe has recovered his cultivation, his own realm is not high. There is still a lot of gap between him and these strong men who have been immersed in the ninth level for a long time.

Fortunately, two time-space ants came from various places to make up for the loss from time to time. They were burdened with the laws of time and space, and they came and went very quickly. After using their magical powers, they would directly change places and not fight with anyone at all.

For a while, the divine light in the sky trembled, and blood rain continued to fall from the sky, landing on the earth, and disappeared without a trace in an instant, and no one knew where it flowed.

The strong men were fighting fiercely, and the Five Elements Golden Ginseng and the Bashen came out of the earth at some unknown time. The Five Elements Golden Ginseng was wearing armor and holding a spear, with divine light flashing all over his body. A golden light appeared on the tip of the spear, and he quickly shuttled through the earth, stabbing east and west, and fighting happily.