Seeking the Way of Immortality

Three hundred moves passed in the blink of an eye, and sweat appeared on the foreheads of Liaoyuan and Wu Zheng. It seems that the battle consumed a lot of energy.

At this moment, Liaoyuan suddenly showed his divine power, and his body and Zen stick merged into one, like a stream of light, hitting Wu Zheng's abdomen fiercely. The Buddha's light flickered, flickering, and Wu Zheng was suddenly careless, and the whole person flew out.

The severe pain from the abdomen forced Wu Zheng to bend down like a big shrimp.

The severe pain made Wu Zheng's face pale, and beads of sweat slid down his forehead. If Wu Zheng had not made some achievements in body training, plus the protection of the "Purple Aurora Shield", he would have been skinned if he didn't die. Liaoyuan's move was really cruel.

Not only that, when Wu Zheng was in pain, Liaoyuan beat the dog who was down, holding the Zen stick and rubbing his body, chasing Wu Zheng relentlessly.

'Clang'.

The Zen stick collided with the purple spear. Wu Zheng barely resisted Yuan's attack and flew out again. At this moment, his previous spirit disappeared, and his previous calmness and stability disappeared. He was in a mess.

Lonely and helpless like a stray dog.

"Brother!" Wu Xuanhuo shouted loudly, with tears in his eyes. Wu Xuan hugged him tightly, fearing that he would rush over regardless of everything.

When did their eldest brother become so embarrassed? Even when facing life and death, at this moment, they brothers wanted to kill all the monks, but they couldn't. There was a group of people on the opposite side who wanted them to take action now so that they would have an excuse to attack them.

"Boss!" Yuan Shuai cried in grief.

"Wu Zheng!"

"Junior brother!"

"Senior brother!"

"Uncle master!"

"Brother Wu Zheng!"

At this moment, all those who care about Wu Zheng couldn't help but speak out. Who is Wu Zheng? He was once a nine-nine thunder robber. He could remain calm in the face of the pursuit and blockade of the entire Dingzhou. Today, he was bullied by a foreign monk. It was simply unbearable.

Just when everyone thought that he would still endure the humiliation of Leyuan, Wu Zheng's originally bent waist suddenly straightened up, and Leyuan was only two steps away from him.

Wu Zheng's mouth curled up a wicked smile. Leyuan was stunned, but the attack in his hand was not slow at all.

At this moment, a stream of light suddenly came out of Wu Zheng's nostrils and shot towards Leyuan.

The stream of light was graceful, like a flying sword, but it didn't look like it. The stream of light whistled with white sword light, the 'nose pill sword', Wu Zheng's full-strength attack.

With a loud 'bang', Leyuan's Zen stick, which had not yet fallen, flew back with him.

The light shield on his body turned into a streak of light at this moment and dissipated into the air. The streak of light transformed by the ‘nose pill sword’ also disappeared.

“What is that? Why is it so powerful?” a cultivator asked in confusion.

The cultivator beside him shook his head and said, “I don’t know. It looks like the power of Wu Zheng’s full-strength attack. I haven’t heard of it before.”

“Well, it seems similar to the pill sword of sword cultivators, but the pill sword of sword cultivators is not as powerful as this magical power.” Another cultivator who seemed to be quite powerful said.

Leyuan’s body appeared in front of everyone. His bright yellow monk robe looked tattered, the divine light on the rosary was dim, and even the Zen stick lost its spirituality because of him.

Wu Zheng would not give up such a good opportunity. He put the purple spear into his body, turned into a stream of light, and punched Leyuan. The stream of light on his fist showed that this was not an ordinary punch.

Without waiting for Leyuan to resist, Wu Zheng’s fists fell like rain, hitting Leyuan’s vital parts all over his body.

"Hmph, you can't kill me." Le Yuan said with a smile, but his frown told everyone that Wu Zheng's fist was not light.

Wu Zheng was surprised to find that there was a faint light shield on Le Yuan's body, which could not be found without careful observation. Wu Zheng knew that this was the divine thought left by the old monster Hua Shen on Le Yuan. He encountered it when he killed Bei Mingxuan that year, but he didn't expect to meet it again here today.

Without hesitation, Le Yuan had already made up his mind to kill him, which was unforgivable. No matter who was standing behind him, Wu Zheng was really angry this time! Just now, he was played like a dog by Le Yuan, which he couldn't stand.

What's wrong with the old monster Hua Shen! It's not like he hasn't encountered it before. If he retreats when he sees a powerful cultivator, then he might as well go home and farm! What truth and what Taoism are he practicing!

Unlike Yan Daohong, Wu Zheng forgave Yan Daohong because Yan Daohong, apart from being a bit mean, at least dared to fight and kill, and would not play tricks on him, and he also gave him a big gift. Even if he wanted to kill him, Wu Zheng would not choose to kill him at this juncture.

After all, the Flame Mountain stood behind him.

But Le Yuan was different. No matter what the reason, if you want to kill or cut me, don't play tricks on me! In this case, then don't blame me!

In public, it is not Wu Zheng's character to not take revenge, otherwise those foreign monks would really regard him as a good man and believer!

The fist condensed golden light. At this moment, Wu Zheng's fist was running with the sharp power of Gengjin. Every punch hit the flesh and every punch was painful.

Le Yuan's screams resounded throughout the sky.

"How dare you, you boy?" The monk of Da Guangming Temple shouted loudly.

"Hmph, what am I afraid of?"

A streak of light followed Wu Zheng's words and chopped directly at Yuan. The pale yellow light shield shattered with a sound. The 'Biwan Sword' that Wu Zheng had concentrated all his strength to attack was not easy to deal with.

The old monster Huashen wanted him to surrender with just a wisp of divine thought, which was simply wishful thinking.

"What's going on? What kind of magical power is this?" The cultivators from all the major sects couldn't help asking.

"Yes! He broke Le Yuan's defense twice, and this time he directly shattered the divine consciousness of the old monster. This kind of magical power has never been seen in my many years of wandering around the world." A cultivator said in surprise.

Everyone couldn't help looking at the cultivators of the Sword-asking Sect. An old man who was about the same age as Xu Yuankai smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I can only say that it is similar to the pill sword, but it is definitely not the pill sword. The power of this magical power is even greater than that of the pill sword, and judging from Wu Zheng's appearance, this magical power should be reusable."

At the moment when the light shield shattered, a transparent phantom of the old monster appeared above Le Yuan's head. It was obviously the phantom of the old monster who arranged the divine consciousness for Le Yuan.

"What? Master Pu Du." One person exclaimed.

"It turned out to be the 'killing monk' Pu Du." Another person said.

Shock appeared on everyone's faces. This is a true peak cultivator of the God of Transformation. To be given the title of 'killing monk', how can he be an ordinary person.

"Amitabha! How dare you, young man!" Pudu said angrily.

Even though he was proficient in Buddhist rituals and had extraordinary skills in cultivating qi, he could not hide his anger in public.

How could the people he brought out get into trouble!

"Humph, what am I afraid of?" Wu Zheng asked back, but his movements were not slow at all. Pudu's pressure did not cause him any harm, and even his movements could not be affected.

Just kidding, he had been baptized by Long Pan's divine thoughts in the Five Elements Jedi, how could the divine thoughts of ordinary Divine Transformation cultivators be comparable.

Over there, a big monk from the Great Guangming Temple slapped Wu Zheng with a big handprint at the moment Pudu appeared.

Wu Xuanhuo could no longer bear his anger, and broke free from Wu Xuan'an's palm, holding the flaming knife in his hand, and slashed at the big handprint.

The scene fell into chaos again.

Wu Xuan'an and Yuan Shuai attacked at the same time, blocking Wu Zheng and Leyuan.

At the same time, Xu Yuankai, the 'Blood Sword' of the Sword-asking Sect, appeared and stood above the two groups of people: "If you want to kill someone, you must be prepared to be killed."

"Hmph, how can you, a cultivator from Dingzhou, kill the monks of my Great Guangming Temple!" The old monk sneered, his hands moving non-stop, and the cultivators from Jingzhou behind him stepped forward one after another, with magic weapons in hand, and the battle was about to break out.

Wu Zheng's eyes suddenly opened wide, and the stream of light reappeared. A huge, shining head soared into the sky, and the Ghost King Seal came up with it, directly suppressing Le Yuan.

At the moment Le Yuan died, the phantom of Pudu's divine consciousness also disappeared.

Divine consciousness is divine consciousness after all. He can know what happened here at the first time, but he can't change anything!

Unless he is willing to consume his true essence, display his great magical powers, and attack Wu Zheng across the void, there is absolutely no possibility. He wants to shock Wu Zheng with a wisp of divine consciousness, but he has found the wrong target!