Chapter 282 The Prestige of Subduing Technique

Master Wuya glared angrily, and shouted loudly: "What a breath! An evil person like you dare to be called a great master? Let's see how this old man takes your head and kicks it like a ball."

Back straightened, the tiger's body trembled, a surging aura was released from Wu Ya's body, the robe bulged, and the long hair fluttered, as if there was a mighty true essence flowing in his body, overflowing the surging aura from the inside out. Then Master Wuya flipped his palms again, and held a copper coin dharma sword in his hand. With a push of mana, the copper coin sword flashed with streamers of light, and patterns emerged. It was an extremely powerful dharma weapon.

"Su Mengyao, you really have made a good master! Do you want to become like him in the future? People are not people, ghosts are not ghosts." Ye Tian suddenly said to Su Mengyao, not without the intention of joking.

Su Mengyao clenched her teeth tightly, her face was very ugly. Her silence is her acquiescence, and Azan Gu is indeed her master. Ye Tian's guess was correct.

"Ah, Mengyao, that evil old man in the sky is your master?" Ning Xiaoyu was shocked, "Did you get kicked in the head by a donkey? Why do you worship an evil old man as your teacher? You will destroy yourself, do you know that?" ?”

Sun Junhao swallowed in disbelief, feeling terrified. He seemed to understand why Mengyao rejected him again and again, because they were not from the same world at all!

"Hey, let's not talk about it, gods fight, mortals suffer. Let's find a place to hide first." Ning Xiaoyu sighed. Seemingly used to seeing big scenes, she was no longer surprised, and pulled Su Mengyao to leave.

At this time, Azan Gu let out a shrill roar in the air, and the extremely arrogant Wu Ya said, "How dare you compete with Nanyang Immortal Art in the end of the Central Plains? Alright, then I will destroy you first, and let you try it." Taste the power of my Nanyang fairy art."

All I saw was a huge skeleton hand protruding out of the billowing black smoke gathered by countless ghosts. It was the size of a car, and with the power of thunder, it slapped the real Wu Ya with a sudden palm.

Rumbling, trembling in the void, howling wind, and roaring of evil spirits. The world is changing color at this moment.

This giant skeleton palm is formed by the condensation of countless ghosts. It not only has the effect of physical attack, but also the infinite evil energy contained in it can corrode people's souls. If a palm is hit, not only the body will be shattered into a pulp, but even the soul will not be spared. Even if it is lucky enough not to be shattered, it will be corroded into a ghost.

Azan Gu came up with a ruthless move, and the real Wuya felt the pressure. However, he is a great master of mysterious magic arts, and he is not afraid at all. The copper coin sword in his hand has been pushed to the extreme, and he is about to strike with a sword.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred, Ning Xiaoyu originally pulled Su Mengyao away,

Su Mengyao broke free from her grasp suddenly and ran towards the field. She didn't go very far, she rushed under the huge palm of the skeleton in the blink of an eye, raised her head and shouted: "Azan!"

The giant skeleton palm is the size of a car and extremely heavy. Su Mengyao is as small as an ant in comparison. If she is hit by a palm, she will definitely die. Now the big palm is still in the air, but the infinite coercion has already pressed down on the ground, which naturally covers Su Mengyao's whole body, making her feel that her soul is about to be crushed.

This sudden change stunned everyone, including Azan Gu. Su Mengyao is a good apprentice he has chosen out of thousands of times, how could he kill him with a single palm.

There is no need for others to rescue, Azan Gu will take care of himself. However, his big palm has already been swung out, carrying the power of thunder, it is not so easy to stop the momentum.

"Ayao, you...!" Azan Gu yelled sadly. His eyes suddenly became the size of copper bells, and the faint blue glow was even worse. It was obvious that he was doing his best.

The giant palm that was photographed was not retracted in the end, because it could not be retracted at all, but the trajectory changed, and it was photographed a few meters to Su Mengyao's right. There was a bang, the earth trembled, and a palm print of a giant spirit god half a meter deep was photographed on the concrete floor. With such a powerful power, I am afraid that even an armored tank can be shot into a discus.

With a puff, Azan Gu's forceful retreat was still slightly shocked, and he spit out a mouthful of blood. However, these injuries are just drizzle, and the thick Yin Sha is like his nourishing medicine, and the injuries will recover soon.

Everyone in the field gasped, their minds seemed to have been shaken out of focus.

This barbarian sorcery is also very valuable!

"Ayao, what are you going to do?" Azan yelled fiercely, his two old faces turned grim with anger, like a ghost, "If I reacted a little slower just now, you will definitely die today Already!"

The power of the palm pressure just now was still there, Su Mengyao was weak and had difficulty breathing, and felt that she might pass out at any time, but she still stood stubbornly, and said in a trembling voice: "Azan, are you the black-clothed head-down master? Are you Didn't it really kill a lot of people? Are you a bad person? But you didn't tell me that, why did you lie to me?"

Her voice became smaller and smaller, and she even cried at the end.

Azan Gu gritted his teeth and shouted loudly: "Hmph, what a bunch of nonsense! There is no good or evil in magic, just like water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it. My Nanyang subjugation technique is extensive and profound. The black clothes and white clothes are just different forms, and the roads of cultivation are different. As the saying goes, there are three thousand paths, each of which has its own way, and all of them can become enlightened. Outsiders can only see a part of the leopard, and speculate wantonly. They are all nonsense and cannot be believed. A Yao, you must not listen to their nonsense."

"Little girl, don't follow the way of this Nanyang old man." Master Wu Ya said, "It is true that there is no good or evil in magic, but there is good and evil in people. You old man practiced the technique of descending ghosts, not only harming living things People, even ghosts, will go to hell after death. If even you dare to call yourself a good person, there will probably be no bad people in this world. Little girl, if you worship me as your teacher, I will teach you the best The orthodox Taoism of the Central Plains. It is said that the Taoism of the world came from the Central Plains. Nanyang's lowering head technique is just a bandit branch of Maoshan Taoism."

"So what? Your Central Plains magic is incomplete, and it is almost dead. What has been handed down is just some end-of-the-day techniques. On the other hand, my Nanyang magic, which absorbs the strengths of your Central Plains magic, has long since emerged, and is no longer your Central Plains." It can be countered by spells. If it wasn't for my disciple Ayao to stop you, I would have killed you with that palm just now." Azan Gu shouted loudly.

"Green out of blue? Hehehe, shameless. A barbarian is always a barbarian, and the light of the firefly dares to compete with the bright moon?"

"court death!"

"Azan, can you stop killing people? For my sake, let them go, okay? I promise to go to Nanyang with you." Su Mengyao almost begged.

"Not good! The two ghost boys I worked so hard to support were murdered, and the hatred is irreconcilable."

"Azan." Su Mengyao begged again.

"Shut up!" Azan was really angry, his mouth was bloody, and a gust of wind rushed towards him, blowing Su Mengyao away.