Chapter 874: Fighting the Holy Lord

"The surprise is yet to come!" Zhang Jun snorted coldly, held the mace in his hand, kicked his right foot to the ground, and flew into the air diagonally, running straight towards the Holy Lord. Due to the excessive strength and speed, his body cut through the airflow, pulling out a long stream of white air, like a white rainbow, and making a booming sound similar to that of an airplane breaking through the sound barrier. This kind of power, this kind of murderous intention, startled Yang Tianxuan, Yang Tianji and others and subconsciously stepped back.

The remaining eleventh-level god gave a fierce shout, held a copper hammer as big as a man's head, and ran forward like the wind to meet him. This copper hammer is a magical weapon. It seems small in size, but it actually weighs 1,800 kilograms. It is a murderous weapon. This eleventh-level god has fought against masters several times. Every time he used the copper hammer, he could kill the enemy with one hit, so he was extremely confident in his own strength.

"Death!" The eleventh-level god held the handle of the hammer with both hands. The copper hammer fell like a meteor, and the air flow exploded like thunder.

Seeing the momentum of the divine warrior, Yang Tianxuan and Yang Tianji breathed a sigh of relief. They knew that at least this attack would not defeat them. The huge force of 1,800 kilograms is not something that anyone can bear, let alone this divine warrior. He also has amazing divine power! Zong Yuan and Hei Ba Lang had a hint of sneer on their lips. They were the ones who knew the details of Zhang Jun. The mace didn't look big, but when it was in the ancient holy land, it weighed tens of thousands of kilograms. Even in the real world, its weight has reached 13,670 kilograms, which is 17 kilograms heavier than Monkey King's golden cudgel in the mythology!

"flutter!"

The sound sounded very weird, like a brick hitting a metal mountain at high speed. The mountain was not affected at all, but the brick was blown away. That's right, the magical weapon that weighed 1,800 kilograms and contained the divine forbidden power was immediately blown away. At the moment of contact, the divine prohibition inside it was directly obliterated by the huge force of the 13,670 kilograms of treasure mace, and exploded into a ball of talisman light that dissipated.

Then, the copper hammer turned fiery red in an instant, turning into hot copper juice and splashing backwards. This is because the energy emitted by the treasure mace is so great that the temperature of the copper hammer rises sharply after suffering a horrific collision, and it melts directly into copper liquid at high temperatures. Not only was this copper juice extremely hot, but it also sputtered faster than bullets, with strange whistling "threads" falling on the face and body of the divine warrior.

"Ploppap!"

One of his faces was shot into a hornet's nest, and the burning smell spread everywhere. At the same time, the copper hammer failed to stop the speed of the treasure mace at all. It suppressed it like a big mountain and blew up the divine warrior with a "plop". That's right, it's just one hit! Whether it was bones, muscles, or internal organs, they all turned into blood mist under this shocking blow.

The pungent blood mist suddenly bloomed like a gorgeous flower, making Yang Tianxuan and others stunned. Even the Holy Lord's pupils shrank suddenly, as if they were the ones who were hit by that.

Destroying the divine warrior with one strike was as easy as killing an ant. Zhang Jun advanced without slowing down and headed straight for the Holy Lord. At this moment, he had the determination to kill and the belief to win in his heart, all of which turned into a terrifying murderous intention and exploded without reservation.

The look of surprise on the Holy Master's face flashed away, replaced by a contemptuous smile. This smile made Zhang Jun's heart tremble. Could it be that he had some back-up plan?

Six level ten gods roared and killed Zhang Jun desperately. It's a pity that they are so powerful that they are vulnerable to the current Zhang Jun. The mace only waved twice gently, which is exactly what the novel said: If you hold on more, you will die, if you knock on it more, you will die. , The skin is broken and the tendons are bruised! This is Zhang Jun's trump card. As long as it touches it, you will be killed or injured, and it will never end well.

Six tenth-level gods, like six fireworks made of flesh and blood, bloomed one after another, making the scene extremely bloody. At this moment, a thunderous sound of fighting came from outside the Yuqing Secret Realm, which shook the Yuqing Secret Realm violently.

Time goes back to the time when Zhang Jun was waiting outside the tower of Yuqing Secret Realm. At that time, there was an unknown place in the wilderness, surrounded by endless gray images. An old man with white hair more than ten meters long sat motionless in the void. His face was very old, and his white eyebrows were as white as snow. He kept his eyes closed, and little monk Wutian was kneeling in front of him.

Wutian was respectful, bowed his bald head deeply, and bowed to the white-haired old man again and again: "Master, I have gone through all kinds of hardships and finally found you. Why don't you say anything? Is it because I didn't do a good job?"

The white-haired old man slowly opened his eyes. His eyes had no pupils, only two snow-like whites. They looked eerie. He asked calmly: "Why are you here?"

"To save Master from the prison." The young monk Wutian said respectfully.

"Can you help me leave now?" the old man asked.

"No." Little Monk Wutian sighed, "Master is suppressed by three holy-level talismans, and the disciples are unable to break it."

"Since I can't, why should I talk to you anymore? It's more cost-effective to just rest quietly." The old man said coldly.

After a while, the white-haired old man's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly smiled "hehe" and said: "Three years ago, this demon group suddenly felt a burst of vitality. I knew that the opportunity was rare, so I did not hesitate to spend my energy to teach you magic skills from a distance. Now that you have succeeded in your demonic skills, you have not let me down."

At this time, the old man listened for a while, and then asked coldly, "Do you know that there are thousands of disciples in the entire Zen sect, and your qualifications are average, why did I choose you alone?"

"Disciple doesn't know." Wutian said truthfully.

"Because you have a heart to become a strong man at all costs. Only with your will can you practice the spirit-swallowing ** of this demon! And after practicing the spirit-swallowing **, you can enter the ancient holy land and use demonic power to defeat the enemy. Opening the barrier, you have obviously succeeded." The old man narrowed his eyes at Wutian, "And since you can't save this devil, why did this devil let you go through all the hardships to get here?"

He began to explain without waiting for Wutian to ask, and a deep smile began to appear on his face: "Because this devil's glimmer of hope fell on you. It's just a pity that in order to get this glimmer of life, this devil , you must be sacrificed.”

Wutian's little face changed color in shock, and then he saw a snow-white crystal palm pressing on the top of his head, and a vast spiritual thought rushed into his sea of ​​consciousness, erasing all his consciousness. His body swelled up like a balloon until it returned to normal a few minutes later. However, at this moment, Wutian's eyes were dull and bleeding from all seven holes.

The white-haired old man's muscles had dried up and shrunk, and he had turned into a mummy, sitting there motionless. After a few breaths, Wutian's heartbeat resumed, and his eyes gradually brightened, and then the forest was like hell, flashing with cold light.

"The spirit-swallowing gun is so wonderful that it can not only swallow other people's strength, wisdom and luck, but also transport everything about myself into another body. Haha, I am no longer Jue Tian, ​​but There is no law, no law!" After saying this, he glanced at the body that had turned into a mummy, with a holy symbol attached to its back and left and right shoulders. However, these three magical talismans can no longer sense him at all, let alone suppress him, because his aura is no longer that of Jue Tian Demon Lord, but that of Wu Tian!

"Haha!" He shouted loudly, opened the barrier with a wave of his hand, and disappeared.

"It's so wonderful that there is a pure body! This demon can't wait any longer. I want to find her immediately and occupy her body!" The old demon's voice vibrated in the space and lasted for a long time.

Not long after the old devil escaped, Zhang Jun and four others entered the Yuqing secret realm. About a quarter of an hour later, a ray of silver light landed outside the tower of Yuqing Secret Realm. If Zhang Jun saw this person, he would definitely recognize him as the great sage who gave him the green leaves. In the valley that year, Zhang Jun personally witnessed this boss crossing the threshold and successfully promoted to Xiansheng Daojun.

Because this man took a beauty-preserving elixir when he was young, he still looked fifteen or sixteen when he was over a hundred years old. In addition to his profound knowledge, he was known as Mr. Ageless. Unexpectedly, this ageless appearance became the inner demon of Mr. Ageless. It was not until he was one hundred and thirty-three years old that he defeated the inner demon and began to attack the saint. Later, he became a powerful sage, but he did not abandon his early nickname and still called himself Taoist Immortal Lord.

Just as Taoist Lord Bu Lao was about to enter the secret realm, his expression suddenly changed. He saw the shadow of the gate of the tower flickering, and the Corpse Demon and Jiang Laoer appeared. The two men received the message from Yang Tianxuan not long ago and immediately rushed over to intercept Taoist Lord Bulao to prevent him from ruining the good deeds of both parties. These people have their own desires. The Holy Cult and others want to seize the luck of Zhang Jun and others in the ancient holy land and become the Master of Yang Tian; Zu and others hope to consolidate their status in the Middle-earth cultivation world by assisting Yang Tianzhu. The interests of these people were closely intertwined and there was no conflict, so they cooperated in unison.

Jiang Daojun held up his hands as a gift, chuckled and said, "No, brother, long time no see!"

Taoist Master Bu Lao frowned slightly: "Jiang Laoer, I have important matters to enter the Yuqing Secret Realm, and I have no time to catch up with you. Please get out of the way."

The corpse demon laughed sadly: "If you want to go there, you must first pass this level."

Taoist Lord Bu Lao stared at the divine light, and a ray of holy power was released. A ten-mile bright light appeared behind his head. In the bright light were pagodas, small bells, knives, forks, swords, halberds and other weapons condensed with runes. , these weapons vibrated slightly, locking onto the corpse demon with infinite murderous intent.

The corpse demon chuckled sharply: "It's just a new sage, don't show off in front of this demon lord, or I'll break it!"

The corpse demon scolded lightly, and the area within ten miles suddenly became dark, turning into a gloomy Shura ghost realm. Everywhere was wrapped in black mist, and there were evil spirits, demons, yakshas, ​​monsters and other evil forms inside. The earth is revealed, ghosts cry and wolves howl. The black mist and the bright light collided directly, like two small worlds colliding, bursting out with bright light, billions of thick black and white thunder and lightning exploded in the void, and countless runes condensed and shattered.

This kind of power is like two celestial rivers flowing backwards, thousands of mountains colliding, the sky turning upside down, the mountains and rivers hanging upside down, making the stars and the moon dim, the sky and the earth darkening, just like the end of the world is coming, and a great disaster is coming. But with just one touch, the bright light disappeared, the black fog also disappeared, and everything became calm again, as if nothing had happened.

The corpse demon's body swayed slightly, and layers of black lotus sprouted from his body, lifting him up into the air. The dazzling white light turned into a golden lotus at the feet of the Taoist Lord Bulao, which also held him in the air. Obviously, the blow just now, the manifestation of the power of one demon, was half a pound, and no one suffered any loss, and no one gained by chance.

Jiang Daojun sighed, and then said: "No, brother, you are such a majestic and powerful person, why are you so angry over a little person? I tell you the truth, I am not the only two involved in this matter, there are four others in the secret realm Ancestor wants to take down Zhang Jun, even if they pass my level, you can't stop them."

"Do your best and leave the rest to fate." The expression on the face of the Immortal Taoist was not visible. He just said it coldly, and then shook his right hand. A half-meter-long Emei thorn appeared out of thin air. It was flashing with purple lightning, crackling and vibrating all the time. The sharp murderous intent emanated from it, shocking people's hearts.

"Thunder thorn!" Jiang Daojun's face changed. He took out a nine-section steel whip with a solemn expression and said solemnly, "The battle of the manifestation of the saints, the heavens are shocked and the gods are angry. Brother Bu Lao, you must think clearly!"

The Immortal Taoist did not answer, but shouted: "Here!"

The Thunder thorn turned into a flash of lightning, as fast as light, and hit the corpse demon in an instant. The corpse demon is an evil thing, and lightning is very strong and yang, which can restrain it. Sure enough, when the Thunder thorn arrived, the corpse demon let out a sharp scream, and somehow there was an iron bowl in his hand. He turned the bowl outward and aimed it at the Thunder thorn.

This Thunderbolt is a divine forbidden magic weapon of the peak of the Manifestation of Sainthood. It contains a thunderbolt divine forbidden, which can emit thunderbolt magic, with infinite power, and is specifically designed to kill evil. It pierced into the iron bowl at once, as if billions of thunders exploded in the mouth of the bowl, and dense and thick electric fire continued to spray out from the mouth of the bowl. The corpse demon's hands kept shaking, his black hair moved without wind, and his charming face became extremely ferocious at this moment.

Jiang Daojun also took action. He shouted loudly, and the nine-section steel whip in his hand was whipped into the air. Only nine "snap" sounds were heard, and nine whip shadows as thick as telephone poles floated out of the void, and then fell fiercely on the Immortal Daojun.

"Nine Whips of Desolation!"

The nine whip shadows merged into one, as if they were real, with the power of wind and thunder, the power of splitting the sky, and whistled heavily towards the forehead of the Immortal Daojun. If this hit was real, it would definitely blow up his head. But strangely, the Immortal Daoist Lord did not dodge. He just smiled coldly and disappeared out of thin air. The shocking blow also landed in the air, creating black cracks in the void.

"Oh no! This is one of his clones. His real body must have gone to the secret realm. Chase him!" Jiang Daoist Lord was anxious and immediately led the corpse demon into the Yuqing Secret Realm.

Zhang Jun blew up six level 10 gods with his mace. He snorted coldly and swept his mace towards the Holy Lord who was close at hand. The Holy Lord's eyes flashed, and his right hand shook. A one-foot-long black Ruyi appeared. It was unknown what the black Ruyi was made of. It was neither gold nor jade. A black cloud appeared on each side. The small cloud seemed to hide three thousand worlds, mysterious and unpredictable.

The treasure mace swept one end of the black Ruyi, causing the black cloud to roll, but the black Ruyi itself did not move at all. Zhang Jun felt a strong force rebounding back, making his arms numb. However, the Holy Lord was not feeling well either. He felt an extremely overbearing and terrifying force being transmitted to him through the Black Ruyi. The arm bone holding the Black Ruyi broke with a "crack", and the five fingers were connected and exploded into blood.

The Holy Lord's face changed, and he took the Black Ruyi with his left hand and shook it gently. Two black clouds flew out, growing longer when they met the wind, and finally turned into two black strongmen. The two strongmen were three meters tall, and there was a black line under their feet connecting them to the Black Ruyi. One of them held a door-like saber, and the other carried a five-meter-long spear as thick as a calf.

The two of them used a spear and a knife, one for close attack and the other for long-range combat, and they killed at the same time.

Zhang Jun did not retreat, but was full of fighting spirit. He let out a long roar, swung his treasure mace, and swept towards the spear first. With a "clang", the spear body roared and shook continuously. The black strongman holding the spear had a crack in his palm and almost couldn't hold the gun. At the same time, the giant saber fell down. Zhang Jun shrank back and pointed the mace at the tip of the saber.

"Break it for me!"

"Ding!"

The black warrior holding the saber staggered back, and the saber broke from the tip of the saber, turning into black gas and falling into the black Ruyi. Zhang Jun fought harder and harder, his eyes wide open, and shouted angrily: "Destroy!"

Under the absolute power, a stream of true power sprayed out, turning into a sound arrow and hitting the black warrior who had lost his weapon. The sound arrow came so fast that the black warrior had no time to dodge and could only grab it with his hands.

"Boom!"

The sound arrow was so powerful that it directly broke his palm and pierced into his forehead. The black warrior groaned, and his body scattered and returned to the black Ruyi. One less, the remaining one was no match. Zhang Jun smashed him with two maces in a row, and he disappeared into thin air.

Such a fierce attack, such a tyrannical force, the Holy Lord was also frightened. He didn't have time to say anything, he put away the Black Ruyi, and a red light rose behind him. The Vermillion Bird rose again, and it shot a red light from each of its eyes, piercing Zhang Jun's eyes.

Zhang Jun snorted coldly, and without even using the treasure mace, he instantly punched the air twice. The two punches were thrown, and a violent wind suddenly rose, and thunder bursts, and the fists intertwined, forming a force field in front of him. Within this force field, all forces will be affected. This is the privilege of his absolute power, called the absolute force field!

"Shh!"

After the two rays of light with amazing heat that could burn everything entered the absolute force field, they suddenly collapsed and turned into a rain of fire that fell all over the sky, burning the void for a while, but not a drop fell on Zhang Jun.