Chapter 1287: The Eagle Catches the Chicken (4/6)
I can only say that Miss Ajuan is worthy of being Miss Ajuan.
As a still-developing King of the Divine Realm, he was able to tell the truth at a glance, which deeply impressed the monk.
His eagle is indeed an eagle, but it is not the newer and longer eagle.
The Seven Great Dao Masters headed by Zhou Zhentian are indeed as weak as chickens in the eyes of the monks.
The most terrifying thing for a cultivator is not knowing himself.
The monk has already made this mistake once and will naturally not make it a second time.
He is a sensible man.
Know how to reflect.
I examine myself three times a day.
It’s the monk he’s talking about.
But not everyone is self-aware and capable of introspection.
"Monk! Take my shot!"
There was a vertical row on the opposite side of the Seventh Avenue Master, instilling all spiritual energy into Zhou Zhentian.
They are condensing mana!
I saw six people putting their hands on the shoulders of the person in front, leaning forward slightly, aiming at the monk.
The monk understood instantly.
These seven people used the form of "driving a train" to turn into a very long barrel!
Boom!
The next moment, the leader of the Zhou family, Zhou Zhentian, opened his mouth wide, and countless psychically dense cannonballs exploded from his mouth!
Well……
This novel trick surprised the monk.
What surprised him wasn't because of how powerful this move was.
But I feel that the Taoist priests in this divine realm are not people with normal brain circuits... Why can they come up with such weird tricks!
But having said that, the lethality is still very strong!
The Seventh Avenue Master gathers spiritual energy to one point, which not only shares the pressure of spiritual energy consumption, but also makes the power more concentrated!
The leader, Elder Zhou Zhentian, turned into the abyss of the League of Legends. While leading the people behind him, he began to "spit" at the monk.
The psychic cannon was first released from Elder Zhou Zhentian's mouth, and then instantly grew in size, growing to the size of a cannonball!
The cannonball passed by, splitting the space, and countless cracks appeared.
The bombardment blasted huge craters on the four walls of the chamber.
Golden Lantern: "..."
The power is there, but the picture is so beautiful that the monk is afraid to look at it.
The girl Ajuan next to her was completely dumbfounded with laughter. She was rolling on the ground with her belly in her hands and laughing like a barbell.
The monk did not expect that the Taoist Master of the Divine Realm had degraded to this point.
Try to think of some tricks that are neither interesting nor useful...
"Fancy."
The monk easily dodged the bombardment while moving forward.
The body-protecting Buddha's light on his body lingered around and lit up, making the crimson red moon cassock shine brightly.
From the moment the Buddha's light shines on, dodging is no longer important.
The monk received the cannon head-on, and those psychic cannons bombarded him, and were immediately washed away by the body-protecting Buddha's light and the synchronized Buddha's light, disappearing like a mud cow entering the sea. .
"Monk! Don't underestimate me!" Zhou Zhentian still refused to admit defeat!
He increased the spray speed of the psychic cannon in his mouth!
From five sprays per second at the beginning, to sixty sprays per second now!
Patriarch Zhou Zhentian feels like he has transformed into a human fort!
"Old Zhou! Can you withstand it!"
The other family elders are worried about Elder Zhou's condition.
The human psychic cannon move of the seven-person group was thought up by these seven elders together.
Elder Zhou Zhentian's previous record was only forty sprays per second!
They were worried that Elder Zhou Zhentian’s throat would not be able to support it!
This frequency is too fast, and it is like putting a vibrator in your throat. You will definitely be hoarse and unable to speak the next day.
"Don't give up! I can still do it! I must let this monk learn a lesson!"
At this time, Elder Zhou had already turned red.
He increased his frequency again! ——Seventy sprays per second!
Anger once again stimulated Elder Zhou's physical potential!
This kind of attack speed is really amazing. At the same time, at the extremely high rate of fire, the power of the psychic cannon has also been improved to a certain extent!
However, even so, it still cannot break the body-protecting Buddha's light lingering outside the monk's body.
…
At this moment, Death Tiandao led Zhuo Yi and Sun Rong outside the Daoxuan Hall.
Because there was a fierce battle inside, causing the entire Daoxuan Hall to be destroyed, there was no need to enter the hall to watch the battle...
"Is this... the battle of cultivators in the divine realm?" Sun Rong was stunned.
She looked at the line of Seventh Avenue Masters vomiting madly in front of her, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
"..."
Little did they know that Zhuo Yi and Death Tiandao on the other side were also dumbfounded.
This style of painting is wrong!
The promised battle between cultivators in the divine realm is indeed fierce, but why does it look so ridiculous!
"Senior Zhuo Yi, are they performing the Human Centipede?" The girl opened her mouth slightly in surprise, unable to hide the shock and fear in her expression.
This is so scary that it can’t be overstated to say that it’s blinding!
"Senior Death Tiandao, what on earth is going on?" Zhuo Yi also felt that something was wrong with the picture.
It felt like they had walked into a 4K theater and were watching a gun version of a watermarked movie...
"Well, cultivators in the divine realm have unique combat thinking... This is something that cultivators on earth won't understand. It's normal that you don't understand it."
Death Tiandao cleared his throat and tried his best to explain the battle situation in front of him.
After all, the Divine Realm is also the birthplace of cultivation.
As one of the little golden men of Heavenly Dao, Death Heavenly Dao naturally shoulders the mission of maintaining the divine domain and spreading the culture of cultivation...
"Why are they standing in a row, then, Senior Death Heavenly Dao?" Sun Rong asked.
"Look, the seven Dao Masters have graceful postures, they put their hands on the shoulders of the person in front of them, as flexible as a swimming snake. This is combined with the body movements of "Dragon Out of the Sea", which is probably inspired by lion dance. Cultivation is such a simple subject, you have to find inspiration from the details of life, so that it is easier to break through..." Death Heavenly Dao replied.
"So that's it! And what about the psychic energy balls sprayed from the mouth..."
"This is the performance art of the Dao Masters. They are using this form of magic to warn the world not to spit everywhere. It serves the purpose of protecting the environment and warning the world!"
"As expected of you, you are a senior... This can also be fulfilled..." Sun Rong couldn't help muttering.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing..."
In the Buddha's Golden Lotus, Sun Rong raised her hand again: "Then why was their team dispersed by Senior Jin Deng?"
While the girl was speaking, in the almost destroyed meeting hall of Daoxuan Hall, seven Dao Zuns were slapped by Jin Deng with a Tathagata Palm and flew flat!
The seven Dao Zuns instantly turned into ant-like black dots and were thrown into the sky.
Then, bang bang bang bang bang bang...
One after another, they fell to the ground...
One Dao Zun, one pit.
It just hit seven people in the pit.
Death Tiandao wiped his sweat: "This is the Dao Zun paying tribute to the famous poet Bai Juyi. There is a saying that big and small beads fall on a jade plate...The ground of this Daoxuan Hall is like a jade plate. This is also the performance art of the Dao Zuns..."
Hearing this, the girl was silent.
Then she asked the last question: "But...why did the seven elders vomit blood?"
"..."
Death Tiandao held his forehead.
He couldn't make it up anymore!
Fuck! (a kind of plant)