Chapter 442 How Fate Can Defeat Supernatural Power (Third Update)

After hearing Zhuo Yiping's words, the martial saints under his command were stunned for a moment, and the leader asked: "My lord, do you recognize him? Is he the Yijie Yangshen Zhenren?" They were so afraid of the real person in the Minghuang Chariot that they finally The important thing is because the opponent's strength is unknown. It may be a first calamity, a second calamity, or even a third calamity. It seems mysterious and strange. Once the opponent's cultivation level is really confirmed, then either soldiers will come to block it, water will come to cover it, or you can directly escape. , so there is no need to be so panicked.

Zhuo Yiping nodded: "More than three hundred years ago, before I had survived the first catastrophe, I fought with him once in Wanren Mountain, and the result was evenly matched. The Yanbo Lake was created due to the aftermath of our fight. "Because the big lake rarely appears in the middle of the high mountain Wanren Mountain and has beautiful scenery, it is very famous.

What Zhuo Yiping didn't say was that at that time, both of them had pseudo-level transcendence magic, and he was barely even. However, more than three hundred years later, the other party could only survive one catastrophe, which was the same as himself, but he would still be able to survive. The Tiannan Dragon Vein has been refined into the fist, and it can partially borrow the power of the Tiannan Earth. Coupled with the luck of heaven to suppress the opponent, there is no reason to fail.

So Zhuo Yiping was full of confidence and wanted to catch up with this old acquaintance who came to his door. As for the lack of whim, because the other party would definitely deceive Tianji, Zhuo Yiping didn't care much.

After being affirmed by Zhuo Yiping, the martial saints all breathed a sigh of relief and thought to themselves: "It turns out that these are enemies that the prince has fought against before, not some new mysterious Yang Shen Zhenren. That's good, that's good. Since everyone knows the basics, it will be easy to deal with him. Since he and the prince are both Yang Shen Zhenren, with the prince’s strength and the fact that he is fighting on the land of Tiannan, even if he cannot be killed, he can be defeated easily. "

So they all said together: "Then I wish the prince a successful victory."

Zhuo Yiping nodded slightly, waved his sleeves, and walked out of the hall.

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Because it was covered by a bright yellow curtain, those martial arts monks could only see a vague figure in a plain green robe sitting calmly, but even so, every time they glanced at the figure in the bright yellow demon chariot, they would have thoughts. The shuddering feeling of fear turned into shrinking and not daring to look directly.

Moreover, the many martial arts monks who followed the Minghuang Agarwood Chariot were extremely quiet, waiting and brewing in silence. As for whether they were brewing joy, confidence, despair, and collapse, they could only wait until Zhennan Wang Zhuoyiping took action. Only later can we know.

In the silence, the bright yellow agarwood chariot flew towards Zhennan Prince's Mansion, as leisurely as if on an outing in the wild.

When Wei Peining, Gu Canghai, Ji Ming, Lu Dayuan and others saw Shi Xuan easily killing the two immortals with one strike of his sword, they all felt joy and excitement in their hearts.

In particular, several disciples who had never seen real people's strength felt unbelievable. The two immortals, who were usually so majestic and majestic that they and others were frightened just by hearing their names, could actually be treated so lightly. Beheading, this made them regain confidence in the path of Taoist cultivation, became optimistic, and yearned for the soul.

Shi Xuan sat cross-legged in the bright yellow agarwood chariot, playing with a ball of white and almost transparent brilliance half the size of a fingernail in his palm. The brilliance was composed of countless white filaments, and each filament carried a chilling, coercive, and aloof connotation. It is a murderous intention from heaven.

After killing Gao Hefeng and Ren Feizhou with one sword just now, Shi Xuan used the "Three Talents Destruction Sword" mental method that had been running, and felt the wisps of blood falling from the sky, stabbing into the body of his luck Jinyun and Yuanshen. With the murderous intention of the sky, he launched his secret method and collected them.

"It's still too little." Shi Xuan said as he looked at this mass of murderous intent from the sky. Outside the Minghuang Agarwood Chariot, as several disciples became more and more confident in the path of Taoism, traces of luck flew intermittently from all directions. , gathered in the sky above the chariot seat, but these fortunes are like rootless trees and sourceless water, swaying, as if they will dissipate again when the strong wind blows.

"Zhuo Yiping is here." Gu Canghai looked at the hundreds of rays of various colors flying from Zhennan Prince's Mansion in the distance, and whispered to Shi Xuan.

Shi Xuan's Yuan Consciousness unfolded, and he naturally discovered it early. After his jaw responded, the Ziying Sword was ready to go.

The five disciples beside the chariot no longer felt as nervous as when the two human immortals were attacking just now, their hearts beating faster and their palms sweating. They felt that even if Master Shi in the chariot could not defeat the Immortal Zhuo Yiping, he could kill the two human immortals with just one sword. With such power, a draw should still be possible.

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"King Zhennan has appeared." The martial arts monks who followed whispered.

Then they continued to remain silent, looking at the sky between the bright yellow chariot and the Zhennan Palace with concentration and concentration. The expectations in their hearts became stronger and heavier.

After flying into the air, Zhuo Yiping appeared, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, a face as sharp as an axe, tough and majestic, with an aura as majestic as a mountain and as calm as the ground. Behind him were many martial saints and masters, neatly surrounding him.

Seeing that the people in the yellow chariot remained silent and just drove the chariot driver forward slowly, Zhuo Yiping smiled and cupped his hands: "We haven't seen each other for many years. Fellow Taoist, take the initiative."

After the words fell, Zhuo Yiping punched out.

As he waved his fist, it seemed to transform into a majestic mountain, heavy and simple. However, compared with when he fought against Shi Xuan, a black, thick, and vicissitudes of earth appeared under this mountain, which was closely connected with the mountain. , let the mountains stand more stable and become higher.

And his fist condensed into substance, turning into countless dark and heavy mountains. At the foot of the mountain, a huge and majestic black dragon vein appeared, rolling and boiling, roaring fiercely, like a real dragon, and connected with the land of Tiannan from afar, constantly absorbing the power of the earth.

Facing it, it was like facing the great power of heaven and earth. I felt that I was so small that it was difficult to resist. I could only surrender and worship.

The disciples around the bright yellow agarwood chariot, such as Ji Ming and Chang Ya, even though they were covered by Shi Xuan's Yuan consciousness and did not have the intention to surrender, they were also uneasy in their hearts. They were overwhelmed by the power of this fist, and their confidence was shaken again. The luck gathered above the chariot shook violently and was about to dissipate.

Only Gu Canghai and Wei Peining had seen the two fight once, so even if this suppression became greater, they could still remain normal.

Many martial arts practitioners behind, on both sides of, and below the bright yellow sandalwood sedan chair were suppressed by the aura and could not help but kneel down in mid-air and worship devoutly. However, it was precisely because they witnessed the might of this punch and felt the great power of heaven and earth contained in this punch that their confidence rose steadily, and they felt that the demon in the bright yellow sedan chair could not resist this punch at all.

"We won!"

"So powerful!"

"Unimaginable might!"

"The power of heaven and earth is completely unmatched!"

"The might of the earthly immortal is really unstoppable!"

"The fist spirit can actually be practiced to this level! Unimaginable, unimaginable, it is really like heaven and earth!"

... Many reactions arose in their hearts, and their confidence and momentum became stronger and stronger.

Just when the confidence of these martial arts monks reached its peak in an instant, the bright purple sword light shot out from the agarwood chariot again, making all the monks who saw this sword light involuntarily think of two words: magnificent and unstoppable, and it seemed to be flickering with four-color light.

The sword light slashed on the black dragon vein, which had no power to resist and was chopped into pieces. It struggled to recover with the connection with the southern land, while the purple sword light continued to penetrate the black peaks without any delay.

In just a moment, Zhuo Yiping's fist was completely penetrated, and then a purple light flashed, and a small blood spot appeared on his forehead before he could react.

"The fate... is with me... why..." Zhuo Yiping muttered to himself blankly, and then blood marks extending in all directions appeared at the small blood spot, and then Zhuo Yiping's body collapsed and turned into blood drops and minced meat.

Clang, the confidence of all martial arts practitioners fell straight down from the highest peak, like pieces of glass shattering. They all looked blank, panicked, and pale. They no longer felt the superiority of Taoist practitioners and the confidence in the road of martial arts.

So what if you practiced hard? Even if you survived the heavenly tribulation and became a terrestrial immortal, like heaven and earth, you are still no match for the opponent's sword.

The leaden clouds rolled in the sky, and a dull dry thunder sounded.

Shi Xuan saw that the heavenly punishment was coming, and quickly used a secret method to collect the murderous intent of the sky, which was about the size of a finger bone.

Lost the target, and after the dull thunder, the leaden clouds disappeared.

Ji Ming, Lu Yao, Chang Yao and others, even including Gu Canghai and Wei Peining, all stared with their eyes wide open, unbelievable. The top figure among the terrestrial immortals who had been blessed by heaven, the Zhennan King Zhuo Yiping, could not even block Shi Xuan's sword. It was completely beyond their expectations. They thought there would be a big battle.

"I'm afraid that Xiao Chuhe's appearance will only result in a tie." This thought came to their minds, and their confidence increased sharply. Our orthodox Taoist sect is no worse than the physical saint, and even better. We cannot underestimate the Taoist path just because we have not cultivated enough.

A trace of white luck gathered from all corners of the Yuanmang World, while the luck of the physical saint path dissipated as they lost their confidence and momentum.

The bright yellow agarwood chariot slowly flew towards the Zhennan Palace. The martial arts monks behind, below, and on both sides did not continue to follow, but stood there in a daze, with an atmosphere of despair, panic, and decadence shrouding them.

The martial saints in front saw the agarwood chariot flying over, and because they had not yet recovered from shock and sorrow, they subconsciously stepped forward to show their martial arts and wanted to stop it.

A four-color sword light flew over, and several martial saints turned into powder.

The masters at the back, seeing this scene, began to tremble with their hands, and many of them seemed to want to fight to the death. But in the end, they lowered their heads and retreated to both sides, letting the bright yellow agarwood chariot fly slowly through them. Their eyes were filled with sadness and pain as they watched the bright yellow agarwood chariot disappear into the northern sky.