Chapter 1064 (1/2)
When Yan Chuan and Meng Rongrong are talking!
Meng Wenruo and his wife are celebrating the autumn of Mencius.
At the same time, another hill, Wang Jian also opened a killing ring!
”Sing!”
The sword light soars to the sky and kills people everywhere.
In the valley, Su Sanniang frowned.
”Don't worry, it's Wang Jian!” Meng Wenruo shook his head.
When Su Sanniang nodded, she no longer paid attention to it, but worshipped Mencius Qiu again.
In the distance, the sound of killing suddenly stopped. The murderous spirit is restrained.
When the murderous spirit is restrained, Meng Wenruo turns to look.
”Let's go. Wang Jian should have survived. I want to see who wants to deal with Xiaomei.” Meng Wenruo said in a deep voice.
”Well!” Su Sanniang nodded.
They stepped towards the distant hill.
In the distance, a hilltop.
Wang Jian, Jin Dayu, Feng Yin and Yang, coldly look around.
On the earth, there are about 3000 corpses, fragmented and bloody, which dyed the snow-white land red.
Wang Jian Zhang Jian, coldly looking at a dark shadow far away.
”Whew!”
In a twinkling of an eye, a group of figures came quickly.
The first one was the prophet Zhao of the Great Buddha Dynasty.
”Wuliangshou Buddha, is this Wang Jian who has been in heaven? Why do you kill my courtiers? ” Zhao's face was gloomy.
”It turns out that it's the Giant Buddha who makes trouble behind it? Do you remember the pain 200 years ago Jin Dayu suddenly cut in.
The prophet Zhao looks at Jin Dayu. Suddenly his face sank.
More than 200 years ago, under the plan of making gods by Tianji Zong, all the heroes from all over the world rushed to beishenzhou. In the end, kongmoke came back without any success. He was ready to vent his hatred on Dazhen's head. So he led a large number of officials to Yanjing. As a result, he was killed by Dazhen's officials. In that battle, the prophet Zhao was also severely damaged by Jin Dayu.
When enemies meet, they are jealous!
”The Lord Buddha sent his ministers to invite Meng Rongrong. However, we all hurt the killers. Today, no matter who it is, we must give an account to the Buddha.” Zhao said coldly.
”Account? You want to account for your defeat? ” Jin Dayu's eyes are cold.
Wang Jian retreated in time to let Jin Dayu confront the prophet Zhao. After all, it was a long-standing feud between them.
”Jin Dayu, do you think it's still 200 years ago?” Zhao said coldly.
Between the words, Zhao's whole body momentum straight up, suddenly erupted 200 years ago several times the force!
The huge momentum, but also will force the snow below to roll up to the four sides.
”Boom!”
Great momentum is pressing towards Jin Dayu. Obviously, the prophet Zhao wanted to revenge him 200 years ago.
”ShangXu state, twelve levels?” Jin Dayu's pupil shrinks.
The whole body of the prophet Zhao was shining with white light. Looking from afar, he was extremely holy. Probing his hand, there is a little white bell in the palm of the prophet Zhao.
Clock? Seeing the clock, Jin Dayu smiles.
How dare the world compare with others?
”Hum!”
The golden emperor bell suddenly appeared, and suddenly a majestic momentum forced him to leave.
”Jin Dayu, you didn't expect it. In the past 200 years, I have reached the highest level of emptiness. Hum, the shame of that day. Today, I will repay the original amount!” Zhao's eyes were cold.
”In a short period of 200 years, the prophet Zhao went straight from the sixth to the twelfth level? He had a great adventure, too? In a short period of time, you've reached the full circle of emptiness Feng Yin and Yang frowned.
But Jin Dayu doesn't care.
Two hundred years of adventure? How can you compare yourself?
Just as Jin Dayu steps out, Meng Wenruo suddenly grabs Jin Dayu's shoulder.
”Lord Jin, show the enemy's weakness, entangle the prophet Zhao and lead the big fish out!” Meng Wenruo said.
Jin Dayu frowned and finally nodded.
”When!”
Jin Dayu's shenhuang bell rings and throws it to the sky.
The white bell in the hand of the prophet Zhao also made a loud noise and threw it to the sky.
”Boom
Two huge clocks collided.
”Hum!”
Rolling sound waves impact each other. The sound wave of shenhuang bell is golden, while that of white clock is pure white.
Not far away, Meng Wenruo's eyes narrowed.
”What power is this? awe-inspiring righteousness? No, it is more pure and holy than Haoran Zhengqi. Why have you never heard of it before? ” Meng Wenruo frowned.
”Boom!”
The emperor's bell was slightly better than the white bell.
”Well?” Zhao's face changed and he stepped into the sky. In his hands, he suddenly wields a lot of white energy and rushes into the white clock.
As soon as the white energy enters, the power of the white clock rises suddenly.
Jin Dayu's eyes are slightly narrowed, and some golden power is infused again.No one will let the two bells contend.
At this time, Wang Jian is also a cold eye, to see the Zhao prophet brought a group of strong.
There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
”Sing!”
The bronze sword went straight away, and a monk was chopped into pieces under a blood light.
”Ah A group of practitioners exclaimed.
”Hoo!”
Wang Jian killed out, the bronze sword, fiercely cut and killed.
”Ah ”Asshole!” ”Kill him!”
When a group of practitioners were shouting. Wang Jianjian kept killing one cultivator after another.
”Hum!”
A group of practitioners, like the white light of the prophet Zhao, burst out of the white light, suddenly the strength of the surge, but, again, how strong Wang Jian?