Chapter 413 (1/2)

Wan Jun's power came, and the old man's face burst into an unnatural red color. His Zen stick trembled in his hand and was knocked off in an instant. His body flew upside down and hit the upstairs of xiafangcheng, arousing dust everywhere.

”No, martial uncle” Jiu Mozhi hurried up with the Tubo king who was still in shock at this time, waved away the colored rubble, looked at the pale old man and exclaimed.

In the void, Yu qingjue looked coldly at the bottom, and then there was a jade seal in his hand. He threw the air transport totem of the Tubo country surrounded by the great song Dali and Xixia air transport totem into the air, which was shining in an instant.

The next moment, when the jade seal was rotating, it shot a golden light and suddenly rushed into it. The gas totem of Tubo was slightly shocked, but then it was frantically struggling, as if a force was colliding in the gas totem.

At this time, when the whole territory of Tubo was tumbling with the totem of air transport, a violent earthquake hit in an instant. Unexpectedly, the houses in the territory could not withstand the impact and collapsed one after another.

”No”

A shrill roar came. The old man looked pale at the countless ruins in the territory. The air was attacked by unknown jade seals. He could see that the national movement of Tibet was gradually weakening. His eyes flashed a strong reluctance. It was only a year or two before he could cultivate himself into a Buddha by virtue of the national movement: ”ah”

The turbulent air wave spread around the old man, and Jiu Mozhi was lifted up in an instant. The king of Tubo was not so lucky. As an ordinary mortal, he was swept by the strong air wave, but was shocked to death in an instant.

Yuqingjue raised his eyebrows and looked at the crazy old man. He couldn't help shaking his head: ”I gave you a chance. You don't understand. If you surrender just now, you can still be included in my territory, and the luck of the country can still help you in your cultivation.”

Hearing the speech, the old man flashed a sharp light in his eyes: ”Murong Fu, you are too much. Destroying my path of cultivation is to kill me. I will not die with you.” as soon as he said that, the real yuan in his body surged and came in an instant, and a Buddha's big hand seal was covered in the air.

The magnificent palm print fell from the sky with a fierce vigorous wind. Yu qingjue, who was under the attack, looked indifferent. He didn't look at the big palm print. He gently pointed, a sword galloped out, and broke the big palm print in an instant: ”since you are stubborn, I'm not polite. Next, I won't be merciful.”

When the old man heard the speech, he snorted coldly, turned into a streamer, moved his feet, and came to yuqingjue in one step. A bright Buddha light came out in the palm of his hand, and pressed it on the mouth of the people in front of him.

Yuqingjue's eyes flashed fiercely, his body was slightly for a while, and the body shield rose in horror. The old man's magnificent palm was bounced back by the strength of the air shield. Taking advantage of the old man's real yuan, yuqingjue raised his hand with a sword pointing at the old man's eyebrow: ”broken”

”Buzz”

The old man's face became stiff when he drank with a sonar. The bright sword came out of the back of his head and rowed into the distant mountain, arousing dust all over the sky. A huge sword pit appeared in front of the people.

Then, the old man's breath slowly weakened and fell from the air. His godless eyes showed that his life was coming to an end. Only one mouth of Benming Zhenyuan carried a trace of breath.

Jiu Mozhi turned pale when he met him. The old man was the strongest in the Vajra sect. He couldn't even stop the other person's move: ”martial uncle.” he rose up in a moment and held the fallen old man in his arms. Zhenyuan in his body was introduced into his body to treat the old man.

But the old man shook his head: ”it's useless. The yuan God was broken up. The life in the body is really ten to nine.”

Yuqing Jue looked at all this indifferently, and then said coldly, ”jiumo Zhi, can I surrender now? If I'm doing it, the whole Vajra sect will be destroyed.”

Jiumozhi smelled the words and looked at yuqingjue in the sky with a look of hatred. There was a riot in Zhenyuan in his body, so he had to get up and go to work hard. However, the old man in his arms grabbed his clothes: ”jiumozhi, forget it, you can't beat him.”

Jiumo Zhi shook his head and his eyes twinkled with sharp essence: ”even if I can't fight, I'll fight to death.”

The old man shook his head weakly: ”I see it too. Everything is destiny. Since almsgiver Murong can bring the country's luck, God wants to take his hand to dominate the world. Now it seems that only a sneak attack can hold the King Kong sect.”

Jiumo Zhi listened quietly. He just clenched his hands, but his green tendons burst one by one, which showed his inner unwillingness. As the old man said, it was only a moment to destroy the whole Vajra sect with the strength of resisting qingjue. Now if you want to keep the orthodoxy, you have to surrender: ”I'm not willing.”

When the old man heard the speech, he said intermittently, ”remember that the King Kong clan's Taoism is great.” as soon as he finished, a true yuan of his life dispersed and his soul returned to the underworld.