Chapter 278 At the end of the first war, the Buddha went to war.
In a short moment, the body of the son of the demon was covered with tens of millions of sword lights. His proud hard fur turned into powder, which could not stop the sharp sword at all.
"Ten-way sword, Zhuxin Sword Array!"
Wu Junyan looked at the son of the human demon who burst into a blood fog and whispered.
"Rumble..."
After a few breaths, the soul of the son of the human demon was blocked in his body by the sword array and turned into nothingness with his body.
In the battlefield, it gradually became quiet.
Without the pain of the son of the human demon, and the sound of the space explosion at the time of war.
The thick fog retreated, and Wu Junyan was the only one standing in the broken void.
Although the whole body is stained with blood, it is scarred.
However, all the proud people did not dare to show the slightest look of indisrespect and sarcasm, and some were only a strong awe and shock.
Every sword that Wu Junyan just wielded is to arrange a shocking sword array, so that he has the power to completely erase the son of the devil and defeat the strong with the weak.
This battle also seriously injured Wu Junyan and shook the foundation.
The heart burst with the son of the devil, and the body was full of holes, and it was difficult to find a good place.
The ending was settled, and everyone was shocked and shocked.
Wu Junyan's performance exceeded the expectations of countless people.
"He actually won..."
Countless young people were shocked and unaccepted.
"How can it be like this?"
The senior officials of Xuanjimen are well aware of the horror of the son of human demons, otherwise they would not have been able to tie him up with Taoist chains. However, it is ridiculous that the son of the human demon was killed by Wu Junyan.
"Qingzong's ten-way swordsmanship is really extraordinary."
The well-informed old guys looked solemn and were particularly afraid of the Qingzong, and they didn't want the Qingzong to be revived.
The boundary of the battlefield was opened, and Wu Junyan dragged his seriously injured body and slowly walked to the lonely sky. His eyes were blurred and he almost fainted.
Fortunately, Wu Junyan's willpower was very amazing. He came to Dugu Changkong, raised his hands trembling, and bowed: "Disciple, I'm not ashamed of you."
"Uh-huh."
Looking at the competition of the only apprentice, Dugu Changkong stretched out his right hand and performed Taoism in the air to treat him.
The look in his eyes was very gratifying.
"Have a good rest!"
Dugu Changkong arranged a safe space nearby, allowing Wu Junyan to go in and recuperate his body, and he should not fall behind.
It was not until Wu Junyan closed the seclusion and recuperated, that everyone woke up and accepted this fact.
"Since ancient times, the Northern Wasteland has never lacked outstanding people."
This sentence is not just saying, but after the test of time.
The defeat in the first battle is not a good thing for the top existence of Dizhou.
If you lose another game, it means that you have nothing to do with the fragments of the imperial soldiers.
The old antiques on the bridge have made a vow and must act in accordance with the agreement.
"You can't lose the second game again."
In the Kunlun world, a group of old guys who were about to go to discuss.
"Who will let you go?"
Few of the people of the same age in Dizhou have the strength to push the eight wildernesses.
Many saints and saints of ancient sects are not considered by the older generation at all.
"Xuanyi Zhenren, it should be okay!"
An old man proposed a person's name.
Hearing this, the faces of the rest of the strong people changed slightly and began to think about it.
The imperial state is extremely prosperous, and the new generation is full of demons. However, this matter is related to the fragments of the imperial soldiers, and the most suitable candidate must be selected.
In order to win, Xuan Jimen was not afraid of being discussed by the world at all, and exposed all the affairs of the son of the devil.
Unfortunately, the son of the devil is dead.
Hundreds of stars, in the void.
Dugu looked at the thick fog vortex above and talked to the group of top beings: "Next."
"Wait a minute."
The hoarse sound came from the vortex.
Dugu Changkong pinched his fingers and frowned slightly, which was a little bad.
"Those guys will definitely not give up the imperial soldiers. I'm afraid the second battle is not that simple. Maybe it will cheat."
Dugu Changkong turned his head and looked at Chen Qingyuan and others, and said secretly.
The forces of all walks of life in the world watched the bustle and talked about the war.
Half an hour later, a young man in blue came from a distance.
Riding a chariot made of wood, his long hair was tied with cloth, his face was white, handsome and cold, and he looked young.
However, the eyes of the man in blue were very deep, as if he had gone through endless vicissitudes, and there was an indescribable taste.
"Who is he?"
The monks watching the bustle all stared at the man in blue and looked at each other in anstery, and no one could show their identity.
"I've never seen it. Is it the evil that is secretly cultivated in which holy place?"
A group of Mahayana monks communicated with each other and did not inquire about the origin of the man in blue, which made them very confused.
"Look at his bone age, about 400 years old, but it exudes the smell of a period of fit. Such talent is enough to crush the world, but I have never heard of it. It's too strange!"
Under normal circumstances, it is already a pride to be able to practice until the combination period around a thousand years old. Ordinary monks can't practice this level in their whole life.
Du Gu squinted in the sky and looked up and down at the man in blue.
The bone age is indeed under 500 years old, but the soul in the body is not.
"Reincarnation is a little tricky."
Du Gu Changkong said coldly.
"Little Doyle, you can't compare with your Excellency."
The man in blue smiled and said modestly.
"If you show up now, aren't you afraid of being remembered by people with intention?"
This man showed his face when he practiced in the period of combination. It seems that the Kunlun world is very coveting the fragments of the imperial soldiers.
"Regordly, my reincarnation is also a young generation. I don't know if I can participate in the war?" The man in blue deliberately used the excitation method: "Of course, if you don't have the courage to fight, just admit defeat. After all, the content of the appointment does not prohibit the transferee from action, and I didn't foul.
The two used voice to talk, but the outside world didn't know.
Reincarnation is simple to say, but difficult to do.
It's good to have a hundred big monks to succeed.
As for the snatching up, it is not a rebirth, but a way to borrow the body.
The man in blue used to be the top of the divine bridge, the Taoist name - Xuanyi Zhenren.
In his previous life, when he had only a few hundred years left, he let it go. He was lucky enough to fight for the second life and envied countless fellow Taoist friends.
Later, many people followed him, and now the grave grass is three meters high.
You can't see or touch this kind of thing.
Some people can succeed, and some people fail no matter how hard they try.
"Nature can fight."
Du Gu Changkong muttered.
Then, Dugu Changkong turned to face Chen Qingyuan and Daochen Buddha, ready to discuss.
Chen Qingyuan and Xuan Yi looked at each other, under great pressure, as if they were targeted by some horrible existence, and there was a chill on his back.
"I'll go!"
Chen Qingyuan said to the Taochen Buddha, ready to go.
In the battle with the strong, Chen Qingyuan should not be afraid. He must face the difficulties and stabilize the Taoist mind.
"Let the poor monk go!"
The Taoist Buddha was originally protecting Chen Qingyuan. How could he be in danger?
With that, the Buddha took a step forward, directly walked out of the boundary of the Buddha beads, and did not give Chen Qingyuan time to react.