It was clearly different from the previous energy swords. It formed a streamlined astral wind in front of him like a bullet.
Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with killing intent.
By the time he turned around, it was already too late. He could only instinctively raise his fists, unleash his protective energy, and unleash the Nine Tribulations Thunderblast.
Nine Tribulations Thunderblast!
He crossed his arms and withstood the energy sword with all his might.
However, Wang Chao's move was too ferocious.
Bang!
Zhu Honggong grunted. A gush of air surged up his abdomen uncontrollably to his throat, and blood gushed out.
"Lord Saint!"
Everyone was worried.
Lu Li looked on helplessly.
This couldn't go on.
He could clearly sense that Zhu Honggong's cultivation base was much higher than Qian Jie, who had four Birth Charts. However, he knew too little about Qian Jie's fighting style and techniques.
There were still two spectators on the other side.
I have to think of something.
Zhu Honggong kept flying backward.
The sword energy pressed against him like a venomous snake, biting his fists and not giving him any chance to break free.
Wang Chao revealed a proud smile after his attack succeeded. "That's all you've got. I don't care who you are. Today, I will use your blood as a sacrifice to my sword. "
Zzzt —
The energy swords rang.
Power amplification.
Zhu Honggong's Qi and blood surged. His Extraordinary Eight Meridians were in a mess. His expression was unsightly.
He thought of his Dharmakaya.
"Avatar!"
Buzz.
His Hundred Tribulations Insight avatar appeared behind him.
The eleven golden leaves on the golden bracelet on his back revolved around him, dazzling and eye-catching.
Wang Chao fearfully looked at the eleven golden leaves and said, "It's too late!"
Bang!
The energy sword pierced through his fist.
The power of the sword was reduced by more than half.
It pressed towards his heart.
Bang!
The tip of the sword pierced the heart, but it stopped and made a crisp sound.
"Hmm?" Wang Chao felt strange.
He grinned and said, "What do you think of my zen tunic?"
"Zen robe?"
Wang Chao looked at Zhu Honggong suspiciously. For some reason, he noticed that Zhu Honggong had suddenly become more confident.
That kind of evil confidence.
His lips curled into a smile.
Zhu Honggong said darkly, "How dare you mock me for being short? In that case, I'll chop off your head and close the gap …"
He threw out his gloves.
The Dharmakaya grabbed the gloves.
The huge fist aura was like two mountains, one on the left and one on the right, pincer attacking from both sides.
Wang Chao did not expect the agility of the avatar to reach such a level. This was just a statue created by a cultivator. It could not move as freely as a cultivator. But today, this avatar had refreshed his understanding.
"Sorcery?!" Wang Chao could only define this as sorcery.
He loosened his grip, trying to resist.
The energy fists from both sides charged at him.
Bang!
"Ahhh!"
Wang Chao let out a heart-wrenching scream.
It was like a sandwich.
"Again."
The avatar swung its energy fist again.
Boom!
Wang Chao spurted out a mouthful of blood.
Zhu Honggong leaped up, retrieved his gloves, and stood on his avatar.
Golden rings circled around him.
Eleven blade-like golden leaves spun towards Wang Chao's neck.
The heavily injured Wang Chao was no match for Zhu Honggong. Bam! Bam! Bam! The three sharp blades easily tore through his protective energy. (Note: Eighth Brother's Life Providence is much better than Second Brother's. There's also the Sea Beast King.)
Puff —
One Leaf Pierces Throat.
The Thousand Realms Whirling avatar appeared and shrank.
Wang Chao reeled back immediately. He landed at an angle and rolled on the ground, breaking a towering tree that was dozens of meters in his path.
"Ding! Killed a Life Providence. Reward: 6,000 merit points."
"All hail the Lord Sacred Master!"
"All hail the Lord Sacred Master!"
Zhu Honggong was no longer as smug as before. Instead, he looked at his avatar.
After fighting for some time, he had gained a basic understanding of his avatar.
Moreover, the Eleven-leaf golden rings were more powerful than his gloves.
He dove on his avatar.
Boom!
He landed on the ground.
Lu Li and the disciples of the Cult of Hong all landed on the ground and followed 100 feet behind them.
They knew this was a thousand-realm-level battle. They did not dare to get too close in case they were caught in the crossfire.
…
Wang Chao stopped rolling and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He knew he had lost a Life Providence.
"You … You … What are you waiting for?"
With great difficulty, he turned around to look at his two brothers who were traveling with him.
The two of them watched from afar. They had no intention of joining the battle.
Losing a Fate Matrix was essentially the same as taking away his life. How could they remain so calm?
"Boss, you, you're injured."
Wang Chao was so angry that he wanted to kill someone. However, he still needed to rely on them. He could only stagger to his feet. He looked at Zhu Honggong and said, "Alright, alright …"
Zhu Honggong smiled.
"This is just the beginning. I seem to be getting stronger and stronger."
"You …"
"What about me? You brought this upon yourself. "After he finished speaking, he cleared his throat as well.
Wang Chao's strike was not completely useless. Zhu Honggong's chaotic Qi and blood made him feel slightly uncomfortable.
Wang Chao looked at Zhu Honggong with a dark expression.
"Today … today … I will wash the Qing Kingdom in blood. None of you will leave."
He couldn't care less anymore.
The anger and hatred from losing a Birth Providence made him lose his rationality.
He turned around and looked at his two brothers, saying, "Come, come here!"
The two white-robed cultivators immediately flew over and drew their swords.
"Kill them all. The Qing Kingdom only has one ace. He was already injured. He doesn't have a Birth Chart … "Wang Chao said as he pointed at Zhu Honggong.
Zhu Honggong frowned.
"If you dare touch me, my master will wash the Great Ming in blood."
"Say that again when you're still alive." Wang Chao waved his hand.
At this moment, one of the brothers on the left suddenly swung his sword.
The white energy blade slashed horizontally like a fan. Its target was not Zhu Honggong, but Wang Chao.
Pchht!
Bam!
"You …" Wang Chao's eyes widened in fear.
The white-robed cultivator on the right also swung his energy blade and landed several energy blades on Wang Chao's abdomen.
Bam! Bam!
Wang Chao landed heavily on the ground. With a loud boom, the Thousand Realms Whirling avatar shrank.
He lost another Birth Providence.
"I'm sorry, Boss. The Imperial Advisor has ordered us to kill you on the spot."
Wang Chao's face was filled with indignation. His face was bloodshot, and his eyes were filled with fear. He asked, "W-why?"
"Don't blame us for being merciless. We're doing this for the Great Ming. When you were fighting Mister Eighth, the Imperial Advisor sent three talismans. I was worried, so I accepted the Imperial Advisor's message talisman. For the Great Ming, you must die. "
'What's going on? What Mister Eighth? Why must I die? '
Wang Chao was completely baffled.
His head buzzed.
Even Lu Li did not understand what was going on.
The two white-robed cultivators suddenly fell to one knee at Zhu Honggong and said, "Please forgive us, Mister Eighth! We had eyes but failed to recognize you. We didn't know you were Pavilion Master Lu's disciple! Please have mercy on us! "
Wang Chao. "???"
Zhu Honggong frowned. He was about to reprimand the white-robed cultivators for being Pavilion Master Lu when Lu Li suddenly walked up and pulled him back.
"Old Zhu."
"Don't blink if your eyes aren't good … No matter how hard you blink, this Lu fellow isn't my master. Who does he think he is?!" Zhu Honggong said, "I'll only acknowledge my own master in this life. Even if it's to save my life, I won't betray my master!"
If the first half of Zhu Honggong's words left him on the edge of a cliff, the second half pulled him back.
However, the two white-robed cultivators did not think so.
"No matter what, you're from the Evil Sky Pavilion, aren't you?"
"Naturally, it's true.
"Your Seventh Senior Brother is Si Wuya, right? “
"Heh, is he that famous?"
"The royal tutor has said that everyone in the Evil Sky Pavilion is our friend. Anyone who attacks the Evil Sky Pavilion is our enemy. No matter who it is, kill them on the spot. "
"…"
Zhu Honggong was puzzled.
Since when did the Evil Sky Pavilion gain such respect?
The Evil Sky Pavilion did not even have a thousand domains. Why would they cast aside their pride and attack one of their own?
Dupe?
Zhu Honggong thought back to his time in the golden lotus domain. His Tiger Ridge Gang, nicknamed the Evil King, had indeed relied on dupes to survive. Many minor factions did not dare to do anything to them. However, he had his Eldest Senior Brother and Seventh Senior Brother helping him from the shadows. This was not just a dupe.
At this moment.
Wang Chao shouted. Dense energy surged out of his body as he lunged at Zhu Honggong.
"Wang Chao, how dare you!"
The two white-robed swordsmen charged at Wang Chao and released energy swords at the same time to repel him. Bam! Bam! Bam!
The two white-robed swordsmen showed no mercy. Their attacks were lethal.
A few breaths later, Wang Chao's body was pierced by the energy swords. There was no way he could survive.
He had already lost two Birth Charts. How could he possibly be a match for them?
Zhu Honggong frowned as he regarded them solemnly.
'Don't panic. Stay calm.'
Zhu Honggong could feel the chill from the zen tunic.
He would only feel this when he was injured.
Zhu Honggong looked on with his hands on his back as though nothing had happened.
After Wang Chao's death, the two white-robed cultivators fell to their knees and said, "Wang Chao is dead. Please forgive us, Mister Eighth."
Zhu Honggong said calmly, "Very good.
Very good. "
"Thank you, Mister Eighth."
"The two of you are quite sensible. Since you know who I am, don't do anything rash."
"Of course, of course."
After saying this, one of the white-robed cultivators said, "Lord Royal Tutor also said that if you need us, we're willing to stay here and assist you, Mister Eighth."
Zhu Honggong turned to look at Lu Li. Lu Li shook his head.
Zhu Honggong said, "I don't need your help."
Lu Li walked over and asked, "Is there a rune tunnel?"
"No. We've only just arrived. We don't even have a rune master."
Lu Li asked, "How are you going to return, then?"
"The talismans guide us. We'll reach Great Nether in half a year."
Half a year …
The timing made one's scalp go numb.
At this moment, the Emperor of the Qing Kingdom and the elites of the imperial family flew over on a flying chariot.
When they were in midair, Zai Hong looked down and said in a clear voice, "Wise brother, I'm here. I'm going to help you with the strength of the nation!"
Zhu Honggong. "…"
He wanted to say, 'What's the use of that?' However, that would be too much of a blow to Zhu Honggong's confidence. It was not befitting of his status as the Holy Master. The people worshipped him.
Zhu Honggong turned around and said in a clear voice, "With your help, I'm sure I'll win!"
…
At this point …
Lu Zhou stopped using the Heavenly Writing power.
He had been observing for too long. He had depleted a lot of his Taixuan Power.
Since Zhu Honggong, Zhu Honggong, was fine and had reached the Eleven-leaf stage, there was no need for him to continue observing. With Lu Li's help, he should be able to handle the rest.
"Gongsun Yuanxuan, at least you know your place."
While Zhu Honggong was pursuing Wang Chao, Lu Zhou had sent a message to Si Wuya. That was why the white-robed cultivators had killed each other.
They could not afford to bet the entire Great Nether Dynasty against Wang Chao.
Lu Zhou stood up and continued moving deeper into the lava.
Heatwaves surged.
The heat scorched his cheeks.
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