Since Zhao Yun had already destroyed the statue, he might as well go all the way. He simply mustered up his divine power and pulled out another two pillars. There was only one large pillar left in the middle of Wu Tong Dian. It was unstable and on the verge of collapse.
Zhao Yun shouted, "Run if you don't want to die!" Then he quickly walked out.
Those strong men who had fallen to the ground were on the verge of death. Each of them mustered their strength and crawled out of the door.
Zhao Yun saw that there was no one in the hall. He laughed and said, "Let me help you." He exerted strength from his palms and the front wall of Wu Tong Dian received a solid palm strike.
The main hall was originally not going to last long. Zhao Yun's palm strike was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. The whole building trembled a few times. A series of loud rumbling noises were heard. Dust flew everywhere. The magnificent Divine Hall became a faded flower and fell to the ground.
Zhao Yun looked at the gravel on the ground and laughed loudly. He said, "Let's see how you, this broken god, can harm people again!"
He was in high spirits when Zhao Lianghui heard the news and hurriedly rushed to Wu Tong Dian. Who would have thought that he came too late and could not stop him in time. When he saw the laughing Zhao Yun, he was so angry that he scolded, "Unfilial son, you have caused a disaster. You and I will die without a burial!" He could not help but sigh.
Zhao Yun was in high spirits when he was splashed with cold water by the good man. He was unhappy and called out, "This demon god is nothing but a paper tiger disguised as an immortal. He doesn't even dare to see my face. What is there to be afraid of?"
After all, Zhao Lianghui loved Jiao Er dearly. He had not scolded her for more than ten years. He also did not say much. He was worried and sick at heart. He sighed and planned to ask the guards who were skilled in martial arts and the eminent monks who were proficient in magic. Zhao Yun was not clear about the power of Wu Tong Shen, but how could he not know?
Five years ago, Wu Tong Shen gave an order to forcibly marry Squire Wang's daughter. How could Squire Wang be willing to give up his daughter? He also did not take Wu Tong Shen seriously. Who would have thought that the next day, the Wang Clan would be slaughtered to the point that not even a chicken or a dog would be spared. It was such a tragic sight that the rich people of Yiyang County hurriedly discussed and decided to use the poor girl to make up the numbers. This time, Zhao Yun smashed the temple. It would be difficult for her to have a good ending.
However, Zhao Yun did not care. She felt that she had done a great deed for the innocent people and was immensely proud of herself. Seeing that her father was so timid, she sneered in her heart and said loudly, "Even if the sky collapses, I will hold it up. Father, you're overthinking things! "Not wanting to say anything more, Zhang Xuan mounted his horse and galloped away.
Zhao Lianghui could only smile bitterly. He was afraid that the Five Tunnel Gods would come to seek revenge, so he dismissed the servants, and the several dozen people in his family found an excuse to escape. Who would have thought that after a month had passed, there was actually no movement from the Five Senses Gods. Zhao Lianghui was also puzzled. He put down the fear in his heart and moved back to his residence. The experts in the residence also relaxed their vigilance.
Zhao Yun looked coldly at the busy household and sneered. She felt that they were making a mountain out of a molehill.
Speaking of which, on this particular day, the evening sky was already cold. Zhao Yun returned from hunting in the outskirts. Because she had a bountiful harvest, she was in high spirits and was unwilling to sleep for a while. She was fiddling with a long saber in her bedroom when she suddenly heard a strange laughter in the air. It was as hoarse as a male duck's throat. The sound seemed to be far away, but it was actually close. It seemed to be there and then, but it was clearly audible.
Zhao Yun was suddenly startled. She picked up her long saber and pushed open the bedroom door. However, she saw that the servants everywhere had been awakened. The inner courtyard was brightly lit. The several guards were shouting, "Everyone, don't panic. Listen to my arrangements."
Zhao Yun did not pay attention to them and walked straight to the antechamber. In the antechamber, several Taoist priests were accompanying her father, Zhao Lianghui. They looked flustered and were holding a pile of talismans, ready to fight. Zhao Yun secretly despised them. She knew that this group of experts could not accomplish anything. She said to Zhao Lianghui, "Father, a scoundrel has come to cause trouble. You and Mother go to the inner hall to hide temporarily. Since he dares to come and die, don't blame my long saber for being ruthless. "
Zhao Lianghui knew that Jiao Er had divine power, but the descent of the Wutong God was no small matter. How could he be at ease? He just refused to leave.
Zhao Yun also gave up. She gently stroked her long saber. Her fingertips were as gentle as a lover's, but the blood in her heart gradually heated up.
The strange laughter was endless, like a ghost or a dark demon, hovering directly in everyone's heart. After the time to drink a cup of tea, the sound suddenly stopped, as if it had never appeared.
Zhao Yun was startled. She could not help but say, "It's here!"
She saw the door suddenly burst open, and a black gas rushed straight to the Hua Hall. The group of Daoists hurriedly burned their talismans, but before they could give the order, the black gas turned around and laughed strangely, "Pearls of rice, how dare you emit light!" Several streaks of black gas shot out and the Daoists all fell to the ground, unable to get up.
When Zhao Yun looked closely, the black gas had turned into a nine feet tall man. He had red hair and a red beard, a blue horse face, and two sharp fangs. It was exactly the appearance of the statue in the Wutong Temple.
When Wutong saw Zhao Yun, it could be said that his eyes were exceptionally red. He scolded, "You b * tch! You dare to disturb my divine marriage, break my spiritual statue, and destroy my divine palace. I must grind your bones and scatter your ashes to appease the hatred in my heart! "
Zhao Yun laughed coldly, "So it's an ugly monster like you? You're still boasting, eat my saber! "Without waiting for Wutong to scold back, her mind moved, and her hand moved at will. Her long saber had already been swung.
The saber's gleam was like lightning. The burning candlelight in the hall suddenly lost its color, and even the passage of time was cut off!
Wutong was not in a hurry. He shouted, "Sword, rise!" A short sword appeared out of thin air and fell into Wutong's hand. Wutong held his sword to meet the saber's gleam. "Clang, clang!" The saber and sword clashed, and the wind and clouds suddenly changed!
With a snap, Zhao Yun's long saber was actually broken into two pieces and fell diagonally into the hall.
Wutong did not have time to mock her, but he felt the web between his thumb and forefinger go numb. The short sword in his hand seemed to be unable to be controlled and flew straight into the nine heavens. He hurriedly concentrated on controlling it and held it tightly. The web between his thumb and forefinger suddenly ruptured, and dark black blood flowed out.
This time, he was extremely shocked and angry. He never expected that this pretty boy's strength would be so great.
Wutong's short sword was called the 'True Light Sword'. It was refined with the essence of the sun, and it could break any divine weapon. It was not difficult for it to cut Zhao Yun's long saber. Unfortunately, Zhao Yun's strength was really too great. Although the long saber was broken, her strength was not exhausted. When the saber and sword clashed, the force was so great that it shook his web between his thumb and forefinger and bled.
The power of one saber was unexpectedly so great!
Zhao Yun laughed loudly, "Relying on a divine weapon, you actually dare to speak bravely! Why should Xiaoye be afraid? Wait for Xiaoye to get my weapon, then I'll deal with you, ugly ghost. "As he said that, he leaped forward. With a few ups and downs, he reached the door and roared," Rise! "
He gathered strength in his right arm and lifted a stone lion. He walked a few steps to the left and easily lifted the lion on the left side of the door. He laughed and said, "Ugly ghost, come and try Xiaoye's new weapon!"
Even though Wutong had cultivated for a thousand years, he had never seen a mortal with such divine strength. He could not help but click his tongue in wonder. He originally wanted to come early to seek revenge, but he could not do anything about the deity statue enshrined in Wutong Hall. After it was mercilessly shattered by Zhao Yun, his deity body was also injured and his supernatural power was half crippled. Therefore, he could only stay in the Immortal's Cave to recuperate and endure. Today, he had recovered seventy percent of his cultivation base and could not wait to seek revenge. Who would have thought that this enemy was not simple!
Wutong shouted, "Little brat, boasting shamelessly. Benzun will beat you until you can't drink milk!" The black gas moved and he teleported to the door. With a strange cry, the True Light Sword appeared with multicolored rays and rushed toward Zhao Yun.
Zhao Yun carried the stone lion as if it was nothing. Seeing the sword coming straight at her, she did not evade at all. Her left hand lightly parried and the stone moved like the wind to collide with the sword. Her right hand followed the momentum and the stone lion whizzed upward toward Wutong's head.
This stone lion weighed eight hundred kilograms. When it was swung, it carried the color of wind and thunder. The airflow was chaotic.
Wutong's True Light Sword hit Zhao Yun's stone lion and in a split second the lion's head was cut off. Seeing the lion in Zhao Yun's right hand coming straight for his head, he hastily dodged. Unfortunately, he did not have enough strength to withdraw his True Light Sword. The lion without its head carried a force of a thousand catties and its qi was as vigorous as a dragon. It had already numbed his sword-wielding right hand and rendered him unable to move.
As he dodged, the lion in Zhao Yun's right hand smashed into his right arm. Even though Wutong's body was tyrannical and was not afraid of ordinary iron, after being smashed by this thousand catties stone lion, his muscles and bones were broken and he fell limply. The pain in his hand reached his heart and his primordial spirit seemed to be heavily damaged. Looking at Zhao Yun's invincible divine power, he actually felt fear towards him.
Zhao Yun sneered. Seeing Wutong's face full of disbelief, she felt very happy, "Ugly ghost! I still have many powerful techniques. I'll let you experience them. "
Wutong was originally absent-minded. When he heard Zhao Yun talking about techniques, he was suddenly enlightened. He was overjoyed and could not help but secretly scold himself for being foolish, "This little bastard's strength is astonishing and his martial arts are not bad. He is not much worse than me. He has many killing techniques. Why do I have to face him head-on? He is only a mortal. I'll just use my treasured weapon to control him. "
Once he understood the crux of the matter, he did not hesitate. He secretly recited the incantation and called out, "Precious, please show yourself." Immediately, a fireball rose from the tip of Wutong's right index finger. It was only the size of a chicken and floated in the air.
Zhao Yun did not understand. She just lifted the lion and smashed it on Wutong's body. Wutong shouted, "Blazing Sun Bead, ignite!" The fireball suddenly became as big as a full moon. It was as fast as a shooting star and flew straight toward Zhao Yun's face.
Zhao Yun saw that the bead was only the size of a washbasin. Although it was wrapped in a ball of fire, she was not surprised. The lion in her right hand blocked the bead's path.
Who would have thought that as soon as the stone lion touched the small bead, it was instantly turned into a flaming snowy lionet. Before it could even sigh, it was immediately burned to ashes.
The bead's momentum did not stop. It directly wrapped around Zhao Yun's arm. It was like ten thousand fire dragons were rolling and spiraling, burning the heavens and destroying the earth. The dragon's roar was endless. Her arm was immediately burned to charcoal. The air was filled with an unpleasant burnt smell.
Zhao Yun felt a boom in her mind. It was as if she was placed in a sea of fire. The heat was unbearable. She screamed and fell backward.
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