Quanmin: I recited the Three Thousand Daozang and became a Celestial Master

Faced with this shocking sharp sword, the corner of Horned Ghost King Zuo's mouth showed disdain, the black lines on his body slid and flowed, and the dark and strange ability covered his whole body,

With one punch, Jian Guang was smashed into pieces.

sensation!

The earth shook, and a deep pit was stepped out by the horned ghost king.

Although Zhuang Chu couldn't catch the figure of the throne, he knew that he must be rushing towards them.

With a solemn expression, the heavy armor took a step forward.

Don't move Pluto!

A shady layer emerged on him, showing a strong defense without a doubt.

But facing the gap of forty levels, it was only a moment.

The moment the horned ghost throne appeared in front of him, the giant shield was as fragile as a piece of paper, and the fist pierced through it.

With a puff, it directly penetrated Zhuang Chu's body.

A time magic circle appeared on the Horned Ghost Throne, but it was still a step behind. Zhuang Chu spurted blood wildly, but he still supported his body and did not take a step back.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Lin Feng was shocked with anger!

Without further ado, he took out his pocket watch and cast the forbidden technique.

"When the spell is reversed!"

"No!"

A ruler directly interrupted Lin Feng's forbidden technique.

If the target level of the forbidden technique exceeds itself, how many times the price will be paid.

Although Wang Lu didn't know the price of Lin Feng's use of the forbidden technique, the price of the hundred-level throne was not something he could bear. Using the forbidden technique was tantamount to suicide!

Zhuang Chu looked at the horned ghost throne in front of him, and smiled bleakly.

In his dreams, he wanted to fight the throne, but it turned out to be so powerful.

Countless darkness swept from his body, drowning the two of them in an instant.

The judgment is over!

Deprived of all senses, imprisoned in endless darkness.

The Horned Ghost Throne looked at everything around him, with a mocking smile on his lips.

"Playing this kind of pediatrics?"

"Human kid, he has good talent, but his play is poor."

I saw a pair of red horns on the head of the Horned Ghost Throne emitting light, like a mirage, and blood-red drum towers emerged layer by layer in the darkness.

The horned ghost throne sat on the high platform, looking down at the heavily armored figure below the stage.

The gap in strength is simply not comparable.

Zhuang Chu also knew this very well, raised his head, and looked fearlessly at the Horned Ghost Throne with his eyes.

Raising the giant sword, he stepped forward and charged forward.

kill!

The Horned Demon King Zuo grinned. What he liked most was this kind of suicide that he thought was courageous.

Outside, Wang Lu's true heart appeared on his brows, and he kept writing the Book of Songs with a ruler in his hand.

When the pen falls to startle the rain, the sky and the earth shake, and the poem becomes weeping ghosts and gods!

A powerful coercion enveloped the surroundings.

The sage said, if the sky does evil, you can still live, but if you do evil yourself, you can't live!

The ink characters exude pure righteousness, which will eventually disintegrate the judgment.

The scene that came into view caused the expressions of the two of them to change suddenly.

Lin Feng stared at Zhuang Chu's figure in a daze, and clenched his palms with worry.

"team leader!!!"

There was a big hole in Zhuang Chu's chest, and all internal organs were invisible.

The horned ghost King Zuo had a playful and ferocious smile on his face. He raised his hand and took off the head of Zhuang Chu's corpse. Looking at Lin Feng's painful eyes, he opened his mouth, revealing a mouth full of fangs.

Without hesitation, he swallowed Zhuang Chu's head.

"Human genius, really delicious~"

A familiar and strong dark breath appeared on the horned ghost throne.

In an instant, the phantom of Fudo Pluto appeared behind the Horned Ghost Throne. The powerful defense was completely different from that used by Zhuang Chu.

Lin Feng's pupils shrank, but he didn't know that the horned ghost throne swallowed the captain and obtained his skills.

The horned ghost throne raised his head indifferently, looked at the majestic and upright Confucian characters, raised his hand and smashed them with punches.

Combined with Zhuang Chu's Fudo Pluto ability, his combat power has actually increased a lot.

On Zhuang Chu's broken body, the heavy armor was almost completely broken, and he fell to the ground.

When the horned ghost throne was fighting against the words, he kicked Zhuang Chu's body, and his whole body burst into blood mist instantly.

The time spell on him seems to be unlimited at all.

Lin Feng was still holding on to the time to condense the air, blood spurted out gulps, and he was being backlashed all the time.

In front of him is a real throne, not the boy who borrowed the power of the throne of bones.

He can't hold back...

Wang Lu sighed slightly, turned around and waved his hand, pushing Lin Feng away more than ten meters away.

He said calmly, "Let's go."

If the child persists, he will be backlashed to death.

Wang Lu raised the ruler in his hand, his eyes mournful.

For a hundred years, I have studied books and broken thousands of volumes, but I can only live here.

The world has suffered for a long time, and the students are incompetent. They are really ashamed of their ancestors and saints.

The eleven words on the ruler bloomed with astonishing majesty, and with just one glance, the expression of the horned ghost throne who had always been confident suddenly changed!

Although he couldn't read it, he felt a terrible threat!

Benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, faith, courage, sincerity, forgiveness, loyalty, filial piety, and fraternity!

These eleven words did not fly towards the Horned Ghost Throne, but landed in Zhuang Chu's blood mist.

Sure enough, the text was perfectly integrated into it, and the blood mist was instantly reshaped.

Lin Feng in the distance saw a familiar figure slowly walking out of the blood mist, and couldn't help feeling excited!

Confucianism retains Zhuang Chu's spiritual wisdom and recreates the extreme state.

How much power can be obtained by conforming to the holy teachings, but the eleven characters perfectly match Zhuang Chu.

The most outstanding genius of the human race at the moment has always possessed the qualities of a sage.

At this moment, Zhuang Chu surpassed level [-], rivaling a saint.

A powerful force burst out at him, and without a trace of hesitation, he rushed directly towards the Horned Ghost Throne.

One throne, one holy body.

There was a roar and vibration, but in just a moment, Zhuang Chu crushed the Horned Ghost Throne, and punched one after another, hitting the Horned Ghost Throne hard on the face.

Teeth shattered and eyeballs burst.

If the truth doesn’t work, then convince people with virtue!

Wang Lu closed his eyes and meditated on Confucianism, the ruler left by his ancestors was slowly dissipating.

Suddenly, the red horns on the head of the horned ghost throne radiated light, and the body suddenly swelled up, turning into a more ferocious humanoid monster in an instant.

More than ten meters tall, nine heads, and arms all over the upper body.

Like a terrifying ghost with ten pairs of eyes, it stared at Zhuang Chu, roared, and rushed forward.

Zhuang Chu raised his hand, the tiny scriptures were bones, and the giant sword of Tianque was condensed in his hand.

"People with lofty ideals don't seek to live to harm benevolence, but kill themselves to achieve benevolence." Wang Lu said softly.

The body of the sword exuded majestic and powerful white light, and with one slash, the horned ghost throne that rushed over was instantly cut in half.

The giant sword then turned into countless words and dispersed, densely falling on the body of the horned ghost throne, penetrating deep.

The two bodies lying on the ground were extremely painful, Zhuang Chu stepped forward without giving a chance, and gathered an ordinary woodcutter ax in his hand.

An axe fell.

The two red horns on his forehead suddenly fell off, as if he had lost his strength, the body of the Horned Ghost Throne quickly returned to its original shape, no longer struggling.

The Horned Ghost Throne raised his terrifying half face, stretched out his hand, and struggled to get the red horn back.

The ax fell again, and the two heads of the Horned Ghost Throne fell to the ground at the same time.

A level [-] crimson blood spirit emerged.