Chapter 375 You and I are all ants

The peacock stands on the void, and the five-colored brilliance outside her body is like feathers, which permeates the whole space in an instant. It really looks like a peacock with an open screen, giving people a graceful and luxurious feeling. Standing in the middle of the air, Liu's eyebrows were upside down, in a trance, but she was heroic, adding a cold taste to her.

Although this girl is small and exquisite, she has been in a high position for a long time, but her body has been stained with a high breath. This has nothing to do with her own cultivation, just like the emperor's daughter compared with the small jasper, but that kind of nobleness is innate.

Relying on the precious clothes on her body, she blocked Wang Chan's shot. Although the peacock escaped from the restaurant, she also felt pain in her chest, like a needle. In addition, she was frightened. Her little face was already sweaty for a long time, and she couldn't help gasping for gasping.

"You...!"

He pointed to Wang Chan across the air. For some reason, the peacock did not leave immediately, but asked Wang Chan loudly. Although she was born in Tianyuling, and her father is the saint of the demon who occupies one side, her cultivation is not very profound, and she does not even condense the yuan god. However, there are countless masters she has seen since she was a child, and she is not too afraid of Wang Chan.

He wanted to figure out why Wang Chan killed him with himself. As soon as he spit out a word in his mouth, he saw Wang Chan on the restaurant. His eyes suddenly opened, and the light shining in his eyes condensed into a thin line, just like a bobcat cheetah hunting birds in the mountains.

The murderous intention on her body was not reduced by a little bit, but was pointed out by her questioning. At the moment, the oil splashed and suddenly broke out.

In one shot, he did not poke the peacock to death. The next moment, Wang Chan moved under his feet and took another big step forward.

Boom! With a loud noise, the smoke and dust rose everywhere. His feet stepped flat on the void, raised his body, and stepped out of the restaurant in one step like a peacock. However, as soon as his body moved, there were layers of ripples under his feet, and the invisible ripples spread out in an instant. Suddenly, the whole restaurant was trampled by him and collapsed from top to bottom.

However, these are all small things. Wang Chan stepped into the sky step by step, his feet were flat, and the black smoke flashed in his eyebrows, bulging out the essence of the wolf smoke. Wang Chan forked his five fingers dozens of feet away, pinched it into tiger claws, immediately twisted the wolf smoke and scattered down, and a big hand turned into a mill plate and grabbed it forward. This wolf smoke essence is transformed by his greedy wolf magic power. It is driven out by Wang Chan with the power of the yuan god and condensed into the palm of his hand. Once he catches the creature, he can immediately devour the blood and vitality and die.

It is more vicious than Wang Chan's seven-killing blood knife. As early as on Langjuxu Mountain, Shen Xueyi and the wooden demon mother, who were more cultivated than Wang Zen, died under him. What's more, at this time, Wang Chan got the Dafa taught by the ancestor of Yuan Tu, which made up for all the previous shortcomings. The greedy wolf's magic power has been able to turn into heavenly bows and earth arrows, and its power has increased more than ten times.

The boxing practiced from childhood to adult life, killing the three magic powers of the wolf, coupled with the warm Taibai sword pills between the two lungs, these are the three unique skills of Wang Chan's family. Even the Taiyin poking magic method and Taiyin A Tuyuan sword practiced now are more powerful. Wang Chan will not use it unless he has to.

This is all because of habit. After all, the ancestor of Yuantu taught Dafa. His practice time is still very short, and it is very inconvenient to fight with people. Fortunately, he has rich experience and uses all kinds of magical power. In addition, the spirit of boxing in his heart is unshakable. Once he takes action, he will go all out. The spiritual platform is clear, so even if the opponent's cultivation is above him, he often laughs at the last one.

"Ah!!"

After repeatedly in danger, the peacock suddenly changed his color. Unexpectedly, Wang Chan was so fierce and vicious. For a girl like himself, he had to kill him. In a hurry, he hurriedly retreated back. There was a crisp sound on the white white wrist. Somehow, two green lights flew out of the sky, wandering around, and in a blink of an eye. Count the sword spirit and stand in front of you.

It turns out that although the peacock's cultivation is not high, she has many treasures on her body. This pair of emerald bracelets on her wrist were carved with a hundred bird patterns by her father, King Dapeng. After the blessing of the secret method, once stimulated, she can release a sword spirit at the most critical moment, and automatically perform the "sky bird swordsmanship" of a hundred birds to the phoenix. "The magic power helps the peacock kill the enemy to defend himself.

Thinking that the Dapeng King is already a demon saint, the magic weapon sacrificed by himself is naturally broad and profound. Sure enough, the sword spirit sprinkled all over the sky touched the wolf smoke essence. Wang Chan only felt that the shen trembled. The sword spirit in front of him actually transformed into countless birds, as big as big roc, peacocks, spirit vultures, golden eagles, small as sparrows, kingfishers, hummingbirds, crows, simply a hundred birds. Each kind of bird flies has its own track in the air. The greedy wolf magic power, which was stimulated by the yuan god, was pecked by these hundreds of birds for a while, and there was a tendency to disperse.

If you are so deadlocked for a while, I'm afraid you can't even resist it. Wang Chan was in his heart. He suddenly stretched out left and right, and sacrificed the seven-killed blood knife. As soon as he took action, there were seventy-seven and forty-nine red lights, which were crisscrossed and covered the sky, but he used the light of the blood knife to make a hair-like red line, and formed a big net out of thin air. With a rush forward, he covered hundreds of birds in the net. The black smoke and red light strangled everywhere, and the sword spirit collapsed for a while.

Seeing the empty sword air, there were only three or two kittens left in a blink of an eye. Wang Chan restrained the seven-killing knife spirit, and the wolf smoke turned into a big hand, and then rushed forward. He was about to capture the peacock with all the flowers in his hand. Suddenly, there was a golden light in front of him. A beam of golden light flew far away, and it also turned into one out of thin air. The giant hand, thumb, index finger and little finger are raised, and the ring finger and middle finger are bent, formed into fingerprints, facing the wolf smoke essence, which is a palm.

At that moment, the thunder and landmines sounded, like a dragon roaring, a vast Buddha light shone down, and Wang Chan's big hands were both annihilated and invisible.

Wang Chan raised his eyes, took a step back, and his heart moved slightly. Then he calmed down quietly, like a pool of stagnant water, with only a hum in his mouth, "King Kong's magic hand, Dragon Elephant Hercules!!!"

After feeling the magic power and will contained in the golden light, Wang Chan suddenly remembered that it was the two magical powers handed down in the overturned temple. These two methods were also the most proficient in the white forehead marquis of the tiger. Wang Chan had seen them more than once before.

When it was said that the wolf lived in the mountain, Wang Chan once asked the tiger demon to go out to hunt blood for him and collect elixir. He didn't want to be silent anymore. Then all kinds of things happened, one after another, and Wang Chan didn't have time to think too much. Now when I see these two magical powers, I can't help but think of the tiger demon.

At the beginning, Wang Chan came here for the first time, and his life was sparse. By chance, he restrained the white forehead. Most of his heart was also to get something that he was interested in in in his mouth, so that he could get familiar with the world as soon as possible.

Now Wang Chan has inherited the Taoism of the Beidou Heavenly Palace and practiced the supreme Dharma. Although he no longer needs a white-front marquis, after all, he has been together for a period of time, and occasionally when he is idle, he will still think about it. What's more, the tiger still has his prohibition. Unless he dies, no matter where he goes, he can't get out of his palm.

Wang Chan doesn't care much about this. You don't have to look around, just wait until you hit it one day.

"Fighting is strictly prohibited in the Bhikkhu country. Who are you?"

Pip! Kicking! Kicking! On the side of the long street, a thin and dry monk with a bitter face and a majestic young man with armor and holding a steel whip came over like the wind. The young man had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his muscles were high all over his body. The divine light in his eyes was as strong as the door god in the temple. It was majestic. Before the man arrived on this big walk, his voice sounded like thunder.

As soon as he got close, he stared at Wang Chan, and the breath in his eyes was simply fierce.

"Peacock! You haven't been to the Ming Palace for a long time. When the young man's fierce eyes moved from Wang Chan to the peacock's face inch by inch, he immediately softened, "Don't be afraid, whoever dares to hurt the peacock, I will kill him!"

As soon as the voice came out, the young man suddenly made a mistake and held a dark steel whip in his hand, wow! As soon as it fell, layers of golden light suddenly burst out, and even the void was bursting. Then the steel whip turned, set off a strong wind, and smashed Wang Chan's head.

"Weituo, don't be rude!" Suddenly, there was a Buddha's horn, and the monk who was originally standing beside the young man. Suddenly, his hand was like a flower, and he pinched his arms were like dry wood sticks. It seemed to be slow and fast. He actually looked at the stormy wind and had nothing. Like three fingers twisted snails, he brushed the iron whip on his fingertips.

"Big painstaking uncle, you...?" The young man named Wei Tuo was stunned, and then took a breath, spewing steam-like heat from his mouth. Then he put his hands together, put the iron whip on his arms, slowly stepped back, and came to the peacock, "Peacock, there was nothing wrong just now!"

"Brother Weituo, the peacock is fine, but this man is so fierce that I don't know the origin?" Seeing that Wei Tuo and the bitter monk came together, the peacock was immediately relieved. On this big Xumi Mountain, the mountain is divided into nine floors. Each floor is a small world, and the area is very vast. Only this first floor, because it is adjacent to all parts of the Yin Mountain, and demons often jump into the city to disturb, so each Jiazi in the overturned temple will send a high monk to take turns to sit in the bhikkhu country.

First, accept the worship of believers, and second, be prepared for unexpected changes.

This big bitter monk, who is as thin as wood and full of sad faces, is the god monk sitting here in this armor. Although the peacock is not familiar with him, his father Dapeng King's Ming Palace is also in the Xumi Mountain, so he occasionally comes to live here. Naturally, he knows that this monk has great power and has realized the great virtues of the past and present life in the ninth floor of Xumi Gold Mountain.

Even her father, the King of the Golden-winged Roc, is here to treat the old monk with courtesy. Now that such a person is present, the peacock is naturally not afraid that Wang Chan will kill her again.

"The benefactor's magic power, killing is too powerful, everything should still be precious, why do you want to kill and cause trouble!! What's more, the teacher has already come to the top of the gold at this moment, and there will be a big war later. Why don't the donor calm down and wait for the good news? This bitter monk seemed to know something. With a few words, he only stopped his body in front of Wang Chan and announced the Buddha's name.

"Master, do you know him?" It was the first time in my life that I saw this old monk say such a long sentence to people, and Wei Tuo and Peacock were immediately surprised. Could it be that this man's master or an earth-shaking master who doesn't even want to offend the temple?

"The descendant of the Taishang Xuanling Beidou Heavenly Palace, Wei Tuo, you protect the Dharma under my Buddha's throne. After that, you have a fight, but it's not at this time!" The voice of the bitter monk sounded in their ears unconsciously.

"Buddha's guardian, you also call Wei Tuo?" Wang Chan's eyes flashed, and he suddenly squinted and thought for a moment. Then he stepped forward and stared at Wei Tuo up and down for a while.

The peacock was frightened and hurriedly retreated back.

"I'm Weituo. Have you ever seen the second one?" In Wei Tuo's eyes, he shot a burning golden light, stared at Wang Chan, and took a heavy step forward under his feet.

"Interesting, interesting! The world is getting more and more interesting!! Hahaha...!" Wang Chan took a deep look at Wei Tuo and suddenly laughed. When the robe was flying, he turned around and left without saying more.

"This place is the chassis of the overturned temple. The great bitter monk's magic power is still far above me. Although he is not afraid, he can't conflict with it. It's a pity that the peacock is just a little girl, and it's not a big deal to keep her life. It's just that Wei Tuo...?"

When Wang Chan saw that the great bitter monk had been stopping in front of him, he knew that he could not kill anyone again. He met Wei Tuo in front of him again and remembered the records in the original world. He couldn't help but wonder, "Is there any connection between the two worlds? Between this Wei Tuo and Bi Wei Tuo...!"

Seeing that Wang Chan finally left, the peacock suddenly burst into a breath. Although her backer is hard enough, she is not in front of her eyes. She is all in vain. This Wang Chan is extremely fierce and vicious, which is really shocking. Even if the peacock is not a human, he only feels cold in the face of it.

"Master, this man turned out to be the apprentice of the Yuan Tu ancestor. No wonder he is so angry." Wei Tuo patted the peacock on the shoulder, remembered what Wang Chan looked like when he left, and couldn't help frowning.

"Yes, this person has recently inherited the Beidou lineage, and his surname is extremely heavy. If you meet him later, you have to be more careful." The bitter monk looked around and saw many corpses in the ruins of the restaurant. Suddenly, he looked sad. He touched the rosary beads and began to recite the truth of the past life.

"Whatever he comes from, I, Wei Tuo, am not afraid! It's just that this man kills people without blinking an eye. Peacock, you should be careful in the future. It's better to go back and talk to the King of Ming. The King of Ming will come out for you.

"I heard that the ancestor of Yuan Tu was an ancient ancient man. He had been suppressed in the deepest part of the sea of blood by the ancestor of the sea of blood, but now he ran out and even his apprentices were taught. It turned out to be a lie!" Peacock's big eyes purred. Looking at Wang Chan's figure, he disappeared in an instant. He said to himself and was suddenly full of doubts. "Goodby, when I went out, my father asked me to put on this colorful haze coat and bring a hundred birds to the phoenix bracelet, saying that I could save my life in times of danger. I don't know if I knew that I would meet this murderer for a long time?

"It's so strange!" The peacock frowned and only felt that he couldn't figure it out of his little head.

After another half an hour, it was said that at noon, the voice of the whole bhikkhu country convered and was silent, and even a needle could be heard when it fell to the ground.

Whether it is the original good men and women in the bhikshu country, or the masters from all walks of life who swarmed from all over the world, they all held their breath and looked up to see the duel between the top masters in the world.

At this time, only Wang Chan turned around and walked out of the bhikkhus country. He stood under Mount Xumi and looked up at the sky. He only saw that there were no clouds, and the sky was as clear as washing. In the middle of heaven and earth [***] said that the sky shone down, and the midday sun was shining on his body, warm.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind, flying sand and stones. Then the sky was right up, and the dark clouds covered it. In the daytime, a sky above Mount Xumi unexpectedly appeared. Countless stars flashed and blinked, and there was a burst of darkness in the country of Bhikkhus, as if the moon had turned upside down and the night had come in advance.

At this moment, Wang Chan's body suddenly felt an inexplicable strong restraint. Before he could react, he had rushed into the sky like an arrow and did not enter the boundless sea of stars.

Above the sea of stars, across the north, south, east and west, Yuan Tu's ancestors stepped on the galaxy, wearing feather coats and star crowns. Inside and outside, there were stars shining inside and outside, faintly in the depths of the void, bearing the simple and desolate green dragon and white tiger rosefinch Xuanwu, the image of four kinds of divine objects.

Divide into four directions and move slowly. A war that has changed its taste, also known as Yuan Tu's ancestor completely changed his original image.

"Today's battle, I'm the protagonist. I'll ask you to come and watch it together. It's very effective for you to practice later!" Yuan Tu's ancestor photographed Wang Chan into the sky. When he waved his robe sleeves, an ant appeared on the palm of his hand. He rushed to all sides and didn't know where he caught it.

Spreading his palms flat, Yuan Tu's ancestor let the ant crawl randomly in his hand without any action. The ant just couldn't climb all the way to the end. Every time he saw that he was about to climb to the edge, he turned around and only turned around in the hands of Yuan Tu's ancestor.

"Do you understand?" Yuan Tu's ancestor suddenly came to ask Wang Chan.

"I understand a little bit." Wang Chan nodded and came to Yuan Tu's ancestor. Suddenly, he stretched out a finger and crushed the ant in his palm into pieces. "The road is like the sky, but it is outside heaven and earth. You and I are just one of the ants. Even if you crawl, you can't climb the way, you can't climb the hand of the road. If you want to rebel again, you may be crushed to death on the spot like this ant, and you will be doomed forever." --

(to be continued)