novelsite Chapter 122
Chapter 122
Chapter 122
"What about those who are in the state of God?"
The white-haired old man said with a low expression, "If you dare to come to our Baixie sect to play wild, I will let them come and go today."
"Great Emperor, looking at the posture, Baixiezong is ready to resist."
Over the Baixie Sect, Nezha looked down with fiery eyes, and saw the disciples of the Baixie Sect in full armor scattered all over the Baixie Sect, holding magic weapons one after another, glaring at the three of Liu Fan in the air.
"It's okay, since they want to die, then let them be fulfilled."
"Then can I do it?"
Nezha appeared with three heads and six arms, Huntian Ling, Qiankun Circle, and fire-pointed guns were all in their hands. As long as Liu Fan gave an order, Nezha would rush into Baixiezong and start killing.
"Go."
Liu Fan closed his eyes and said, "Quick battle."
"boom."
As soon as Liu Fan finished speaking, Nezha couldn't wait to rush towards Baixiezong, and a terrifying murderous aura swept Baixiezong. Under this murderous aura, the disciples of Baixiezong felt boundless fear in their hearts, and their bodies were even more frightened Have to keep going back.
"Scrap, the young master is here."
Stepping on the hot wheel, wherever Nezha passed, the flames rolled, and the pointed spear in his hand waved, and the shadows of the spears raged all over the sky. The disciples of the Baixie Sect were killed and injured instantly, and the buildings of the sect continued to collapse.
"Where did the beast come from, dare to act presumptuously in our Baixie Sect."
"boom."
Four terrifying auras swept from behind the Baixie Sect, and Nezha was surrounded by four old men in a short while.
"Little beast, who gave you the courage to kill my sect's disciples and destroy our sect's buildings?"
Zhao Quan glanced over Nezha with extremely cold eyes. When he sensed Nezha's cultivation, Zhao Quan frowned and said, "This little beast has the cultivation of the peak of the god state."
"It seems that the emperor is right. The Baixie Sect really has hidden strength."
Looking at Zhao Quan and the others, Nezha didn't show any fear in his eyes. Instead, he said more excitedly, "Very well, it seems that the young master can have a big fight today."
"Not ashamed to speak."
Seeing Nezha being so arrogant, Zhao Quanquan's expression darkened and he said, "Do it, I'll take care of this little beast. The three of you go and take down those two guys in the sky."
"it is good."
Hearing the words, the other three burst out their internal strength, ready to attack Liu Fan and Tang Seng in the air.
"I want to go, have you asked the young master?"
"Huntian Ling."
A flash of red light flashed, and the Huntian Ling in Nezha's hand flew out towards the three of them in the air. In a moment, Huntian Ling tied the three of them.
"Damn, what magic weapon is this?"
Being tied up by Huntianling, the faces of Pan Yuan and the others were very ugly, and the power in their bodies was running wildly, but in the end, Huntianling remained motionless.
"Let's all die for the young master."
Swinging the fire-pointed gun, Nezha appeared on top of the three of Pan Yuan in an instant. The flames on the tip of the gun burned, and a terrifying force raged. Nezha stabbed out with a spear, and the power turned into a dragon, devouring towards the three of Pan Yuan.
"Break it for me."
Seeing that the three of Pan Yuan were about to be swallowed by Nezha's power, Zhao Quan appeared in the sky above the three of them in an instant, punched out, and the fist collided with the tip of the gun, creating a terrifying air pressure in the air. In the end, Zhao Quan was knocked into the air, and Nezha Take a few steps back.
"It's now."
Taking advantage of Nezha being repelled, Pan Yuan desperately turned the power in his body, and a majestic force shook Huntian Ling away. Pan Yuan said solemnly, "What is the origin of this little beast? He has a supernatural power at a young age. Not to mention, the magic weapon used is also extremely powerful."
"Great Emperor, why don't the poor monk help Nezha?"
In the void, Tang Seng said slowly, "By the way, let the emperor see the poor monk's physical transcendence method."
"Physical transcendence method?"
Liu Fan was a little stunned when he heard the words, "Xuanzang, don't you practice Buddhism? When did Buddhism have a physical transcendence method?"
"My lord, this method is understood by the poor monk himself, let me see, my lord."
Tang Seng's eyes fell on Pan Yuan, and his originally solemn expression suddenly became fierce. The next moment, under Liu Fan's bewildered expression, Tang Seng waved his hand, shook off his cassock, rolled up his sleeves, and punched Blast out.
"boom."
The earth exploded, and before Pan Yuan could react from the shock brought by Nezha, a violent force rushed towards his face, and he saw a fist magnified infinitely in Pan Yuan's eyes. was blasted into the ground.
"boom."
The earth continued to explode, and in a terrifying deep pit, Tang Seng rode Pan Yuan under him, and the shadows of fists all over the sky kept bombarding Pan Yuan's face. Soon, Pan Yuan lost his breath and became a headless corpse .
"Amitabha, good is good."
Pan Yuan was blasted to death with random fists. Under the terrified expressions of Zhao Quan and others, Tang Seng's expression returned to solemnity, and his body flew into the air and said, "Nezha, you can continue, the poor monk is just here to show the emperor the physical strength of the poor monk." Transcendence method."
"Elder Tang, you are awesome."
Nezha was also shocked by Tang Seng. In Nezha's memory, Tang Seng was a polite and honest person. He didn't expect that an honest person would have such a violent side.
"My lord, what do you think of the poor monk's physical transcendence method?"
Flying back to Liu Fan's side, Tang Seng wanted Liu Fan to praise him a few words, but saw that Liu Fan was covered by his cassock, Tang Seng was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly removed the cassock from Liu Fan's head.
"Xuanzang, do you want to die?"
Liu Fan said with black lines all over his face, "You are pretending to be aggressive, can you stop throwing cassocks casually?"
"I'm sorry, Great Emperor, the poor monk realized his mistake."
Tang Seng said with a look of embarrassment, "The poor monk thinks that throwing cassocks looks more imposing, so..."
"So shit."
"Where's your physical transcendence method? Let me see."
"Emperor, don't worry, the poor monk will perform for you again soon."
Tang Seng put the cassock into the space, continued to roll up the sleeves with both hands, and looked at the remaining three Zhao Quan with sharp eyes. When his eyes fell on Zhao Quan's whole body, Tang Seng's body was ejected like a cannonball.
"Too deceiving."
Zhao Quan and the others had no time to react to Pan Yuan's tragic death. Seeing Tang Seng attack again, Zhao Quan said with murderous eyes, "Let's go together and avenge Pan Yuan."
"it is good."
The faces of the other two were also extremely gloomy. As the past lords of the Baixie Sect, they have always killed others, and no one has ever been able to kill them.
"The real body of the evil spirit."
Three terrifying auras erupted. Behind the three of Zhao Quan, three rounds of formations emerged. In the formations, three purple-faced monsters with fangs roared out. The terrifying power raged in the air, and the buildings of Baixie Sect began to collapse in large areas. Even the mountain where Baixiezong was located was shaking violently.
"Elder Tang, let me come."
The wind and fire wheel under Nezha's feet was spinning, ready to attack Zhao Quan and the three of them, but Tang Seng passed by him and stopped him, saying, "Nezha, you are still young, you still can't grasp the three of them, poor!" Monks are different, poor monks have experience, let poor monks meet them."
"Elder Tang, you..."
Nezha wanted to say something, but Tang Seng had already fought Zhao Quan and the other three.
"Amitabha."
With palms together, the Buddha's light bloomed behind Tang Seng, and the dazzling Buddha's light condensed into a golden big Buddha. The big Buddha is extremely solemn and has thousands of hands.
"Ten Thousand Buddhas Gatling."
"boom."
A terrifying aura shot straight into the sky, and the Buddha was shrouded in golden light. The golden light dissipated, and there were thousands of golden Gatlings in the hands of the Buddha.
"Da da da~"
The golden flame flickered, and the bullets of the Buddha's light swept out. The bullets shot at the evil spirits of Zhao Quan and the others.
"puff."
As the evil spirit dissipated, Zhao Quan and the three spat out a mouthful of blood. The three of them looked in disbelief at the golden Buddha holding a thousand Gatlings above their heads, and the solemn Tang Monk with his hands clasped together, their eyes filled with horror.
"Why, the three of us are also at the peak of ecstasy, why did this bald donkey disintegrate our attack so easily?"
"Amitabha, the power of a poor monk, how can you and others be comparable."
Tang Seng stepped on the void, growing lotuses every step of the way, walked towards Zhao Quan and the three and said, "If you dare to be an enemy of the Great Emperor, let the poor monk come to save you."
"Damn donkey, do you think you can defeat us just by doing this?"
Zhao Quan stood up from the ground, rolling with strength all over his body and said, "Today, you will be buried..."
"Snapped."
Before Zhao Quan finished his ruthless words, he slapped his face with a slap.
"Amitabha, the poor monk didn't do it on purpose."
Withdrawing his slapping hand, Tang Seng said solemnly, "Three benefactors, you don't need to say anything, the poor monk understands everything, let the poor monk come to save you."
"Don't worry, there's no pain."
Tang Seng's voice fell, and the painting style suddenly changed. His solemn face became shadowed, his right fist was raised high, and his sleeve burst, revealing a muscular arm.
"boom."
A punch blasted out, causing a sonic boom in the air. Zhao Quan hurriedly mobilized his strength to resist. As a result, Zhao Quan's power was instantly shattered when it hit Tang Seng's fist. frightened.
"boom."
The fist hit Zhao Quan's face, a terrifying gust of wind swallowed Zhao Quan, and the power dissipated. Zhao Quan had disappeared, leaving only a giant deep ditch running through the entire Baixie Sect.
"Master, have mercy on me. Master, have mercy on me."
Seeing this scene, the remaining two were scared to death. Tang Seng's strength made them feel death.
"Amitabha, don't be afraid of the two benefactors, poor monks are not cruel people."
Tang Seng looked at the two with a smile on his face. In the next moment, Tang Seng turned around coolly. Seeing this, the two thought that Tang Seng had let them go. Just when they were relieved, the thousand Gatlings in the golden Buddha's hand suddenly pointed at them. The two were killed, and with the miserable screams, the two were directly shot into a hornet's nest.
"My dear, is this Tang Seng or One Punch Man?"
In the void, Liu Fan was also dumbfounded at this time. Tang Seng's painting style once made Liu Fan doubt his life.
"I'm afraid I signed a fake Tang Seng instead?"
"Amitabha, great emperor, how about the poor monk's physical transcendence method?"
"That's right, Xuanzang's physical transcendence method is an eye-opener for me."
When he came back to his senses, Liu Fan just wanted to praise Tang Seng, but a resentful look suddenly shot over.
"What's wrong with you, Nezha?"
(End of this chapter)