NOVEL NEXT Chapter 221 Reckless Man
"This...how is this so bad?!"
The Holy Lord Wuxiang had a look of horror on his face.
Sanctification is different from the previous state, and it cannot be achieved casually.
After all, you have to connect the will of the earth, and if you are not careful, you will be doomed, and the person in front of you is such a rebellious person, how can you become a saint easily?
But the facts are before our eyes, Zi Xiao's body indeed bursts out with the power of a saint.
"Good boy!"
The face of Holy Lord Yaoguang was full of admiration, and he did not feel jealous at all because Zixiao had grown to such an extent in a short period of time. He was only sincerely happy for him.
Now the Purple Sky Shaking Light Holy Land 껥 Sutra is inseparable.
It can be said that one is both prosperous and one is devastated, and coupled with the relationship between the two, how can one be jealous.
No wonder 놛 dared to come here alone and got stuck.
Holy Lord Yaoguang was still thinking about whether to secretly do something evil before, but now that he felt the aura on Zi Xiao's body, he was completely relieved.
My junior brother already has the aura of a saint, do I still need my help? It’s not necessary at all!
The Holy Lord Wuxiang felt the growing aura on Zi Xiao's body, and he also had the intention of retreating. However, when Zixiao's aura stabilized, the Holy Lord Wuxiang understood.
This absolute secret method elevated him to the realm of a saint.
Therefore, Zi Xiao currently has no saint power in his body, but is surrounded by endless will, making him a fake saint!
What's so scary about that? !
The confidence of the Wuxiang Holy Lord instantly increased: "Haha... I don't know where you came from, what secret method you used, but today I will tell you, if you don't become a saint, you will end up being an ant, you..."
Uh-huh!
Before 놛 could finish speaking, a stream of light suddenly appeared.
Zixiao 껥jing appeared in front of 놛 and punched 놛 hard in the face.
While fighting, he said with disgust: "You're swinging forward too long. You're waiting for strength to accumulate. Are you waiting to die?"
boom! ! !
The Holy Master Rao Wuxiang responded quickly and activated his body-protecting divine light, but was immediately smashed into pieces by Zi Xiaona's black fist, unable to stop him even half a step.
After shattering the protective divine light, Zixiao's fist hit the Faceless Lord hard on the face.
Accompanied by a deafening roar, the black waves rolled and directly enveloped the Formless Holy Lord in them.
Boom boom boom...
Zixiao took a step forward, opened his bow directly to the left, and his fists were like raindrops, hitting all parts of the body of the Wuxiang Holy Lord. Even if he didn't have the will to connect with him, the state at this moment was still the same. A real saint.
Coupled with the demonic power that swallowed up all the enemies, the Holy Lord Wuxiang was in unspeakable pain for a while. He had no room to fight back and kept being beaten passively.
"Zixiao, you are so presumptuous!!!"
Lin Wuya's eyes were splitting when he saw this scene.
Without thinking too much, he rushed towards the battlefield. The Holy Lord Yaoguang curled his lips and showed no intention of stopping him.
He even spat.
"Bah! What are you trying to do to raise a little cabbage? Go ahead. Once you get in, I'll beat you to death!"
Lin Wuya roared angrily, and powerful spiritual power burst out from his body, and he rushed towards Zixiao. His eyes looked as if he were dead, his aura was countlessly brave, and his steps were steady and firm...
The next second!
With a bang, Lin Wuya flew out directly, with large areas of skin and flesh bruised on his body.
놛Gang꺳 wanted to sneak attack Zixiao, so he attacked Zixiao's back.
As a result, let alone breaking the defense, he didn't get close at all and was directly blown away by Zi Xiao's aura.
"Um?!"
녊Zixiao frowned as she was beating up the Holy Lord Wuxiang. 놛 seemed to feel something appear behind 놛, but it disappeared in an instant.
Since 껥 has disappeared, there is no need to worry about it.
Thinking of this, Zixiao started the next round of indiscriminate bombing against the Formless Holy Lord in front of him.
The Holy Lord Yaoguang on the other side almost burst into tears when he saw Lin Wuya flying backwards.
놛Now I want to ask Lin Wuya a question.
Who gave you the courage?
Have you always been so reckless?
You were instantly killed, and people didn’t even know you had sneak attacks. You want such a loser to humiliate your own little idiot... Bah, little cabbage? !
Moreover, Lin Wuya's momentum just now was so interesting.
They all made that kind of expression, but it turned out to be a waste of time.
Seeing Zixiao constantly attacking the Wuxiang Holy Lord, the Yaoguang Holy Lord seemed to have thought of something and walked slowly to Zixiao's vicinity.
"Ahem..."
clang!
A big stick fell from the hand of the Holy Lord Shaking Light and fell to the ground, making a metallic impact.
"Oh! Isn't 놖놆 too old? I can't even hold a weapon. What if this thing falls into the hands of the enemy?! 놖놆 wants to help the Holy Lord Wuxiang!"
Holy Lord Yaoguang shouted at the top of his lungs, for fear that Zi Xiao wouldn't hear.
The Wuxiang Holy Lord who was being beaten was so angry that he never thought that the Yaoguang Holy Lord would become more shameless every time!
You might as well give that big stick to Zi Xiao and pretend to drop it on the ground.
Just when Holy Lord Yaoguang used slow motion to bend down little by little and was about to pick up the big stick, a figure appeared next to 놛 and directly picked up the big stick.
This thing is the "unparalleled magic weapon" that the Holy Lord Wuxiang smashed all over his head before!
Not very aggressive, but extremely insulting!
Once hit, he kept silent.
"Well, you thief, give your magic weapon back to you!"
The Holy Lord of Yaoguang stretched out a hand in a pretentious manner and winked at Zixiao.
The latter immediately "understood" his intention, walked directly in front of the Holy Lord of Yaoguang, and kicked him!
Boom!
The kick landed on the back of the Holy Lord of Yaoguang, making a loud noise.
After flying out of the Holy Land of Yaoguang, he shouted at Zixiao: "You are taking revenge for your personal grudge!!!"
Whoosh...
A parabola directly cut through the horizon.
At the same time, because Zixiao came to pick up the weapon, the Holy Lord of Wuxiang got a chance to breathe.
At this moment, the Holy Lord of Wuxiang clasped his hands together, with no joy or sadness on his face.
Although he was slightly embarrassed because of Zixiao's attack before, it did not affect his appearance as a peerless monk.
"Amitabha... Benefactor, let me help you ascend to paradise today!"
Om...
Suddenly, the Buddha's light surged from the body of the Wuxiang Saint. Not only was his own Dharma glowing, but there was also a Zen stick in his hand. The Zen stick was golden and burning.
It was obviously his holy weapon.
At this moment, the Yaoguang Saint, who had landed on a tree trunk, drooled at the Zen stick.
"Forged with the true fire of the Golden Crow? What a good thing!"
Zixiao looked at the Zen stick in front of him, his mouth slightly raised, and then a light flashed in his hand.
The Human Emperor Sword appeared directly in his hand.
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