I inherited a family fortune of 5000 years

Chapter 1411 Fighting in groups, right?

"He started again!"

Hui et al. did not know how many times this helpless expression appeared on their faces. Zhang Mengyu was either provoking the power of the world or the manager of the nine-story tower after going through the three trial worlds. If he was not doing these two things thing, that is on the way to do these two things.

"Aren't you going to kill me? Triple curse? Can you kill me? Try moving my finger? What curse, what power of the world, what kind of broken manager, that's all you can do, you Just retire now!"

While Zhang Mengyu was cursing, the pressure on his body rose sharply. You must know that as the storm and black mist were dispersed, those detectors and aircraft that could not enter around the Xuankong Temple immediately followed one after another. The images of Xuanlong Temple have been relayed to other parts of the world through those devices.

"Look! It's Zhang Menglong!"

"Sure enough, I said that there must be a practitioner like us in Xuanlong Temple, but I didn't expect it to be him."

"It seems that those temples and ancient temples do have the power to isolate the world and organize that power to hunt down us."

"But what's their situation now? Just now, I thought that the ancient temple was almost finished."

"Don't forget, the voice said at the beginning that someone who breaks the rules will be punished with a triple curse. Zhang Mengyu's pursuit is naturally much stronger than ours. If it were us, maybe in the If you hide in there for three months, you can pass this test without incident."

"Then what is he doing now?"

"Dispel the power of the world that hunts us down?"

"No... I think he seems to want to destroy the power of this world!"

……

Zhang Menglong continued to brazenly provoke and insult the power of the world and the incompetence of the nine-story pagoda manager. The blooming Buddha light has completely dispelled the surrounding black mist, and even the figure of the god of death wielding a sickle in the sky has been weakened a lot.

With this little remaining power, it is even difficult to break through the original Buddhist power of Xuanlong Temple.

Suddenly, the voice sounded again.

This is the first time that the manager of the nine-story tower made a sound while the trial was in progress!
"The trialist Zhang Mengyu severely damaged the trial and provoked the manager. The difficulty of this trial continues to increase. All the curses are concentrated on one person. If he lives, everyone will live. If he dies, everyone will die!"

The voice of the world manager has always been flat and without any emotion, but even he can't be insulted for so long without any reaction, even if his head is made of dough, he must have a temper, right?This is the most effective and maximum sanction against Zhang Mengyu within his ability.

……

"It's over, it's over..."

One foot of a demigod was caught in a trap used to catch ferocious beasts, and his ankle was almost shattered. In front of him, a beast comparable to a second-level life form was slowly approaching him.

He originally thought that by avoiding the city, he would be less threatened in the wilderness, but the god of death still did not let him go.

However, at this moment, a black air suddenly left his body, and all the bad luck and disaster seemed to disappear without a trace at this moment.

"Bang!" There was a sound similar to a shotgun, and the beast fell down in response, and there was a loud echo in the whole forest.

"Here! People are here!"

"What an unlucky guy. Fortunately, we have surveillance here. This is a hunting area. Can anyone come in casually?"

"Brother, you are really lucky, that beast is notoriously fierce."

……

This kind of scene also happened in other areas. Many people who were facing life-threatening were suddenly rescued. After all, without the gaze of death, this kind of accidental death is indeed a very low probability event.

But they escaped from the hand of death, and the energy attached to them gathered in the direction of Xuanlong Temple. Now, they only have one target, and that is Zhang Mengyu!

As the evening approached, the sky gradually darkened, and the sky was already in chaos, with countless black air coming from all directions and converging on the figure holding the sickle.

"Master, the energy of resentment has started to increase again!"

"A lot of resentment, I feel that countless resentment is continuously coming here."

"It must be that he just insulted this resentment, and these resentments actually have their own thinking! It is not dead!"

"Abbot, we can't let them stay here anymore, or we, Xuanlong Temple, will be buried with him!"

"This..." Master Yuankong has never seen such a thing. In the past few days, he has seen too many things that cannot be explained by his own knowledge, and he has also seen too many things that were once out of reach for him.

With the growth of the phantom of the god of death, the energy it contains has far exceeded the peak period just now, and even its shape has become taller and taller, and it has reached the level that ordinary monks can see with the naked eye.

"Then... what is that? A god of death?"

"There is such an existence in this world!"

"How can he fight against such an existence? No matter how advanced the Dharma is, it's useless!"

"No, no, no!" Zhang Mengyu shook his finger at the monk who raised the question, "You have to believe in one sentence, the Dharma is boundless, and dirty things will always be dirty things, and they should stay in the trash can!"

Zhang Mengyu said to the sky, "At first, I was thinking about how to protect other people even if I was fine, but now you have directly concentrated all the power of the world, which also saves me a lot of energy, so that I don't have to worry about it." To run here and there."

Zhang's dim eyes lingered on the phantom of the god of death for a while, "The power of this world is not a good thing, or just be a good person once and wipe it out. The power of the world is gone, just breed it again." !"

Zhang Mengyu clasped his hands together and began to recite the second scripture. Behind him, a colorful Buddha's light suddenly appeared.

"Is he really the reincarnation of the living Buddha?" The monks looked at Zhang Mengyu who was shrouded in the sacred light, and started to pay homage to him.

"Faxiang Tiandi!" Zhang Mengyu uttered the Sanskrit voice, and the Buddha statue that was originally blooming with Buddha's light suddenly exploded, and then, a phantom of Buddha over 200 meters tall rose from the entire Xuanlong Temple.

The Buddha was wearing an incomparably gorgeous cassock, blessed with an incomparably powerful fluctuation of Buddha power, which even overwhelmed the phantom of death that had not yet fully formed in an instant.

It slowly raised its mountain-like palm, and pressed it down towards the death phantom.

The phantom of the god of death also waved a sickle, cutting off one after another of energy, but this energy appeared extremely weak in front of this dharma, and could not even leave any scars on its palm.

"Oh!"

The phantom of the god of death was slapped on the ground with a slap, without any resistance.

However, this is the power of the world after all. As more and more energy gathers, phantoms of death gods once again condense in the sky, and the number has increased from hundreds to thousands, and there is even a tendency to continue to increase.

Afterwards, those phantoms of the god of death began to merge with each other. Although the number decreased, they became more powerful individuals.

"Fighting, right?" Zhang Meng smiled, "Brothers, take out those figures I just made...ah no, take out all the Buddha statues I just made, and fight in groups. Labor and management have never been afraid. Today Don’t even try to keep a single drop of your power in this world for me!”

(End of this chapter)