One Punch Monk

Chapter 68 Who Can Stop Me?

"Dean Song, I, Lu, have been looking forward to your words for a long time!"

Lu Xuanji's eyes glowed with a faint green light, and his aura suddenly rose a lot.

"The fate is mine, whoever dares to stop me, I will destroy him!"

A cold voice full of will to destroy suddenly reached everyone's ears.

Under everyone's stunned gaze, Lu Xuanji's body suddenly exploded, and at the place where it exploded, a black mist enveloped the entire academy's internal defense.

"Boom~~"

There was a violent impact sound, and the layers of defense suddenly shattered like glazed glass.

That black mist broke through the big formation of the academy!
Although Haoran Academy is the weakest and least cohesive fairy gate among the nine immortal sects in the eyes of the world, it is after all the nine heavenly rank immortal gates!
The Celestial Immortal Sect represents the top power in the Middle Kingdom, and now its guardian formation is easily pierced by Shi Gui. It is obviously not that the formation is too weak.

It's Shi Gui, too strong!

You must know that 400 years ago, Shi Gui was already the pinnacle of the fourth grade of Confucianism, and now he may have stepped into the threshold of the upper three realms.

If it is converted to Buddhism, it is at the level of a third-rank Arhat and a second-rank Bodhisattva. Now the land gods are hidden from the world, and the old monsters sitting in the Nine Great Immortal Gates are at most second-rank.

And Lu Xuanji, the poet ghost, already has the strength to challenge.

The most important thing is that many people realize that Shi Gui seems to be different from the legend.

Not only did his sanity fall into madness, he even showed a ferocious expression of desire to kill.

Then,

A piercing beam of light smashed down from the sky,

"what!"

"Quickly open!"

"not good!"

Everyone exclaimed one after another, but in that beam of light, billowing Yin energy gushed out.

Covering the sky and blocking out the sun, it is almost like wolf smoke.

"Pfft~~~"

Yin Qi was drawn into Shi Gui's body, and the breath of Shi Gui became stronger and stronger.

Dean Song's complexion changed suddenly, and he quickly swung the ruler to strike at Yin Qi.

"boom!"

The ruler hit the Yin Qi, but the Yin Qi disappeared in an instant.

A huge sense of crisis hit, and Dean Song screamed in his heart that something was wrong, and hurriedly wanted to fly away.

"I've succeeded, want to leave? It's too late!"

An extremely indifferent voice sounded from the sky.

The poet ghost began to chant quickly,

"The sky and the sun have passed away, and the earth is sad. There is no end to the sun, and the wave of the foot is in vain. Years go fast and the arrow is bright and fast. The long-term is hard to reach, and the surplus is solid and hopeful. It’s hard to stop, my life is safe and prolongable? I look forward to passing away, how many times in a blink of an eye!”

In just a few words, everyone present watched Dean Song helplessly. From a tall middle-aged man with a square face, under the oppression of an invisible force, his face gradually became old.

It seems that in just a few breaths, decades of time have passed.

"It's the law of heaven!"

"The poet ghost has comprehended the rules of heaven, and he has entered the upper three realms!"

A person with broad vision exclaimed, and everyone watched the two people fighting in mid-air, and couldn't help but sweat for Dean Song.

The sign of the strong in the upper three realms is that they have comprehended some of the rules of the heavens, and this threshold has blocked countless amazing and talented people.

Since the dawn of chaos, no matter whether it is ancient gods or demon gods, or immortals, or even the land gods of the human race, no one can act beyond the way of heaven, and everyone is a pawn played by the rules.

And the rule that Lu Xuanji comprehended seems to be "aging".

After 400 years of vicissitudes, when he was resurrected, things changed and people changed. This is what he realized.

Dean Song, can he really fight against the powerhouses of the upper three realms?

Princess Taiping looked into the depths of the academy worriedly. Could it be that Lao Shanchang had to be invited to defeat Shi Gui?

Leaving aside whether the legendary old mountain leader is really still alive, even if he makes the move alive, Haoran Academy's status as the Nine Heavenly Rank Immortal Sect will inevitably be questioned even more.

And next year will be the year when the immortal sects of the Great Zhou will rearrange their order. At that time, those earth-level immortal sects who are eyeing each other will probably take the initiative to compete.

Dean Song's counterattack arrived soon.

"The Master said: If a gentleman is not serious, he is not powerful."

Dean Song's serious voice sounded.

Only a "click" sound was heard, and the newly closed guardian formation in the sky began to rotate rapidly, and there were countless images in the sky, and then, a powerful and incomparable aura suddenly descended!

It seems that it can destroy everything and crush the world!
Dean Song's face turned pale, and he desperately urged his artistic conception.

And behind him, the awe-inspiring aura that descended also burst into dazzling light, merging with his artistic conception.

"The Master said: When you see a virtuous person, think about it."

Following Dean Song's words, his aura suddenly increased again, reaching a level where he could rival Lu Xuanji, a poetic ghost.

"Boom~~"

"Oh!"

The moods of the two sides collided together, making a violent vibration!

Not as affectionate as in Wendou, but a real life-and-death magical duel,
Both parties tried their best to mobilize their aura, and neither dared to hold back.

"boom!"

Immediately afterwards, Lu Xuanji continued to smash down with the artistic conception of the power of rules, and the space collapsed and collapsed, and even shattered space-time turbulence appeared!
Dean Song's complexion changed again and again. He never expected that with the blessing of the rules of the big formation, he would not be able to stop it!

"Om~~"

A bell rang, and a bronze bell appeared from Dean Song's hand, and slowly flew into the sky.

The ancient bronze clock exuded a simple and vicissitudes of life. The moment it appeared, there was a strange wave in the sky above the entire academy.

A series of quaint words kept flying out of the ancient bronze clock, and then fell into Dean Song's body.

Suddenly, Dean Song's aura became more ethereal and mysterious, like a god descending from the sky.

He raised the ruler in his hand, pointed at the artistic conception that covered the sky above, and sternly shouted: "Traitor of Confucianism, you colluded with immortals in exchange for the rules of heaven, and violated the covenant of sealing heaven. Today, I, Song, will kill you!" Kill on the spot!"

Everyone's color changes, and the poet ghost breaks through the upper three realms, borrowing the power of the immortal?

Before he could think about it, the moment the words fell, the ruler in Dean Song's hand was thrown into the sky.

In the air, a small blue figure holding a ruler appeared faintly.

The appearance of this cyan villain is almost indistinguishable from that of Dean Song.

However, the aura of this cyan villain is several times stronger than that of the previous Dean Song!
The cyan little mouth murmured,

"The Master said: If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening!"

Holding a ruler in his hand, he violently waved it towards the poetic ghost's "aging" artistic conception above his head.

When the two collided, there was a violent roar immediately, and a tyrannical energy fluctuation, centered on the two, quickly spread to the surroundings.

"Puff, puff~"

Under the impact of this tyrannical force, Dean Song and the cyan villain spurted blood one after another.

"boom!"

There was a deafening bang, and the figures of Dean Song and Lu Xuanji stepped back together.

The poetic ghost Lu Xuanji's aura became sluggish, obviously he was not intact.

But Dean Song was even more miserable. He was directly sent flying by the aftermath of that energy, smashing countless solid walls, and barely stabilized his figure.

However, at this moment, Dean Song doesn't have the high-spirited aura of before, he looks like an old man.

"Sixty years ago, you and those people joined forces to kill me but I escaped by chance. Now I have been guided by the immortals to achieve the Dao. You said that you can die at night after hearing the Tao. Now that you have seen my Dao, today, You go to die!"

The poet ghost raised his head to the sky and howled, the artistic conception shrouded his head, evolving countless separations and reunions in the world, as if hundreds of years passed away with the snap of a finger.

The hundreds of people below had different expressions. Some prayed that Cui Xiang would return quickly after seeing the situation here, some were waiting to see if there were any hidden strongmen in Haoran Academy, and some had already started to run away.

With the help of the immortal, Shi Gui is now in the upper three realms, and in the eyes of everyone, he is already an invincible existence.

Princess Taiping looked at the seriously injured Shangguan Guaner, who shook her head, obviously, she had fallen into despair.

The poetic ghost's artistic conception has spread out, and the bodies of the few escaped people began to age at a speed visible to the naked eye in a blink of an eye, and everyone was so frightened that they dared not move.

"Who can stop me?"

Lu Xuanji put his hand behind his back, looked around, and asked calmly.

"I've heard people say that a great person came to Haoran Academy. He even killed several masters from the Hall of Ghosts and the Seven Dou Rice Sect. He might even kill Master Baigu to scum. If you are there, you can try to stand up. See if you can stop me."

No one can stop Shi Gui,
Lu Daru shook his head and smiled wryly. He helped Dean Song up, ready to fight to the death.

The scene fell into a deathly silence, only the poet ghost stood proudly above the sky.

His artistic conception is like a dark cloud covering the top, pressing on everyone's heads.

And at this moment,
He looked at Wu Lanshan, Princess of Pingyang.

"Little girl, when you heard this sentence, you seemed to be shaking all the time. Do you know who that person is?"

The cloudy artistic conception is slowly suppressed,

Wu Lanshan covered her mouth, her eyes showed fear, but she refused to speak out.

Although Wu Lanshan has always been very cowardly, she knows that she has been exposed. The ghost of poetry is so terrifying that the mage must not be able to deal with it. She will not let the mage be exposed no matter what.

However, at this moment, she saw a familiar figure standing up on the south side of the canal.

Shen Budu has completely refined the one hundred noble qi into his own spiritual qi.

"Benefactor, the sea of ​​suffering knows no bounds, turn your back and keep going."

(End of this chapter)