I trained my sister to the eighth level of boxing

Chapter 1899: The Disaster of the Destruction of Nanzhao

With a thud, one of the Happy Dharma Kings stomped his foot on the ground, sending a shockwave that made Lu Ziqing jump back. The trunk of another Happy Dharma King grabbed Lu Ziqing like a tornado, and Lu Ziqing barely managed to escape with a trail of fire on his sword.

Amidst the earth-shaking, two Happy Dharma Kings surrounded Lu Ziqing in the middle and grinned. They saw that only Lu Ziqing was particularly strong, and the other girls were very ordinary. One Dharma King began to chant a spell, and a shocking sound like a whistle came out of his elephant's trunk. The other focused on attacking, wielding a huge axe and a big knife with amazing strength. In a blink of an eye, the attacks of the two Happy Dharma Kings overwhelmed Lu Ziqing. Lu Ziqing dodged and returned several sword strikes, and every sword strike drew blood, but there was no wound. The two Happy Dharma Kings didn't seem to be hurt at all, and attacked Lu Ziqing fiercely. With one axe strike, the ground cracked and the houses collapsed.

Lu Ziqing couldn't help but sigh, blood is really the king. And the power of these two guys is so great that it is simply a tyrannical feeling that can only be achieved by the strength of a hundred people. It seems that the believers of the Joyful God Cult can not only bear the damage for them, but also add strength to them. Even a real elephant is far from having such a huge power.

However, no matter how thick your blood is, there will be a time when it will be chopped off, right?
The crowd watching the fight looked anxious, and Ximei said, "Let's go help him."

Bai Qianqian said, "The Mountain God doesn't need us to take action."

Ximei asked curiously, "Why do you call Qingge the Mountain God?"

"Because he is the mountain god." Bai Qianqian looked proud. This is a special fate between me and the mountain god.

In the mirage, many green fish shadows appeared at some point, swirling around the field like a storm. And gradually, these koi took on a touch of fire color, turning into swimming dragons. The two Happy Dharma Kings began to howl miserably, feeling as if they had fallen into a frying pan, and even the air they breathed became extremely hot. And their bodies became very heavy, as if they had fallen into the abyss at the bottom of the sea. Lu Ziqing swung his sword, and it was like the impact of a volcanic eruption, splitting the two Happy Dharma Kings to the ground.

At this moment, the two Happy Dharma Kings suddenly realized that the young man in front of them had a very high level of cultivation, and might even be stronger than their leader.

"Still alive?" Lu Ziqing was a little surprised. How could blood be so thick? But thinking back to when the Nanji Immortal possessed Li Wan'er and was able to directly destroy the temporary hideout of the Joyful God Cult, there was no reason why he couldn't kill two Dharma King-level characters.

The shadows of the fish and dragon dissipated, the two happy Dharma Kings were gasping for breath, the elephant's eyes were fierce, white smoke was coming out of his body, and the happy halo behind him had shrunk by two circles, but it still retained very powerful power.

The two finally found a chance to catch their breath, and together they brandished their weapons, using their special moves against Lu Ziqing, shouting out the names of moves that had no meaning. A powerful pink light wave condensed on the Joyous Light Wheel, continuously shining on Lu Ziqing, and at the same time, red rays of light blasted out from the weapons, bombarding Lu Ziqing.

"Be careful!" Madam Hui was shocked. This was a bit similar to the Hongxi Shintoism she practiced. Ordinary people might not be able to see this light, and this light would destroy a person's fate. When a person's fate with the world is completely destroyed, he or she will disappear from the world and become a wandering ghost. Madam Hui didn't have time to think about it, and immediately swung her red bond line in front of Lu Ziqing like a whip, forming a protective barrier for him. However, a flash of knife light appeared in front of Lu Ziqing, and not only was the pink light bounced away, but Madam Hui's red bond line also burned. The weapons clashed, and Lu Ziqing had already changed to a huge demon sword in his hand. He only complained faintly: "It's too troublesome."

The two happy Dharma Kings were horrified. Their weapons were actually burning? Madam Hui shrank into a corner, holding the remaining half of the red string of bond, heartbroken.

Lu Ziqing slashed twice without much force, and two bloody marks appeared on the faces of the two Happy Dharma Kings' elephants, one on the left and one on the right. This time, the wounds did not disappear.

"Ah--!" The two screamed in unison. They hadn't felt such pain for a long time.

Then the two were shocked to find that their bodies were on fire, burning like their weapons. The two began to desperately put out the flames on their bodies, but it was useless. They rolled on the ground, sprayed water at each other with their trunks, and tried to protect themselves with magic tools, but all of them had no effect. At first, they were still bumping around in the fog, but soon they could only roll on the ground. If they were normal people, they might die quickly, but these two people had many believers who took the damage for them, so they did not die for a long time, and could only continue to endure this huge pain that was more intense than the burning flames.

Lu Ziqing snorted coldly: “You deserve it!” Have a taste of the Soul-Enchanting Demonic Sword, and by the way, the damage of Chaos Fire will come with it. I am not afraid that you will not die.

He vaguely remembered that he had seen the leader of the Happy Sect, and that the leader seemed to have died miserably, but how did he die? He and Tie Xingnan fainted together, and he didn't remember the specific circumstances. He only knew that the leader of the Happy Sect was killed by Li Wan'er, who was possessed by the Nanji Immortal, but he had never even seen his corpse, so he must have been reduced to ashes, right?
At the same time, in Nanzhao, believers continued to scream, men and women struggled in pain, and then died. In a blink of an eye, thousands of people fell to the ground and died.

The King of Nanzhao had been so frightened by the previous tragic scene that he had led his troops to rush over. Earlier, tens of thousands of people had died at once! The bodies of the Joyous Cult members filled the morgue outside the city. Now it was starting again? Hundreds of people fell to the ground and died, and every household was screaming. Even the Nanzhao soldiers around the King of Nanzhao kept falling to the ground with sudden screams, howling that they were burning, and died after struggling for a while. Everyone who saw this scene was terrified and frantically prayed for the protection of the Joyous God.

In just a short moment, the entire Nanzhao Kingdom was once again shrouded in screams and howls.

"The imperial teacher is dead!" A palace guard ran over to report in fear. At this moment, everyone was thinking, is it possible that all the people in Nanzhao will die?

But fortunately, the screams finally stopped. About three thousand people died.

The King of Nanzhao was sweating profusely, and his trusted ministers whispered to him, "Your Majesty, should we change our state religion to one that is more reliable?"