Alchemy Dao Immortal

Chapter 617: Invincible Thunder Method to Suppress Evil
At the same time, the brilliant white frost wheel hanging high in the air shook violently, bursting out with unprecedented precious light, which seemed to be more than three to five times larger. Unstoppable sword energy burst out one after another, and the remaining light covered an area of ​​hundreds of miles and was everywhere.

All one could hear was the endless sound of dense sword whistling, like thousands of arrows fired at the same time, without any wind or rain. As soon as the demon showed up, he was pierced through the heart by thousands of arrows and chopped into ashes.

In less than half a minute, the demons flying in the sky became sparse instead of dense, allowing the light from outside to seep in, making the sky bright and clear, like the sound of autumn, sweeping away the weirdness just now.

There is not much difference in the nature of the magical powers between Zhou Qing's Flying Golden Emperor Bailun and the great monk Zhao Wenming of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect. The power of the magical powers mainly lies in the strength of the magic power that controls the magical powers.

And now, Zhou Qing continued to increase the strength of his magic power, but Zhao Wenming began to hesitate and did not keep up. As a result, the two magical powers that were originally in a stalemate had a winner. The magical power, the White Wheel of the Flying Golden Emperor, seemed to be getting bigger and stronger, just like a huge, frosty, cold sun rising in the sky.

From a distance, the white wheel of the Flying Golden Emperor was spinning, and the sword light was full of murderous intent, stretching outward for dozens of miles. No matter how fast the demon flew, like lightning, if his magic power could not keep up, he would be pushed flat by the wheel.

Dozens of miles away, a bloody curtain unfolded behind Zhao Wenming. He looked at the flying demons being chopped into pieces by the sword light before they could even fly back and forth. The treasure wheel was advancing steadily, and the thunderous murderous intent was coming towards him. He felt depressed.

Under the control of powerful magic, the opponent's magical powers extended to dozens of miles and continued to expand outward. In such a situation, not to mention his Dharma body, even his demon head could not get close.

When he condensed his Nascent Soul Dharmakaya and became a great cultivator, his magical powers could only reach a range of ten miles, making him the best among his peers. Even though he has been a great cultivator for more than three hundred years and has been honing his skills day after day, his magical powers cannot be as powerful as this.

The opponent's magic power is too strong and too incredible!
"How to do?"

Zhao Wenming looked at the growing bigger and bigger white wheel of the Flying Golden Emperor, his face reflected a frosty white and coldness. If he didn't change, the opponent would just push him over.

If it was normal, facing such a force that could break all laws, he would not be without a solution. At most, he could avoid the sharp edge and adopt the method of fighting. The magic power of the Demon Sect was originally more inclined to strange changes, suitable for fighting, appearing and disappearing. But it was different now, he could not give way so easily.

On the one hand, he came here under someone's watch. As a veteran monk, he was beaten away by a new monk in a single encounter, which was humiliating.

On the other hand, he wanted to block Zhou Qing's path and find out as much as possible about Zhou Qing's background. If he gave way now and Zhou Qing continued to move forward, he would not be able to do it.

This area is a no-man's land, and people from the Demon Sect like him can attack without restraint. If they go further, they will enter Yongxingzhou, which is the traditional power of Xuanmen. At that time, if a great cultivator from the Demon Sect like him wanders around, it may attract Xuanmen to attack and suppress him, which is more likely to be dangerous.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Wenming took out a magic weapon that looked like a waist drum from his sleeve. There were strange patterns interwoven on the top and bottom, like countless eyes, but they were tightly closed at this moment, revealing a sense of weirdness.

After taking a look at the continuing expansion of the Gengjin Qi, the great monk of the Wanmo Sect directly threw out the strange magic weapon. The next moment, after sensing the inspiration, the eyes on the waist drum magic weapon all opened at once, and countless blood lights shot up and down, dispersing a large part of the power of the indestructible Feijin Emperor Bailun.

Upon discovering that the attack was successful, Zhao Wenming remained calm. This was expected.

This waist drum looks like a magic weapon, but in fact it is neither a magic weapon nor a magical power. It is somewhere between a magical power and a magic weapon. It was made with great difficulty over decades and using a lot of precious natural treasures.

Once this thing appears, all laws are broken, it is very domineering.

After breaking the magical power of the Flying Golden Emperor's white wheel that was pressing down like a mountain, Zhao Wenming shook his Dharma body and walked straight to the center palace, attacking Zhou Qing directly. The overwhelming blood surged up, filthy everything, covering the sky and the sun.

This great cultivator from the Ten Thousand Demons Sect was a very skilled and courageous person. If he didn't move, it would be fine. But when he moved, it was shocking. He attacked Zhou Qing by surprise, and like a sharp dagger, he inserted it into the deepest part, trying to directly kill Zhou Qing's Dharma body.

The methods of the Demon Sect are the most bizarre. Once a great cultivator of the Demon Sect gets close to you and takes control of your energy, the consequences will be disastrous.

But soon, Zhao Wenming, a great cultivator of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, was surprised, because after breaking through the magical power of the Flying Golden Emperor Bailun, he came inside, and saw a vast amount of magic power surging in front of him, forming circles and layers, protecting Zhou Qing in the center.

"you,"

Zhao Wenming looked at Zhou Qing, who seemed to be behind layers of curtains, and his face changed completely. He thought that the other party had just tried his best to compete with him in magic power and supernatural powers, but he didn't expect that the other party was actually fighting with him while setting up a magic barrier to protect himself?

This kind of fighting, both offensive and defensive, is indeed foolproof, but only those in the game know that it is not that they don't want to do it, but that they really can't do it. After all, the two people's fighting just now has already increased the strength of their magic power to an extremely high level, how could they have enough energy to set up a magic barrier?

How powerful must Zhou Qing's magic power be to be so comprehensive?

Seeing the opponent coming suddenly and approaching him, Zhou Qing smiled slightly. The cloud on his head turned, and an astonishing aura of destruction was stimulated. Then clouds appeared in the air, and thunder roared across the sky. Thousands of thunder and lightning shot down, each of them was dazzling white and unstoppable, covering an area of ​​dozens of miles.

Such a powerful thunder, overwhelming and overwhelming, the destructive force squeezed every inch of space. From a distance, the entire sky and earth seemed to be folding, and terrifying lightning flashed through the gaps. "Thunder method!"

Sensing the breath of Gengjin Qi contained in the thunder that was roaming all over the sky, Zhao Wenming's expression was serious. The magical power of Taoism that Demon Sect cultivators like him hated the most, if thunder magic ranked second, then no other magical power would dare to rank first.

Moreover, the thunder in front of him was fast and dense, blocking all around. It was obvious that the opponent had already accumulated strength long ago, just waiting for him to break through and then unleash it immediately, making it impossible to retreat, and he could only use all means to resist.

Thinking of this, a gloom appeared on Zhao Wenming's face. As a great monk of the Demon Sect, such thunder magic certainly did not pose a fatal threat to him. However, it was still unpleasant to inevitably expose the supernatural powers and magic weapons he possessed.

As his thoughts turned, a colorful aura emerged from above his Dharma body. Its color was seven-colored and flowed unsteadily. It naturally turned into a canopy, propped up high. Countless distorted faces appeared on it, opened their mouths, and swallowed the thunder that was striking down on them.

As soon as Gang Lei arrived, before he touched him, he was swallowed by the ghost face on the canopy and disappeared without a trace.

In an instant, the ghost face swelled and looked more distorted and terrifying.

"Swallowing Thunder?"

Zhou Qing saw this with a cold gaze, although the opponent's magical power was strange, it was impossible for it to devour his Gengjin Divine Thunder without any damage. At most, it could only temporarily contain it and weaken it.

With this judgment, he let out a roar, the clouds turned again, and his magic power surged out, continuing to transform into endless golden thunder, which continuously hit Zhao Wenming.

The overwhelming thunder spread everywhere, and the breath of destruction rose steadily.

Zhou Qing's attainments in thunder magic are already extraordinary, and he has powerful mana to control it. His power is far beyond that of ordinary new great monks.

This effort was truly earth-shattering!
Zhao Wenming resisted for a while and found something wrong. The golden thunder shot out by the opponent seemed to have no end. If this continued, he would not be able to hold on.

Looking at the distorted faces on the top of his head, because of swallowing too much gold thunder, the surface was even covered with circles of bright white, and it was filled with eerie air.

It won't be long before the face can't bear the weight and explodes.

Zhao Wenming looked through the heavy thunder and saw Zhou Qing, who was hidden behind and standing in the cloud light like the Lord of Thunder. His thoughts kept turning.

The opponent's magic power is really too powerful. Any magical power in the opponent's hands is more powerful than that of an ordinary great cultivator, not to mention such a first-class thunder magic power, which is even more unstoppable.

If this continues, I'm afraid I'll have to leave this trip in disgrace.

Zhao Wenming's eyes flickered several times before he made a decision. He continued to practice his skills. Black threads invisible to the naked eye emerged from his ears, nose and mouth. The face on the canopy on top of his head became more and more distorted, and he actually suppressed the lightning that was about to seep out.

As time went by, more and more black threads came out of his mouth, nose and ears, and in the end, they were almost transformed into a twisted ghost face in mid-air. The great monk of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect suddenly shouted, and all the faces on the canopy on top of his head suddenly exploded, and then gathered into a sharp spear, piercing Zhou Qing directly.

This time, it was so fast that it was as fast as lightning, so fast that it was unbelievable. It had already surpassed the perception of a cultivator at the third level of the Nascent Soul stage. By the time the cultivator noticed it, it had already arrived in front of him.

In addition, this spear not only contained his blood demon power, but also a part of the gold element thunder power that he had just swallowed and contained. The two merged together, like blood-colored thunder.

After delivering this attack, Zhao Wenming's face suddenly turned pale and he looked as if he was seriously injured.

The attack just now was one of his killer moves. He used the twisted ghost face to absorb external attacks. After absorbing enough, he would take advantage of the momentum to rebound and hit back all the absorbed attacks. It was unstoppable.

The more this magical power swallows, the more it contains, and the more violent the rebound. However, if it exceeds the limit of swallowing and containing, the cultivator's own Dharma body must resist the backlash.

Taking into consideration that the opponent was too powerful, Zhao Wenming did not hesitate to consume the vitality of his Dharma body this time, and let this magical power absorb and contain enough thunder, so that the rebound force reached the upper limit of his control.

Such an attack may not be as powerful as a full-strength attack from a real killing weapon, but it is strangely powerful and hard to defend against. By the time the opponent reacts, the magical power has already arrived.

(End of this chapter)