Covering the sky starts from the mortal body

Chapter 88: Destroy the disciples of Zifu

Although the disciples of these aristocratic families and holy places are not very advanced, they still have good eyesight.

Zhang Wenchang's murder with guqin seems to be an understatement, but in fact he has entered an extremely advanced state. He has comprehended the prelude to God.

It is said that this kind of music has little to do with cultivation. It is a manifestation of a state of mind, an understanding of the great road, and an understanding of the various forms of the human world.

This is the sublimation of the spiritual realm. It cannot represent the full combat power, but it can reflect the strongest potential of a monk. If it is fully sublimated, it will definitely become the trump card of the ancient powers.

Zhang Wenchang doesn't look very old, only thirteen or fourteen years old, but he has comprehended a divine song that few people have been able to get involved in throughout the ages.

Just now, the people from the Ji family and the Holy Land still maintained their identities, but when they thought of some ancient powers in the door, they became a little silent again.

A disciple of the Ji family said: "There is a peerless god king in my ancestors, who also comprehended the prelude of the gods, and his combat power swept the East. To this kind of Dao Shenyin, although it is limited to the cultivation level, it is only the prelude to the gods, but it also has the initial power of shaking the world and weeping ghosts and gods."

As soon as these words came out, all the surrounding Holy Land disciples showed surprise eyes. This is obviously an amazing way of killing, but it is so beautiful and peaceful when played, it makes people bloom the flowers of life in the ultimate beauty, quietly A silent death, indeed. . .

"He is very powerful and a genius, but so what? If he dares to show such killing intent to us, the children of aristocratic families and saint disciples, he will not be able to live!"

"Yeah, a genius who hasn't grown up is nothing, maybe we're about to go extinct!"

"Boy, you are still shrouding us with this murderous intent, are you looking for death?"

"I don't know which high teacher's disciple you are? Such experience must come from the Holy Land, or from the aristocratic family?"

A guqin sank in front of Zhang Wenchang, flowing with cyan light. The seven strings were undulating, like little dragons jumping, exuding the divine sound of the great avenue.

In the rain of crystal flowers, Zhang Wenchang's heart felt ethereal. He seemed to have forgotten everything in the outside world and was immersed in a wonderful Taoist realm.

The two disciples of the Yaoguang Holy Land, one named Li Wuyou and the other Wang Cheng, are both practitioners in the Dao Palace realm.

There are three disciples of the Ji family, one is named Ji Chengshan, one is named Ji Chengliang, and the other is named Ji Chengcheng.

A disciple of Zifu Holy Land, named Ziguang.

These people are practitioners in the Dao Palace realm, they are all in their 30s and [-]s, and it seems that they are more than enough in the sect.

"Hmph, you pretentious guy, don't think that killing a group of bandits casually is a big deal. Let me try his skills." The guy named Ziguang in Zifu Holy Land was a little arrogant and couldn't stand Zhang Wenchang. That calm, silent pretense.

Ziguang was wearing a gleaming black iron battle suit, which was obviously a good armor.

A black long spear appeared in his hand, it was ten feet long, with black dragon patterns engraved on it, and the tip of the spear turned black and red, obviously stained with a lot of blood, soaked into the black iron.

He walked towards Zhang Wenchang step by step, walking very slowly, as if he was accumulating his momentum, his expression was indifferent, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes, looking at Zhang Wenchang's eyes, as if he was staring at a prey.

"So what if you evolved the Prelude to God at such a young age? Today I stabbed you to death, and what kind of shit genius will be turned into flying ashes. Be a low-key person in your next life!"

This disciple named Ziguang was once slapped away by Zixia in the Zongmen Grand Competition, and then slapped away by the Zifu Shengzi. It can be said that his heart was severely hit.

From then on, he had the desire and desire to kill genius, and that almost morbid mentality echoed repeatedly in his heart.

Now when he heard the disciples of the Ji family say that he was a genius, his eyes began to shimmer with a strange light. It was a kind of eagerness, a kind of longing, a kind of pathological state of joy.

boom

A streak of purple energy emanated from him, vast and mighty, like a haze, and soon became as huge as a purple cloud.

The incomparably vast divine power and incomparably heavy purple energy pressed towards Zhang Wenchang with a pressure like a mountain.

buzzing.

The black spear in his hand was like a black lightning, as if it penetrated the void and shot toward Zhang Wenchang's eyebrows.

It was too fast, like a black light, shooting towards Zhang Wenchang.

Zhang Wenchang stroked his hands lightly, and the Guqin shot out the inexhaustible divine sound of the Dao, which turned into lights of the Dao, collided with the black spear, and made a sonorous sound that shook the sky.

"Sure enough, there are two tricks!"

Ziguang boasted pretentiously, holding the black spear with both hands, his body seemed to be transformed into a black light, filled with purple energy all over the sky, he poured all the strength into his whole body, pointed directly at Zhang Wenchang's eyebrows, and wanted to nail him to the big bluestone .

"Brother Zishan is too powerful!"

"This shot is really overbearing!"

"The divine light it emits, like a black sun, will blind people's eyes."

"This gun is so powerful that it covers the sun in the sky!"

"Brother Zishan transcended the constraints of space, opened the shackles of time, sublimated in an instant, and took away this kid's life in a stunning moment!"

Ziguang made the most amazing blow in his life. The black spear wanted to penetrate all obstacles and nail Zhang Wenchang to the ground.

"Ding dong, ding dong"

Zhang Wenchang pressed the guqin lightly, and thousands of rays of light flew out from the sky, slashing towards the purple light.

Click click.

There was a shattering sound. This powerful and domineering black spear was smashed into pieces two meters away from Zhang Wenchang and flew back.

"what..."

With a scream, Zi Shan flew out. The black battle armor on his body was smashed to pieces, like broken copper and rotten iron, and the fragments of his spear flew around and fell to the ground.

Zi Shan, who was lying on the ground, stood up staggeringly, his heart was full of unwillingness, he seemed angry and helpless: "How could you be so strong!"

After he finished speaking, he fell on his back, and before he even touched the ground, his whole body was shattered, and turned into a piece of flying ash in the blink of an eye.

Only the pieces of black armor and spears on the ground proved that there had been a person here and that he had fought fiercely here.

Li Wuyou and Wang Cheng from the Shaking Light Holy Land, Ji Chengliang, Ji Chengshan, and Ji Chengcheng from the Ji family acted together and surrounded Zhang Wenchang in an instant.

There was no blood, no bones on the ground, everything had turned into fly ash, only some fragments of weapons were left, still exuding a gleaming cold light, Ziguang died completely, with no bones left, ashes disappeared, compared to entering the crematorium The treatment was still clean, leaving nothing but fragments of weapons.

"How did this happen? The mighty and domineering brother Zishan just now disappeared in the blink of an eye?!"

They stared at Zhang Wenchang as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

(End of this chapter)