The Dutian Lingguan Road that started from the Taoist soldiers

Chapter 173: Each with his own unique method
"Oh? White Wolf King?"

Wu Yong raised his eyebrows and with one hand pulled the beast king, who had two golden hooks piercing his scapula, a heart-piercing nail fixed in place, and a soul-forbidden lock locked in his dantian, to his front.

He closed his right hand and pinched the back of the beast king's head from behind, lifting it high up, and laughed softly:

"I know that the old barbarian king has been revered for more than a thousand years, but now his pride is hard to calm down."

"But you have to know that there are more than a hundred counties in Jiuzhou. Oh, and now we have to add Penglaizhou. Which state would be weaker than the Southern Region? Not necessarily, right?"

"Your tribe's pass array base has been set up in the southern region of Jiaozhou. Do you think this is just a fight between little brats?"

Wu Yong's tone seemed humble, but his right hand, which was squeezing the Beast King's skull and making a crackling sound, did not show any humility at all.

All that was heard was a few muffled groans from the Beast King.

Baiyu Manjun's face immediately turned cold when he stopped in the air. He flashed forward, and with another bang, he was blocked by a wall made of dark yellow light.

"Since you want to fight, why don't you follow me to the outskirts of the city? If you win, I will offer you this beast king with both hands. From now on, you should stay away from people from the beast tribe."

"But if I win, I would like to ask the old barbarian to help me control the tribe and not cause trouble. How do you think?"

Wu Yong made a seal with his left hand, pointing it like a sword. His robes moved without wind, and the Xuanhuang mother energy flowed slowly like silk, making him look like a god.

Lord Baiyu was really amused by these words. Who on earth dared to challenge him, the great Barbarian King?
"Hahahahaha!"

"You? You want to fight with me? Just relying on you, a little fellow who has not practiced the five qi and has just completed the three treasures?"

"Don't be ridiculous, kid. You just achieved the breakthrough to become a Spirit Infant Master, right? How dare you boast like that just based on a spiritual treasure?"

"I have seen too many noble families like you, but the fate he is waiting for is..."

boom!
All the cultivators in Nightmare City jumped to high places in the city to watch, still pondering what to do.

The beast king, whose spiritual veins were locked, was loosened by Wu Yong and thrown down from the top of the tower. The tower was dozens of feet high. After being bound by his spirit, the beast king fell to the ground with his body, and his internal organs were also severely damaged.

"what about now?"

"Is Yong qualified to challenge you?"

Wu Yong curled his lips, interrupted the barbarian king's chattering with the Beast King's landing, and said impatiently.

"good good good good!"

The white-haired old man once again transformed into a sky-covering white crane, flapped his wings and flew around the Nightmare City shrouded in the mysterious yellow aura, then landed on the southern mountain range, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked at Wu Yong coldly.

Wu Yong took another look at the beasts that were slowly surrounding the Qingmu giant warship and whispered:
"Six guardians will be in the front, with the three arrogant monarchs in charge. Wang Su and Zi Ling will be in the rear to protect this Nightmare City and wait for the others to come out."

"I'll go and try it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Yong turned into golden light and flew out of Nightmare City. The dark yellow light curtain in the city followed closely behind him, turning into light mist and then slowly returning to the dark yellow Taoist robe.

Before Wu Yong landed on the ground, the old man in white feather chopped with his right hand, and a huge blade appeared, which slashed towards Wu Yong with lightning speed.

With a flick of his hand, it was no weaker than the full-strength slash of Hun Tian Jin Peng. The position of Yuan Shen was naturally a different world. However, Wu Yong was not afraid at all. He flicked his right sleeve and easily pushed the wind blade away.

He made a seal with his left hand, and the magic power around him turned into three kinds of talismans: thunder, fire and wind. There were countless talismans of the three kinds, which turned into purple, red and blue colors. Wu Yong pointed to where the White Feather Barbarian King was standing, and these thousands of talismans shot out like flying needles, turning the area of ​​hundreds of feet into scorched earth.

However, since Baiyu Barbarian King was in the form of a white crane, he was naturally more agile than ordinary people expected. He just dodged and Fu Hai missed his attack.

The soldier appeared from the blue sky, his right hand turned into a claw, showing a posture of breaking the law, and grabbed Wu Yong.

The latter was not afraid at all. His robes lit up and he wielded the nine-section staff, fighting the barbarian king head-on for dozens of moves. His strength was so strong that he was not inferior to the latter at all, and even made the White Feather Barbarian King's hands ache slightly.

"What a great strength, what a heavy spiritual treasure!"

"Little guy, no wonder you are so wild, it turns out you have something."

Baiyu Manjun smiled coldly.

"But you have to die here today. I will discipline you on behalf of your elders."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old Taoist burst out a precious light, and white feathers scattered like a command arrow, which directly pushed Wu Yong back dozens of feet. The barbarian king directly turned into a white crane with a snake neck that was two or three hundred feet long.

The cry of a crane echoed in the sky, and the White Crane Barbarian King soared into the sky. With his wings flapped, countless wind blades fell like steel knives falling from the sky, covering the area of ​​several miles around where Wu Yong was standing.

The white crane was in the sky, and its feathers caused wind blades to continue to generate. Wu Yong fled, and red clouds quickly filled the air around him. A noisy sound suddenly arose in the clouds, and thousands of ferocious crows flew overhead against the wind. Their bodies were as clear as cast, and their claws were like golden hooks. They collided with the white feather wind blades without any loss.

On the way of escape, the three-colored precious light in Wu Yong's palm changed unpredictably, thunder and fire were raging in the sky, strong winds were turbulent, and thunder talismans, fire talismans, and flame talismans all bombarded his body, exploding into the shape of a three-colored lotus.

But is this kind of talisman really effective against Yuanshen Manjun?
Suddenly, a white streak fell from the clouds. A white crane spread its wings, and with its claws down, it struck down from the sky and hit Wu Yong right on the spot.

"This kind of magic can hardly harm even my Bai Yu, or do you only rely on these magic weapons to punish evildoers?"

"Within the third level, you can do whatever you want with these magic weapons and Taoist soldiers, and you don't have to argue with me."

“But once you enter the fourth level, it’s the difference between heaven and earth!”

After the smoke and dust cleared, Baiyu Barbarian King spread out the object in his claws and saw that it was just a piece of rock. He turned around suddenly and saw that Wu Yong had landed on a distant mountain top, standing sideways with a staff in his hand.

"Humph! You can move freely and flexibly, but I want to see how long you can hide."

The white crane spread its wings, and took off like a great monster from ancient times. The strong wind it created made the cultivators fighting under the Nightmare City lose their balance. A flash of white light appeared and it attacked Wu Yong again.

His body was like yin and yang falling from the sky, flying through the air and falling for a hundred miles. Master Baiyu's claws and teeth were like magic weapons, and he could shatter entire mountains with a single strike.

But this grab was like grabbing a solid gold steel plate, causing his claws and teeth to hurt.

The next moment, White Crane Barbarian King felt an immense force rising up into the sky from under his feet, injuring his crane claw with one blow, and knocking the white crane with a wingspan that covered the sky to the ground.

Before the barbarian king's true form of white crane could turn over, Wu Yong held the staff in his right hand and pulled the dark yellow Taoist robe on his body with his left hand, turning the robe into a cloak that covered the sky.

Wu Yong held the collar of the cloak with his left hand and threw it toward the white crane. The cloak transformed from the root of the Xuanhuang mother energy carried an immense force and suppressed it.

With one strike, the ground within a radius of a hundred miles cracked, and the entire surface sank half a foot deep!
"You're right!"

"What Taoist methods, what magical powers, are nothing but external ones." "How can all the wonderful methods compare to my Taoist power of the Central Equal Position of the Five Ancient Heavens - Huang Tian? How can all the magical powers compare to my magical power of returning the elixir - the immortal body that shatters the void?"

At this point, Wu Yong should understand the root cause of his family!

At this time, Wu Yong stopped performing various methods. He took the void gold and mercury as the way and the central yellow sky as the method, and transformed into the form of a heavenly general and the rituals of a divine soldier.

At this time, Wu Yong's elixir energy was approaching his body, and the power of Taoism entered his body. His muscles and bones all turned cold white, revealing the inner collar of his Taoist robe. The staff in his right hand turned into a length of two meters, and the tip of the staff was constantly changing into hooks, spears, sickles, guns, lances, halberds, and halberds.

The three-colored Dao marks of wind, thunder and fire were manifested on his body, divine patterns appeared on his face, and his eyes turned into vertical pupils of Gengjin, giving him the appearance of a cold-eyed spiritual official!
When it reached the end of the staff, the magic weapon turned into a hook-shaped blade that was slightly narrower than a spear, and the two-meter-long staff immediately turned into a narrow green sickle.

Wu Yong held the knife in one hand and with a light flick, he turned the Huang Tian robe into a cloak that hung at his side. Looking at the white crane soaring into the sky, he turned his right wrist again, and the two-meter-long green sickle with a hundred-foot-long golden light slashed across. After a flash, he caught up with Baiyu Barbarian King and slashed him diagonally, knocking him to the ground.

He walked slowly towards the collapsing dust, clenched his left hand at his side, and the lightning pattern appeared on his left arm in the form of a talisman-like three-color pattern. Then, a thunderbolt with the power of Dao Mark exploded from the palm of his hand.

This kind of thunder magic has the appearance of a thunder dragon entering the sea!
"Ahem, okay, okay."

"I was wondering what method you were practicing. You only practiced supernatural powers and not Taoism. It turns out you are a Taoist soldier. Ahem."

"I don't know if the Talisman Lord you worship behind you will feel bad if I kill you, slave general!"

With just a roar, a three-meter-tall giant monster with wings on its back, a crane's head and a human body rushed out from the dust. The barbarian had a bloody wound a foot long on his chest. He held a ten-foot-long blade in his hand. The cold air on the blade was raging, and ice froze wherever he pointed.

The blow from the black and yellow cloak just now smashed his internal organs so hard that they were in turmoil. It really aroused the ferocity of this old barbarian and turned him into the true form of an armored beast.

Wu Yong was eager to fight when he saw this. He raised the sickle in his right hand and leaped over the beast that dared to charge at him. The sickle, which was two meters long, slashed fiercely on the cold blade, and the blow that could almost split the air passed directly through the white crane.

Only a few white feathers fell?

"Humph!"

Wu Yong did not stop, and the Three Disasters runes were all over his body. Even on the entire length of the green sickle, there were intricate three-colored lotus petals engraved on it. The entire green sickle was flashing with lightning and fire disasters, and gusts of bone-corrosive wind were lingering around it.

When Wu Yong approached again, he slashed seven hundred and twenty blades in a few breaths. The endless sword light was like a golden storm, and every stroke brushed against his white feathers, scratched his armor, and slashed the barbarian king's cold blade.

After the 720 blades were chopped off, he used the Heavenly Heart Five Thunder Method to fight against the old barbarian king. He punched him in the chest, sending him flying hundreds of feet away. At least one of his ribs was broken. As for Wu Yong's golden mercury body, the old barbarian king only left three red marks after the claw...

This kind of attack is like hacking a master to death with a random knife!
Huang Tian's force turned into a two-meter-long green sickle, with three disaster Taoist patterns attached. Driven by the Taoist body, he made three hundred cuts in one breath. The endless sword light instantly annihilated several mountains behind the barbarian king.

What about this old barbarian Baihe?
The three-meter-long beast body of Lao Man fell into the pile of ashes and rubble in the distance where Wu Yong had chopped him off. It was covered in blood and dust, and looked very embarrassed.

"Cough cough!"

The old barbarian couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. He was really too arrogant this time.

"Damn it, what kind of evil method is this?"

It is actually several times stronger than the body of an armored beast?
Lao Man raised his head again, but there was no trace of Wu Yong. Only hundreds of fire crows in the sky were looking down at the earth.

Lao Man suddenly felt a chill in his heart and, without caring about his dignity, he rolled into the ground and avoided the terrifying attack from behind.

Wu Yong was seen standing in the air, with the sickle in his hand turning into a length of over two hundred feet. He struck it into the place where the old man had just stood, and struck it into the ground with another strike. Dust flew up over a hundred meters high, and several huge cracks of over ten miles in length appeared on the ground.

The fierceness of the battle has already affected the monks from both sides fighting on the Nightmare City side.

"how is this possible?"

"What the hell is that?"

All the barbarian leaders in the field were a little shocked. Their ancestor had fought for less than two hundred rounds and was suddenly beaten to the ground.

Isn't this fun?
However, there was no room for surprise for them. The six guardians in the Qiongmingdao camp also launched a fierce attack...

As the Nightmare Tribe went south, Wu Yong fought further and further away from the old barbarian Baihe. He discussed various methods, and all kinds of talismans had been practiced into his Taoist body. The Taoist power of Huangtian could transform into various methods, which was quite in line with the meaning of Miaoyou Miro and Huangtian's myriad things.

Wu Yong held the green sickle and struck down in an instant. With one step, he crossed a distance of a thousand feet. The first slash was like thunder and fire, the second split was like wind and thunder, and the third stab was as powerful as wind and fire. With a push of the sickle blade, he directly broke the collarbone of He Man, causing him to roll on the ground and bleed profusely.

"Old barbarian, I have no right to call you brother, but do you think I have the right to call you a beast?"

"When I cut off your crane head and place it on the Beast King Tower, it will be able to suppress your Wuman tribe. Don't you think so?"

Wu Yong held the two-meter-long green sickle in one hand and called out softly.

This aroused the old barbarian king's roar. He banged his head on the ground, his eyes bloodshot, and shouted in a sinister voice:
"Wu Yong!"

At that moment, Wu Yong felt a chaos in his brain, even though the witch spirit's divine talisman dispelled the external evil in the next moment.

A ray of light suddenly shot out from Baihe Wuman's collar, instantly cutting off Wu Yong's head.

This is the art of calling out names and bowing heads - the art of using the flying knife to slash the immortal!

After the attack was successful, Lao Man felt relieved and couldn't help but laugh hoarsely. He almost got killed by the brat's violent attack.

All the immortal cultivators in Jiuzhou are familiar with various magical skills and commandments, and they all prioritize fighting. But this fellow doesn't play by the rules. He attaches talismans to his Taoist military skills, and divine patterns to his Dharma body. He is really a freak.

"Hahaha, if I had known earlier, I would have used this treasure of mine earlier..."

Suddenly, the old barbarian felt a chill in his heart and quickly dodged to the side, but he was still unable to dodge and was pierced by the green light, which pierced half of his body and nailed him to the ground.

I saw the headless corpse in the distance standing tall, and a witch spirit puppet suddenly emerged from its neck. The witch spirit looked around and sang a sad song until it saw the severed head. Suddenly, the puppet's body shook, and it fell down with its head tilted.

After falling to the ground, the puppet's head and body were suddenly separated, and the fatal wound was exactly the same as Wu Yong's.

When he looked up again, Wu Yong was still standing there alive. How could he not be injured at all?

"Pointing...pointing at an object to replace a form, using a person to replace a dead body, is this the art of using a stick to replace death?"

The White Crane Barbarian King had a horrified look on his face. He endured the severe pain and pushed away the green sickle. He turned around and transformed into a white crane that covered the sky and was about to leave.

How could he fight? The brat opposite him had more bizarre magical powers than him. He had been galloping through the mountains of the southern region for more than a thousand years, and his flying knife technique that had worked every time had been broken.

There is no way!

(End of this chapter)