The demon fairy starts from the six-winged centipede

Chapter 210: The Arena of All Worlds Plan (asking for monthly ticket)
The Dao Aquarius can break the Divine Sword and control thunder with one move.

It all happened too fast, too suddenly, and too unexpectedly.

It was not until the sky and the earth became clear and there was no trace of thunderclouds or lightning that the people of Qingyun Sect reacted.

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Seven mouthfuls of bright red blood spurted out from the mouth of the Seven Clans Leader simultaneously.

High in the sky, scarlet blood exploded.

The secret of the divine sword's ability to control lightning was completely broken, and the terrifying backlash force caused the magic power of the leader of the Seven Clans to go into chaos.

The seven high-ranking figures now looked pale as gold paper. They couldn’t even do the most basic flight and fell straight down from the sky.

"This is impossible!" Daoxuan's eyes almost popped out.

Cold sweat dripped down his forehead and he flew forward to protect the leader of the Seven Clans.

In his peripheral vision, he saw the being sitting upright on the flying boat, and the magic spells in his hands changed again.

Above the nine heavens, the treasure bottle that was emitting infinite divine light stopped absorbing power and instead began to spew out various colored thunders.

Purple-blue, silver-white, scarlet, black and white.

Several different kinds of strange thunder rushed out one after another, exploding with dazzling divine light.

The Dao Vase is like a vast pool of thunder, which is about to pour out infinite thunder and cleanse the filth of the world.

A creepy sense of crisis of death rose up from Daoxuan's heart, and a layer of white sweat instantly seeped out of his back.

"Ancestor, may the Lord be with you!"

His heart was beating like a drum, almost jumping out of his throat. He grabbed the Seven Veins Leader, turned around and ran away.

Without the Zhu Xian Sword in his hand, he has no chance of winning a fight of this magnitude.

"Hurry up!"

At this moment, he wished he could grow two more legs so that he could immediately learn the magic cult's method of burning blood and flying.

Above the mirage, Wu Gong watched Daoxuan flying away indifferently, without a trace of pity.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest.

On the great road, there is only me and no one else.

If the Qingyun Sect, the leader of the righteous sect, cannot even withstand the first wave of attacks, it should disband today.

"Heavenly Tribulation Divine Thunder, come out!"

A cold and majestic voice sounded.

Along with the heavenly sound, the power of the Dao Aquarius was completely released.

Boundless thunder poured down from the sky like a river in the sky, carrying with it a terrifying aura that bombarded everything and covered the entire Heyang City.

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The whole world lost its color in an instant.

There were blinding flashes of lightning and deafening explosions everywhere.

Deaf, blind, frightened, and shaken.

Daoxuan and the seven sect leaders were submerged in boundless lightning.

The defensive shield of the Tai Chi diagram created by Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao only flashed under the bombardment of the heavenly thunder before being submerged without creating even a single ripple.

Ding Chunqiu, the white ape and the other three stood in the Thunder River, their hair standing on end and cold sweat pouring down their bodies, not daring to move at all.

Divine thunders of various colors flowed around the four people. It looked beautiful and dreamy, but it was filled with deadly power inside.

In addition to Ding Chunqiu's cultivation into the Thunder Tribulation Vajra, he has some resistance to thunder.

The other three were all fake forms of demon cultivators, and they were naturally afraid of thunder.

They knew in their hearts that this was the method of their own Immortal Lord and he would not attack them, but they were still filled with awe.

Above Shanhai Garden, lightning and precious light mixed together.

Tens of thousands of people held the Fu Long Ding above their heads, and the spiritual light turned into a protective shield, protecting the core members of the Ghost King Sect. The hands that were making the hand seals were shaking.

The Yin-Yang mirrors around Yu Yangzi's body were spinning, emitting white light to protect himself, and he swallowed his saliva wildly.

Madam San Miao was completely enveloped in a shield made of soft white silk. She was sweating profusely, soaking her gauze clothes, revealing her exquisite figure faintly.

The rest of the Demon Sect members, without the protection of their precious treasures, stood stupidly in the Thunder River, trembling in fear.

Their faces were pale, with beads of sweat rolling down their foreheads. Their eyes were blurry, but they didn't even dare to raise their hands to wipe them.

It was because the divine thunder of the heavenly tribulation turned into lightning snakes, entangled together, spewing lightning, and surrounded everyone. Silver, red, white, black, all kinds of lightning snakes carrying terrifying auras hissed softly, making people's scalps numb.

Fortunately, these lightning snakes simply surrounded everyone and did not attack.

At this moment, no one dared to act rashly for fear of bringing about fatal disaster.

Mrs. San Miao is a meticulous observer.

When the Thunder River was pouring down, she clearly saw that the Poison God, the leader of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect who was taking part in the attack, was killed by lightning at the first sight.

No matter how sophisticated his poison magic was, facing the extremely masculine and powerful thunder from heaven, apart from his screams drowned out by the thunder, only two magic weapons were left: the Ten Thousand Poisons Return Bag and the Ten Thousand Poisons Seal.

She felt a chill in her heart, as if she had fallen into an icy cave, and she had no thought of resisting at all.

Madam San Miao glanced around and saw that all the disciples of the Holy Church were surrounded by lightning snakes, and each of them looked like a quail with its head tucked in.

No matter whether he is the sect leader or an ordinary disciple.

Facing this river of thunder falling from the sky, everyone had the same reaction.

Everyone knows that if they become the target of an attack, there is only one consequence.

That is like a poisonous god, reduced to ashes and powder.

With a flip of his hand, all the thunderclouds in the sky disappeared in an instant.

As soon as he turned his hand, the nine-day thunder river began to fall.

This kind of method was like an ancient myth shining into reality. Even several sect leaders were shaken and unable to control themselves.

They completely gave up the idea of ​​fighting the enemy and just wanted to protect themselves.

In addition to the shock, I also felt a sense of surprise at surviving the disaster.

They were glad that Qingyun Sect took the lead.

If not, I would be nothing more than a wisp of dust blown away by the wind.

"Weak, too weak."

On top of the mirage, Wu Gong looked at the righteous and evil forces who were silent as a mouse, and for a moment he lost interest.

This feeling of crushing the enemy with the power of magic weapons is very good and transcendent.

However, what he gained was even less than what he gained in the battle of Fenxiang Valley.

In the battle of Fenxiang Valley, Wu Gong did not suppress the fire dragon with the Yuanhe Wuji Mountain until Yun Yilan sacrificed himself and summoned the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon.

Before this, Wu and Gong always fought with their own Taoist magic.

Fire magic, thunder magic, earthly magical powers, and heavenly demon thief.

Although the power of his Taoist magic is limited, he cannot yet deliver a fatal blow.

However, the exhilarating feeling of having all six arms firing at full power was like drinking cool spring water on a hot day, something he had never experienced before when controlling magic weapons.

"My magic weapon is too powerful, far beyond the imagination of the indigenous monks."

Various treasures appeared in Wu Gong's hands one by one.

Kunlun Mirror, Yuanhe Five Pole Mountain, Dao Vase, Yuanpin Pearl, and Headache Chime.

Each one is powerful beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Even the Snake God from the Mountain and Sea Realm was dumbfounded, let alone others.

Now, the Dao Aquarius has completed the Wood Dao, Thunder Dao, and Fire Dao.

Just one type of 'Heavenly Tribulation Divine Thunder' is enough to completely wipe out both the good and evil forces. It is truly terrifying.

After taking a glance at the members of the Demon Sect who were standing in the Thunder River, not daring to move, and the few people from the Qingyun Sect who were about to be struck to death by lightning, Wu Gong's heart moved.

"These people have practiced for hundreds of years. If we recruit them directly, it will inevitably leave hidden dangers. If we kill them all, it will also be a huge waste."

"It would be better to demote them to slavery, build a Wanjie Arena, cover everyone's face, and allow them to practice Buddhism, Taoism, Demons, and Witchcraft. Those who win consecutive games can escape from slavery and join the Pingshan Holy Land."

"In this way, in the future, all the indigenous monks in the conquered realms will be sent to the Wanjie Arena to fight."

"Pingshan's direct descendants can also enter to train their fighting abilities. If the slave monks stand out, they will also be extremely powerful. With the addition of control methods, Pingshan's fighting power will grow like a snowball."

"The most important thing is, once the arena is back on track, I can also play under a pseudonym. This will not only help me gain experience in fighting, but also be a way to regulate my training."

"Haha, this is a great idea, let's do it this way."

(End of this chapter)