Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Chapter 181 You came at the wrong time

"Let's see whether your Dharma form is more powerful or my Nebula form is superior."

Russell opened his arms and slowly merged into the nebula.

The wind and clouds over this sea area suddenly changed. The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the thick clouds formed a vortex.

This exaggerated vortex, which may be more than ten miles in diameter, rotates slowly. It seems slow, but in fact it sets off a terrifying hurricane in the human world.

The aura of horror was rising rapidly, rising endlessly, as if giving birth to a terrible monster.

"He is not a Confucian monk and cannot withstand the backlash of his words. Let's attack together and wear him down!" Hei Lian shouted angrily and stopped watching coldly. The four great Dharma images of earth, wind, water and fire gathered around his body and slowly merged into one. Another giant a hundred feet tall appeared on the battlefield.

Emperor Joan of Arc remained silent. His thoughts coincided with Black Lotus's. Although he didn't know how Russell used the secret technique to create such a powerful sound, according to common sense in the cultivation world, everyone knew that the more powerful the secret technique was, the stronger the backlash it would cause, especially since he had used the Confucian amplification of "words come true".

In this case, all you need to do is slowly drag out the time until the effect of the secret technique is exhausted. Even if Russell manages to survive the backlash, he will no longer have the ability to resist.

The magic sword's energy surged, and the four Dharma images of earth, wind, water, and fire also appeared around Emperor Joan of Arc. However, compared to the roundness of the black lotus's Dharma image, his Dharma image was more fierce. Especially after being entangled by the magic sword's evil energy, the four Dharma images stood on the sea level like a demon god.

boom!
With a roar, Russell took a step forward, the void shook, and his figure appeared in front of Du'e Arhat in an instant. He pinched the wheel seal with his five fingers, and his fist was surging, stirring up the air currents in all directions, and hit Du'e Arhat's chest directly.

boom!
With a loud bang, the force of the fist penetrated the body of Du'e Arhat and rushed hundreds of feet like a violent storm. The huge killer Dharma image took two steps back, and used a method that completely ignored the rules of physics to unload the force of Russell's attack. After stabilizing his body, he pushed the killer force to the extreme and punched him right away.

The black lotus suddenly let out a sharp whistling sound, and the whistling sound was mixed with the power of bewitching. Russell only felt a moment of trance, and then a huge force came from his forehead, knocking him backwards.

Before he could steady himself, an illusory sword embodying a cold sword intent appeared from nowhere, pierced through the void, pierced the ten-mile sky, and pierced straight into his eyebrows.

boom!
There was another dull sound.

Russell's head, body and soul exploded together under this sword, and the nebula body that was a hundred feet high shattered on the spot.

But Emperor Joan of Arc, who had stabbed the sword, was not very happy. On the contrary, his face became more solemn at this moment. He leaned towards the position of Du'e Arhat involuntarily, as if only by doing so could he feel enough security.

Hei Lian even made a series of hand seals, causing a strong wind to blow over the calm sea, dark clouds to gather in the blue sky, lightning and thunder, heavy rain to pour down, and waves to surge and roll higher and higher. The space around him shrank and then cracked, constantly swallowing and spitting out energy storms, thus constructing a barrier to isolate the outside world.

"Amitabha," Du'e Arhat clasped his hands together and sat cross-legged on the ground: "There is no color or form, no worries or fears."

Discipline + meditation.

The golden light spread across the entire sea, with the thief-killing Dharma image as its center.

In an instant, Hei Lian's face changed drastically. He turned around without any hesitation and pointed at the direction in front of him. Amidst the loud rumbles of thunder, the sea began to boil completely. The boundless hurricane rolled up a terrifying tide, and the water splashed and turned into a roaring water dragon.

I saw the place where Hei Lian was staring at. The air in the void was surging. The moment the Russell Nebula appeared, a white fist with terrifying and unparalleled power came crashing down.

The fist smashed the water dragon into pieces, Black Lotus retreated explosively, and Du'e Arhat stepped on the void layer by layer and broke through to Russell.

The two men collided with a loud bang, their four palms pressed against each other, their backs lowered, as if they were wrestling.

The energy generated by the collision turned into a hurricane, sweeping in all directions.

Russell sneered, his waist bounced, his body leaned back and then suddenly retracted, and his headbutt hit Du'e Arhat's face fiercely.

The ripple-like energy suddenly exploded, and Du'e Arhat lost consciousness for a moment.

Russell naturally would not miss this opportunity. He exerted force with his arms, his muscles surged, and with a "puff", Du'e Arhat's arms were torn off.

In an instant, he threw out hundreds of punches, with dense fist shadows, hitting the body of Du'e Arhat.

Boom! !

The golden blood exploded in the air, the sky and the earth roared, the space trembled, the rolling air currents raged and crisscrossed, and set off a huge wave on the sea.

"die!"

With an angry roar, Russell, who was venting his violence, suddenly stopped swinging his fist. An inexplicable dent appeared in his chest, followed by varying degrees of collapse in his lower abdomen, ribs, back, shoulders...

Black Lotus snapped his fingers, and vast waves rolled in. The biting cold was compressed to the critical point, and then suddenly burst out, covering Russell completely and forming a huge iceberg.

The tremendous pressure disappeared, and energy gushed out from Du'e Arhat's feet, pushing him to the side of Hei Lian. Hei Lian slapped his sachet, and dozens of pills with different effects flew out of it. They were shattered into fragments by him and inhaled by Du'e Arhat's mouth.

During this time, he glanced sideways and saw the scarlet demon shadow above Joan of Arc's head flash by, turning into a red aura and returning to the magic sword in his hand. It was Joan of Arc who used the curse to interrupt Russell's offensive, giving them a brief breathing time.

"It's almost time." Du'e Arhat slowly recovered his energy. The fruit of killing thieves is different from the fruit of not giving birth. It does not have a strong recovery ability.

"After he dies, I will definitely extract his soul to see what kind of system he practices." The magic sword was put away by Emperor Joan of Arc. This kind of magic weapon that consumes essence and blood must be used with caution even for a second-grade cultivator like him. Just now, in order to save people from Russell, his aura had slipped from the peak of the second grade to the late second grade.

"Leave his body to me. I will refine him into the most powerful puppet in the history of Jiuzhou." Hei Lian said with lingering fear.

Russell had previously disappeared with the help of the Sky Gu and the Dark Gu. If it were not for the Arhat Du'e who broke the other party's concealment technique, his body would have been shattered by now, and his path to becoming a land immortal would have been completely cut off.

Kaka...

The sound of an iceberg breaking was heard, and Russell slowly walked out of it.

Under the gaze of the three people, Russell's face turned pale and bloodless, his breath dropped rapidly, and the so-called nebula body disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. In an instant, it was only one tenth of its original size.

really.

Du'e showed compassion on his face, as if he couldn't bear it.

Jeanne d'Arc and Heilian smiled at each other, not hiding their cruelty at all.

Yeah, it's time to end.

Russell looked up at the sky.

Behind the thick dark clouds, there were even thicker clouds covered by the Tian Gu.

Whether they deserve to die or not, just talk to the heavenly tribulation.

Facing the sword held out by Joan of Arc, Russell did not dodge or evade, but opened his arms.

"It's not time to wait for death yet!"

A light shout suddenly rang out.

Russell looked up and saw a golden starlight in the distant sky. The starlight came quickly, like a meteor passing by, dragging a tail of flame, colliding with everyone's sight and into every pair of pupils.

She landed gracefully in front of Russell, and the golden light she carried with her fell on the sea like smoke, spreading out as ripples.

She was wearing a long feathered robe with flowing sleeves, her long black hair was tied up with an ebony Taoist hairpin, and there was a dot of red cinnabar between her eyebrows. Her beauty seemed to surpass the ultimate of the world and even the image of Li Yi.

"National Master, why are you here?" Russell was shocked.

Why is Luo Yuheng here now?

This is wrong timing!

"The Supervisor said you were ambushed in Jianzhou and teleported me here." Luo Yuheng raised an eyebrow and looked at Du'e, Zhende, and Heilian. The sword inherited from the Human Sect in his hand was surging with sword energy, its edge exposed. His tone was icy: "Were they the ones who hurt you?"

Hey, hey, hey, what's with you acting like you're standing up for that little puppy?

Russell swallowed bitterly.

The warden was trying to find trouble for him every day.

Is this the occasion Luo Yuheng should attend?

Luo Yuheng was originally a second-grade Taoist priest who had achieved perfection in the tribulation-crossing realm and could not stand being contaminated by the aura of the heavenly tribulation.

If we are not careful, today's situation will be even more dire.

"Luo Yuheng, why is she here?" The smile on Emperor Zhendace's face gradually disappeared, and his expression was sometimes ferocious and sometimes gloomy.

"It's good that you're here." Hei Lian looked at Luo Yuheng greedily and said with a sinister smile: "Luo Yuheng, my dear niece, your uncle has long wanted to practice dual cultivation with you. The karmic fire on your body must be extremely delicious and can greatly enhance my demonic nature."

"Heh." Luo Yuheng sneered.

Not to mention that she is no longer disturbed by the karma fire, even before she met Russell, when she faced the black lotus, the black lotus could only flee in panic.

She immediately swung the rusty iron sword in her hand, swinging it in a gorgeous arc. The majestic sword energy poured out like a mountain torrent, rising against the wind, and swept out in a circle towards Du'e and the other two.

The black lotus exhaled a breath of foul air, and the blooming black lotus gushed out a dark and sticky liquid like a spring. They rushed to wrap up the sword energy, and with a hissing sound, they quickly eroded the sword that Luo Yuheng had swung out with all his strength.

"You are alone. I want to see how you can protect a disabled person from us." Emperor Joan of Arc roared.

"I? Are you the late Emperor Joan of Arc?" Luo Yuheng looked at Joan of Arc carefully. Although she didn't understand why he was still alive, she wasn't curious about the reason. Regardless of whether Joan of Arc was truly dead or faking his death, after today, she would not let him live. As for his question, Luo Yuheng just smiled faintly and asked, "Who said I'm the only one?"

"?" Du'e and Heilian's breathing paused. Besides Luo Yuheng, when had another extraordinary being appeared in Dafeng? Could it be that the Supervisor had taken action? But hadn't the Bodhisattva of the Garo Tree/the Great Wizard already stopped the Supervisor?

The doubts in their hearts were answered the next moment.

A sharp sword light filled with murderous intent flashed out from the void and slashed directly at Emperor Joan of Arc in the crowd.

As the leader of a rebel army that emerged from troubled times, what he despised most was an emperor like Joan of Arc who treated the people of the world as ants.

Especially when he was clearly connected with the Earth Sect and the Witch God Cult.

If such a tyrant king does not die, wouldn’t it mean that the heaven is blind?
It's the old bastard from the Wulin Alliance! He's broken through to the second rank!?
Joan of Arc, who was always paying attention to the battlefield, narrowed her eyes when she saw the sword light coming towards her.

After a warrior's system becomes extraordinary, he can almost defeat all cultivators of the same system.

That is why, even though Kou Yangzhou was only a newly promoted second-rank official, Emperor Zhendara had to be cautious about the sword he struck, which condensed his five hundred years of willpower.

The devil sword was surrounded by red light, and the sword light was like a dragon across the sky, carrying endless darkness, eliminating the brilliant sword light, and continued to rush towards the old man.

"Hmph! Today, I will teach you, an unfilial descendant, a lesson on behalf of your ancestors." The old man snorted coldly, soared into the air, half-standing in the void. The clouds in the sky were torn apart, and the sky and the earth were filled with a knife-like aura that could cut through anything.

hum!
The darkness was immediately shattered, and the old man's figure made a sonic boom and forced his way to the front of Emperor Joan of Arc. With a light poke of his palm knife, he pierced the circular air shield that Emperor Joan of Arc had placed in front of her body, and his five fingers grabbed Emperor Joan of Arc's head like eagle claws.

Joan of Arc's eyes were bloodshot. What would be the consequences of being approached by a warrior? This question has been answered by countless people throughout history.

The threat of death roared in Joan of Arc's soul.

Suddenly, Kou Yangzhou tilted his head, and a golden fist brushed past his neck and hit him. The punch was originally intended to hit the back of his head.

Du'e Arhat suddenly appeared and attacked from behind.

The old man turned his wrist and raised his palm knife, which happened to hit the wrist of Du'e Arhat. The sword intent condensed on the palm blade cut through the dark golden skin, severed the jade-like hand bones, and golden blood gushed out.

"Arhat, it's a pity that he is not Vajra!" Kou Yangzhou chuckled, showing the high-spirited spirit of a second-rank warrior.

Du'e Arhat did not answer, but grabbed Jeanne's shoulder with his only remaining left hand and retreated rapidly.

"How is it? Did I come at the right time?" Kou Yangzhou retreated behind Russell and laughed out loud.

Russell's mouth twitched involuntarily. This was the rhythm of the end. He had already sensed that the movement in the sky was almost uncontrollable. "How did the senior know that I was in trouble? Did the Supervisor tell you?"

"What does that old fellow have to do with it?" Kou Yangzhou patted his back and replied, "It's this mantis. It's been flapping non-stop since an hour ago. I thought something might have happened to you, so I came to check it out."

"I appreciate your kindness, but I have a suggestion. How about you just go back to where you came from?" Russell said embarrassedly.

"What do you mean?" Luo Yuheng frowned.

She came all the way to rescue him, but Russell not only didn't say thank you, but he even thought they were meddling too much. It seemed like she could save people and bring disaster upon herself. How could such a thing happen in the world!

The old man didn't think too much about it. He scratched his pale hair and sighed: "I haven't done anything for five hundred years. It's not appropriate to let me do it."

"What I mean is that you came at the wrong time. If you don't run away now, it will be too late."

Russell pointed overhead.

The cloud layer pulled by his nebula body had completely dissipated at this moment, and the power of Tiangu to shield the heavenly secrets also disappeared without a trace.

The rolling dark clouds came like a tidal wave, covering the already dark sky into a doomsday scene with no sun at all.

Only then did everyone feel an invisible pressure coming down from the sky. An irresistible pulling force came from all directions, covering the area within a hundred miles under the calamity cloud.

Even with their second-grade bodies, they felt panic from the bottom of their hearts at this moment.

(End of this chapter)