Since the world of nine uncles is immortal

Chapter 289: The Immortal in the Immortal Realm Part 41 ([-])

'Om Mani Padme Hum. '

The sound of the Buddha vibrated and the Buddha's palm was pressed down. Even with Wang Yu's protection, the official ship he was on would make a creaking sound as if it was about to disintegrate at any moment. There were eleven more attacks like this .

Looking at the power alone, the twelve attacks did not show a destructive posture because of the condensed energy, but Wang Yu's expression was completely different from before, which can be described as extremely serious.

Although the nearly one hundred spells just now looked very powerful, they only looked powerful, and the power was too scattered for him to destroy with one hand.

The attacks surrounded by the twelve immortal qi in front of me must not be confused with those techniques just now. The background of the three lines of Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism is indeed not bad, and each attack alone has the power of the earth immortal level.

Moreover, compared to the previously uncooperative hodgepodge, the attacks at the level of the twelve Earth Immortals have changed significantly. They are not seamless, but they are absolutely orderly.

In this way, even with Wang Yu's strength, he couldn't help but feel a little headache, but headaches are headaches, but Wang Yu didn't feel that he would be overwhelmed by these twelve attacks.

If those Earth Immortal cultivators who left these twelve hole cards came in person, he would have no choice but to flee in embarrassment, after all, he is not an Earth Immortal now.

But if he was only facing the Earth Immortal-level attack of Twelve Daokong's unique shape at the same time, Wang Yu was confident that he would not lose.

The right hand is held empty, and it is pointed into a sword.

With lightning speed, he struck twelve times with his sword finger.

The vast sword qi sprang out from Wang Yu's fingertips one after another and bumped head-on into the attacks of the twelve earthly immortals. Amidst the stunned eyes of everyone in the three veins of Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism, the sharp sword qi resisted them. The attack that was blasted out just now with all its strength.

"How is this possible? Even if Wang Nanrong is a peerless swordsman, it is impossible for him to block the backhands left by the ancestors with just his sword fingers?" What surprised him even more was still behind.

When the sword fingers were at loggerheads with their attacks, Wang Yu clenched his right fist and struck out again.

His mana?Is it possible that the twelve shocking sword qi just now have not been able to empty out the mana in his body?
In surprise, a fist suddenly appeared in the sight of the great monk Guangliang, a fist with clear and lifelike texture.

Wait, how could there be a fist that could fill his field of vision?

Unless, this punch...

His eyes went dark, and the great monk Guangliang lost consciousness. The golden body of the Buddha in the twelve earthly immortal attacks was shattered under Wang Yu's right fist, and the group of the great monk Guangliang who jointly summoned the golden body of the Buddha was instantly killed or injured. countless.

After shattering the golden body of Buddha, Wang Yu's right fist did not stop the attack. How could his full blow only shatter a golden body of Buddha.

Piercing through the Buddha's light stardust floating in the sky, Wang Yu's fist met the blue-gold giant sword of Xuanxin's authentic joint force.

As soon as he touched it, the green-gold giant sword that gathered the power of Xuanxin's orthodox people broke inch by inch like a rusty sword that was just unearthed.

Taking into account the feelings of Yan Chixia, the general under his command, Wang Yu's fist light did not land on Xuanxin Zhengzong and cause them direct harm.

This made Xuanxin Zhengzong's casualty situation much better than the previous two, and it did not appear that the whole family was almost extinct.

But the affection that can't be said in private is just that, Xuanxin Zhengzong and other people who are still alive have the least injuries and have their cultivation bases crippled.

After smashing Xuanxin's authentic green-gold giant sword, Wang Yu withdrew his fist.

Sometimes retracting your fist is not to show weakness, but to make you punch better.

After keeping Xuan Xin Zhengzong's hand, Wang Yu's fist was already blunt.

In normal times, the impact of a blunt punch is minimal, but in a face-to-face battle of life and death, any small problem cannot be taken lightly.

Because, the person who loses is likely to lose his life directly!
The moment Wang Yu withdrew his fist, the remaining ten paths crashed into the sky above the official ship.

"It's done. Although Wang Nanrong is extremely tyrannical, he is still no match for four hands!"

"So what if he broke the Buddha's golden body and returned to the sect with ten thousand swords? In the end, he was killed by us on the Yangtze River."

"So what about a generation of heroes, in the end they lost to us, hahahaha..."

Under the real bombardment of ten Earth Immortal-level attacks, a huge depression was instantly formed in the Yangtze River during this voyage.

In this depression, the river water and the fish, shrimp and crabs in the river were all wiped out by the power of the earth immortal level.

"Hahaha...cough cough cough...cough cough, how is it possible?" The man who laughed so wildly just now looked at the ten or so official ships standing still in the center of the depression, and his whole body was stunned, and he refused to kill him. I believed that Wang Nanrong would be safe and sound from the ten attacks comparable to the Earth Immortal, but the reality slapped him in the face.

Not only was Wang Yu safe and sound, but he also spared no effort to protect his subordinates of Yan State and the official ship carrying them.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it! You, Wang Nanrong, are only a cultivator of the ninth realm. No matter how much you defy the heavens, you can't resist the attacks of ten earth immortals, right? My eyes must be wrong right now." I can't stand it. The Shouter who hit was mentally disturbed.

That's right, that blow just now was the last hole card in the hands of these big factions!
Wang Yu could not be killed with all the cards in his hole. How ridiculous their resistance would look now. In Wang Nanrong's eyes, their previous arrogance and clamor might not even be as good as a clown show!
In fact, Wang Yu, who was standing on the official ship in the center of the depression, was not as invincible as the man with broken confidence thought. He was powerful, but he was not so tyrannical that he could connect ten Earth Immortal-level attacks and still be unscathed.

Just now, a mouthful of reversed blood gushed into Wang Yu's throat, but Wang Yu swallowed the blood forcefully. If he was alone in this siege, he wouldn't be swollen and fat. He swallowed the blood in his throat, but at this moment, with the deployment behind him, he had to pretend to be safe.

However, resisting the attacks of the ten Earth Immortal levels is not completely useless for Wang Yu. Wang Yu, who had reached the peak of the Ninth Realm for many days, was still scratching his head for what the intangible Earth Immortal Realm was like. Incessantly, but in the collision just now, he has glimpsed a hint of the mystery of the earthly fairyland.

If he can grasp the mystery of this earthly fairyland, he, Wang Yu, will be able to pass through the nine calamities smoothly and become an earthly fairy immediately.

"What other tricks do you have, should you use them all? It's not easy to cover up!" Wang Yu, who was adjusting the internal injuries of the rich and the poor, said with disdain.

In order to gain some time to heal his injuries so that he could recover to his heyday, Wang Yu rarely said two or three "sarcasm" to delay the time.

(End of this chapter)