Poor monk does not understand love

Chapter 493 Miracle
Wang Mu's act of swallowing the elixir decisively shocked everyone again.

The scene was quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on Wang Mu's face, as if looking at an idiot.

That is a highly poisonous Soul Eater Pill, eat it as soon as you say it, you must be brain-dead.

Soon, Ying Tianbing began to shake his head again, looking at Wang Mu with sympathy and helplessness, as if Wang Mu's heart-piercing screams, and finally turning into flying ash were doomed, and he couldn't bear to look directly at him.

City Lord Yunlan was even about to leave. He also looked at Wang Mu and shook his head, and said a little embarrassedly: "I just wanted to scare you, but I didn't expect you to eat it. It's not my fault. But even if you die, Also count you as a..."

"Om..."

A circle of colored light suddenly exploded above Wang Mu's straight figure, interrupting the city lord's words.

Huo Huo, who was scared to cry, was stunned again, her beautiful eyes widened, looking at the vision on Wang Mu's body.

The city lord and Yiying Tianbing also stared, with a hint of consternation evident in their eyes.

It has been some time since Wang Mu took the Soul Eater Pill, why hasn't the horrible scene he imagined appeared?Instead, such a strange phenomenon appeared?Why?
Wang Mu still stood still, looking at the people across from him with a faint smile, and on his body surface, a circle of colored light mist radiated outwards, forming an oval vertical plane.

Then, black and red aura appeared in the wisps of brilliance, permeated from Wang Mu's body surface, and disappeared in the colorful brilliance, as if the water-like colored brilliance could annihilate the black and red poisonous gas.

The very thin black and red aura is not like the amount of poisonous gas contained in a whole Soul Eater Pill.

In Wang Mu's body, the Soul Devouring Pill had also completely dissipated. The overbearing and highly poisonous power hit all the flesh and bones of the limbs, but it was useless. The blood of the colorful auspicious dragons with colorful spiritual power surged like mountains and seas, and all the poisons disappeared invisible wherever they passed.

At the same time, the 12 primordial spirits are running, and pure colored spiritual power pours into the meridians, and the anger that seeps into the meridians is instantly wiped out.

After entering Wang Mu's body, the soul-devouring pill, which made people's eyes change, was like a trapped animal in a cage. The overbearing medicine's power against Wang Mu's flesh and blood was like hitting a stone with an egg, and it would have no effect at all. If outsiders could see Wang Mu The situation in Mu's body will definitely be speechless in shock, the tyrannical flesh and blood are like an iron wall, and the colorful blood seems to be able to unravel all the poisons in the world.

Not only that, people can see that all these changes are instinctive, not Wang Mu's intentional urging, he has been standing still, with a mysterious and ethereal smile, as if he was not the one who swallowed the Soul Devouring Pill just now.

The radiating water-colored light, the less and less black and red aura in the colorful light, the misty smile, and straight posture gave everyone the illusion that Wang Mu and them were not in the same space, but in the same space. Another more lofty and mysterious place is overlooking them.

Even the lord of Yunlan City, the master of the fourth-order Da Luo Jinxian, couldn't help trembling at this moment, and suddenly felt that in the eyes of this first-order Jinxian, he was like transparent air, and there was nothing to hide, and this level of Jinxian In his own eyes, it was full of unbreakable suspense.

In less than 1 minute, the potency of the entire Soul Eater Pill had expired and turned into nothing.

The brilliance on Wang Mu's body gradually faded, and everything returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

People watched dumbly, unable to break free from the shock.

"What's the second level?" Wang Mu asked as his eyes fell on the city lord's face.

"Gudong." The city lord swallowed, and his breathing was not smooth.

"My God." Huo Hua exclaimed, wiped away tears, strode up to Wang Mu, raised a light white jade finger, nodded all over Wang Mu's body, and opened Wang Mu's cuff to look at it. Wang Mu's skin, after confirming that Wang Mu was really unscathed, raised his head in a daze, looking at Wang Mu's handsome face, his beautiful eyes were full of admiration.

"You really are a strong man! It's amazing!"

Wang Mu smiled without saying a word, just looking at the city lord.

"Okay, then the second level." Taking a deep breath, the city lord suppressed the shock in his heart and straightened his back again.

All the heavenly soldiers retreated, giving way to a field.

Huo Hua also walked back obediently, with less worry and more confidence in her beautiful eyes.

"Second level, if you can catch my three palms without dying, you will pass." Slightly raising his head, the broad and domineering face of the city lord returned to seriousness.

Wang Mu nodded slightly.

The sparks were sluggish again, and Yi Ying Tianbing laughed again.

For a fourth-rank Da Luo Jinxian to a first-rank Jinxian, let alone three palms, one palm is enough to send him to the west.

"City Lord, this, this is not fair!" Huo Hua ran to the City Lord and shouted.

The city lord was stern, looking at Wang Mu intently, and said, "Why is it unfair? This rule has existed since ancient times, and he is willing."

"Spark, I'll be fine." Wang Mu smiled softly at Huo Hua.

"Hehe," the city lord laughed, with annoyance in his laughter, and he said in a louder voice, "Boy, you are the most confident person I have ever seen."

"Boom!"

As soon as the words fell, the city lord suddenly made a move.

The void vibrated, and a solid palm print burst out, rubbing against the void, making a sharp sound of gold and iron rubbing against Wang Mu's chest in the blink of an eye.

A large expanse of spiritual brilliance exploded, fiery red and colorful dancing together.

The dust was flying, blocking the line of sight.

"Crack..." His feet rubbed against the ground, and Wang Mu retreated hundreds of meters before standing still, a deep groove appeared on the ground.

People watched intently, can a first-order golden immortal withstand the palm of a big Luo golden immortal?What are you kidding.

"Hula." The wind swayed, and the diffuse sand and mist dissipated, revealing Wang Mu's figure.

"Hiss..." Everyone gasped, including the city lord, with deep fear welling up in their eyes.

Wang Mu was still there, he was not crushed by the palm, on the contrary, he was still safe and sound.

A layer of icy color appeared on the whole person, and a layer of green frost was spreading on the fiery red ground under the feet, and the temperature of the whole scene dropped sharply.

Wang Mu came over, and as he walked, the icy color on his body gradually dissipated, and finally returned to its original state.

The suit is still brand new, the smile is still gentle and mysterious, and the eyes are clear.

No trace of injury.

The elegant posture of the model is like a Buddha walking out from behind the sky, playing games with ants and common people.

Everyone clicked their tongues. Is this a first-order golden immortal?

The city lord's breathing also became rapid, and he felt that he was facing an inconceivable miraculous thing, the palm of the fourth-order Da Luo Jinxian, although he didn't use all his strength, it wouldn't have such an effect, would it?

"City Lord, you can use the second palm." Standing still in front of the City Lord, Wang Mu smiled lightly.

Without any defensive posture, Wang Mu stood so leisurely and natural, even looking loose.

"Wang Mu! I adore you so much, how did you do it?" Huo Hua stared at her beautiful eyes and shouted extremely excitedly, her eyes were about to burst into flames, her pretty face was blushing.

Who doesn't expect a miracle?Break all old stereotypes and make everything possible.Especially for Spark, who is powerless to revenge, a miracle will rekindle hope in her desperate heart.

Obviously, Wang Mu is a miracle different from ordinary people.

The city lord and Yiying Tianbing also realized this, and found themselves facing an incomprehensible miracle, and their three views were refreshed.

Looking at Wang Mu who was still smiling, the city lord who was much higher than Wang Mu, suddenly felt a little powerless, as if the world he had always known was an illusion, and the Wang Mu in front of him was the real one.

This made him very uneasy, and even had a premonition of chaos in the world.

The appearance of all miracles is to break everything inherent, which is the way of circulation.

"Drink!" Suddenly he shouted, and the city lord struck again.

With a more powerful palm, when the palm print appeared, a large area of ​​void was obviously sunken, forming an arc-shaped milky white cloud.

"Boom!" The palm print hit Wang Mu impartially, and Wang Mu didn't block anything.

The sharp rubbing sound sounded again, the wind howled, the dust flew up, and Wang Mu retreated violently again.

People's breathing became more intense, with their swaying figures and red eyes, they felt as if they were about to suffocate.

A few seconds later, the dust settled and Wang Mu reappeared.

It's still the ice-cold appearance that exudes extreme coldness. It's like a foreign object that transcends cognition and comes from behind the sky, especially the coldness, which has the power to shock the soul and make people feel vicious all the time. A silent demon crept into the heart.

"The third palm." Standing still again, Wang Mu said, still in that ethereal and mysterious voice, as if nothing could move him, as if he knew that the city lord could not hurt him at all.

"Bang... ah..."

The city lord went crazy, Fang Tian Huaji stood aside in response to the sound, he stretched out both palms, a huge light ball formed between his hands, and pushed towards Wang Mu.

"Boom!" The explosion sounded again.

However, the result this time was even more terrifying.

When Wang Mu came again, his whole body became transparent, like a transparent ice sculpture. Among the criss-crossing meridians in his body, strips of colorful brilliance ran wildly. Under the golden sunlight, the icy color shone, dazzling, and The meaning of icy cold makes people's soul throb.

Everyone was petrified in place, motionless, and the entire eye sockets were filled with the icy Wang Mu.

"Forget about the second level. I don't know what the third level is?" Wang Mu's voice came again, with the same confidence and calmness.

(End of this chapter)