Volume 1 Chapter 920 Regardless of Winning or Losing
Chapter 920: Win or Lose
Zhang Pa was extremely surprised watching from a distance. What kind of skills did the Demon Sect have? They could actually hide in other people's magic weapons and hurt the enemy?
Among the four masters of the Incarnation, only the Second Ghost Ancestor did not make a move. At this time, he turned his head to look in the direction of Zhang Pa and asked softly, "Did you bring him here?" Zhang Pa knew that he could not hide it from them, so he did not hide his figure. After hearing the Second Ghost Ancestor's question, he took a few steps forward and replied, "No."
The Second Ghost Ancestor said, as if he believed Zhang Pa's words, and turned back to look at the stone mountain. Just now, the stone mountain smashed in the air, just smashing the thin smoke and the fortune teller below. In this way, it seems that the fortune teller saved Meng Nu's life. If he hadn't knocked Meng Nu away, she would have been smashed to death under the mountain at this moment.
The battlefield suddenly calmed down. A small ingot-shaped hill stood in the desert amid the splashing yellow sand. Four people surrounded the mountain on all sides, quietly waiting for the moment when the giant mountain was blasted or bounced off.
Judging from the ability of the God's messenger to kill the Divine Transformation cultivator at will, no matter how careless he is, he will not be killed by a stone mountain. But everyone watched for a long time, the yellow sand in the sky had fallen to the ground, the dust was still, and the fortune teller had not moved. It was the black monster and Zhou Zheng who were nervous, each controlling the magic weapon to kill the enemy in the boulder.
After waiting for a while, the mountain god lost his patience and shouted: "Take root on the ground." Then the small mountain with a radius of dozens of meters suddenly became a living thing, stretching out countless roots like trees, and inserted straight into the desert. After a while, his magic weapon mountain had already rooted deeply into the thick soil under the desert, becoming a whole with this land.
At this time, the mountain god looked at Zhang Pai, glanced at the other people, and said lightly: "I'm going to take revenge." He pinched the magic formula with both hands, walked towards the stone mountain, and it seemed like he was going to hit the mountain.
After he finished speaking, the second ghost ancestor's face tightened, and he grabbed the giant banner in the air and raised it. Suddenly, the desert lost its vitality. Although it was bright in the daytime, it felt eerie. Then he saw that the place stopped moving, completely motionless. The wind stopped, the sand stopped, and only the mountain god resolutely crashed into the stone mountain.
Suddenly, he heard a chuckle: "That's it? I'm really disappointed." As the voice sounded, a little golden light suddenly lit up on the black stone mountain. It was the golden light on the fingertips of the fortune teller just now. It flickered lightly, and a thunderclap struck the clear sky. The stone mountain was struck by lightning, revealing the fortune teller covered in smoke and clouds. In the smoke and clouds, Zhou Zheng's spiked net and the three skulls of the black monster were struggling, not to attack the fortune teller, but to take it back, but they couldn't.
The second ghost ancestor whispered: "Of course it won't be just this." He pointed the magic formula in his hand again, and a thunderous sound like thunder sounded under the feet of the fortune teller. The thunder just struck with only a slight sound, but the second ghost ancestor's attack was like countless spells exploding at the same time, creating a huge sand pit in front of him.
There was a man standing in the sand pit, with smoke and clouds all around him being blown away. He held a white banner and looked down curiously. At this time, the fortune teller was calm and indifferent. He had the strong confidence that the world was under his control, and he was also carefree and unconcerned. He was completely different from the embarrassed fortune teller who was teased by people on the streets of Yan State.
He lowered his head, and the second ghost ancestor pinched the magic formula again. The fortune teller suddenly felt his feet tighten, as if he was caught by something. Just as he was about to kick his feet to get rid of it, the second ghost ancestor shouted, and the huge banner in his hand was instantly torn apart. Every piece of the torn banner cloth shot at the fortune teller like a dart.
Although it was just linen, its speed and power were unmatched by any other magical weapon in the world. The fortune teller finally got serious. Seeing the banner flying over, he ignored the fact that his feet were tied. With a flick of his fingertips, countless lightning strikes fell from the clear sky again, and a thunder waterfall was laid in front of him, splitting every piece of banner into nothingness.
At this time, the second ghost ancestor took action again, flying towards the fortune teller. In the air, he headbutted him. During the flight, he turned into a huge bone sword, with a black blade flashing, piercing straight forward. Judging from the length, width and sharpness of the bone sword, as long as it could pierce the fortune teller, the fortune teller would be cut in two.
The second ghost ancestor moved too fast, flying almost at the same time as the banner, but was half a second slower. After the thunder waterfall, the huge bone sword he turned into had already pierced straight into the fortune teller's waist, more than a point deeper.
The two of them fought so fast that the other three masters of the transformation of spirits could not intervene. The mountain god who wanted to hit the stone with his body was forced to stop where he was and call back the stone mountain magic weapon that was struck by lightning. The stone mountain stopped in mid-air, its surface was black, and the place where it was hit by lightning was damaged.
I don’t know what’s so special about the ghost power. The second ghost ancestor used a huge explosion to scatter the protective smoke cloud of the fortune teller, but did not blow up the three skulls and the spiked net. At the same time when the fortune teller was stabbed by the sword on his waist, while he was distracted and unable to defend, the giant net controlled by Zhou Zheng wrapped around the fortune teller’s head and shrank tightly. The three skulls sprayed by the black monster bit his throat and chest respectively. Counting the damage caused by the bone sword, there were four wounds on the fortune teller’s body that were bleeding, but his head was covered by the black net, so it was impossible to see if he was injured.
Seeing this scene, the mountain god and others felt a little happy, but more nervous. After fighting to this point, they must not let the fortune teller get a chance to breathe and escape. They each activated the magic formula and prepared for a fatal blow.
But the voice of the fortune teller came from the barbed wire: "It's really disappointing, are these the only methods you have?" As he spoke, crackling sounds rang out all over his body, and countless lightning bolts flashed out of his body, bouncing off the barbed wire above his head and the skull on his body. He only held the bone sword at his waist in one hand, staring at the bone sword and saying: "Is this your body?"
Just after he finished speaking, the bone sword stabbed forward and pierced into the body of the fortune teller, then shrank and jumped away from the fortune teller's hand. When he landed, he returned to the appearance of the second ghost ancestor and said coldly: "This is not a parasite."
The fortune teller looked at the scars on his body and said in a very arrogant but indifferent tone: "Did you hurt me?" He raised his hand and gently wiped his body. All the wounds disappeared, and even the damaged clothes were repaired. The four people of Chongshan God said: "Do you have any other tricks?" While speaking, his whole body was covered with lightning, turning him into an electric man. The lightning all over his body crackled, and thunder flashed and jumped, ready to strike the four gods at any time.
This is the strongest killing move of the god's messenger, the divine thunder.
The four of them, except the black monster, have dealt with the fortune teller before, and they know the power of the divine thunder. They have also been chased all over the world. Seeing the fortune teller in such a state, the four knew that whether they live or die, they are only in a catastrophe. Since the god's messenger intends to destroy several people with thunder and fire, they can't cherish their lives, so let's fight.
Unfortunately, the Second Ghost Ancestor divided the magic array set by Zhang Pa into three explosions, just to offset the vigilance of the fortune teller and wanted to trick him once, but he didn't expect that the magic array was all blown up, and he couldn't hurt this guy at all. The god's messenger was too powerful.
Zhou Zheng smiled and said, "There are plenty of tricks, and I won't let the god's messenger down." He showed a pill with his hand, which was the broken pill Zhang Pa gave to the mountain god. Zhou Zheng didn't even look at it, raised his hand and put it into his mouth, and whispered, "I still have one hour to live, I hope to accompany the god's messenger for one hour." Just after he finished speaking, the whole person was suddenly wrapped in a ball of golden light, scattering golden light like a god in heaven. He stretched out his hand and waved, and the sharp net turned into a long thorn. After holding it, he slowly walked towards the fortune teller.
One person fought desperately, and the mountain god smiled and said, "I will accompany you." He took out the broken pill and put it into his mouth, which was also wrapped in golden light, and then watched the ball of golden light walk into his own magic gem mountain. The stone mountain was shining brightly, and the mountain god entered the stone with his body, combining the Yuanshen and the magic gem mountain into one.
The second ghost ancestor had a faint smile on his lips, which was a little cold, but more of a mockery. He said to Zhang Pa: "If I die, tell him not to come out in this life." After he said this, he saw the black monster come to his side and stand still, take the broken pill and swallow it, and say: "With my body, achieve the primordial spirit." The black monster swallowed the broken pill, and when the golden light burst out, the whole person dispersed with the golden light, and merged with the golden light, turning into the appearance when Zhang Pa first saw him, trapped in the ten thousand feet of black air.
The second ghost ancestor spread his arms, his body slowly rose into the air, and gently disappeared into the black air. After a moment, the black air kept surging and gradually shrank. Looking again, all the black air was attached to the second ghost ancestor. After a clear sound, the black air was all taken away by the second ghost ancestor. The black monster disappeared from then on, leaving only the second ghost ancestor.
After the second ghost ancestor absorbed the black monster, he became extremely powerful, with golden light flashing all over his body. He did not look like a ghost cultivator, and his aura was more holy than the purest Buddhist cultivator.
When he merged with the black monster, the mountain god turned into a stone mountain to resist the god's messenger. Zhou Zheng held a long thorn and attacked. The two of them, one positive and one strange, one heavy and one elegant, fought with the fortune teller. Although they couldn't hurt him, they entangled for a while, leaving the fortune teller no time to take care of the second ghost ancestor. The fortune teller no longer held back, and the divine thunder flashed at his fingertips, splitting a lightning waterfall in the desert.
It's just that the stone that merged with the mountain god's original spirit became extremely hard, and this lightning waterfall couldn't hurt him. Zhou Zheng, like a shadow, floated and danced, flashing lightly in the lightning waterfall, and the lightning waterfall couldn't hit him. I saw lightning flying, lightning was no more than five meters high, thunder roared, and the sound was as big as firecrackers, turning this desert into the most fantastic place in the world.
At this time, the second ghost ancestor joined the battle, and the desert suddenly became gloomy and windy, the sky darkened, and several cracks appeared on the flat sand, from which countless ghosts and monsters emerged, or skeletons or zombies, and countless ghosts. He actually summoned ghost soldiers to fight!
This was the first time Zhang Pa saw a fight between masters of the Spiritualization Stage. He saw a thick black cloud pressing down, with countless figures passing through it. He couldn't tell who was who. He only knew that the fight never stopped and no one died.
The three of them were originally the weakest mountain gods, but now they have assimilated with the mountain and become the strongest, blocking most of the attacks of the fortune teller. No matter how powerful the fortune teller is, he can't split the stone mountain with a flash of lightning. At this time, the golden second ghost ancestor came with the ghost soldiers, and the momentum was amazing. There was also the ghost-like Zhou Zheng, floating around, and suddenly attacked the fortune teller.
From the situation, the second ghost ancestor had the upper hand. In fact, the three knew that no matter who won or lost, they would eventually die today.