Chapter 428 Another One!

"I, Li Jiuye, travel across the heavens and stars, walking alone among the ten thousand realms, fighting three thousand emperors with one hand, pushing across thirteen continents with my two palms. No matter who I fight or how many people I fight in my life, I am always alone."

"The heaven and the earth will be destroyed but I will not be destroyed. The sun and the moon will be destroyed but I will be immortal. Even if the three thousand worlds collapse, I will still be there. I, Chen Nanxuan, have been fighting enemies all my life, so why do I need to join forces with others?"

"Many people know that if I, Hei Xiaochun, really take action, the consequences will scare even me. Your Excellency, you actually want me to beat you up with others? Who are you looking down on? Come on, as long as I, Hei Xiaochun Let me challenge you alone."

"Monkey, choose me, Xiao Huohuo!"

"Choose me, Lin Shuishui!"

Faced with Sun Wukong's provocation, all the powerful men stood up without hesitation.

They all stood with their hands behind their backs, looking arrogant.

Although Sun Wukong is crazy, why aren't these amazingly talented bosses in all worlds arrogant? Are the truly proud and strong people ordinary in their thoughts? Sun Wukong said that he would fight them all. Will they all join forces to fight against Sun Wukong?

This is humiliating and belittling them.

This, that is a shameful thing for them.

How could they fall short of their standards?

The one who felt most despised and humiliated was, of course, Zhang Xianzhi: "Monkey, why are you so impatient? With the blow just now, there was no winner between us."

boom!

When the energy was released, Zhang Xianzhi, who had already sacrificed his magic weapon, was seen holding a scepter shaped like a dead tree in both hands, and the powerful Dao Yun light from his body rushed up like a spring.

Holding the scepter in both hands, he punched the ground with all his might, and boom—!

The power was released, and Dao Yun's strong light exploded. In an instant, it turned into a sea of ​​words that was even larger than before and surrounded him.

The weapon in his hand is what he eats, and it is also his most powerful weapon. It is the number one artifact in the universe where he lives. It is the nine-star divine weapon of the same level as the Xuanyuan Sword and the Pangu Axe, the Apocalypse Scepter.

The word sea released by the power of the Apocalypse Scepter is a hundred times more powerful!

Everyone was surrounded by obscure words, as if they were trapped in a sea of ​​ancient words. For a time, the entire Hall of Conferred Gods was shrouded in countless fonts transformed from divine patterns.

"Come together? You really don't know the heights of the world."

In the sea of ​​words, Zhang Xianzhi's voice sounded like the God of Creation: "Hericium, you'd better use all your strength to fight me, Zhang Xianzhi, first before we talk."

Boom!

Thousands of words rushed towards Sun Wukong from all directions.

"Om, ma, ni, ba, mi, hum!"

Those words actually contain the voice of gods with various effects, and contain powerful incantations such as shock, trembling, panic, heart palpitations, and other profound spells that can control or damage people's willpower.

"Om, ma, ni, ba, mi, hum!"

Words that destroy the brain and invade the gods are constantly flowing towards Sun Wukong.

Its power is a hundred times more powerful than the tightening curse that once frightened Sun Wukong.

The blow made by Sun Wukong just now really shocked Zhang Xianzhi. But is he really that easy to defeat? He also possesses many powerful means and peerless magic weapons. Does he need help from others to conquer the king?

This made Sun Wukong even more violent.

"Om, ma, ni, ba, mi, hum!"

Words with sounds came from all directions and invaded his brain. Sun Wukong stamped his feet impatiently and shouted: "It's so annoying."

"Don't do this to me, I don't like reading."

My head was buzzing, and my heart was filled with irritation: "I, grandson, don't like reading!"

In the past, he was very afraid of this kind of attack. But Sun Wukong, who has been sleeping for hundreds of millions of years, comes from the future. The Sun Wukong whose potential has been greatly developed is no longer the Sun Wukong who was not powerful enough.

While stamping his feet and shaking his head, the destructive aura released by the golden cudgel in his hand continued to surge. Suddenly, his expression turned ferocious: "It doesn't matter who you are, whether you are a god or a saint."

The arm shook, buzz——!

The stick was swung out, and the cold golden light released from the stick was like an aggressive glare, destroying the words coming from all directions into pieces.

Sun Wukong, who was glowing with unparalleled battle light, shouted: "You just need to know that from now on, you will all remember my name, Monkey King, the Monkey King!"

When breaking through the opponent's immortal magic, he held up the stick with both hands, and with overwhelming strength, he forcibly lifted it from the even larger sea of ​​words around him.

boom!

The stick with the power to crush the ancient world hit Zhang Xianzhi again.

"Hiss~"

Everyone gasped after seeing this, and a bad premonition hit them again.

boom!

boom!

boom!

…

Under the power of the stick, the sea of ​​words was shattered layer by layer.

At this moment, Zhang Xianzhi also looked horrified again.

The Apocalypse Staff in his hand contains boundless mana, but like every mage's shortcomings, no matter how powerful the magic weapon is, it cannot withstand extremely violent physical attacks, and it is not good at force. Zhang Xianzhi was worried that the staff would be damaged, so he quickly put the staff back into the storage ring with a wave of his sleeve.

Then, he gritted his teeth and used his other arm with the 'Kun-shaped wrist guard' to block the golden stick.

Although Sun Wukong's stick was extremely powerful, it was resisted by Zi Hai with a lot of power. He believed that he could withstand it.

It will definitely work!

boom!

With one stroke, bang! The wrist guard on his arm exploded and exploded into countless fragments. At the same time, there was a 'click' sound...

boom!

With this strike, the force waves blasted out hit all directions again.

"Mist grass!"

At this moment, the voice of the leader of the Sky-blasting Gang sounded as if in the midst of the storm: "It's thundering again, it's raining, young wives and old sisters-in-law, hurry up and collect the clothes!"

Boom!

Boom...

The shocked Li Jiuye, Chen Nanxuan and others once again raised their defenses, and increased their defenses.

The pale-faced Yisusu, Moxiangran and other women once again held up the Qingluo umbrella.

Li Bielang, who was hiding behind the still calm Li Congxin, shouted excitedly again: "I'm a passionate horse!"

"Puff..."

"Puff..."

"Puff..."

...

The cultivators who had just stood up, including the three old immortals Huang Su, Deng Taigao and Ran Feiming, were hit by the force wave and flew backwards, and they sprayed blood in the air.

Bang, bang, bang, bang...

The next moment, there was a heavy sound of people hitting the wall. The walls of the Conferred God Hall were densely packed with people...

All embedded in the wall.

"Oh my god."

Under this stick, Zhang Xianzhi stretched out his other arm to block. This time, he really couldn't hold it back. He was in so much pain that he couldn't maintain his elegant and chic posture. He screamed directly, and then he was in so much pain that he held his other arm with one hand and jumped up and down on the spot.

Just now, his other 'Kun character wrist guard' was broken again by this stick.

And even his arm was broken by Sun Wukong's stick.

Looking at Zhang Xianzhi, who was jumping around like a monkey more than Sun Wukong, Xiao Huohuo, Lin Shuishui, Li Jiuye and others were all a little stunned.

This person is Zhang Xianzhi.

For a quasi-immortal emperor, the injury of a broken arm is insignificant, but it was really painful at the moment of breaking.

Also, there was a quasi-immortal emperor, King Dongbi, one of the four great kings in the myriad worlds, who had his hand broken by a stick. That was really embarrassing!