Beiyin Great Sage

  Chapter 470 Demonstration (Part 2)

  On the top floor of the restaurant, several people walked to the window and looked in the direction of the sound.

  Although the distance is very far, in the sight of several people, the figures of Zhou Jia, Fu Longze and others in the distance are clearly identifiable.

   "Zhou Yi!"

   "The master behind Taobaoju, the director of Bingshan Dark Workshop, has a mysterious origin. It is said that although his cultivation base is not high, his strength is extremely powerful."

   "How dare he provoke Old Monster Sang?"

   "Some people say he is a long-lived species, others say he is a legendary species, and of course some people say he is nothing. Today is about to open your eyes."

   The conversations continued one after another, and there were many discussions.

   "Since we came here, Zhou Yi must have some confidence, but this is the territory of the Ghost Control Sect after all, so I'm afraid we won't be able to fight."

"otherwise."

   Someone shook his head:

   "Old Monster Sang is a long-lived species after all, and has a high status. If someone beats him up and doesn't fight back, where will he put his face in the future?"

   "This is the reason."

   "I don't know who loses and who wins?"

   "Old monster Sang has a gloomy heart and rarely takes action, but after all he is an old monster who has lived for tens of thousands of years. How can Zhou Yi be his opponent?"

   "But if he came to the door on his own initiative, there should be some chance of winning."

   "..."

   The onlookers were obviously not interested in the cause of the incident. They were only curious about which of the two was stronger and weaker, and whether they would do it.

   When it comes to winning or losing,

  Most are more optimistic about Old Monster Sang.

   After all, for the seventh-level silver, the longer you live, the stronger your strength. How terrifying is the background of the old monster Sang who has lived for tens of thousands of years?

   Zhou Yi is only at the sixth level!

   Even if it is a legendary species, I am afraid that it is not an opponent.

  ...

  Cai Yuzhen put down the teacup, walked out of the stone pavilion, and looked in the direction of the sound, frowning slightly, her beautiful eyes flickering back and forth.

   "Yu Zhen."

  A beautiful figure appeared beside her, and said slowly:

   "This is the existence you let me attach to?"

  Qianying has exquisite facial features and a dignified temperament. Wearing colorful clothes on her body does not look gaudy at all, but looks like a flying fairy.

   It was Xue Baimei, one of the elders of the Jushan Gang.

  She and Cai Yuzhen are old friends, and they are both women of the seventh order. They have been helping the newspaper group in Jushan for many years, but now they have their own ideas.

  Cai Yuzhen voted for Zhou Jia early on, while Xue Baimei was interested in Yuguizong.

   Needless to say, the benefits of joining the Ghost Sect is that it is easy to enjoy the shade by leaning against a big tree, but the big tree has luxuriant branches and leaves, and it is difficult to get ahead even at the seventh level.

  So I also considered switching to other places.

  But for Zhou Jia, a person whose cultivation, strength, identity and background are all a mystery, he has some concerns in his heart, and it is difficult to make a decision.

   "Too impulsive."

  Looking into the distance, Xue Baimei shook his head and said:

   "Old monster Sang is a species of longevity, with the body of a sky ghost, even the suzerain of the Ghost Control Sect wants to sell him some noodles, Zhou Yi actually took the initiative to provoke him."

   "My lord is not that kind of person." Cai Yuzhen looked indifferent:

   "Old Freak Sang must have done something that violated the Lord's taboo, otherwise it wouldn't have happened."

   "So what?" Xue Baimei snorted:

   "In this world, the strong are respected. There are many people who don't like Old Monster Sang, but after so many years, who dares to provoke him?"

   "Hmm..." Cai Yuzhen looked sideways:

   "Baimei, you seem to be sure that the Lord is not the opponent of Old Monster Sang?"

   "What?" Xue Baimei raised his eyebrows:

   "Do you think Zhou Yi has a chance of winning?"

   "I don't know." Cai Yuzhen was expressionless:

   "But the lord is definitely not a reckless person. Since he dared to come this time, he is naturally not afraid. I have never seen him lose since I met the lord."

   "Really?" Xue Baimei's beautiful eyes flickered:

   "Then we will wait and see."

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   "Seventy-Eight!"

"seventy-nine!"

   "..."

"Eighty-five!"

   Tianhe was still counting at a leisurely pace, each word was like a heavy hammer hitting Fu Longze's heart, making him breathless.

   Wants to make trouble, but dare not.

   At this time, the members of the Ghost Sect had already appeared nearby, and a formation covering several blocks in the vicinity separated the inside and outside.

  The distance of one hundred breaths has passed, and there are few pedestrians below.

   "Zhou Yi."

  The ground trembled, as if a huge heart was beating slowly, and Old Monster Sang's suppressed anger came from below:

   "Since you insist on courting death, then I will fulfill you!"

   "Boom!"

  Before the words fell, a puff of black smoke burst out of the ground, like an oolong roll, pounced on Zhou Jia's place with the sound of howling ghosts and gods.

"die!"

  The word death is like an imperial order issued by a **** in the Nether Jedi.

   sound out.

   The hundreds of people who were close to each other and had no time to escape in the future all fell to the ground, deprived of all vitality, and their death rushed straight to the figure above.

"Humph!"

  Zhou Jia hummed softly in his nose, shook Tianhe away with a wave of his hand, and turned into a thunderbolt and slammed into the black smoke.

   Thunder Slash!

   Magical skills!

  The Thunder Ax falls from the sky, as if tearing apart the heavens and the earth and recreating chaos.

  Just one touch, and the black smoke melted away.

   "Peng!"

   There was a collision sound, and the two figures revealed the void.

   Zhou Jia's muscles were bulging, and he was standing in the air with a huge ax in his hand; the opposite person was dressed in a black robe, his face was hidden under the hood, and his black staff was shaking slightly in his hand.

   "Old Sang!"

  Fu Longze's eye sockets throbbed.

  In any case, he never thought that with just one blow, the old monster Sang who never showed his true face was forced out of his real body.

even,

   Depending on the situation, it is still slightly below.

"thunder!"

  A pair of dark eyes under the black robe looked directly at Zhou Jia, and his voice was hoarse:

   "Good ax technique, good lightning control technique, such a talent, you really are legendary, no wonder you dare to trouble me."

   "So much nonsense."

  Zhou Jia stepped forward holding an axe, and his figure instantly appeared in front of the opponent. The huge ax blade turned into a cold light, and he slashed down fiercely.

  The simple moves, performed in his hands, impressively integrated the source technique, the secret technique, and the martial technique.

  Even if it is in sight, it cannot be avoided or escaped.

"when…"

  The melodious collision sounded again.

  The contact points of the ax blade and the staff made ripples visible to the naked eye, and the body of Old Monster Sang fell downward involuntarily.

"what!"

   With a roar, Old Monster Sang flickered and rushed against the trend.

   "Woo..."

  As he waved the staff in his hand, streams of black smoke came out of it, and suddenly it seemed as if thousands of ghosts were crying and the sound of magic entered his head.

  The corpse on the ground instantly turned into a mummy, and all the essence of the flesh was swept away by it.

   More than corpses!

  The vegetation is withered, the rocks are dry and cracked, and the houses are turned into dust. It seems that everything has come to the end of life, and everything has died.

  Even Zhou Jia felt the qi and blood in his body turbulent, exhausted, mentally weak, and his movements were even momentarily slow.

  As an immortal who has lived for tens of thousands of years, Old Monster Sang's background is so deep that it can be called terrifying.

  If it weren't for the ghost-controlling sect's formation, the dementor sound alone would have killed a quarter of the core people in the southern area.

   "Peng!"

"when…"

   The sound of collision sounded again.

   This time, Zhou Jia was obviously at a disadvantage, and Dao Dao rushed forward with black smoke with long tail flames in an orderly manner, scattering the thunder in all directions.

   Not only the cultivation background, but also the secret art, the mysterious weapon, and the old monster Sang are not bad.

"it is good!"

  Zhou Jia looked up to the sky and screamed, his eyes lit up, and his whole body almost turned into a thunder god, waving a huge ax and rushing towards the black smoke:

   "This is enough to see."

  He knew that he was not weak, but he didn't know how strong he was.

   After all, the opponents he has encountered in these years, even if they are at the seventh level, can't give him the slightest pressure. Now it seems that only the longevity species can do it.

   Thunder Slash!

  Thunderbolts swayed horizontally and horizontally, and axes danced wildly in the sky.

  The two fought, the blade of the ax and the staff collided, the roar swept across, the ground suddenly sunken, and a bottomless pit appeared.

  Old Monster Sang's face was gloomy, and anger accumulated in his heart.

   Zhou Jia's thunder power is exactly his nemesis. Although he still has some means to use, it seems that he has already fallen into a disadvantage.

  Damn it!

   Gritting his steel teeth, his body instantly blurred, appearing behind Zhou Jia, with his staff moving forward.

  He is the body of a heavenly ghost, his physical body is between the virtual and the real, and he is not good at confronting head-on.

  Even a thought can control a shadow ghost with a sixth-level silver cultivation.

   "Peng!"

  The staff collided with the thunder light, and black smoke and thunder burst out.

   Zhou Jia's body trembled slightly, and when he opened his eyes, he was about to arouse his violent traits, but suddenly he frowned, and retreated violently at the same time as Old Monster Sang.

"enough!"

  A cold voice sounded in the field:

   "Don't forget what this place is? If you really want to destroy the southern district, will you give up?"

   "Five Ghost Boys!"

   "Sovereign Master of Ghost Control Sect!"

  Old Freak Sang and Zhou Jia spoke in unison, the two looked at each other, and slowly put away the aura that was about to move on their bodies.

  The visitor was short in stature and looked like a dwarf. He was dressed in a purple robe, and his small face showed coercion.

  The five ghost boys have five incarnations outside the body, and the one in the field should be only one of them.

"Humph!"

  The purple-robed dwarf snorted and said:

   "Sang, what's going on?"

"nothing."

  Old Monster Sang said in a muffled voice:

   "Someone is just finding fault on purpose."

   "Really?" The purple-robed dwarf's face remained unchanged, and he looked at Zhou Jia, and his voice was obviously much softer than when he was facing the old monster Sang:

   "Friend Zhou, what happened?"

   "Simple." Zhou Jia shook his wrist, and the Thunder Ax and Divine Scepter in his hand suddenly turned into a thunder chain, and slammed into the ground.

   "Clatter..."

  The chain extends infinitely until it penetrates into the ground, pulling a figure out.

  The figure with pale complexion and frightened eyes is Fang Zhensun.

   "Old Monster Sang!"

  Zhou Jia held the chain in his hand, and said lightly:

   "You got the stolen goods, what else do you have to say?"

   "..."

  Old Monster Sang's face was gloomy, and his breath surged from time to time.

   "My surname is Sang, you are old and young, why do you still do such things?" Seeing this scene, how could the purple-robed dwarf not know what happened, shook his head and said:

   "Let's do this, it's better to settle enemies than to tie them up. The two of you give me a face, so I don't need to do anything. Sang, you give Fellow Daoist Zhou a lot of divinity, so let's stop here."

"how?"

   "Ten copies?" Old Monster Sang opened his eyes:

   "Five ghosts, this..."

   "Huh?" The purple-robed dwarf's face darkened, and a dark wind suddenly blew up in the flat ground:

   "Why, you don't want to?"

"Do not."

  Old Monster Sang was obviously a little afraid of the other party, his voice weakened, and he lowered his head subconsciously.

   "Get the divinity." The purple-robed dwarf waved his sleeves and looked at Zhou Jia again:

   "How is it, fellow Daoist Zhou?"

   "That's all."

  Zhou Jia's eyes flickered:

   "Since the suzerain has already said it, there is no reason why Zhou should not, so be it."

  (end of this chapter)