Chapter 221 The Tyranny of the Strong

As soon as Yang Jiao finished speaking, he used the sky-shattering and earth-shattering technique in "The Way of Death".

Suddenly, the Shangmang Divine Spear seemed to turn into an amplifier that could strengthen the fist's intention dozens or hundreds of times.

In the void, a giant dragon with a chaotic color suddenly appeared. With a majestic momentum that collapsed the sky and shook the earth, it rushed towards the Black Wolf King Bi Shihua.

Although Bi Shihua is a top ghost immortal, he has not yet passed through the thunder tribulation, and he is naturally restrained by the masculine blood in the vast fist.

In addition, with the cultivation level of a top ghost immortal, fighting in close combat with a peak martial saint is looking for death.

So, facing the ferocious giant dragon, he directly avoided the sharp edge. While evacuating, he looked around and saw that wherever the giant dragon went, all the troops were lying on their backs, dying one after another, and he immediately asked for help from the rear:

"Snake King, Prince Zhou, what are you waiting for?"

Two figures flashed in the air and came to the sky above Yang Jiao.

Prince Zhou didn't care at all about the Martial Saint's Qi, blood and fist power because his cultivation had reached the level of the Second Thunder Tribulation.

He was seen looking down at Yang Jiao, who was exuding a generous and majestic aura, with malice.

At this moment, the 50,000 Buddha Army were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered under the vast dragon. When the dragon dissipated, the earth was devastated, taking away nearly 20,000 soldiers. Among them, even Wutai Mang'er, the veteran of the Buddha Army, also When the body dies and the Tao disappears, life is lost.

The remaining pagoda army also fell into a state of low morale and uncertainty.

Black Wolf King Bi Shihua looked embarrassed. His dark cloak that even covered his head could not cover his blood-red eyes.

I never expected that the masculine war field composed of 50,000 troops would be broken by one person. The rich energy and blood in Yun'an's body did not look like a peak martial saint, and he was probably at the stage of half-human immortality.

Otherwise, how could the Futu Army be beaten to pieces in one blow.

Bi Shihua looked at Yang Jiao, whose face was not red, whose heart was not beating, and who seemed to have nothing to spend, and his eyes became more and more angry.

The Pagoda Army was his hard work, and now it was beaten to half a disability. He now wished he could eat this kid's flesh, sleep on his skin, crush his bones and raise ashes.

He immediately knew that if the Futu Army continued, it would only increase casualties, so he immediately let out a wolf roar and ordered to retreat.

Just as the soldiers were retreating, Yang Jiao's spear came out like a dragon, with a divine light from the sky. The light from the spear turned into raindrops all over the sky, like a waterfall in the Tianhe River, and shot at the remaining troops at high speed.

"Ahhh!"

Countless screams appeared in the world, and in an instant, corpses were everywhere at the junction of the Daqian Dynasty and the Yunmeng Empire.

"What a ruthless and decisive young general."

Prince Zhou in the sky did not expect that the Futu Army had already planned to withdraw, but that Yun'an kid would actually take action again. Such a cold-blooded and ruthless temper also made him have murderous intentions in his heart.

The reason why he stood idly by before was simply because he wanted the Yunmeng Empire to expend more of its resources.

Although the enemy of my enemy is a friend, I don't want to see my friend live too well.

"Looking at your clothes, you must be a remnant of the previous dynasty."

Yang Jiao looked up at the sky coldly:

"No wonder the Great Zhou Dynasty fell. Don't you know that benevolence and righteousness are just illusions? Only strength can determine everything. This is an eternal truth."

He paused slightly:

"The remnants of the Great Zhou Dynasty, today I will teach you how to behave. What is the tyranny of the strong?"

"You see through the name of benevolence and righteousness for thousands of years, but you can show off your glory in this life."

"A good reputation is not loved by a person who loves notoriety, and a person who kills millions of people does not care about punishment."

"I would rather teach tens of thousands of people to gnash their teeth and hate me, but teach no one to call me names."

When Prince Zhou heard the words, his face darkened, his body moved slightly, and his thoughts gathered into a fist, condensing into substance. A huge fist containing the power of destruction appeared high in the sky and smashed towards Yang Jiao.

Yang Jiao raised his eyes. Because he was familiar with the plot, he knew that this was the Great Destruction God Fist inherited by Taizu Taizu from the Great Destruction God King, one of the five ancient god kings. It has the most powerful power to destroy the heaven and the earth.

However, no matter how powerful the martial arts and Taoism are, in the hands of mediocrity, the pearls will always fall into dust.

In his eyes, this fist was like clouds of smoke in the sky, which could be dispersed with a wave of his hand.

He waved his spear and made a jade falling to the nine secluded air. His great fist power once again exploded, turning into a sharp and ferocious spear light, piercing the fist that fell in mid-air.

With a "boom", the fist was destroyed in an instant, but after the fierce spear light defeated the fist, it still rushed towards Prince Zhou with fierce power.

At the critical moment, Prince Zhou didn't see the Heavenly Snake King at the side extending a helping hand, so he could only continue to self-explode his soul thoughts with a stern look on his face.

After a total of seven or eight hundred thoughts of self-destruction, the gun light was finally extinguished.

Prince Zhou's face was extremely pale. You must know that he only had the cultivation level of the second thunder tribulation. He only had more than 3,000 soul thoughts in total. Now nearly one third of them were shattered. The soul had already suffered a lot of injuries.

At this moment, he faced the Heavenly Snake King and did not say anything, because he deeply understood how vulnerable the second thunder tribulation was to the four thunder tribulations, and he could not even resist the effects of the four thunder tribulations. A thought.

For Taoist masters, once they survive the fourth thunder tribulation, their thoughts will undergo qualitative changes, and each thought can evolve into an unstable world.

It can also be transformed at will to create a small thousand world, and it can use the power of the birth and destruction of the small thousand world to fight against the enemy, and it can also be artificially refined into a stable small thousand world.

The strength can suppress two third thunder tribulations and a dozen second thunder tribulations. The difference between one thunder tribulation and one thunder tribulation is like that of an innate martial artist or a half-saint.

Moreover, more than ten thoughts can elevate a person to the level of possession.

The explosion of all thoughts can blow up a hill.

Only five to six hundred thousand elite troops forming a masculine war field with a radius of several hundred miles can tear apart the four thunder tribulations.

Therefore, Prince Zhou did not show any dissatisfaction. Then he stared down at Yang Jiao, squinting his eyes and focusing on the purple spear in his hand.

He immediately said to the Serpent King beside him with a cold tone:

"Not only does this kid have a peak martial arts level, but there is also something wrong with the spear in his hand."

The Autumn Eyes of the Heavenly Snake King were flowing, and there seemed to be an infinite Milky Way vortex in his eyes, and his red lips were slightly opened:

"Shangmang Divine Spear."

The reason why she didn't take action before was because she noticed something strange about the spear in Yang Jiao's hand from the beginning.

So, in order to confirm the guess in his heart, he kept watching Yang Jiao display his power in front of thousands of troops.

And those 50,000 lives, to a ghost fairy like her who can endure life and death and has a lifespan of thousands of years, are just leeks that can keep growing.

Suddenly, a darkness descended from the sky, blinding Yang Jiao's spiritual sense, and darkness surrounded him.

He suddenly woke up and realized that this was the maze of Mahakala.

Then, a soft voice seemed to come from my ears:

"One flower, one leaf, one fruit, one thought, one world."

Outside the darkness, Prince Zhou Zhou and the seriously injured Black Wolf King Bi Shihua below saw a black mandala flower appear on the hand of the Heavenly Snake King. Although it was deathly black, there was still a sense of peace and tranquility on it. meaning.

Then, hundreds of powerful thoughts that seemed to be able to tear apart the space emerged from her body.

These thoughts intertwined in an instant and formed a formation.