Chapter 121 Strength as Evidence

When the cold wind started, the solemn monk felt something was wrong. His spiritual consciousness extended and blocked Wu Yi's surroundings, but Wu Yi had already deployed his arrangements before he made a move.

"Master, save me." Wang Jia Erlang, who almost changed the situation by himself, suddenly exclaimed. Outside the temple, he suddenly felt an external force entangled his feet, and a cold air was transmitted to his whole body.

As soon as Wang Jia Erlang finished speaking, his body was caught underground. It was the rat ghost who took action and caught him underground. Wu Yi felt something was wrong outside the Mingxin Temple. Knowing that the comer was not good, he released the rat ghost outside the temple early. Now it is not surprising that he succeeded in one blow.

Since the four ghosts of Chimei, Wang Gui and Wuliang broke through, the rat ghost no longer dared to show off his higher cultivation. Instead, in order to integrate into Wu Yi's circle, he worked hard and conscientiously.

"How dare you!" The foundation-building cultivator who had been squeezed by Wu Yi before saw Wu Yi being so presumptuous and simply ignored everyone present. He was furious and stood up immediately, with a fierce momentum.

A little later than this foundation-building cultivator, another foundation-building cultivator also stood up. It was another foundation-building cultivator who was calculated by Wu Yi.

"Senior Brother Zhang, this kid is so rude, let's teach him a lesson." The foundation-building cultivator who stood up later said so.

Wu Yi snorted coldly, and the demons and monsters lined up in a row, blocking the two foundation-building cultivators. Perhaps because they had been in formation for a long time, the momentum of the demons and monsters was naturally connected together, making it difficult for people to see through their depth.

Seeing the appearance of the demons and monsters, the two foundation-building cultivators who were originally invited by Fengcheng Taoist Temple changed their faces slightly, and their bodies that had slightly left the cushions gradually sat down again, ready to wait and see what would happen.

The foundation-building cultivator called Senior Brother Zhang saw the two's actions and knew that they were unreliable. Although he cursed in his heart, he also knew that he could only rely on himself at the moment, otherwise he would not be able to save his face at that time.

"Junior Brother Su, do it." He made a seal in his hand, and a mountain range appeared faintly in it. He was as powerful as a thousand pounds and sealed it towards the four ghosts.

The three protagonists of this matter began to fight. I don't know if it was God's will, but it made a group of spectators outside the hall sigh. However, when a wine pot was blown to the side of those disciples by the energy, these disciples woke up and retreated one after another, fearing that innocent people would be affected.

The four ghosts of demons and monsters had already fought with the two foundation-building cultivators named Zhang and Su, but the others in the hall had no intention of stopping them. This matter was provoked by Wu Yi, and Li Gu must support Wu Yi. It is impossible to stop Wu Yi before his goal is achieved.

The foundation-building monks of Yiqi Taoist Temple in Liucheng were indifferent to the matter and were unwilling to charge forward so early, and the two foundation-building monks invited by Fengcheng Taoist Temple had the same idea.

The aftermath of the battle was heard from time to time, but none of the foundation-building monks were willing to speak. At this time, the only one who was able and willing to speak was the solemn monk who had confronted Wu Yi before.

After all, he was also from Fengcheng Taoist Temple. The most important thing was that he was also from the Wang family. Although he was not the father of Wang Jia Erlang, he was his uncle in terms of seniority, so he had to make a statement.

"Daoyou, what do you mean?" The solemn monk had a frosty face, and he was ready to fight if he disagreed.

But Wu Yi had already provoked the fight, and he had originally wanted to make a big deal out of it. He said with a rebellious attitude: "This is my evidence." The rat ghost appeared behind him, and Wang Jia Erlang was pinned down by the rat ghost's short forelimbs and could not escape.

Wang Jia Erlang looked at the solemn monk with hope, hoping to be rescued. Being watched by his nephew like this, the solemn monk had no way to retreat and could only take action.

"In this case, don't blame us for bullying the minority with the majority." Before he finished speaking, the solemn monk's body disappeared from the spot. Wu Yi could only see a trace of his shadow with his eyesight, and he needed spiritual consciousness to capture the trajectory of his movements.

"You came just in time." The solemn monk was originally one of Wu Yi's targets. In the previous test, he had discovered that although there were five foundation-building monks in Fengcheng Taoist Temple, two of them were faintly excluded and seemed to have some disputes with the other three.

Wu Yi didn't care whether they were from the same sect or whether the spoils were unevenly divided. Anyway, Wu Yi knew that even if the other two could not be won over to his side, they could prevent them from joining forces with the solemn monk's side.

Therefore, Wu Yi used thunderbolt means as soon as he made a move. All four ghosts came out, plus the ghost that captured Wang Jiaerlang before. Almost all the evil ghosts in Wu Yi's stone tablet world were released. The effect was obvious. The two foundation-building monks invited by Fengcheng Taoist Temple did not make a move, but waited and watched.

Wu Yi knew who his enemies were. They were the two foundation-building monks named Su and Zhang who had been calculated by him before, and this solemn monk. There were three in total. Wu Yi was not confident enough to challenge all the foundation-building monks present. He knew that this was unrealistic and impossible.

After clarifying the relationship between the enemy and us, it was to make more friends and fewer possible enemies. After this process was roughly completed, Wu Yi made a bold move and captured Wang Jiaerlang who was talking nonsense in one fell swoop, provoking conflicts.

Although the general goal was achieved, Wu Yi still had to face the siege of three foundation-building monks. Although there were ghosts to share the pressure, they had not broken through for a long time after all, and it was not easy to use the Nine Ghosts Locking Palace Formation here, so Wu Yi was still under great pressure.

After the solemn monk approached Wu Yi, countless sword lights were released. Wu Yi then looked at the sword lights all over the sky and found that these countless sword lights were actually transformed from a sword talisman. It seems that this solemn monk is also proficient in talismans.

The sword light in front of him was just a trick. The real purpose of the solemn monk was to rescue Wang Jiaerlang. After all, he was a member of the Wang family. If he died in front of him, he would be criticized by his clan members when he returned home.

Moreover, Wang Jiaerlang was held in Wu Yi's hand, and some of his methods could not be used. Just like this sword talisman, if Wang Jiaerlang was not behind Wu Yi, he could fully use it.

The sword talisman was used like an endless tide. The longer it lasted, the more difficult it was to resist. In order to save his nephew, the solemn monk reluctantly gave up a sword talisman, just to buy a little time.

After the rat ghost grabbed his nephew's ankle, he tried to find the rat ghost's weakness. Although he did not find the rat ghost's weakness because the rat ghost had not appeared for a long time, the low cultivation level was the rat ghost's biggest weakness. You must know that the solemn monk was able to become the leader of the Fengcheng Taoist Temple this time. His cultivation level was also extremely high. He was a high-level foundation-building monk, and his true energy turned into a mysterious light, which was unmatched.

Seeing the solemn monk rushing towards Wang Jiaerlang behind him, Wu Yi watched silently. Did he really think that he had no precautions against this?

When the mysterious light cultivated by the solemn monk repelled the rat ghost guarding Wang Jiaerlang, he wanted to rescue Wang Jiaerlang, but suddenly a cold air came from behind, straight to his forehead, stimulating him to sweat coldly, knowing that another evil ghost appeared behind him at this time.

In fact, if he risked getting hurt, he could also save Wang Jiaerlang, his nephew, but compared with his nephew's life and his own, which side is more important, it is not a difficult choice for most monks.

Obviously, Wang Jiaerlang's uncle is not one of the few. He decisively turned around and slapped the monster sent by Wu Yi, and slapped the huge body of the monster far away.

But as soon as he turned around, Wang Jia Erlang was controlled by the rat ghost again. If the solemn monk did not have the ability to deal with the two evil ghosts in an instant, it would be difficult for Wang Jia Erlang to escape. Moreover, even if the rat ghost and the evil ghost were dealt with, Wu Yi had not made a move yet.

The appearance of the evil ghost shocked the already shocked people present again. Including the evil ghost, Wu Yi has now sent out six evil ghosts. In addition to the ghost Yi named after Wu Yi himself, Wu Yi has sent out almost all of his ghosts. The effect can be seen from the eyes of the people present.

There are very few ghosts that can be raised casually like Wu Yi, because it takes too many resources, and ordinary monks can't afford it. The reason why Wu Yi is so extravagant is because he has a stone tablet world, a stone tablet world with a chance of being promoted to the world of the universe as support.

The monks who had not taken action before could not help but feel that it was fortunate that they had not taken action before, otherwise God knows how many ghosts Wu Yi had raised. When so many people besieged him and were defeated by Wu Yi, it would be a shame.

At this time, the situation on the field was already very clear. Even if Wu Yi would not win, it would be very difficult for him to lose. There were so many evil ghosts, which made others envious.

The solemn monk felt that the situation was a bit tricky. He stared at Wu Yi with a fixed gaze, knowing that there was only one way now.

Wu Yi saw his gaze and knew that he was just thinking about beheading him, but how could this head be so easy to behead? Could it be that he really thought that he spent most of his time on raising ghosts and relaxed his own cultivation? It was too much to underestimate him.

Throwing out a sword talisman, layers of sword light flew out from it. At first, the power was not great, and even Wu Yi's Qi protective shield could not be affected, but as time went on, it became stronger and stronger, forming a situation of waves hitting waves.

Knowing that Wu Yi would not stop until he died, the solemn monk no longer cared about his nephew's life. The key now was that his life was threatened, so he had no time to care about these things.

The sword light was used to contain and prevent the support of the demons and rat ghosts. The real powerful means of the solemn monk was the mysterious light. The mysterious light was the embodiment of the cultivation of the Qi Dao foundation cultivator after practicing to a certain level. The true qi was extremely condensed and powerful.

The solemn monk's mysterious light spread out, a fiery red, blazing and compelling. It seemed that he was a cultivator practicing fire-attributed exercises.

Wu Yi watched him quietly without interrupting, because what he wanted to do was to fight hard, defeat this solemn monk head-on, and hurt the monks who were thinking about it in one battle, so that they would be afraid, otherwise Wu Yi would not be able to realize his wish of being undisturbed.

The solemn monk had been on guard against Wu Yi, but seeing Wu Yi waiting with his hands behind his back without taking action, he thought he was careless and stepped up.

Wu Yi actually did not do nothing. He kept reciting the Heart Purification Mantra in his heart. His heart became free of desire and extremely sensitive to changes in the outside world. He could activate the Blood Burning Technique at any time, and Wu Yi was preparing a tenfold increase.

With the breakthrough of his cultivation, Wu Yi did not know how many times his Blood Burning Technique could be increased at most. He thought about testing it after the battle.

The Xuanguang of the solemn monk had completed its evolution. The Xuanguang evolved into a fire crow. The fire crows in the sky fluttered towards Wu Yi, carrying flames on their bodies, burning everything.

Wu Yi's eyes, which seemed to be half asleep, suddenly opened, and a brilliant light flashed. He jumped into the air, and his meridians curled up and swelled. His speed increased a lot, and he smashed towards the solemn monk like a cannonball.

The fire crows chased Wu Yi, but Wu Yi, who was extremely hot all over, did not care about these fire crows. He let the fire crows peck at him and attacked the solemn monk with his fists.

The solemn monk saw that Wu Yi seemed to be using a force move at this time, and did not intend to take it hard, but Wu Yi's terrifying speed forced him to take it.

“Boom.” A shocking sound was heard, and a deep pit was smashed directly on the ground made of the abyss dark stone of the Mingxin Hall.

The bones of the solemn monk were broken in many places, and a lot of blood spurted out of his mouth. Wu Yi stood outside the pit and raised his fist to continue to hit him.

The foundation-building monks who were watching the show did not expect Wu Yi to be so cruel. If he continued to fight, he might cause death. Even Li Gu persuaded Wu Yi to stop and spare him.

Wu Yi stopped urging the blood burning technique, and his body returned to its original state. He looked down at the solemn monk and said arrogantly: "If I want to seize the treasure, I can rely on those two trash." Wu Yi pointed at the two foundation-building monks who were fighting with the four ghosts of demons and monsters, and then said: "It is impossible to come back alive."

Arrogant, extremely arrogant, this is a side of Wu Yi that he rarely shows to the outside world.

"This is my evidence. My strength is my evidence."

Wu Yi's voice spread far and wide, reaching the sky. Everyone who heard it lowered their heads and eyebrows, not daring to look Wu Yi in the eye.

At this moment, Wu Yi was the center of attention.