Feng Shen: I'm not a true immortal

Chapter 162
Yun Zhongzi is very clear that there are many smart people in this world.

Although he is a disciple of Interpretation, he never underestimates the intelligence of his disciples because of his different sects.

But he never expected that the interception church would act like this.

Six of these ten formations have been broken, losing five Heavenly Monarchs and one Holy Mother, and the remaining four formations are the Blood Transformation Formation, Blazing Flame Formation, Red Water Formation, and Red Sand Formation.

Wang Bian has already seen the way of breaking the formation of the interpretation of education, it is nothing more than grabbing the back first to damage the evil spirit of the big formation, and the Twelve Golden Immortals of Yuxu will enter the formation later, of course there will be no disadvantages.

Since elaborating teachings does not focus on martial arts morality, they can also play tricks by cutting off teachings!

Not long after the ice formation was broken, Xiao Zhen, a member of Yuxu sect, rushed here.

It's a pity that the Holy Mother of Golden Light has died. He should have entered this formation, but now he can only be wronged to go through the blood transformation formation.

The leader of this formation is Sun Liang. He witnessed the deaths of Dong Quan and Yuan Jiao with his own eyes, and was filled with grief and indignation.

However, Wang Bian remained completely rational and didn't let him go to die.

"What do you mean? We have ten brothers and sisters, and we have always shared weal and woe. Today, we have lost three friends. How can we let it go?"

Sun Liang's canthus cracked, and his grief was unbearable.

"It's okay if you want to start the battle, but you just need to see clearly, unless the twelve golden immortals call the battle, you can't fight."

There was a cold light in Wang Bian's eyes, and he didn't feel hatred in his heart.

"Why is that?"

Sun Liang's anger eased a little when he heard the words, but he still couldn't see through the clues.

"If you want to avenge your brothers and sisters, just do it."

Wang changed his words, and returned to the red water array in an instant.

Xiao Zhensheng's face was like powder, and his lips were like red vermilion. He was wearing a bamboo crown, wearing hemp shoes, carrying a sword, and came to the front of the battle with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist Sun Liang, please start a battle."

"You nameless people, don't come to my battle to die."

Sun Liang got the order, and saw that the visitor was a stranger, so of course he was unwilling to fight.

Xiao Zhen was furious when he heard the words, he immediately mobilized the sword and slashed five or six times in an instant, but the blood formation was not damaged at all.

He made a fuss for a long time, but there was no sound in the blood-transforming formation, so he could only go back under the awning in desperation.

Seeing this, Yun Zhongzi secretly thought that something was wrong, so he ordered his disciples to call for battle.

Among the three generations of disciples of Chanjiao, Yang Jian should be the leader in terms of cultivation and supernatural powers, but Nezha is the leader when it comes to lip service.

Nezha stayed with Li Jing on Lingjiu Mountain for seven days, and just returned to Xiqi, so asking him to call the battle can be regarded as a professional counterpart.

This kid had been guarding the coffin at Lingjiu Mountain all day long, and he was already exhausted, so he stepped on the hot wheel and went forward with a pointed gun in his hand.

"Sun Liang, I heard that your brother died?"

As soon as this remark came out, all the sects of the Chanju Second Sect were shocked.

This attack is too strong, and there are few people in the Three Realms who can ignore it.

Sun Liang was already grieving, but he couldn't bear it when he heard the words. He immediately grabbed Tai'a sword and wanted to start the battle.

"Don't be fooled by him!"

Wang Bian sat on the high platform, his eyes were quiet in the ancient well, and he was speaking like a voice.

"I heard that your sister died too?"

Nezha continued to display his supernatural powers without showing any mercy.

He is kind to mortals, but he doesn't know the meaning of etiquette at all to the immortals, especially the enemies.

"Zhuzi is rude, how dare you insult my brothers and sisters!"

Sun Liang's face was flushed and he was furious. He ignored the persuasion and opened the gate.

Nezha was also unambiguous, and immediately activated the Hot Wheels and entered the big formation.

Yun Zhongzi and Master Taiyi looked at each other, both a little dazed, this was not in their plan.

This blood-forming formation was supposed to be broken by Daoist Taiyi, but now Nezha is the first to enter the formation, which is quite reasonable.

But the problem is that Qiao Kun has not yet arrived in Xiqi, nor has Xiao Zhen entered the formation, so the evil spirit of this formation has not been damaged, and its power is extremely powerful.

Since Nezha was born, he has not experienced any hardships. He saw that the master broke through the formation like a broken bamboo, so he didn't take the blood transformation formation seriously.

I saw black sand raging in this formation, quite ferocious.

Nezha immediately activated his three-headed and six-armed supernatural powers, and the Huntian Ling spread out suddenly to protect his whole body, and the Qiankun circle suddenly fell down.

Sun Liang swung his sword slowly, and the black sand condensed, enveloping the universe, making a squeak.

"Bold and thieves, how dare you damage my magic weapon!"

Nezha was furious, so he grabbed the fire-pointed gun, and went away in an instant like a comet hitting the moon.

Sun Liang sneered, he moved, grabbed a bucket of black sand and threw it down.

Nezha has three heads and six arms, and he used the gold bricks, the Huntian silk, and the Yin-Yang sword all at once, but the black sand penetrated everywhere, and finally touched the Taoist body.

Although the eighty-nine profound arts are mysterious, he has not practiced to a small degree after all, so how can he be spared from the calamity this time.

"It hurts me too!"

Nezha only felt a stabbing pain in his arms and neck, like thousands of ants biting, or like a hundred claws scratching his heart, his skin was cracked inch by inch.

If it were an immortal without a vajra body, it would have turned into pus and blood by now.

"Good thief, you insulted my brothers and sisters, let's bury the six of them together today!"

Sun Liang laughed loudly and sprinkled another handful of black sand.

Nezha knew that the situation was not good, so he used his magic weapon and withdrew outside the formation.

I saw the black sand moving with the wind, like a plague of locusts.

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Nezha gritted his teeth and rushed out.

"Don't hurt my junior brother!"

Lei Zhenzi used the Dinghai Pearl to reveal five colors of light to protect his body, then waved his sleeves again and sacrificed 21 precious mirrors.

This is the relic of the Holy Mother of Golden Light, which is the root of the Golden Light Formation, and it is quite mysterious.

Lei Zhenzi sacrificed this treasure, and the essence of the sun and the moon appeared, which condensed into two beams of hot, dark and cold, and shone towards the blood-transforming array.

When Nezha heard the news, he followed the sound and hurried out as if listening to fairy music.

"Go to the list!"

With a ferocious face, Sun Liang grasped the Tai'a sword and slashed down fiercely.

Ding.

Sun Liang only felt the tiger's mouth tremble, as if he had been cut on a god's iron.

"Thank you Tianjun!"

Nezha took advantage of his strength to escape, but the black sand still fell down.

The clothes on his back had already melted, his arms and neck were covered with scars, his buttocks had turned into two lumps of black meat, only the back of his heart was intact.

Yun Zhongzi once practiced six armors of meritorious deeds, which were presented to the Yang family brothers and sisters, the Yin family brothers, and the half-brothers Lei Zhenzi and Nezha respectively.

Sun Liang saw that Nezha was about to escape, so how could he give up? He wielded the Tai'a sword and wanted to go out to chase after him.

"If you keep chasing after him, it's really hard to save the immortal."

Wang Bian sighed and transmitted the sound again.

Sun Liang glanced at the two invulnerable boys, he lowered his head, his palms still trembling.

"You boy, could it be that you are tired of living?"

Lei Zhenzi put away the precious mirror, continued to protect his body with Dinghai beads, and kicked someone's naked black buttocks.

"Wuwuwu, before I went to Vulture Mountain, you called each other your junior brother, but I haven't seen you for seven days, why did you change your name?"

Nezha knew he was in the wrong, and immediately squeezed his eyes, letting out two tears.

Well, then he passed out.

Lei Zhenzi looked at his junior brother who was covered in black sand all over his body, he didn't want to hug him, he didn't want to hug him, he had to use a golden stick to carry him, and then he went back to the awning.

　Nezha in this book has not experienced any setbacks, so his personality is much worse than in the original book. Of course, he is easy to be beaten.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)