Conferred God: Got cramped at the beginning

Chapter 88 Weakness

Ao Bing waited beside the village, watching the immortals arriving one after another on the wind.

In this way, when the moon reached its zenith, the traces of the escaping light and the rippling vitality of the heaven and earth brought out by the immortals finally calmed down completely.

The mortal next to Ao Bing was kneeling down facing the village. His eyes were red and his face was full of tears. He wanted to cry, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out.

Because Ao Bing had already used magic power to seal this man up, so that he would not be able to control himself after seeing the 'truth' in the village and make any noise that would disturb his own affairs.

"It seems that these are the only ones left." After a moment, Ao Bing got up after seeing that the world was still extremely peaceful and there were no other immortals here.

He weighed the Qiankun Circle in his hand, then poured his energy, blood and mana into it and threw it violently.

The unspeakable frustration that had been weighing on his heart since Chentangguan seemed to be completely vented after this sudden moment.

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The three Xuanxian were still talking at this time, and Zhu Ke was thinking hard about what went wrong, when a circle of red flames crashed down with the force of thunder.

Before the three Xuanxian could recover, the circle had already hit Yang Di directly on the head.

After a "Bang!" sound, Yang Di's head exploded.

Even for immortals and gods, the existence of the head is a top priority - the so-called leader of the six suns.

Throughout the ages, looking at the countless immortals and gods, who can still fight without dying even after their heads have been chopped off, which one is not famous and famous throughout the ages?

If these immortals in front of Ao Bing had such ability, they would not be unable to enter the gate of heaven.

Even though Yang Di was a Xuanxian and had been practicing for many years, this sudden piece of killing spirit treasure fell down and smashed his head into pieces. He also lost his life on the spot.

"Nezha!"

"No, it's Ao Bing!" At this time, the immortals present instinctively exclaimed before coming back to their senses.

Nezha is dead, only his soul is left, and he cannot control the spiritual treasure of the Qiankun Circle.

Now, it is Ao Bing who controls the Lingbao to kill!

"Zhu Ke, this is what you said. Is there anything unusual about Ao Bing staying in the Demon King Station?"

"Is this how your people are staring at him?" Feng Ming's heart was shaken violently, and the magic power in his body was a little unstable - he came all the way, and after landing, several Xuanxian separated from each other. It was too close and it was difficult for him to breathe in his energy, so even now, he has not even recovered his magic power. It can be said that this is when he is at his weakest.

Not only him, but also the other immortals next to him.

However, Ao Bing took advantage of this moment to kill in front of them.

It was such a coincidence, such a way of "waiting for work".

It was such a coincidence that it even made people suspect that one of them had colluded with Ao Bing.

"You, the bastard son of a turtle, had the nerve to ask us what was going on, but you never thought that there was something wrong with you."

"Or have you betrayed everyone?" At this time, Fengming didn't care whether he would be affected by others when he was vomiting. When he was vomiting the vitality of the world around him, he wanted to recover as much as possible. Use your own magic power to restore your own strength as much as possible.

But the immortals and gods next to them didn't care to respond to Feng Ming's call. One by one, they turned into light and wanted to escape.

Because after killing Yang Di, the Qiankun Circle not only did not take it back, but continued to fly among the gods and gods with incomparable residual power.

However, how can the escaping light of these gods and gods compare to the speed of the spirit treasure flying in the Qiankun Circle?

The tyrannical and domineering power hit the bodies of the gods. Even if they activated their magic to protect themselves in time, it had no effect in the face of spiritual treasures like the Qiankun Circle.

Every time the Qiankun Circle fell, the terrifying power of the shock fell directly into the bodies of the immortals and gods through their magic power.

Those who were unlucky would have their heads smashed on the spot, or their internal organs crushed, and they would die immediately.

Those with better luck also had their internal organs torn apart, and with just a move of magic power, they felt heart-rending pain all over their bodies.

"You immortals gathered here to slaughter mortals as blood sacrifices."

"They are all punishable by death!" Ao Bing's figure emerged from the rain curtain. Standing in the middle of the rain curtain, the wind and rain naturally coincide with it.

When Ao Bing walked forward slowly, the rhythm of the rain seemed to cater to Ao Bing's footsteps, sometimes getting bigger and sometimes smaller.

——This rain is naturally not ordinary rain, but caused by Ao Bing's method of praying for rain.

The two Xuanxian who were still alive couldn't help feeling frightened when they saw this scene, and couldn't help but take a step back.

"Even if we are guilty, what do we have to do with respecting God?"

"If I remember correctly, the Lord God himself said that the executioner has the responsibility of judging death, but does not have the power to judge crimes." Zhu Ke said in a deep voice, swallowing the surrounding energy into his belly with an even more violent gesture. , turned into solid mana.

"So, I am not here to be the executioner." Ao Bing raised his hand, and the flying circle of heaven and earth fell directly on his wrist.

"You enjoy blood sacrifices and torture and kill mortals. You are either evil immortals or heretics."

"As the righteous god of heaven, it would be fine if I have never seen you. But now, everyone has gained the stolen goods, so how can I just sit back and ignore you?"

Ao Bing clasped his hands together amid the rain.

These immortals thought that the fighting had just begun at this time, but in fact, when Ao Bing appeared, the killing had already reached its conclusion.

——This rain was originally caused by Ao Bing.

This is already his most common method.

The method of praying for rain is used as the starting point, and the moving clouds and rain are used as the midfield.

Then, the thought brings forth flowers.

Immediately afterwards, the technique of condensing water into shape and cutting wood into weapons completely mobilized the magic power of the enemies in front of them, allowing them to unconsciously swallow more vitality of heaven and earth and absorb more vitality.

During this time, there was another change in the forbidden water, which made the magic power in the bodies of the immortals shaken and made it difficult to escape.

And in the end, it was the transformation and ending of this technique of thinking and producing flowers.

——As a force with Xuanxian as its core, these enemies in front of them are obviously on a completely different level from the Xiyue Shenjun and his group.

With no weather and no favorable terrain, even their own strength is far inferior to the Huashan Divine Lord and the others.

Therefore, when Ao Bing put his hands together, the outcome of this 'fight' was already settled.

As Ao Bing closed his hands, the Mu Yuan Qi that they actively swallowed into their stomachs triggered the second stage of changes under Ao Bing's control, completely breaking the balance in the bodies of these gods and gods. Their mana was completely in disarray.

Immediately, the wooden swords and grass swords condensed by the energy of Mu Yuan penetrated from the bodies of these immortals and 'planted' them in the ruins.

The dormant vitality under the ruins also fully emerged at this moment.

Countless seeds took root and sprouted at this moment, scrambling to grow upward.

Countless branches and leaves are entangled in the bodies of those immortal gods who are still alive, devouring the vitality in them.

These immortals who were still aloof before now all fell into the mud. They looked at the mortals around them who had not been affected, and each of them had some prayers in their eyes - they were praying, these mortals, Can give them a good time.

In another moment, these gods and gods couldn't even send out their gazes - branches and leaves of plants came out of their eyes.

At this time, the mortals who had regained their freedom knelt down in front of Ao Bing.

The same is true for the young man with the torch.

"Thank you, God, for staying alive and taking revenge." The other mortals kowtowed in front of Ao Bing.

And when the last mortal wanted to speak, he realized that he couldn't say anything.

(End of this chapter)