Prehistoric: The opening crit is infinitely multiplied

Chapter 61 Beat him up and snatch the magic weapon of teaching!
"This...how is this possible?"

"How could Liu Ming be unscathed?"

"Eldest senior brother, we won't completely irritate Liu Ming!"

"...!"

In Yuxu Palace, the Twelve Golden Immortals who were presiding over the formation all had shocked faces and spoke in disbelief.

This is a formation set up by the sage, how could it be broken so easily by Liu Ming?
Could it be that Liu Ming's understanding of the Dao has already surpassed that of a saint?
How can this be?

Just as the Twelve Golden Immortals in Yuxu Palace were shocked, Liu Ming showed a disdainful expression on his face, and said coldly: "This kind of rubbish breaks the formation, and it deserves to be shown in front of the poor!"

"roll!"

At this moment, Liu Ming's body was full of mana, and the power of Dao Dao was endless.

Since coming to Biyou Palace, it was the first time that Liu Ming showed his full strength.

"This... is this the peak of the quasi-sage early stage?"

"how can that be?"

"This kid is just a human race, how could he be so strong?"

"Is this still the human race fabricated by Nuwa Saint?"

Ran Deng's face was pale, and he muttered in disbelief.

In Biyou Palace, the Twelve Golden Immortals who were presiding over the formation also showed a shocked expression.

Back then, Liu Ming's apprenticeship to Master Tongtian was only in the early days of the Celestial Immortal, not as good as them.

But it's only been a few years, and Liu Ming has already left them far behind.

He thought that after tens of thousands of years of hard work, he could surpass Liu Ming.

Now it seems that it is just that the Twelve Golden Immortals are too confident.

at this time.

With a wave of Liu Ming's sleeve robe, an irresistible force, in vain, bombarded towards the sect's formation that explained religion.

boom!
Pfft!

Accompanied by a roaring sound, in Biyou Palace, the Twelve Golden Immortals who were presiding over the big formation all spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The great formation of the sect was destroyed, and the powerful counterattack force all attacked the body of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao.

The Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao, who had been severely injured, fell from the ground without any resistance in the face of the powerful backlash from the Zongmen's formation.

"This... is this the true strength of the elder brother?"

"It's too scary, isn't it?"

"As expected of Master Jiejiao's senior brother, with such strength, it is difficult for Pindao to catch up even if he rides eight horses!"

"...!"

The disciples of Jiejiao who came out from the Great Formation of the Pope's sect saw this scene with admiration in their eyes.

At this moment, the disciples of Jiejiao admire Liu Ming from the bottom of their hearts.

Whether it is qualifications, heels, or strength, Liu Ming deserves it all.

"Brothers, since you don't know how to explain and teach, what do you think should be done?"

"Hit him, beat him!"

For a moment, there was a great momentum outside Biyou Palace, and even many Jiejiao disciples clenched their fists, eager to try.

"It's okay to do it, but remember, we cut off the teaching, but never make a loss-making business!"

"Some things should be snatched, and if they don't know how to do it, as long as they can't be beaten to death, beat them to death!"

As soon as the words fell, Liu Mingrao glanced at the disciple of Chanjiao with interest, and yelled, "Beat him!"

"Quick, quick, quick, retreat, retreat!"

Ran Deng looked at the Jiejiao disciple who was close at hand, and hurriedly turned his head and shouted violently.

I was afraid that if I was too late, the teacher would be cut off and rubbed on the ground again.

"Hmph, if you want to escape, do you think it's possible?"

Liu Ming's figure flashed, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived at the gate of Biyou Palace.

At this moment, thousands of disciples of Chanjiao were caught in a dilemma.

There was Liu Ming in the front, and tens of thousands of monks from Jiejiao in the back.

If you walk, you will be beaten, and if you don't leave, you will be beaten even more.

The disciples of Chanjiao turned their heads to Ran Deng for help.

"Liu Ming, this is the dojo of the Yuanshi sage!"

"Aren't you afraid that the Yuanshi sage will blame you for acting like this?"

Facing the threat of Ran Deng, Liu Ming snorted coldly with disdain in his eyes: "Shao Temiao scares the poor Taoist with the saint, do you really think that the poor Taoist was frightened?"

"Besides, there are saints in your teachings, so don't we have saints in our teaching?"

Before Liu Ming could finish speaking, the person explaining the teaching was cut off from the inner three floors and the outer three floors in an instant, and was completely surrounded.

After a while, Daodao's screams came from the mouths of the disciples of Chanjiao.

Not long after.

I saw the disciples of Chanjiao, with disheveled hair, and no part of their body was intact.

It can be said that the disciples of Chanjiao at this time have nothing but breath.

Even the magic weapon was intercepted and snatched by the disciples.

Looking at the disciples of Chanjiao who were lying on the ground in various postures, Liu Ming said lightly, "You people just deserve to be beaten. If you had handed over these things long ago, why would you suffer from such flesh and blood?"

"Ugh……!"

"Why bother?"

"Poverty is kind, but you are forcing each other so hard!"

As soon as the words fell, many of the sects of explaining the teachings were full of inner qi and blood, and a gushing of blood gushed out.

You fucking beat us up like this, are you still kind?

If you were kind, why would you be like a bandit and let people rob us of our magic weapon?

"Why? Looking at your eyes, don't you feel very dissatisfied?"

"Come on, whoever refuses to accept it, come here and have a few tricks with the poor Taoist!"

Hearing this, the disciples of Chanjiao lowered their heads one after another, like a deflated balloon.

Liu Ming held the hammer down on the deputy head of Chanjiao's lamp. If they went up, wouldn't they have nothing to do and die?
"Brother, what should we do with these things?"

at this time.

Daoist Duobao walked over with dozens of Jiejiao disciples, holding a lot of various magic weapons, and asked.

"Fuck, isn't this exposition too fat?"

"All low-grade spirit treasures!"

As everyone knows, these magic weapons were first refined by Yuanshi Tianzun and given to the disciples of Chanjiao as meeting gifts.

This is also due to the fact that Yuanshi Tianzun asked too much when accepting disciples, so he dared to do so.

If the explanatory teaching is replaced by the cutting teaching, I am afraid that Yuanshi Tianzun will only refine these magic weapons for tens of thousands of years, and it will be difficult to get out.

Liu Ming took all the magic weapons in Taoist Duobao's hands back into his body, turned around and led the interceptors, and flew away towards Biyou Palace.

Before leaving, Liu Ming did not forget to warn Chanjiao that he must take a detour when he sees the disciples of Jiejiao in the future.

Otherwise, meet once, beat once.

Looking at the Jiejiao's disciples who left in such a mighty manner, outside Biyou Palace, the thousands of disciples who explained the teachings all had expressions of unwillingness in their eyes.

Some people even regret in their hearts that they were too merciful to the disciples of the Jiejiao in the past.

If time could be turned back, they would definitely beat up those who stopped teaching before Liu Ming returned to Kunlun.

On the way back to Biyou Palace, Liu Ming called out in his mind: "System, system...!"

"Ding……!"

"Report to Master, what are your orders!"

The crisp voice of the system rang in Liu Ming's mind.

"System, critically strike all these magic weapons in my body to the strongest posture!"

"As long as it is not destroyed, it doesn't matter if the grade is low!"

As soon as the voice fell, one after another system prompt sounded leisurely in Liu Ming's mind.

"Congratulations to the host, you have obtained the best innate magic weapon, the Frost Sword!"

"Congratulations to the host, you have obtained the middle-grade magic weapon, the Meteor Hammer!"

……

(End of this chapter)