Chapter 650 Immortal Slaughter

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Rumble!

As soon as these words were spoken, a thunderous roar echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

It was as if he had been greatly insulted. Just now, starlight flickered, and white light poured down from the dome like a waterfall. Suddenly, dark clouds covered the dome, and thunder snakes swarmed.

The smile on the white figure's face dissipated at that moment. At that moment, the kindness in his eyes turned into a cold light. He stared at Wang Yangming, who had already turned into a youth, and asked in a calm voice, "Do you want to say it again?"

"A hundred or a thousand times is fine." Wang Yangming looked at the white light without any fear, "I don't want to be unwilling."

Heaven and earth trembled, and the Buddhist singing throughout the sky stopped.

The cold light in the white light's eyes turned into Ling Lie's killing intent, "Good! You are the second person to do this since ancient times. The lesson from the past is still there. Since you are persistent, don't blame me for being ruthless and ruthless."

After the white figure finished speaking, all the white rays of light that poured down from the heavens and the earth dispersed. The thunderclouds on the dome became denser and denser, and the dark layers pressed down on the heavens and the earth, repeatedly wanting to destroy everything in the heavens and the earth.

"My Dao is the Dao of all living beings. What does it have to do with you if you wish to become my Immortal?"

"My Grand Dao, my strength has been proven. The heavens and earth have already recognized me as this person. Why do you need to come and guide me?"

Wang Yangming asked softly at that time. His tone was low, as if he was murmuring. However, his voice rang in the ears of everyone present. It was as strong as a yellow bell, and it shocked the deaf.

Hearing this, the white figure abruptly retreated several zhang. Then, he soared into the sky a hundred feet high, At that time, he looked down at Wang Yangming with a cold smile and said, "Although I knew you were the remnant of Wei Changming, it is not easy for you to cultivate because you are a sword spirit. Therefore, you are stubborn and have a good fortune with me. Today, I will show you the divine might of heaven and earth. How can you be a provocative thing?"

As soon as he finished speaking, lightning surged into the white figure's body like a lightning serpent. As a result, streaks of purple armor shining with lightning appeared around his body.

He stood high up in the air, holding one hand out of thin air, and the lightning in the sky seemed to have disappeared into his hand, turning into a lightning spear.

Wang Yangming narrowed his eyes and looked up at the figure with a rainbow-like aura. His expression was cold and he did not say anything.

At that moment, the violent golden sword intent around him turned into golden swords. With a thought, he charged towards the person in the sky with the sword shadows in his arms.

The two of them fought together. The sword energy on the dome flickered with lightning. Every time they fought, the heavens and the earth trembled. A violent aura constantly spread out from between the two of them, and it seemed as if it would destroy the heavens and destroy the earth.

"Hall Master, are we?" Wilde's severed right arm actually grew again after he continuously activated the flesh and blood around his body. The sturdy man who was nine feet away came back to his senses from the scene of the duo fighting. He turned to look at the black-clothed monk beside him and asked hesitantly.

At this moment, Wang Yangming was restrained by the immortals from the sky, while Xu Han and Meng Liang were still sitting cross-legged, refining the sword spirit in the Forgotten Realm. In Wilde's eyes, this was a rare opportunity to kill Xu Han and Meng Liang and seize the vicious sword.

The black-clothed monk surprisingly did not respond to Wilde's question immediately. He raised his head and looked at the dome. The lightning python and sword qi were constantly reflected in his black eyes.

"Hall Master?" Wilde, who did not receive any response, asked again. At this moment, the skinny cultivator who had been driving tens of thousands of troops landed beside the black-clothed monk. He also looked at him doubtfully and waited for his orders.

At this moment, the black-clothed monk seemed to have regained his senses, but his gaze at the horizon did not change at all.

Thus, he spat out three words without moving his head, "Kill him."

Wilde and the skinny cultivator exchanged glances. Although it was a bit strange about the current state of their Palace Master, they did not ask much out of trust in him.

"Alright." Wilde smiled sinisterly and nodded his head. He rubbed his fists and was about to walk towards the direction where Xu Han and the other two were. At that time, the skinny cultivator beside him activated the power around him to control the tens of thousands of purple monsters once again.

However, just as they stepped forward, the black-clothed monk's figure sounded again.

"I said, kill him."

"Huh?" Hearing this, the two of them were stunned and stopped in their tracks.

They didn't understand what King Ksitigarbha meant, so they all turned to look at the monk at that time, only to see that the monk was still looking up at the horizon. His gaze was somewhat dull, as if he was stunned by a devil. Especially when the sword light and thunder light lit up, the light reflected his profile to be somewhat terrifying and ferocious.

The skinny cultivator frowned and finally mustered up his courage to ask in a low voice, "Hall Master, what do you mean?"

At that time, the black-clothed monk finally lowered his head slowly. He turned to look at the two of them. The expression on his face was still a little dull. He opened his mouth and said in a very soft voice, "I said... Kill that heavenly immortal, don't you understand?"

Their hearts congealed, and their expressions immediately changed.

"Hall Master" They subconsciously wanted to say something.

After all, this was a very unreasonable matter. Their target should be the fierce sword. Now that Wang Yangming was entangled by the immortal, Xu Han and Meng Liang had fallen into the Forgotten Things Realm. This was simply an opportunity bestowed upon them by the heavens. As long as they killed the two of them, they would be able to retreat successfully. How could they not help Wang Yangming at this moment?

...

Wang Yangming grew more and more courageous as he fought. The sword intent around him grew stronger and stronger. He saw an opportunity and swung his sword towards the face of the immortal wrapped in lightning.

The vast sword qi poured in like a river flowing eastward. The immortal was unable to dodge it, but he was able to dodge the vital points. At that time, the right half of his body was shattered by the violent sword intent.

However, after retreating, the immortal did not reveal the slightest bit of fear. Instead, he smiled at Wang Yangming and said, "Although you have the power of a True Immortal, you still do not have the position of an immortal. My aura has long been linked to this world. The world will never be extinguished, and I will live forever. You will never kill me."

After the immortal finished speaking, another bolt of lightning rushed into his body from under the dome. His incomplete body was nourished by the lightning and returned to its original state in an instant.

Seeing this, Wang Yangming frowned and his heart sank.

At this moment, the corners of the immortal's mouth revealed a sinister smile. However, before the smile could spread across his face, a dark aura suddenly surged over and wrapped around his body at an astonishing speed.

Then, the black-clothed monk's voice rang in Wang Yangming's ears.

"I can conceal the Heavenly Secrets for a hundred breaths of time, seize this opportunity..."

"Let's kill this immortal!"