Chapter 172 [Thunder Escape]

In the "breaking realm", Liu Zhuo felt a sudden lit up in front of him. In the dense thunder pillars, a figure pulled out many afterimages, constantly flashing in the thunder.

Slap sex!

Accompanied by the heavy footsteps, the withered and yellow shadow had a strange pace and had completely surpassed the limit that the foundation-building cultivator could reach. He rubbed violently with the surrounding air, drew a dazzling arc and rushed towards Liu Zhuo.

"How fast can you pass the magic weapon quickly?" Liu Zhuo snorted coldly, and made magic seals with both hands.

Brush—[Lotus Needle] suddenly turned into a black rainbow.

Stagger!

A "black lotus" expanded in the air three feet in front of Liu Zhuo, making a harsh and unpleasant noise, and a withered yellow figure flew backwards.

The black lotus quickly gathered, and once again turned into an inconspicuous flying needle, and began to slowly float around Liu Zhuo.

Boom!

Above the nine heavens, a bright flash passed, the golden snake danced wildly in the sky, and purple thunder fell down even more densely, and the withered yellow figure once again escaped into the thunder.

Liu Zhuo stared at the figure of Monk Wanhu with his white-colored eyes. The Lotus Needle hit him, but the shield supported by Monk Wanhu was strangely transparent, which obviously did not belong to one of the five elements, so even the Five Spirit Stone could not penetrate easily.

However, this flash of lightning just now caused some trouble to Monk Wanhu. Now he no longer dares to approach Liu Zhuo easily.

Constantly capturing the shadow of Monk Wanhu, Liu Zhuo controlled the lotus needle, and Qingtianman took action at the same time.

Suddenly, a dazzling light flashed at the end of the ring.

The blue sky mane was repelled, and the lotus needle spread out the creepy black lotus appearance, and ran into a head-on battle with the figure of the monk Wanhu, and drew a dazzling spot. This time, it was evenly matched.

At this time, the thunder above the nine heavens finally stopped, and Monk Wanhu also revealed his figure in front of everyone. At this moment, he bowed his back slightly, untied the big gourd behind him, and lifted it in his hand obliquely. There was a dark mark at the bottom of the yellow gourd, which was obviously left behind after colliding with the lotus.

At this time, although thousands of monks stopped under the arena, the huge Jade Buddha Altar was silent, as if it was an empty wilderness. Almost everyone showed a look of surprise. Even the abbots of the Dan-King Stage were moved.

The special fighting style of Monk Wanhu is amazing, but Liu Zhuo's calm response, his strong cultivation and magic weapon strength also surprised everyone.

Huh.

The lotus needle suddenly shook and headed straight to the forehead of the monk Wanhu.

Boom!

A purple thunder fell and hit Monk Wanhu first. Then, the lightning dissipated and Monk Wanhu appeared on the other end of the ring.

At this time, he had already hung the big yellow-skinned gourd behind his back, but the gourd's mouth had been opened. At the same time, his dark and thin face was filled with a cold expression.

Although the Lotus Needle's control device was extremely fast, it was still a little worse than the speed of lightning. After the black rainbow it turned into fell, it stopped, and it shook, and appeared on Liu Zhuo's head again, rotating slowly.

Seeing that the monk Wanhu was so skillful to use the Thunder Escape Technique, Liu Zhuo stretched out his hand and took the Qingtianman back. It seemed that the Qingtianman obviously could not keep up with the speed of tens of thousands of households, and Liu Zhuo was still a little afraid of the big yellow-skinned gourd of Wanhu.

(Since that's the case, I'll try the effect of this thing, I think it should be quite good.)

Liu Zhuo smiled in his heart, and a bundle of golden ropes appeared in his hands.

When the old turtle demon Xuan Ao chased Liu Zhuo all the way to the sea, he even used the heavenly magic weapon "The Immortal Boundary Screw" to tie Liu Zhuo up. As a last resort, he fought for a great loss of his spiritual sense to escape by chance. The Immortal Boundary Screw accidentally fell into his hands. Moreover, Xuan Ao has been destroyed by the monks of Daluo Temple, and the spiritual sense on the Immortal Boundary Screw dissipated by itself, which did not affect the use.

At this time, the monk Wanhu was muttering something, obviously using a strange spell.

Liu Zhuo glared calmly, and two black and white lights flashed through his white eyes, controlling everything that would happen in the future in the next few breaths. Then he stood quietly in place, and was not in a hurry to release the immortal binding rope, intending to see what happened.

After all, this is a ring competition. Liu Zhuo is unwilling to miss the opportunity to see more strange spells. Besides, although this monk from Wanhu is already extremely powerful, Liu Zhuo thought he was not weak anymore.

Bang!

The big yellow-skinned gourd behind Monk Wanhu suddenly shook, and endless yellow sand sprayed out from the gourd's mouth. Large pieces of sand condensed above Monk Wanhu's head, and soon turned into a ferocious and scary dragon head.

This is a "salon" composed of countless quicksands. It only stood up half of its body, rose from the monk Shen Ou of Wanhu, and emitted a dull dragon roar.

"Oh?" Seeing this, Liu Zhuo's eyes flashed and controlled the refining needle and shot away.

A dazzling black light burst out from the tip of the lotus needle, as if it was about to pierce a hole in the air. The needle body suddenly rushed straight to the "salon" behind the monk Wanhu.

At this time, the yellow-skinned gourd had stopped spraying sand and dust, but in this moment, hundreds of thousands of kilograms of sand and dust had been sprayed out. The "sand-shaped evil dragon" of ten feet long and short almost filled most of the arena. When it saw the lotus needle coming towards it, it immediately opened its huge dragon's mouth and swallowed the oncoming black rainbow in.

Ao--!

The winding salon slowly hovered around Monk Wanhu, looking like he was dominating the world. Compared with that, Monk Wanhu's thin body seemed extremely small. At this time, he was making seals with both hands, and his face was full of solemn expressions.

Seeing that the time had come, Liu Zhuo raised his hand and casually pinched a magic trick.

Stagger!

A muffled sound came from Sharon's body.

puff.

puff.

puff.

One after another, seven feet long, the dark thorns were shining with the luster of death, crossing the body of the salon, dozens of huge black thorns extended out, forming a strange black lotus.

Huh!

The black light flashed, and the huge "black lotus" began to dance, suddenly shattering the "salon" that was terrifying, raising the dust in the sky.

In an instant, the "salon" collapsed.

Facing the [ultimate form] of the ground-level magic weapon Lotus Needle, the "salon" was destroyed in a blink of an eye and turned into a yellow sand weighing hundreds of thousands of pounds, completely burying most of the arena, and buried deep in it with the monks of tens of thousands of households.

"Win, Senior Brother Liu, I won." Wu Muyu shouted as he slapped the high fives under the stage, looking cheerful.

After seeing the terrifying form of [Lotus Needle], many monks who are both in the Foundation Establishment Stage couldn't help but have such thoughts passed through their minds. How should they face this terrifying magic weapon?

This is far beyond the power of ordinary earth-level magic weapons. Unless a master in the Dan-King Stage, who can win the crowd present?

Thinking of this, everyone looked at the slender figure on the ring and smiled faintly. The monk who seemed ordinary couldn't help but feel a little bit unfathomable.

stagger!

The lotus needle that turned into two feet in size made a crisp sound, put away countless sharp black thorns, and turned into an ordinary appearance, swimming on the pile of sand all over the sky.

Liu Zhuo had never left the place since the battle. He held the immortal rope in his hand, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and was waiting for the tricks behind Monk Wanhu.

Crazy, crazy.

Such a strange sound sounded under the pile of sand like a sand dunes.

Huh!

A huge hand composed of quicksand extended from the bottom of the sand dune. At the palm of the sand hand, Monk Wanhu with his hands firmly closed and a cold-faced face was stopped.

"Breaking!" Monk Wanhu spitted out such a word.

Suddenly, endless yellow sand rose, and countless sand grains condensed into "sand arrows" after wave, rushing towards Liu Zhuo like a pouring rain.

Facing the continuous flow of sand and rain arrows, which had never stopped for a moment, if an ordinary monk could resist, he would not be able to hold on for a few breaths and would be blown away by the arrows and die of the heart.

However, under this terrifying rain of quicksand arrows, Liu Zhuo stood proudly in it. Five wolf beads turned into seven feet in size, constantly lingering around. The afterglow brought out even intertwined into a large cage, blocking all attacks.

"These sand is strange. It is completely condensed by the spiritual energy of the earth and the senior brothers of Wanhu." Liu Zhuo laughed loudly without any reason, putting a strange starting mark in his hand, and began to slowly pinch the magic tricks. It seemed to be casual and unintentional, but in fact, in an instant, he had transformed more than ten gestures in succession.

"Exceeded." Monk Wanhu had a stern and firm face and only said these two words. Seeing that the quicksand arrow rain did not pose any threat to Liu Zhuo, he stopped attacking and stomped his feet suddenly!

Ao--!

A dull dragon roar rang.

The soles of Monk Wanhu's feet suddenly rose, and the quicksand under his feet carried him up from the ground and broke through the sky.

At the same time, the huge sand pillar formed by quicksand from the soles of his feet was also lined up above the ring, and the next moment, it turned into a huge body of the "salon".

Hundreds of thousands of kilograms of yellow sand turned into a lifelike "evil dragon". Monk Wanhu carried a yellow-skinned gourd with his hands in his arms, standing proudly above the head of the "salon".

Boom!

A thunder struck down from the sky, accompanied by the thunder, the eyes of the monk Wanhu were flashing. He stepped on the "salon" and rushed towards Liu Zhuo below. The salon, which was more than ten feet long, would stop moving, and it would be a huge momentum when it moved.

As the purple thunder fell on Wanhu, the salon under his feet flashed suddenly, and then the power of the thunder escape technique, the salon's dragon head, which was clearly ten feet high in the sky, suddenly appeared ten feet high behind Liu Zhuo, while the huge dragon tail was still at a height of more than ten feet high.

Ao!

Wanhu stepped on the dragon head, waved his fists, and with the pressure of hundreds of thousands of pounds, he crashed into Liu Zhuo's back.

Liu Zhuo had already learned about all this with his eyes in advance. He Shi Ran turned sideways in advance, and the huge "salon body" penetrated through him.

Even if it is so powerful, it will be a waste of effort if it fails to hit.

Looking at the monk Wanhu passing by, Liu Zhuo smiled faintly, let go of his hand, the bundle of golden immortal ropes placed on his wrist was as agile as a golden snake, and suddenly rushed towards the monk Wanhu.

Monk Wanhu's reaction was also very fast. With a bang, several thunders fell in unison. Seeing that his sure-killing move was resolved by Liu Zhuo incredibly easily, he saw that the immortals were bound to be bound, so he quickly took advantage of the opportunity of thunder escape and moved away.

Bang!

The immortal rope is tied to one into two.

Bang!

The Immortal Lock turns two into four, and then four into eight...

The golden ropes intertwined into a large golden net, but they were covering them in an inexplicable direction.

Boom!
To be continued...