Chapter 857: A Thunder Severely Injured (Fourth Update)

The Third Prince of Heavenly Court challenged?

Wuqi snorted coldly, and the Tianlian Cauldron turned into a firelight and imprinted into his eyebrows, leaving a faint purple round cauldron phantom on his eyebrows. He shook his body gently, and a crisp "pa" sound was made throughout the joints. Wuqi waved his hands to both sides, and an invisible spiritual energy wrapped around him spread around, instantly covering the entire spiritual acupoint.

He heard long roars coming, and the East China Sea soldiers and priests who were undergoing training in the spiritual acupoints were upgraded to a level of three to five at the same time. The spiritual aura photographed by Wuqi was a complicated aura extracted from his body, but for other practitioners, it was a top-notch elixir, and it really had the magical power to make people ascend to immortality on the ground.

Not to mention those ordinary soldiers and priests, even Princess Chengle, who had already entered the Taiyi realm, felt a heat all over her body. A huge force brought infinite spiritual energy into their bodies. After they quickly circulated forty-nine Great Circles, they turned into a pure magic power and penetrated into their bodies. Their magic power was actually increased by the spiritual energy captured by Wuqi.

A strange light flashed, and a long chant rose into the sky. A fire light rose above Princess Junle's head, and a golden body of Fire God wrapped around her body formed slowly above her head. Qu Ping, the emperor of the Great Chu in the distance, also let out a long roar. Three balls of black energy rushed out of his head. The three were as beautiful as Qu Ping, but the statues of the extremely ancient clothes on their bodies slowly condensed in the three balls of black gas.

The mountain god, rain god, water god, Qu Ping practiced the magical arts of the natural line of Yin Ghost God. The three statues he condensed are also gods of mountains, rivers and mountains, and have the wonderful power to control hills, rain, and rivers. With these three statues of gods, Qu Ping could use natural power to kill the enemy as long as he stepped into a place with mountains, rain, and water, and he would not have the worries of mana.

The monarchs and ministers of the other six countries also benefited greatly. They all let out long joyful roars and bowed to Wuqi from afar.

In this ceremony, the kings and ministers of the six kingdoms saw Wuqi clearly at this time, and they couldn't help but be moved. They saw that Wuqi's body was filled with purple air, and the void around him was blurred and could not see through his figure. Every movement of his movement was natural, as if humans should have moved like this. Every trace of his hair was flying in the air had a beautiful charm that made people obsessed with it.

The rulers and ministers of the six kingdoms who were originally bowing to thank him were stunned. No matter their status, age, and young, everyone solemnly bowed to Wuqi again as a courtesy. What they respected was not Wuqi, but the charm and the "Tao" reflected by Wuqi!

They are paying tribute to the way of heaven, not to the man Wuqi!

Wuqi clapped his hands gently, and the eighteen clones of the blood demon god turned into blood shadows and flew into his heavenly spirit. Over the years, he has been practicing hard in the refining cauldron, so naturally he has not let go of his cultivation. Although these clones are not as powerful as the original body's cultivation, they have also successfully advanced to the level of the sixth-grade Taiyi. If they are released, they are also heroes who can occupy one of the nine heavens worlds.

"There are young and ignorant young people who are alive and dead to come to the East China Sea to find trouble. I will go over and take a look. You will continue to practice. It is not a big problem!" Wuqi chuckled and bowed to everyone, then gently brought up a series of afterimages to float towards the exit of the spiritual cave. Since the old man Yuanling's previous life, Wuqi's personality has not changed much, but once he commented on someone, he would say "younger young people"!

After all, Wuqi is not much old, and he has not even lived to practice hard in Xuanyin Star Tower, so he is not even 10,000 years old. He is really a younger generation. But in terms of his previous life, his seniority has taken a big advantage. Yuanling is the existence of Pangu's generation, whether it is the Heavenly Court, Buddhism, or the Human Emperor of Dayu, or even the Saint Emperor Xuanyuan, who dares to compare the seniority with Wuqi?

Feeling the wonderful feeling that seemed empty but extremely full in his body, Wuqi laughed and floated out of the spiritual cave, flew straight from the palace, and gently landed on the top of the south gate hanging on Bo Wangjun.

Although thousands of years have passed in the spiritual cave, the outside world has only been more than five months. Near the south gate of Donghai City, there are hundreds of arms and legs and colorful internal organs piled up on the two sections of the city walls close to the city gate. These parts have been chopped off Bo Wangjun's body in the past few months. The neatly placing these human parts under the city wall look very scary. In the past two months, the people of Donghai City have not walked very much through the South Gate.

Huang Qi and other generals of the East China Sea were standing on the top of the city with their soldiers and were on guard. When they saw Wuqi arrive, Huang Qi was relieved. He leaned over to Wuqi and lowered his voice and reported: "Prince, the boy who was scolding is so vicious. He has brought your ancestors every word. Those words, my subordinates really dare not report truthfully."

He snorted lightly, Wuqi raised his hands on his back and looked coldly at the small military formation several miles outside the city.

Three hundred heavenly soldiers and generals wearing silver armor surrounded a handsome young man riding a five-colored elk, wearing a colorful brocade battle robe, and wearing a series of kirin armor. The young man looked only fourteen or fifteen years old, holding two twelve-section purple gold maces, and when he swayed, he would slight light pierce his eyes. These two purple gold maces were two top-quality golden immortal weapons.

The Chaos Divine Eye glanced at the two purple gold maces, and Wuqi couldn't help but be shocked. It was OK to hold two top-quality golden immortal weapons in the identity of the third prince of the Heavenly Court. If not, it would appear to be shabby. However, it is not easy for those who refine these two purple gold maces. There are only twelve simple talismans on the twelve-section purple gold maces. Each talisman has the power to move mountains and seas, and has the ability to pick stars and exchange fights. Once these two purple gold maces are shot, ordinary immortals will die if they touch each other. There is no reason to say.

At this moment, the third prince of the Heavenly Court pointed at the top of the city with a purple gold mace in his hand and shouted loudly: "Shameless villain, how dare you use such a vicious punishment to harm my brother? Let my brother down quickly, otherwise I will kill you with a mace and turn the people of the city into ashes!"

After a pause, the three princes suddenly cursed: "And your insidious and shameless King Donghai, you are really a lowly breed raised by pigs and dogs. How dare he take my brother's lover and humiliate my brother so much? Quickly ask King Donghai to come out and die!"

Wuqi tilted his mouth. Although these third princes were the third prince in the Heavenly Court, their cultivation was only as high as a second-grade celestial immortal. However, there were a few masters among the heavenly soldiers and generals behind him. The eighth-grade Taiyi, who had the strongest cultivation, was actually a physical immortal who practiced both Buddhism and Taoism. Judging from his faint aura, if Wuqi had not practiced the Great Technique of Practicing the Heaven, at the same level and magical cultivation level, Wuqi might not be his opponent.

He coughed lightly, and Wuqi said loudly, "The Third Prince, Xiao Wang is Wuqi, the King of Donghai!" With his current cultivation level, Wuqi didn't care about name and other names. He made his original name openly.

The third prince raised his eyebrows, pointed at Wuqi and cursed: "It's you, a despicable thief, quickly release my brother and hand over the beauty that my brother likes, otherwise all creatures in the East China Sea will be turned into powder now!"

Wuqi looked at the third prince with a low cultivation level but a very loud tone. He raised his eyes and looked into the sky. With his current cultivation level, he could see through the thirty-three days and reach the Nine Heavens World at one glance. He could see all the movements in the Zhoutian world as long as he wanted. But what surprised Wuqi was that there was no one in the sky to respond. There were only a few generals on duty in front of the Nantian Gate for thirty-three days, wandering lazily, and there were no large groups of soldiers lying in ambush.

Wuqi was stunned for a moment. He stomped the iron ropes on the battlements of the city walls, and was so shocked that the iron cage that imprisoned Bo Wangjun was shaken. He asked coldly: "Bo Wangjun, these third princes are not your father's biological seeds? Is the cultivation of a second-grade immortal dared to attack my East China Sea?"

Bo Wangjun, who was tortured to the point of almost disintegration, trembled, and he screamed, "Don't hit me, don't hit me, Bo Yangjun is indeed my brother, but he is born with incomplete souls and his progress in practicing immortal techniques is slow, so now he only has the second level of the Heavenly Immortal Cultivation, but he is really my brother, and the remaining legitimate son of my father and mother, and he is the closest relationship with me!"

Wuqi knows that the Emperor of Heaven in Heaven has a queen and countless concubines, so there are countless descendants. Bo Wangjun is the eldest son of the Queen of Heaven, so he is appointed as the eldest prince of the Queen of Heaven, and Bo Yangjun is the second son of the Queen of Heaven, and is the brother of the brother of the Queen of Heaven. How could the child of the Emperor of Heaven be born without complete souls? This is too strange.

Wuqi pondered silently. The third prince Boyangjun saw Wuqi ignore him, and he rushed up with a stingy aura in his heart. He clamped his legs and sat down on the five-colored elk. Boyangjun shouted sternly: "A bastard who doesn't know how to live or die, take his life!"

The five-colored elk rose up a ray of light and rushed straight to the top of the city. Bo Yangjun raised his purple gold mace and smashed it down at Wuqi.

As soon as the purple gold mace moved, the void above Wuqi's head collapsed, time and space were shattered, and the invisible imprisonment power came, trying to imprison Wuqi's body. This imprisonment power was extremely strong. If it was entangled, let alone ordinary golden immortals, even those Taiyi Golden Immortals with a slightly shallow foundation may suffer a loss.

The figures who refine this pair of purple gold maces are really amazing. With the level of the Golden Immortal Artifact, they can exert the lethality of the ninth-grade Taiyi Artifact, which is indeed a means only masters have.

But for Wuqi, this attack is really not enough!

Even too lazy to take action, Wuqi looked up at the two purple gold maces falling from the head. Bo Yangjun shook his hands and his wrists broke at the same time. The two purple gold maces flew up into the sky, and Wuqi stared at them and disappeared.

Bo Yangjun screamed, and he pulled up a white cloud to escape from the distance. Wuqi snorted coldly, pointed casually, and a trace of Hongmeng purple aura moved the thunder of heaven and earth, turning into a ray of lightning as thick as a water tank and falling down towards Bo Yangjun. The cultivation of a second-grade celestial immortal, Wuqi's thunder has already triggered the laws of heaven and earth, and its power is enough to match the nine-grade Taiyi heavenly tribulation. How could Bo Yangjun with such a thunder strike?

At that time, the eighth-grade Taiyi, who had been hiding behind Bo Yangjun, flew up and punched the lightning falling from the sky with a group of punches. While swinging his fists, the Taiyi Tianzong also sneered and scolded: "The King of Donghai is really brave, he dares..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a loud bang, and the lightning thunder slammed on the general.

Countless dense electric snakes ejaculated, and the general of the sky howled, and half of his body was blown away by the lightning. He barely grabbed Bo Yangjun, who was so scared that he was deserted, and fled to the sky in a mess. Even the three hundred heavenly soldiers behind him were too lazy to care.
Chapter completed!