V2.Chapter 190

It seems that in a flash, Ying Zheng has blocked the space. That is to say, if Li Fan and others can't defeat Ying Zheng, they can't leave Changping village.

"When you see me, don't you kneel down and salute?" At the moment, Ying Zheng was sitting on the emperor's chair carved with dragons and phoenixes, looking coldly at the crowd.

"Ying Zheng." Monk Huineng put his hands together and stepped forward and said, "although you originally belong to our world, you are dead after all. Why do you want to return here. Are we practitioners really unable to deal with you? "

"Ha ha ha ha." Ying Zheng raised his head and gave a long smile. He looked down at monk Huineng and said, "old monk, with your strength, I can kill you countless times just by raising my hand. Why do you talk to me?"

"Don't be ashamed." Monk Huineng hasn't said a word yet, but someone standing in the crowd has been impatient for a long time. He jumps out and points to Ying Zheng's nose and says, "it's just a dead man. It's just a ghost. How can you be arrogant?"

The man who spoke was only about thirty years old. He didn't look like a man with a bad head. But he didn't know why. He dared to point at Ying Zheng and scold him. Just now, Ying Zheng's space transformation has already expressed his strength in a vague way.

Ying Zheng heard this, but did not have any reaction, just light looking at the man's face. Wait for half a ring, just slowly open mouth to say.

"Your breath makes me feel familiar."

Ying Zheng stood up from his seat and looked closely at the man. He seemed to be searching for his memory. Finally, he slowly said, "are you Jing Ke who assassinated me?"

"Ying Zheng, you can still remember me." With a sneer, the man looked at Ying Zheng and said, "yes, I was Jing Ke who couldn't assassinate you. Today, we'll learn about the past."

"Ha ha ha." Ying Zheng burst out laughing, looked at the man with disdain and said, "it's up to you. You didn't kill me in those years. Can you succeed today?"

"Then try." The man snorted coldly. His hands were like a circular arc in the air. A cold breath filled the whole space in an instant. With the man's hand movement change, the cold is gradually condensed into a long gun emitting a faint light.

"Ying Zheng. Pick me up. " The man snorted coldly and threw his ice gun at Ying Zheng.

The ice gun came in the air. There is no place for Ying Zheng to turn around. We have to take a hard one.

Ying Zheng had a faint smile on his face. He reached out with one hand toward the direction of the cold ice spear and drank "stop" in his mouth.

In the eyes of all the people, the gun stopped less than one meter away from Ying Zheng. No matter how men push, they just can't move forward.

"Jing Ke. For thousands of years, your ability is still so unbearable. It's just a dream to fight against a few people. " Ying Zheng sneered and clenched his fist in front of the ice gun. There seems to be a pair of invisible hands in the air, and the whole space shrinks abruptly.

Accompanied by bursts of clacking sound. The whole ice gun broke inch by inch from the position of the gun head. It exploded into countless ice crystals.

Ying Zheng hit successfully, one hand does not move, is still toward the man's direction, the hand is also suddenly lifted up a black fog. The pen went straight in the direction of the man.

At the moment, the three old men at the head felt something unusual, but they were too late to make a move. It can only be seen that the smear fog suddenly penetrated the man's chest. Almost for a moment, a burst of crackling sound broke out on the man, and the whole body was like the electric current visible to the naked eye. My clothes blew up.

As the clothes turned into flying debris, the man's face turned from red to green in a moment. Just a few times, the man snorted, as if a dull thunder sounded in the air, and the man burst out.

In the space, a thick and bloody smell, which can't be changed, floats slowly among the people.

Ying Zheng's face had no expression. He still looked at the crowd coldly and pointed to the three old men standing in the front.

"You guys, let's do it. I want to show you today who should dominate the world. The Empire of a thousand years ago will reappear its glory in the hands of few people. "

Although the three old men's faces are still the same at the moment, they are already in a storm in their hearts. Although Ying Zheng didn't show his strength just now, it was enough to see that none of the people present would be his opponent.

Monk Huineng turned his head and looked at the two people beside him with a smile, and said, "you two, in this case, let the old monk meet the king of Qin first."

With these words, Huineng slowly stepped forward and looked at Ying Zheng with slightly turbid eyes, saying, "Ying Zheng, let the old monk fight you first."

Ying Zheng gave a cold smile and didn't speak. Shaking his hand, a dark light ball rushed to Huineng's direction. With each meter of the light ball's advance, it was slightly shrunk from the original several foot diameter. When Huineng was in front of him, it was already shrunk into a black light ball as big as a fist.

"Good means." Huineng laughed and recited with her hands together. It's all about gold. Gathered into a mirror like barrier, blocking in front of the body.

The black light ball hit the golden barrier quietly. Suddenly, something changed. The black ball, which was the size of a fist, suddenly dispersed like a water bomb. The golden barrier of Nuo is covered in an instant.

Ying Zheng gave a cold smile and moved his lips a few times. The black liquid covered with the golden barrier was slowly condensed with Ying Zheng's low voice.

"Amitabha." Huineng sang a Buddha's name and gently crossed his body with both hands. A golden light ejected from between fingers and shot straight to Ying Zheng's direction.

"Good." Although Ying Zheng is concentrating on the black liquid at the moment, when he sees Huineng's method, he also cheers.

Just now, Ying Zheng's black light ball was condensed by the cold spring water of the nether world. Let alone Huineng, even those who can break away from this cultivation need to work hard to resolve if they get some.

I didn't expect that Huineng could see the insidious of black ball. But he didn't pay attention to it. Instead, he was able to attack himself, which made Ying Zheng greatly admire him.

The golden light from the fingertips shoots out. Huineng looks like an old man. He also rushes forward suddenly, not like an old man. A shining golden light of the Zen stick, also appeared in the hands, heavy hit to Ying Zheng chest.

"Come on." Ying Zheng dodged the golden light, but suddenly grasped it. The sword of the king of Qin is already in his hand.

With the sound of "Dang", the sword of the king of Qin and the Zen stick were heavily knocked at the same place.

In Ying Zheng's hand, the king of Qin took a sword flower and pointed straight at Huineng.

The golden light barrier covered by the black poison follows Huineng's side like a shadow. Although he didn't show his power at the moment, Ying Zheng knew it and waited until the golden light was eroded by his own poison. For Huineng, it's an extra burden.

"Don't reason with him. Let's do it together." The remaining two elders looked at each other and said in a deep voice.

As the two old people's voices fell, Li Fan's people also drank together. One after another stirred up their own spiritual power and rushed to Ying Zheng.

"When I'm alone, I can't be myself." Ying Zheng sneered. He didn't know how to move. In the whole space, however, countless ghosts suddenly appeared. Impartial, just fell in front of the crowd.

The breath in the whole space fluctuates, and the ancient world swings up in an instant. Not to mention in the narrow space, I'm afraid there are the top practitioners in the two planes. War is on the verge of breaking out.

"Ying Zheng. You and I can tell the difference. " Huineng's wand in his hand fell heavily on the ground with a cold sound.

"Old monk, today, I will wipe out all the practitioners. In the future, there will be no more primitive practitioners in this face. " Ying Zheng burst out laughing and stabbed out the sword and pen of the king of Qin in his hand.

With the movement of two people, the whole space is standing in one place.

Different from the ghosts that people used to deal with the oracle in black before, these ghosts are obviously the core forces in the netherworld. One of the worst ghosts, I'm afraid, is also more than fat Chen Xi and many others. Though not too many in number. However, with the increase and decrease of each other, it also makes a lot of practitioners in the main material world in a hurry.

Almost at the moment of fighting, the practitioners on the side of the main material world fell four or five. There are many practitioners who are stronger than fat people and others. But I don't know about the nether world. Heavy losses.

The spiritual power in the whole space fluctuates, like the roaring wind, surging wildly.

Limited to the terrain of the palace, among the many practitioners in the main material world, those who focus on the cultivation of techniques and adapt to long-distance attack are very passive at the moment.

The ghost of the nether world is originally the soul form. For physical attacks, it has a certain ability to fight. Therefore, in this fight, most of the ghosts chose to attack them personally.

However, most of the practitioners in the main material world only practice one pulse. Between the close combat, it is already the downwind. In addition, the distance is too close, even if there is a surgical method, but also worry about injury or time. Can't do it.

This side stood in a group, and Ying Zheng was against three old men. These three elders are the most powerful among the many practitioners who came here. In the first place, we know that a single confrontation is by no means an opponent of Ying Zheng. Therefore, the three are also separate parties. Together, they fought against Ying Zheng.

But the strength of Ying Zheng is really extraordinary. On that day, in the Qinling mausoleum, Ying Zheng had not yet got the soul of the noumenon. He was back and forth with Li Fan, but he got the soul of the noumenon. His strength was like a rocket, flying straight to several levels. Although facing the three people, the sword of the king of Qin in his hand is flawless. During the defense and counterattack, he even had spare time to use some strange skills. Although it was not a big threat to the three old men, it was also a distraction for them. This fight is just like a cat playing with a mouse.

If the trend of fighting goes on like this, the practitioners of the main material world will not win half a point. Obviously, the three elders also knew this. They looked at each other and their eyes flashed away. The old people who originally separated the three parties also gathered together in an instant. Everyone is the palm of the hand, Qi Qi issued a roar“ "The soul of the world." Three mouthfuls of blood gushed out and dyed the sky red.