Realizing This Is A Wuxia World After Cultivating For 300 Years

>At this moment, Wang Tong and others in the Palace of King Yan also noticed the changes outside.

They rushed out one after another, looking up at the sky, only to see the flames lingering to the sky, and all directions were filled with malice directed at them.

As a great innate master who can mobilize the power of the outer world, Wang Tong and others are able to perceive environmental changes to a certain extent.

Now they can clearly perceive that the layers of fire in the sky are aimed at them, to burn them to ashes!

“What is this?!” Wang Tong finally panicked. He pointed to the sky and roared, “Who will tell this king, what are these, and what is going on here?”

Master Yuanzheng’s complexion changed slightly and his eyes flickered.

I don’t know what he thought, but he suddenly put his hands together and chanted the Buddha’s name: “Amitabha, the benefactor of the king, the poor monk suddenly felt a sense of gratitude, Dasheng Temple is no longer suitable to assist you, the old man said goodbye.”

Before he finished speaking, the old monk had already set off. His innate zhenqi was surging in his body, and he took a step of more than ten meters, and he was about to leave the Yanwang Palace in a blink of an eye.

He actually wanted to run straight away!

“Old bald donkey!” Wang Tong roared angrily, and was about to rush over to hunt him down.

But at this moment, the boundless sea of fire in the sky suddenly shook.

I saw a fireball suddenly brightened, like a falling star, piercing the sky, leaving a long line of light, hitting the body of Zen Master Yuanzheng who was about to escape.

“what!”

Zen Master Yuanzheng’s terrifying scream came.

This contemporary abbot of Dasheng Temple, who can be called the innate great master of the peak of martial arts, was burned into a mass of ashes by a small fireball.

Moreover, under the rolling heat wave, even the ashes were lifted into the air and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

It can be said to be ashes.

Wang Tong and the others were horrified and looked at the place where Zen Master Yuantong “disappeared” in disbelief.

“Escape!”

“Run!”

This is their common idea.

With a life-and-death crisis at stake, they didn’t even have the energy to think about how to do this kind of thing, and what level of powerhouse can do it.

There is only one idea in my mind.

Run away!

Must escape!

Escape with all your might!

Unfortunately, it’s useless!

Just now, the ‘spark” that shook from the sky and burned Master Yuanzheng to ashes was just the beginning.

Immediately afterwards, the stars fell like rain!

Firelights swayed from the boundless sea of flames, all of which fell accurately on one member of the King Yan army.

Whether it is a leader like Wang Tong, or a group of military officers who are generals~www.readmtl.com~, or civilians who are counselors, prime ministers, and **** soldiers, there is nothing wrong!

All of them turned into ashes in the flames and stars that fell like rain.

Then, as soon as the wind blew, it dissipated.

At this point, the rebel King Yan, who swept across the country for five years and occupied almost half of Fengzhou, was completely wiped out.

All the people in Xiling County witnessed this moment with their own eyes.

At the end of the fall of the stars, countless people cheered and cheered, and the sound was so loud that it reached the sky.

Cui Heng stood above the clouds and looked down gently, without saying a word.

Yan Sheng was silent for a long time, thinking about what he had done in the past few years and what King Yan’s army had done, and then look at these people.

He suddenly smiled bitterly and said, “Immortal, please let me go, I’m guilty.”

“Okay.” Cui Heng glanced at him, nodded lightly, and let go of the hand holding his shoulder.

Without Cui Heng’s grasp, Yan Sheng naturally couldn’t continue to fly in the sky, so he fell directly from the clouds.

Just as he was about to fall to the ground and smash into flesh, the last spark fell from the sky, burning him to ashes, and letting him and the King Yan army disperse with the wind.

“You can’t miss any of them.” Cui Heng took his eyes back, looked at the people who were still cheering, and smiled lightly, “This city of Xiling County is in vain, so send someone back.”

At the same time, dense emotional light also rose from the Xiling County city and slowly merged into his body.

……

The next morning.

Cui Heng was already sitting in the inner hall of the county government office to have breakfast.

Just after eating, I received a greeting card.

The signature is actually Xu Fengan.