Chapter 920 The Core Strength of Buddhism, Destroyed!

The great elder of the Kongmen, seeing Wen Zilong rushing forward, like a god and demon descending, crashing in directly from the encirclement of more than 3,000 formations, he was horrified and frightened.

You must know that a large part of these formations are ninth-rank formations.

There is even a small part of the tenth rank formation.

What is the concept of the Ten-Rank Formation?

That is a formation that can easily kill the tenth-order Promise powerhouse in seconds.

In the end, this guy ran straight in and killed him.

Could it be said that his strength has actually reached the point where it is more terrifying than the tenth-order infinite powerhouse?

Damn, dare you believe it?

Of course, he didn't believe it.

His thinking was that Wen Zilong might have obtained some kind of powerful magic weapon.

A magic weapon that can ignore any formation.

However, even though Wen Zilong is not as strong as the tenth level, Wen Zilong, a pervert, has the strength to instantly kill them, the eighth level ultimate powerhouses.

Including him, the eighth-order peak powerhouse.

If he doesn't escape now, when will he wait?

The other elders and disciples reacted a little slower.

When the Great Elder roared that sound, they woke up: Damn, the Great Elder has already escaped.

They hurriedly moved in all directions, teleporting away.

Just three seconds after they escaped, Wen Zilong had already arrived at the place where they were just now.

He didn't stop for a moment, and with a move of his mental power, the purple lightning, his natal weapon, directly hit the ground.

boom--

Accompanied by a loud noise, hundreds of purple lightning bolts shot out in all directions on top of the purple lightning, like a swimming dragon.

"what--"

"what--"

"Oh--"

Accompanied by screams, those wild dragons who were teleporting away were hit one by one.

After being struck by the purple lightning, they only had time to let out a scream.

The next moment, it turned into fly ash.

You must know that only sub-dragons have natal weapons.

The lethality of a sub-dragon-level weapon can be imagined.

They are mere eighth-order savage dragons, and they don't even have a chance of surviving under the attack of this sub-dragon level weapon.

As for the many life-saving cards on their bodies, it looks so ridiculous in front of the sub-dragon level weapons.

Even those tenth-rank defensive weapons they had just obtained from the Moon God Ancient Land were directly blasted into scum by the purple lightning.

The Great Elder glanced back, only to feel numbness in the scalp and chills in the back.

He knew that many of these disciples had acquired tenth-rank defensive weapons.

In the end, Wen Zilong was still blasted into scum.

What kind of heaven-defying weapon did this Wen Zilong acquire?

His purple lightning doesn't look like a weapon at all.

But it can be controlled by him.

What the hell is this?

Before he had time to think about it, he continued to go crazy and fled to the distance.

A teleportation is five kilometers.

Three times in a row, he has teleported fifteen kilometers away.

The remaining two hundred or so disciples who were not struck by the purple lightning also took the opportunity to escape.

However, at this moment, the heads of all their wild dragons suddenly felt a sharp pain, which made them almost suffocate instantly.

One by one, they fell directly from the sky without any warning.

Even the Great Elder who escaped the farthest fell directly from the air to the ground.

And it's face down.

When he turned over and got up from the mud, his face was full of incomparable horror and shock.

Because even he, the eighth-level peak powerhouse, almost passed out under the sudden pain in his head just now.

To deal with the use of spiritual attacks.

In other words, the mental power of the opponent has at least reached the middle stage of the third order, or even the peak of the third order.

The great elder of the Buddhist sect was horrified, and shouted with all his might:

"Wen Zilong, you can't kill us! You can't kill any of our Buddhist elders. Otherwise, our Buddhist ancestors won't let you go."

The other elders also came to their senses one after another, and hurriedly shouted:

"Our Buddhist elder is a ninth-rank powerhouse. He is waiting for us outside the Moon God Ancient Land."

"If you kill us, you will die too."

"Your family, your friends, will all die horribly because of your stupidity."

Wen Zilong felt ridiculous when he heard these voices.

The aura on his body spread instantly.

Under the aura of the ninth-level extraordinary powerhouse, within a radius of forty kilometers, the trees were bent down.

Some fragile trees were even crushed.

The clicking sound kept coming.

All the Buddhist disciples felt suffocated for breathing.

There was a surge of blood in his chest.

Puff puff--

Almost all the Buddhist disciples spat out a big mouthful of blood.

The elders of the Buddhist sect also spurted blood one after another.

At the same time, their faces were full of incomparable shock.

Being able to do this can only show that the opponent is a ninth-order extraordinary powerhouse.

Even, a ninth-order mid-stage powerhouse who is stronger than the ancestor.

Their faces were full of horror and disbelief.

There is a certain restriction in this Luna Ancient Land.

It is impossible for a ninth-order ultimate powerhouse to come here.

The only possibility is that this Wen Zilong has been promoted to the ninth rank in the Moon God Ancient Land.

However, before he came, he was clearly only at the peak of the eighth order.

How could he be promoted in just nine days?

Moreover, he was promoted to the middle stage of the ninth rank.

In nine days, he was promoted to two small ranks.

Nima, is this food and drink?

The other elders are also aware of this.

Their faces were full of despair.

It's over, it's over.

Facing the ninth-order extraordinary powerhouse, they have no chance of escaping.

What's more, he is still a mid-level Ninth-Rank powerhouse.

It's ridiculous that they threatened Wen Zilong with the ancestor just now.

As a result, Wen Zilong was stronger than their ancestors.

Even their ancestors, seeing Wen Zilong now, might turn around and leave.

But they tried to use their ancestors to suppress Wen Zilong.

This is tantamount to courting death.

At this moment, these Buddhist disciples finally fell into complete despair.

The relationship between the two parties is either you die or I die.

In this case, it is impossible for Wen Zilong to let them go.

In the midst of absolute despair, the Great Elder had a last glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"I give you all the treasures, I just ask you to let me live."

Wen Zilong's cold voice seemed to come from the sky, and it seemed to ring in his heart:

"If I kill you, can't I get treasures as well?"

The next moment, a flash of lightning came from a distance in an instant and hit the Great Elder.

The Great Elder was wiped out.

Except for a wish bag.

At the same time, the purple lightning shuttled within a radius of thirty kilometers at an incomparable speed.

In just half a minute, the remaining 200 disciples were all terminated by purple lightning.

There were only about two hundred wishful bags left, which fell to the ground.

With a thought of Wen Zilong, the purple lightning returned to his side and floated in front of him.

With this purple lightning, there is no need to kill people.

As long as the thought moves, the convenience will be wiped out.

It wasn't until this time that Wen Zilong was sure that this was really the most suitable natal weapon for him.