Chapter 341

The strongest Confucianists of the time are the three great masters, all of whom are half-step into the eighth realm, but have not been able to break through the eighth realm!

And no matter how unbearable Wang Mo is, he is still in the eighth realm, and even the fake ones are in the eighth realm!

So at this time, his words are plain, without the slightest arrogance, but he is stating a simple fact.

That is, Shen Wuming can't do anything to him, and the righteousness and the righteous fire can't kill him either!

As his voice fell, his momentum was constantly recovering, and even a little bit of expansion.

"I didn't expect your space technique just now, so I suffered a loss, but that's all."

Wang Mo laughed, stretched out his right hand, and a ball of white light kept circling in the palm of his hand, and then slowly stretched.

Transformed into a long spear!

He pointed the spear in his hand at Shen Wuming, "From now on, I will be serious. If you don't die within ten rounds, I will lose."

"Don't just talk about losing!" Shen Wuming shrugged, "Why don't you just draw your sword and kill yourself if I don't die within ten rounds?"

"Everyone is an old general on the stage, with flags on their backs, but you just talk nonsense."

Although Wang Mo didn't know what the old general on the stage was, he could undoubtedly hear Shen Wuming's full of sarcasm.

At this time, his face became more gloomy, and he stopped talking, but suddenly stepped out and rushed over like a blood shadow.

In just a moment, he had crossed the space between the two.

The blood-colored spear in his hand burned with magic flames, and came to suppress Shen Wuming.

"Is that all?"

Feeling the strong wind blowing in his face, Shen Wuming did not move, but the Candle Dragon Armor covered his whole body again.

Pieces of parts flashing with ancient metallic brilliance covered his whole body.

A prominent figure, with a majestic aura!

As for the Qianjibian in his hand, it has also turned into a shovel, clenched with both hands, and smashed forward.

The blood-colored spear pierced out a group of dazzling spear shadows, which were divided into thousands and made people dizzy.

But the shovel didn't care, and swung the spear directly, falling towards Wang Mo's head!

The two fought fast, and in the blink of an eye, they had fought for dozens of rounds.

[After fighting with the evil cultivator for dozens of rounds, you successfully saw the weakness of the evil cultivator of blood magic, which was the fear of thunder method]

The system prompt sounded, and Shen Wuming's eyes showed a little smile. Isn't that a coincidence?

Before coming to Bingzhou, Ye Qingcheng gave him the Taoist Tianshi Duren Jing, which recorded the Five Thunders Orthodox Method.

However, Shen Wuming did not study it. After all, for him, being happy with his wife is the real thing.

What Taoism and Buddhism, that's pure bullshit. Normal people, who would like to become a monk to practice?

But at this time, if he just used thunder magic, it would be no problem, as he knew the basic operation.

"Speaking of which, Lao Wang, we just fought for fifty or sixty rounds, are you not going to admit defeat?"

Shen Wuming smashed him with a shovel, pulled away, and said lightly with a sneer.

Wang Mo's face was gloomy, and he did not answer, but stared at him intently, also observing his weaknesses.

Shen Wuming was recalling the Five Thunders Orthodox Method recorded in the Heavenly Master's Sutra of Saving People in his mind.

"The Five Thunders Orthodox Method is to practice the Five Elements Divine Thunder, which is divided into yin and yang, and there are a total of ten kinds of thunder!"

"Jia, Yi, Bing, Ding, Wu, Ji, Geng, Xin, Ren, and Gui correspond to the five elements, and the one with the most yang energy is the Jiamu Divine Thunder."

When Shen Wuming thought of this, he pinched his hands and made a seal, which was the Taoist Thunder Art, which made Wang Mo's eyes slightly condensed.

As he continued to pinch his hand seals, dark clouds gathered above the sky, and countless lightning flashed faintly.

This is different from the thunder he had mobilized with his righteous spirit before. That was just pure thunder without any attributes.

But it is different now. This is the Jiamu Divine Thunder, the most rigid and yang thunder among the five divine thunders.

"Aren't you a Confucianist and Mohist practitioner? When did you start practicing Taoism again?"

Wang Mo was really annoyed.

Originally, he had already lost face by using his eighth realm cultivation to deal with a seventh realm kid.

It was fine that he hadn't won for so long.

This guy is getting more and more difficult to deal with, and his skills are endless. Now he has even come up with a Taoist one?

"Prepare a surprise for you!"

Shen Wuming smiled and had finished pinching the seal. He raised his right hand and pointed his index finger to the sky.

"The blue sky is dead. Since the time when Huang Tian was established, Jiazi still favors water, and Yan Han will appear..."

Shen Wuming was just about to pretend, but suddenly realized that the line was not right. What he said was a bit taboo.

If someone hears this and tells the Empress, she might give him a hammer.

After thinking about it, forget it.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to read it, so let it be." Shen Wuming sighed and turned his finger to Wang Mo.

"Thunder!"

As the two words sounded, countless Jiamu God Thunders descended from the sky, seemingly just a line of thunder.

But in fact, it was as thick as a bucket.

Even if Wang Mo had all kinds of magical powers, he was unable to use them in the sea of ​​thunder at this time.

"Fuck!"

Wang Mo roared, and blood-colored demonic energy continued to surge out of his body, intertwined with the lightning, and a burst of "sizzling" explosions broke out.

The majestic and vast aura rushed in all directions, almost razing the entire thousand-foot wasteland to the ground.

But even so, it did not affect the destruction of Jiamu God Thunder on him at all.

"Good guy."

When Murong Qianshan saw this, his face was no longer calm and contented, but showed a little worry.

His beautiful eyebrows drooped, and after thinking for a while, he took out a small straw man from his sleeve, which was tied with a lot of red lines.

Looking at the thunder in the distance, Murong Qianshan threw the little man in his hand over, and the little man rushed to the sky in an instant.

When it came to the top of the sky, the little man had become ten feet in size and blocked Wang Mo's head.

The divine thunder that originally struck Wang Mo fell on the little man at this time, and countless thunder and fire burned the straw on his body.

It was clearly a straw man, but at this time it made a series of screams, like a baby, which made people's scalps numb.

At first glance, this is something like a vengeful spirit. This King Xiaoling of Yan State is really playing dirty.

But no matter what, with the scarecrow as a meat shield, Wang Mo has been freed and looked at Shen Wuming viciously.

"I want you dead."

Wang Mo was really angry. He was extremely angry. His body was covered with wounds, but his momentum was even stronger than before.

The blood-colored spear in his hand attacked like a python, leaving a trail of afterimages, and rushed to Shen Wuming's chest.

At the same time, Shen Wuming got another hint.

[You manipulate the Jiamu Divine Thunder to deal with the evil cultivators. Your research on thunder methods has become more profound, and you have comprehended the legendary Dutian Divine Thunder]

[This thunder method is extremely complicated, but you have reached the level of mastering it after a little thought]

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