Chapter 689： There is no ghost under the thunder

Lin Yaozhi fell on a pile of bricks, and his body was injured by the sword energy that broke through the air.

The red wedding dress was torn, the clothes were ragged, the blood in the body was surging, and there was a smell of sweetness in the throat.

He tried to stand up and looked around vigilantly, the wild waves in his heart kept beating against the reef.

At this time, a man in a white coat stepped out of the void and was tens of meters away in the last second, and appeared at the door of the pigsty in a flash in the next second.

He stood in the sky, his clothes fluttering, and he held a Xuan Xuan sword with endless murderous aura in his hand, and the world was overshadowed by it.

Lin Yaozhi noticed the pressure of the superiors to block this space, his heart was shocked, and Buddha's sleeves fell, "This fellow Daoist, you and I don't know each other, and I hope you don't interfere in today's affairs."

Fu Shimo's expression was cold, "You hurt my disciple, but you want me to not mind my own business?"

Sen Leng's voice resounded in the enclosed enclosed space around him, reverberating vastly, attacking fragile nerves like sound waves.

The man standing in the sky lifted the sword in his hand, and stabbed Lin Yaozhi with a sharp move. The sword intent was decisive, and even the gust of wind was split open wherever the sword energy went.

Absolutely slaughtered, without the power to fight back.

In the face of strong strength, the weak are like ants that can be pinched to death with one hand.

"Cough cough cough..."

Lin Yaozhi was defeated, his body was scratched by sword energy, scarred and messy.

"waste."

Fu Shimo put away the sword in his hand.

He glanced at Yan Zhixu, who was lying unconscious next to the bricks, and there were traces of undetectable tenderness in his indifferent eyes.

He felt the power of thunder and lightning left in the air, and his skeletal fingers flexed.

"Teacher, what the teacher wants to teach you today is called a real lightning strike."

The man's knuckled fingers pointed to the vast and boundless sky, and his fingertips overflowed with endless spiritual power, majestic and turbulent.

"The gods and thunders of the gods obey my orders, slay the evil gods, destroy the evil spirits, eradicate the evil spirits, and promote my divine might!"

"lead!"

His expression was solemn, his voice was round and clear, and he was surrounded by a sense of oppression that could not be seen directly.

As soon as the voice fell, the divine thunder flickered in the sky, and the entire radius of a hundred miles was full of thunder, and the lightning voltage topped, like an ancient miracle!

The group of thunder flickered, and the horses came galloping. Under the thunder and lightning, there was no way to hide, and there was no way to avoid it.

"Boom--"

"Boom—"

...

The roaring thunder and lightning roared incessantly. The man in the white coat stood under the thunder and lightning, and the thunder avoided him. The purple light added a mysterious and majestic atmosphere to him.

"puff--"

"puff--"

Countless thunder and lightning smashed on his body, and he was mighty and mighty. Lin Yaozhi used all his strength to resist, but it was like a man's arm being a car over his own strength.

The skinny body was ripped apart, and the spiritual body quickly became transparent.

"Boom—"

"Ahhhh-"

The last thunderbolt fell, and with a shrill scream, Lin Yaozhi's soul was smashed and scattered, and he died in the world.

The purple thunder dissipated, the sky was gloomy, and the sound of thunder and lightning remained above.

Fu Shimo waved his hand, and the blocked space was unlocked. He paced forward to pick up the Frost Foil Sword on the ground, and picked up Yan Zhixu, who had fallen into a coma.

He moved softly as if he was holding a priceless treasure.

——

Program group residence.

After Ji Zhou returned to the room with Qu Liushang on his back, he felt the power of divine thunder in the air and pushed open the window.

Seeing that the sky full of thunder and lightning landed in unison, his face was surprised, and it didn't take a while for the thunder and lightning to dissipate, as if everything just happened was just an illusion.

He rubbed his eyes, swallowed frantically, and after a while, he burst out, "Damn, Mr. Yan has made a lot of mischief!"

I originally thought that the scene where the lightning strikes the ghost in the wedding dress is enough, but I didn't expect that the more powerful one is still to come.

Ji Zhou was overwhelmed with emotion, his worry completely fell, he closed the window and went back to the room prepared for him to rest.