Under One Person, Golden Light Transforms into God

Chapter 258 Suppression!

The huge blood-red palm print flew away with the wind, and everyone was shocked beyond words. Their eyes burst into light as if they had seen a god.

Zhang Huaidan smiled and casually stretched out his two dark golden arms, but he didn't feel that he had done anything remarkable.

He took out all the techniques of protecting the way. This was his final trump card. Apart from his master, only a few people in the world had seen it.

The current result is the normal development track.

If you can't even deal with Xiao Zizai, then it might as well not be called the art of protecting the way.

In fact, if he had used the protective technique when facing Xiao Zizai at the beginning, or if he had transformed into this pair of dark gold arms when facing Wang Zhenqiu, it is estimated that Hei Guan'er and Xiao Zizai would not have had the courage to go on stage later, and there would not be so many things now, and he would not have suffered a small loss for no reason.

However, as mentioned before, fortune and misfortune are interdependent. If he had suppressed everything with his dark gold arm from the beginning, Xiao Zizai would not have possessed the power of the external demon, and would not have been able to help him perfect the art of protecting the Dao.

Moreover, the art of protecting the Dao is of great importance and cannot be used casually.

This has nothing to do with pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. It's an obvious truth.

Who uses an excavator to crush an ant? Who uses an heirloom Longquan sword to kill a chicken? If Tongtian Patriarch wants to eat grilled fish, does he use the Four Swords of Zhu Xian to scrape the scales off it?
Besides, even with Zhang Huaidan's profound cultivation, using the art of protecting the way would still consume quite a bit of energy.

As they were thinking, everyone exclaimed in surprise!

Zhang Huaidan didn't sink into his thoughts, it was just that it was not worth worrying about now!

The ruins were filled with smoke and dust, as if covered by yellow clouds. At this moment, the yellow clouds rolled, and nine normal-sized bloody handprints came rushing towards them!

Wang Ye and others exclaimed!

They had to exclaim!
The power of this blood palm print is extremely great!

It broke Ma Xianhong's two protective magic weapons into pieces, but its power was still there, breaking most of his bones!

At this moment, any one of the nine bloody handprints is more condensed than the palm print that attacked Ma Xianhong before, and its power must be even greater.

To put it bluntly, Xiao Zi could wipe out everyone present except Zhang Huaidan with this move!

Such terrifying power!

How can I not exclaim?
Zhang Huaidan was very calm, he had to be calm.

In his opinion, although there were nine bloody handprints in number, they were still not as powerful as the huge palm print just now.

When the palm print came, Zhang Huaidan remained calm. He stood with his arms folded, calm and composed.

Everyone looked around, all in a trance.

Zhuge Qing murmured to himself, "How beautiful the scenery on the mountaintop must be..."

In his eyes, at this moment, Master Huaidan was not standing on a desolate plain, but on the highest mountain in the world.

The mountain wind is strong, and the clothes are fluttering.

Thousands of mountains and rivers, thousands of miles of white clouds, all come into view.

Zhuge Qing simply couldn't imagine how beautiful the scenery would be. He couldn't imagine...

"Oh!" Zhuge Qing even wanted to shed tears.

How much loneliness, pain and torment of solitude are hidden in that beautiful scenery!
Zhuge Qing lost his composure a little, and Wang Ye gave him a strange look, feeling very strange. If he guessed correctly, was Old Qing empathizing with Master Huaidan again?
You are a maid, and you empathize with the young lady. Have you been kicked in the head by a donkey?
Wang Ye was extremely dissatisfied in his heart, and when he glanced at Ma Xianhong again, he found that his face was very heavy.

'Lao Ma is also a weird guy.'

These nine blood palm prints are a power that they cannot resist!

But what about Master Huaidan?

The extremely violent giant palm print just now was dissolved by the real person's perfect dark gold arms. Although there are nine of them now, they can only make the real person exhausted from parrying!

Looking at Ma Xianhong's expression now, is he sure he is not just worrying about nothing?

His thoughts came to an end here, and Xiao Zizai sent out nine bloody palm prints that whizzed away!

Wang Ye's heart was filled with alarm. His intuition told him that even in his prime, he would not be able to catch even one of them!
His heart was slightly in suspense, but he saw that Master Huaidan still had his arms folded, with no emotion on his face. The two pairs of dark golden arms stretched out from under his ribs, and the one on the right swept it away effortlessly, and nine bloody palm prints seemed to solidify!

'No, it's not frozen!'

Wang Ye's pupils shrank sharply. The sweep of his dark golden right hand seemed to contain some extremely mysterious power. The speed of the nine blood palm prints did slow down!
"Can the method of Master Huaidan also control time?"

Wang Ye’s heart was beating so fast, this was too outrageous!

However, his idea was soon overturned.

The two dark-gold arms on the left and right came out together, punching, palming, slapping or tapping, and in the blink of an eye, they had completely destroyed the nine blood palm prints released by Xiao Zizai!

In Wang Ye's eyes, there was still an afterimage of the swaying dark golden arm. This perfect creation seemed to have hit his heart, and Wang Ye's breathing became rapid!

No!

absolutely not!

There wasn't even a hint of panic!

Master Huaidan maintained a calm demeanor from beginning to end, and only a slight movement of his pair of dark golden arms was enough to turn the terror of certain death for everyone into nothing!
This, this, this!
This is simply magic!

This is simply fantasy!

At this moment, Wang really couldn't imagine what this pair of dark golden arms were!
"Just a small spell?" Thinking of what Master Huaidan had just said, Wang Ye wanted to rush over and kick him a few times!
A little magic, huh? Not telling the truth, huh? Just trying to be mysterious, huh?
Wang Ye pursed his lips. If this was a little magic, he would rather believe that he was really picked up from the trash can by his parents!
His thoughts surged like raging waves, and Wang suddenly didn't want to talk or think anymore.

The thousand-year-old evil sect Quan Xing was passed down from Yang Zhu.

If you think about it carefully, it is hundreds of years older than the inheritance of Tianshi Mansion.

But most of the people in Quanxing are useless and have a generally recognized bad reputation. Therefore, when a normal person sees Quanxing, they will curse him - Quanxing monsters!
But now, Wang also felt from the bottom of his heart that all the monsters in Quanxing put together were not as monster as Huaidan Zhenren!
What a real demon!

Huh!
It's standing here alive!

Wang Ye rolled his eyes and glanced at Zhuge Qing, noticing that he was crying in pain!

Wang Ye was immediately stunned. Lao Qing's empathy ability was the best in the world!

but……

The turmoil in his heart subsided slightly, and Wang Ye looked at the demon... real person standing in the mess. He folded his arms, his eyes dark, and stretched out his perfect dark gold with boredom. He had to admit that there was undoubtedly a hint of loneliness on his face.

Looking at his peers all over the world, no one can compete with him!

This.

Isn’t it a kind of loneliness?
How is it not a kind of loneliness?
"Oh!" Wang Ye was filled with mixed emotions and suddenly sighed. He inexplicably understood Zhuge Qing's empathy!
Wang Ye had a lot of feelings. Ma Xianhong was shocked and hesitant. Was his observation just now an illusion?

Zhang Chulan, who was guarding Feng Baobao, looked at the slightly vague face with a look of longing on his face.

I really want to see the scenery that Brother Dan saw. How intoxicating would that be?

He also wanted to be able to help Dan Ge, instead of being protected by Dan Ge again and again. If one day, they could stand side by side...

Zhang Chulan suddenly laughed at himself. Brother Dan was a sage. How could he stand shoulder to shoulder with him?
Gritting his teeth, Zhang Chulan was definitely not a weakling. Recently, he had broken through two levels in a row. The Golden Light Spell had gone from the initial stage where it flowed like water waves to the stage where it protected the body like a golden film.

With such rapid growth, anyone who sees it will praise him as a rare talent!
And he also had a ten-year hiatus, which is even more exaggerated! He is simply a genius!

Moreover, Zhang Chulan's current cultivation level is already at a superior level compared to his peers in the alien world, and few people can be his opponent.

only……

Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing, and Ma Xianhong, each one of them is a genius. Even if Zhang Chulan did not have a ten-year gap, it would be impossible for him to suppress the three of them, let alone he has it?
Even the three of them, before today's situation, were lying on the ground with all their might, barely surviving with their breath.

So what about Dan?
Brother Dan is the one who can suppress and resolve this situation!
The gap between him and the other three was enormous, and the gap between the other three and Dan Ge was also enormous, so the gap between him and Dan Ge...

Just thinking about it, Zhang Chulan felt like he was about to stop breathing!

His temples bulged and his fingernails dug into the flesh!

So from then on, he kept watching Brother Dan face one incredibly powerful enemy after another, and he didn't even have the qualifications to cheer him on, because the aftermath of that power was enough to destroy him.

Do not!
This is not allowed!
Zhang Chulan was extremely unwilling!
The inexplicable ambition in my heart swelled up!

He is the one who will stand shoulder to shoulder with Dan Ge!

Of course, this may be an unrealistic wish!

But no matter what, he must get the qualification to look up at Brother Dan's back!

To get a ticket that can help Dan Ge!
He couldn't accept that he didn't even have the qualifications to cheer!

Not only does he have to cheer, but he also has to be able to lend a hand to Dan Ge!

Zhang Chulan was feeling excited, as if he could feel the surge in his heart. The Lao Nong Gong Qi ball in his dantian was also vibrating gently, as if responding to him.

……

"That's great, woooooo~~ It's so great to have Master Huaidan!"

Thinking of his daughter who was in school, tears welled up in Lao Meng's eyes. He took off his glasses and wiped them silently.

'Uh……'

Good guy, he just silenced the clarinet. Looking at the crying old Meng, the clarinet was speechless. Is Uncle Meng so emotional?
He glanced at the back of Master Huaidan and his dark golden arms that looked like a perfect creation, and his heart was filled with joy of survival.

No matter what, there is nothing wrong with what Lao Meng said.

It’s really great to have Master Huaidan!
……

Several people were in a state of confusion, and each felt a feeling from Zhang Huaidan that only they could understand.

The ground beneath my feet suddenly trembled slightly.

The source of the vibration was the ruins that buried Xiao Zizai!

'boom! '

It was as if a meteorite had fallen, and the gravel on the ground began to jump, and the dust also began to ripple slightly.

Everyone with different thoughts had their expressions slightly changed. Xiao Zizai, does he have any other killer moves?
He has been beaten into the ruins by Master Huaidan!
He released another terrifying blood palm print. Could it be that he is still not exhausted?

Several people looked in shock and confusion, staring at the yellow cloud composed of dust that was gradually dispersing in the ruins!
It seemed like just a moment, yet it seemed like years had passed. The yellow clouds dispersed, and everyone who was in doubt was horrified!

I saw a ball of red mist twisting and changing!
Sometimes it is like a violent storm, stirring endlessly, and that stirring tears the lake of the heart into pieces, thoughts run rampant and uncontrollable, and one is immersed in fear and cannot extricate oneself!

Sometimes, ferocious beasts would gather together and let out silent roars. The roars seemed to ring in everyone's hearts, making their hands and feet cold and their backs wet!
The red mist twisted, changed, and slowly shrank. In just a few blinks of an eye, the red mist became extremely sticky, making people doubt whether it was a real pool of blood?
The blood of millions of people gathered together!

The smell of blood was so strong that it could not be more intense. Everyone felt that with every breath they took, they swallowed a large amount of smelly blood!
There was a hint of murderous intent in the blood, which made the mind tremble and the heart lose control!

'vomit! '

Old Meng's mind was the most fragile. He had just experienced many ups and downs. Although he was not injured at all like Zhang Chulan, he felt like he was struck by lightning at this moment. He supported himself on the ground with his hands and even vomited out the overnight rice!

Black Tube rolled his eyes, thinking that he was going to be bombarded with double bombardment, but he didn't smell any disgusting odor of vomit at all. In his mouth and nose, and even in all the 48,000 pores on his body, there was only the strong smell of blood!
The clarinet is extremely terrifying!
For no reason, an unparalleled omen suddenly emerged in my heart!
Just like a giant Kun emerging from the sea, a terrifying mountain appeared on the sea level!

terror!
A great terror is about to come!

Wang Ye and the others were all horrified. What kind of monster was bred in that sticky, surging blood?

But before everyone could think about it!
Concentrating! Still concentrating! The blood continues to concentrate!
At some point, the blood had ceased to ripple and seemed to have become some kind of solid, faintly outlining the outline of a human figure!

This moment!

The bloody smell that filled his mouth and nose suddenly faded a lot, and the vague murderous aura seemed to soar straight up like a rocket!

murderous look!
Shake the fierce murderous aura deep in the soul!
It was like looking at a blood-red star, and the blood-red light was filled with the wails of all living beings!
Disaster!

Killer star!
Unlucky star!

Magic star!

"Ah!!!" Old Meng let out a scream, and under the erosion of this murderous aura, his eyes rolled back and he fainted!
so horrible!

His state of mind simply couldn't bear such horror!
However, no one paid attention to his appearance, and even the clarinet that was so close to him seemed to have neither heard nor seen him!
Under the gaze of a pair of trembling eyes, the blood completely solidified. Xiao Zizai was wearing scarlet armor, with only a pair of blood-red eyes exposed. On the armor, hideous and twisted thorns grew irregularly and yet in a very regular manner.

They are said to be irregular, some are curved, some are straight, and some are spiral.

The reason why we say they have rules is that these thorns all point in one direction - the sky!
Those waves of murderous aura that penetrated people's hearts!
That murderous aura seemed to overturn the world!
Spectator!
Everyone was shocked!
(End of this chapter)