PFC Chapter 420: Being Hunted by Daozu
Chapter 420: Being Hunted by Daozu
The difference between the Taoist Ancestor and the Taoist Lord is just the word "behead"!
"It's too awful."
The fish king has transmitted the message with excitement: "Ancestor Yu has appeared, Ancestor Eclipse has appeared, get ready."
"We're just here to watch the fun."
"Yes, so Sun Yingzi's grandson will definitely show up."
The Fish King would hide himself, and Zhang Song would hide himself even more, as if the two had never appeared.
Two Taoist masters from the Confucian and Taoist world actually came out to hunt him down, ready to completely kill Taoist Master Ku Wu.
"Found it, found it. I would recognize him even if he turned into ashes. He even pretended to be a scholar. Ugh, so disgusting."
After the reminder from the Fish King, he indeed saw on a warship, there was a middle-aged scholar with pockmarks all over his face, who was at the level of Spirit Transformation, and was squeezing in the back, looking around curiously.
An immortal-level treasure ship, led by a True Lord.
I don’t know the true strength of this master, but he definitely can’t withstand a blow from me.
"That True Lord has a fishhook on his body, we can't touch him."
"Die!" The True Lord suddenly waved his hand and punched the pockmarked scholar.
Zhang Song glanced at the Fish King beside him. This True Lord spoke in a stiff and difficult voice, pretending to be heroic, and his tone was exactly the same as that of the old woman.
Then, Zhenjun’s eyes were filled with fear, and his body flew sideways, dragged away by an invisible thin thread.
Sun Yingzi turned around, not surprised at all, but with a mocking tone, looking at the other students on the boat as if they were livestock: "A bunch of guys who can't see their own strength, they deserve to die."
"Wang Ying, hand over your Wang family's copy of the Qingxin Jue, and I will let you go."
"Gu Hong, your Gu family killed 17 candidates from my Sun family. I'm going to feed you to the dogs. Is that not too much?"
Sun Yingzi stood with his hands behind his back, revealing his true form. His sinister eyes made everyone feel uneasy.
"Greetings, Saint. I am the direct descendant of the Wu family. Please let me go for the sake of my ancestors."
"Grandfather, I am also from the Sun family. I am your sixth-generation grandson, Sun Gaoxun."
Sun Yingzi raised his hand with a look of regret as he crushed his sixth-generation grandson into pulp.
"Sun family? Which Sun family? The one that kicked me out of the family tree?"
A huge Zhangju beast appeared behind him, swept its claws across, rolled up the students and swallowed them.
"Stop!" Zhang Song took a step forward, narrowed his eyes, and directly activated the fourth-level scriptures, revealing a cold winter scene that wrapped Sun Yingzi in it.
"Puff!" The old woman was ready and rushed in immediately, and a red light smashed down.
The two Taoist masters were unintentional and put all their efforts into their actions.
Before Zhang Song could even do anything, Sun Yingzi's body had already become stiff, his mouth opened, and blood gushed out.
"Stop!" Zhang Song unfolded the summer map, and wind and rain fell, leaving Sun Yingzi no chance to recover.
The two Dao Ancestors ambushed a Dao Lord, which immediately attracted countless eyes.
However, most of the eyes were directed at Zhang Song, full of malice.
In the distance, thousands of fish hooks made of light immediately fell from the void.
Zhang Song's breath disappeared and his body fled into the distance.
"Buzz!" Zhang Song's body suddenly staggered, part of his body turned into blood, he stood unsteadily, and a burnt smell rose from his body.
Zhang Song clasped his hands together and a golden Buddha fire rose from his body, and he recovered instantly.
But in an instant his skin began to rot, pieces of it fell to the ground and turned into yellow water.
"The four seasons in my body change, forming a world of its own. This method has no effect on me."
Zhang Song's body continued to recover and he left quickly. He was targeted by two Daozus, the other one of whom looked like the Daozu Fu Ri from the chaotic world.
"Haha, little guy, don't go." A wooden boat floated in front, holding a black bamboo pole in the palm of his hand.
"Ancestor Yu, you are so shameless that you are not afraid of the calamity of life and death coming directly."
"Haha, my friend, don't leave in a hurry, let's sit down, have a cup of tea and have a good chat."
Zhang Song summoned Wenmiao Temple, rushed in, and instantly appeared in the chaotic world.
Then his body flashed and returned to the void.
As time went by, he had several more auras on his body, and eyeballs appeared one after another on the left side of his body, turning around curiously.
A piece of Daoist Master Yu Yun's body rotted away. He smiled and said, "You are a little clever, but it's useless."
He became more and more convinced that as long as he devoured the body of the First Martial Dao Master, the injuries in his body would be healed and he would not have to hide anymore.
"Raise the rod!"
Zhang Song suddenly found that his body was covered with fishing lines. His body flew backwards, and he could even see the excitement in Daoist Master Yu Yun's eyes.
"One palm, life or death!"
Zhang Song exploded completely, his martial arts burned, and the acupoints in his body exploded at the same time, like a nuclear bomb, gathering on his palm.
"I..." Yu Yun's face changed drastically and fear rose in his heart.
He opened his mouth and spit out a small golden tower to block in front of him.
Rumble!
This is Yu Yun’s natal Taoist weapon, which suppresses luck and was once a treasure in the world.
Zhang Song's golden palm showed no fear at all. After chopping twice, he directly threw out the Luobao Money, grabbed it and threw it into the Immortal Palace, then turned around and left.
"Don't even think about leaving."
Yu Yun was moving faster, and the flying boat hit him several times.
"Perfect body, good, good." Looking at Zhang Song's golden arm, Yu Yun was a little surprised, but more furious. His natal bronze tower had inexplicably lost contact.
The half-crippled Master of Withered Martial Arts was fighting with the Master of Undying Martial Arts. When he saw Zhang Song being chased by Yu Yun, he was shocked and said, "Brother, you are still strong enough."
"Yu Zu, you are chasing me, I will fight back, I will really fight back."
"Okay, fight back."
Daoist Ancestor Yu Yun suddenly found that his body was withering rapidly, and a sense of death was spreading throughout his body.
"The morality of life and death is catching up with me. It's quite interesting. However, this will to die is not thorough enough and firm enough. It can only scare children."
After three hours, Zhang Song stopped. His body was in tatters and he shook his arms vigorously a few times.
The eyeballs on his arms burst one after another, but soon recovered.
There was a large amount of thunder and lightning above his head, which was constantly condensing and was extremely terrifying.
"Thunder Avenue, that's not enough."
Patriarch Yu Yun stopped and, not detecting the aura of other Taoist ancestors, a smile appeared on his lips.
The prey can't run anymore, and all that's left is time to start enjoying yourself.
Zhang Song also laughed, "Yu Yun, your doom is coming, but you are still so proud of yourself. No wonder you are being beaten and hiding from others."
"beat!"
This time, Zhang Song condensed the Thunder Emperor, grabbed the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, and attacked at close range.
"So close to the end of the world!"
Yu Yun's boat was lying there, but no matter how close Zhang Song got, there was still a fixed distance between them.
The fishing rod shook violently, and Zhang Song's body was almost torn apart.
This kind of attack cannot be avoided, just like a fish being pressed on a water table, where the fish can only allow the chef to scrape off the scales and remove the dirt bit by bit.