Conferred Gods: Master Tongtian is my master

Chapter 258 Zi Yu dies!

Then, Samantabhadra waved his hands and took back the Changhong Lock.

At the same time, he activated the initial stage of Daluo Jinxian's cultivation in his body, raised his finger slightly, and pointed directly at the sky.

As a spell was cast, the sky seemed to be torn apart, covered with dark clouds and flashes of lightning.

"Hmph, take my Jade Purity Divine Thunder move, and fall!"

As soon as Samantabhadra finished speaking, several thick lightning bolts appeared in the sky like dragons emerging from the sea, carrying the power to destroy the world and the heavens.

Each bolt of lightning contains the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, enough to turn ordinary cultivators into ashes.

Facing the overwhelming divine thunder, Luo Shu was not afraid at all. Instead, he curled up a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

He jumped lightly, and his figure shuttled through the air like a ghost.

The Purple Lightning and Green Frost Sword seemed to have life in Luo Shu's hand. The sword light weaved like a thread, transforming into layers of sword curtains that blocked the surging divine thunders one by one.

"It's just a trifle. How can I not know what you are capable of?"

Luo Shu's voice was cold and firm, and the Purple Lightning Green Frost Sword in his hand suddenly burst out with dazzling light.

The tip of the sword lightly touched the void, and suddenly, streams of purple electric currents intertwined with the green sword energy to form a gorgeous sword net, sweeping towards Puxian Zhenren.

Upon seeing this, Samantabhadra frowned slightly, then snorted coldly, and the power of the Daluo Golden Immortal in his body surged, once again attracting the power of heaven and earth.

I saw the surrounding spiritual energy gathering together madly to form a huge golden light column that shot straight into the sky.

"boom--!!!"

It collided with the purple electric current and green sword energy, causing a deafening roar.

Then, the two entered a white-hot stage again.

At this time, Mu Zha, who was watching the battle from a distance, raised his eyebrows slightly and kept looking at Zi Yu opposite him.

After thinking for a while, he walked up to his senior brother Yuan Hong and said slowly:

"Big Brother, judging from the battle situation, our Master has been suppressing the Immortal Samantabhadra of the Chan Sect. The winner has already been decided."

"Junior brother thinks that now is the right time to send Zi Yu on the opposite side to the list."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Hong looked at Zi Yu opposite him and thought for a moment. Then he nodded and agreed:

"Brother, what you said is absolutely right. If that's the case, then let's get started!"

Seeing Yuan Hong preparing to attack, Mu Zha stepped forward and said:

"Wait a minute! Senior Brother, Zi Yu is no match for me in the first place, and with his injuries still not healed, he is even less of a match for me."

"So, Big Brother, let me take him down alone!"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Hong smiled faintly. He patted Mu Zha's shoulder gently and said earnestly:

"Junior brother, don't be careless."

"Master often taught us that there are countless changes on the battlefield, and we must not underestimate the enemy just because they appear to be weak."

"Although Zi Yu's injuries have not healed, as a disciple of the Chan Sect, he has a profound background and may have some unknown means."

Upon hearing this, Mu Zha's brows slightly raised and a glimmer of understanding flashed in his eyes.

"Big Brother, what you mean is that you and I should join forces?" Mu Zha confirmed again.

Yuan Hong smiled slightly, nodded, and continued:

"That's right, Junior Brother. If you and I join forces, we can both end the battle quickly and avoid unnecessary damage. Why not do it?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Zha's eyes flashed with determination, and he responded without hesitation:

"I'll listen to you, Senior Brother. I'll do whatever you say!"

"Go, Junior Brother, kill Zi Yu before Master finishes the battle!"

Before he finished speaking, Yuan Hong had turned into a stream of light, holding a purple-gold Panlong stick. The sound of the dragon's roar was deafening, and he came straight towards Zi Yu with the power to destroy the world.

Seeing this, Mu Zha followed closely and attacked Zi Yu with the dragon-patterned stick.

As the dragon-patterned stick was waved, it brought up gusts of wind, echoing Yuan Hong's attack.

At the same time, Zi Yu, who was watching the battle with a serious expression, suddenly felt a dangerous breath coming from the side.

He turned his head and saw Yuan Hong and Mu Zha each holding a stick and swinging it at him.

Zi Yu's heart trembled, a hint of shock flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly took out the Wu Gou Sword.

The Wu Gou Sword came out in response, transforming into two dazzling sword beams, heading straight for the two deadly sticks.

"How dare you, you shameless bastard, launch a sneak attack!" Zi Yu shouted angrily, his voice full of indomitable spirit and anger.

"Qiang——!!!"

With a loud bang, the sword and the stick collided violently in the air, bursting out with dazzling light and deafening roar.

The air around seemed to be ignited, hot and violent.

Yuan Hong snorted coldly, and the purple-gold Panlong stick danced flexibly in his hand. Every swing contained the power to cause mountains to collapse and the earth to split.

He sneered with a smile on his face, and said sarcastically:

"How can there be a sneak attack on a battlefield? Chanjiao Ziyu, you are really naive."

"But it doesn't matter. You won't be naive anymore later."

Zi Yu's expression became even more serious when he heard this.

He knew very well that his master Samantabhadra was already busy with his own affairs and was unlikely to come to save him.

Therefore, he is isolated and helpless at the moment, but the pride in his heart does not allow him to give up easily.

Zi Yu tightly grasped the Wu Gou Sword, staring at Yuan Hong with a sharp gaze, and spoke in a firm and powerful tone:

"You are so arrogant, using your numbers to bully the few, and doing despicable things. Aren't you afraid of bringing discredit to Jiejiao?"

When Yuan Hong heard this, his expression did not change at all, as if Zi Yu's questioning was just wind on his ears.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a playful smile. He slowly raised the Purple Gold Panlong Stick, his eyes as sharp as a knife:

"Slander? Humph, that's ridiculous! Zi Yu, I have something to say to you: 'History is written by the victors.'"

"Besides, even if I really did bring discredit to Jiejiao, after I killed you, who would know? Who could prove it?"

Yuan Hong's words were like an icy blade, piercing Zi Yu's heart.

"History is written by the victors!"

Zi Yu sneered, his tone was full of sarcasm and determination, "Even if I die today, I will take someone with me!"

Before he finished speaking, Zi Yu moved, shooting out like an arrow, aiming directly at Mu Zha, whose cultivation was slightly weaker.

This action made both Yuan Hong and Mu Zha slightly stunned.

But then, a cold look flashed in Yuan Hong's eyes, and his figure flashed, appearing between Zi Yu and Mu Zha like a ghost, and swung the purple gold Panlong stick violently, directly attacking Zi Yu's vital points.

When Zi Yu saw this, he was startled and hurriedly used the Wu Gou Sword to resist.

The purple-gold Panlong stick suddenly accelerated, and with an unstoppable force, it slammed hard into Zi Yu's Wu Gou sword.

With a crisp "clang" sound, the Wu Gou sword was actually shaken away from Zi Yu's hand!

Zi Yu lost his balance and was knocked backwards by the huge impact force.

"puff--!!!"

Zi Yu fell to the ground, wounded even more, with blood gushing out of his mouth, staining his clothes red.

"Cough cough..."

Zi Yu coughed violently, and every breath seemed to tear his lungs apart.

At this time, Yuan Hong and Mu Zha flashed in front of Zi Yu and looked down at him.

"Zi Yu, you were defeated by my two brothers, but it is not an insult to you."

Zi Yu reluctantly raised his head and looked at Yuan Hong, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

He understood that he was powerless to change the situation. Then, he smiled softly, with a smile that showed both relief and reluctance.

"Big Brother is right. Farewell, Zi Yu of the Chan Sect!"

After saying that, Mu Zha hit Zi Yu with a stick, putting him on the list.

After Mu Zha's attack, Zi Yu's body stopped moving.