Rebirth of the Great Desolation: The opening system is stuck

Peacock was not in a hurry, and used all the magical powers he had learned. Chu Wudao was not stingy, and gave comments one by one.

Peacock's time in Zhaoyao Mountain is not short, and his current cultivation level is not high in Zhaoyao Mountain. He followed Chu Wudao's advice, consolidated every realm, and used every kind of magical power no less than ten thousand times.

Therefore, although Peacock's cultivation base is not high, he is relatively proficient in all kinds of supernatural powers and spells, and he can perform them with ease.

After fighting for a long time, Peacock's immortal energy was completely consumed, and he lay on the ground as if tired and paralyzed, without the strength to fight again.

"Except for the near cultivation, everything is fine!" Chu Wudao clapped his hands and pulled the peacock up.

"Shanzhu, you are trying to exhaust me to death!"

"Where is this? I haven't exerted my strength yet!" Chu Wudao said angrily.

"What kind of person are you? If you attack with all your strength, will the little one still be alive?" Peacock lay on the ground, panting.

With a wave of Chu Wudao's sleeve, the peacock fell aside and turned to look at the South China Sea Demon Boy: "South China Sea Demon Boy, don't you want to try?"

"Please enlighten me."

The Demon Boy of the South China Sea practiced the "Supreme Infinite Sutra of Inverting Yin and Yang". This technique is both good and evil, but its power cannot be underestimated.

Jufu Beast and Peacock are big monsters under Chu Wudao's helmet, and Chu Wudao knows everything about him, but South Sea Demon Boy is not.

Since he joined Zhaoyao Mountain, he has never shown his supernatural powers in front of Chu Wudao, so Chu Wudao dare not be careless towards the devil boy of Shangnanhai.

"Each each other!"

As Chu Wudao's voice fell, Nanhai Demon Boy's body was full of phantoms, and instantly turned into six figures. These six figures were the same as himself, except that the magic weapon in his hand was different.

Six avatars, some hold a flute in their hands and play it by their mouths; some hold a pipa in their arms and shoot it; Some were holding copper pots, and the spout of the pots sprayed out fairy light, covering their figures; the last one was holding a handful of copper soybeans in his hand, and his eyes were shining with cold light, looking at Chu Wudao.

Before Chu Wudao could react, the golden light on the soles of the feet of the six clones shone, and they cast the supernatural power of vertical golden light, spreading around Chu Wudao.

"Lord of the mountain, please!"

The six avatars make sounds at the same time, and it is impossible to tell which is the real body and which is the avatar!

As the voice of the six avatars fell, the flute played and the pipa also began to play. The invisible sound waves attacked, like sharp knives, cutting the space around Chu Wudao.

The sound wave is mixed with the soul attack, which makes people hard to guard against, but for Chu Wudao, it is of little effect. Even if he suppresses his cultivation base in the realm of Xuanxian at this moment, the soul attack of the South China Sea Demon Boy can't do anything. disturb his soul.

The figure of the South Sea Devil Boy in fairy clothes flickered, and there was no treasure in his hand, but he was always wandering around Chu Wudao.

In the hands of one of the avatars, the treasured umbrella continuously rotated, bursting out a beam of light that resembled a sharp sword. The beam of light fell into the air and hit the ground, making a deafening explosion.

The celestial light emitted from the copper pot turned into a dense mist after leaving the copper pot, covering dozens of kilometers in the blink of an eye.

With the spray of fairy light from the copper pot, the shadows of the six avatars have been lost in the mist.

Outside the mist, the peacock watched the battlefield with the eyes of the peacock. At the beginning, he could see six or seven figures, but as time went on, he couldn't see anything.

As for Jufu, he scratched his head and scratched his head, even with his eyes full of power, he couldn't see any clues!

In the battlefield, Chu Wudao stood in place without moving. His eyes flickered, his whole body was full of divine light, his fists were clenched tightly, and he never took the initiative to attack.

The sonic attack from the flute and pipa has little meaning to him, and the treasure umbrella can't affect him either. What he needs to pay attention to now is the killer avatar wearing fairy clothes.

The six avatars of the Devil Boy of the South China Sea kept testing Chu Wudao, either converging the attacks of the treasure umbrella at the same place, or turning the sonic attacks into sharp blades, and bursting at Chu Wudao.

Facing these attacks, Chu Wudao, who suppressed his cultivation, had no choice but to defend himself.

Either with a punch or a kick, his figure never moved.

About half a stick of incense, there was a rustling sound in the mist, and strange humanoid creatures were approaching Chu Wudao.

Or a hunched old woman, or an old man with a cane, or a child about three feet tall, or a burly man, or a beautiful woman, or a broken arm or a leg.

There are hundreds of people, all of which are in strange shapes, gathering towards Chu Wudao from all directions.

"You are the first one on Zhaoyao Mountain to be able to use the Bean Sprinkler to this level!" Chu Wudao couldn't help but praise.

"Mountain Lord, let's see how my move works!" Countless voices came from all directions, or the voices of children, or the voices of middle-aged men, or the voices of women, or the voices of old women.

Hoarse, masculine, immature, crisp and many other voices blend together in one place, which is indescribably terrifying and weird!

"Boy, accept your life!"

"You heartless man, give me back my life!"

"Daddy, I want mother!"

"Son, you are so cruel!"

For a moment, the voices of ghosts crying and wolves crying, crying for father and mother, under the strange sound of the flute, invaded Chu Wudao's spirit.

Chu Wudao remained motionless, with a divine light emitting from his head, and was about to attack, but at this moment, the man who approached Chu Wudao first suddenly revealed a tragic and strange look, and then burst suddenly, For a while, the sky was filled with blood mist.

As the man blew himself up, the surrounding old women, children, and old men exploded one after another.

The living beings exploded at the same time. Although he knew that these were evolved by the magical power of the South Sea Devil Boy, Chu Wudao still felt a little uncomfortable, and his brows furrowed unconsciously.

Before Chu Wudao could react, those shattered limbs, broken arms, and pieces of meat began to squirm on the ground, as bloody as bloody, as tragic as it wanted.

"Humph!"

Chu Wudao let out a cold snort, waved his sleeves, and instantly formed a tornado all over his body, blowing away all the blood stains and broken limbs and arms around him.

"Devil Boy of the South China Sea, these are useless to me."

"Let's wait and see, Lord Mountain!"

As countless voices fell, vines grew around Chu Wudao. The vines were blood-red and swelled against the wind. They danced towards Chu Wudao with their teeth and claws open.