nashuaworldcup Chapter 202: White Lotus Reappears
Chapter 202: White Lotus Reappears
On the other side, Wu Geng was flying in the air with a nimble figure, holding the powerful underworld cannon "Oro Wheel" tightly in his hand, with a determined light flashing in his eyes. He said in a deep voice: "The life weapon enters the soul, the Sun Wheel."
Instantly, a powerful force surged, and the Dark Cannon instantly entered the Sun Wheel Mode of the Life Instrument Entering the Soul. The cannon, shining with brilliant light, seemed to contain endless destructive power, and accurately fired at a Feather Horn God. The Feather Horn God reacted quickly, dodged the attack easily by moving sideways, and showed a disdainful expression on his face, snorting coldly, as if mocking Wu Geng's attack for being so weak.
However, Wu Geng smiled slightly, and that smile was full of confidence and calmness. Just when the Feather Horned God was feeling proud, the two Feather Horned Gods behind him were instantly hit. The powerful impact killed one of the Feather Horned Gods on the spot, and the other was seriously injured. The originally proud Feather Horned God looked at his dead and seriously injured companions behind him, his eyes widened, his face full of shock and anger.
He was furious, and quickly gathered a poison spear in his hand and threw it hard. The poison spear was like a black lightning, cutting through the sky, carrying a deadly threat. Wu Geng was not afraid at all, and instantly summoned the golden boxing gloves, which emitted a dazzling light, as if they were the weapons of the god of war. He punched hard, and the powerful force directly knocked the poison spear away.
Then, Wu Geng rushed towards the Feather Horned God like a brave cheetah. The Feather Horned God hastily gathered a shield to try to resist Wu Geng's attack. But Wu Geng's power was too strong, and the shield was instantly shattered under his iron fist. With one punch, the Feather Horned God's arms exploded into crystals. The Feather Horned God's face was full of despair and his heart was filled with fear. He turned around and wanted to run, trying to escape from this terrible enemy.
Wu Geng snorted coldly and said, "Humph, you want to escape? Wu Geng Iron Fist." He punched out again, and the powerful force submerged the Feather Horned God like a surging tide. In despair, the Feather Horned God fell.
Afterwards, Wu Geng quickly found the Feather Horned God who had survived. The Feather Horned God was lying on the ground, seriously injured, and looked at Wu Geng approaching with fear in his eyes, begging frantically for mercy.
Wu Geng had no expression on his face and said coldly: "Take my shot." The Hades Cannon fired again. The powerful impact instantly swallowed up the Feathered Horned God, and he died in an instant.
After Wu Geng dealt with these feathered gods, he looked up at the sky. He saw several more feathered gods coming from the sky. They all had ferocious faces and held spears tightly in their hands, ready to fight. Wu Geng was not afraid at all and prepared to fire a cannon at them. At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "Agou, are you having fun?"
Wu Geng was stunned, and a familiar yet strange feeling surged in his heart. Then, a dead spirit with corrosive power rushed towards Wu Geng swiftly, and Wu Geng nimbly dodged it. He looked at the direction where the dead spirit came from and asked in confusion: "What is this breath?"
Suddenly, a gloomy-looking man appeared. He had a handsome face but a feminine air. He was wearing a gorgeous dress that fluttered in the wind, making him mysterious like a ghost in the dark night. The man slowly said, "Agou, it's been a long time since we last met. This Saint King has always wanted you, so much so that you can neither live nor die!" The voice was so cold, as if it was a curse from hell, which made people shudder.
"Bai Lian, you bastard are really alive." Wu Geng glared at him and said loudly. The one who appeared in front of him was Bai Lian, one of the six great saint kings and now one of the eight great saint kings.
"That's right, it's me, the Saint King, who's here to seek revenge on you!" The White Lotus Saint King had a strange expression, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a sinister smile. His eyes were flashing with hatred, as if he wanted to devour Wu Geng.
"I've killed you once, and you want to kill me again?" Wu Geng pointed at Bai Lian with disdain on his face. His eyes were firm and fearless, as if he didn't care about the threat from the White Lotus Saint King at all.
"That's different, that's different." Saint White Lotus shook his head slightly, his tone full of pride and confidence. "I have obtained the ancient divine power given by the leader of the Divine Eye Clan, and my strength has increased three times. I spent five years refining and mastering this power, and my dead spirit energy has been completely renewed. Next, it is your death."
There was a strong sense of oppression in his voice, as if he had already seen Wu Geng's tragic end.
"Three times? Has my strength tripled in the past five years?" Wu Geng frowned slightly and fell into deep thought. In his heart, he secretly estimated the difference in strength between himself and the White Lotus Saint King, and thought about how to deal with it.
"That's enough, you stinky monkey, go to hell! Dead spirit energy, dead spirit blades!" The White Lotus Saint King roared angrily. His voice was as deafening as thunder, filled with endless anger and murderous intent. Then, countless dead spirit blades formed around the White Lotus Saint King. Those blades emitted a strange black light, as if they could cut through everything. They came towards Wu Geng like a violent storm, and wherever they passed, the air was cut, making a sharp whistling sound.
Wu Geng's eyes focused, and he quickly mobilized the colorless power in his body to condense a solid colorless wall in front of him. The dead spirit blade hit the shield, making a series of harsh sounds. But Wu Geng was not afraid at all, he knew that the battle with the White Lotus Saint King had just begun.
Seeing his attack blocked, Saint White Lotus showed a trace of anger on his face. He waved his hands, and the dead spirit surged again, transforming into a black giant python, which pounced on Wu Geng with its fangs and claws bared. Wu Geng snorted coldly, dodged the giant python's attack, and aimed the dark cannon in his hand at Saint White Lotus again.
"The life weapon enters the soul, Sun Wheel, break it!" Wu Geng roared, and the Dark Cannon fired a powerful light again, blasting towards the White Lotus Saint King. The White Lotus Saint King hurriedly dodged sideways, but was still hit by the light, and his gorgeous clothes were instantly scorched.
"Damn monkey, don't be so complacent!" The White Lotus Saint King was furious. He formed seals with his hands and muttered something. The surrounding dead spirits began to surge wildly, gradually forming a huge vortex. The vortex exuded a terrifying aura that seemed to be able to swallow everything.
Wu Geng felt this strong pressure, and his heart tightened. But he did not retreat, instead his eyes became more determined. He tightly grasped the Dark Cannon and the golden gloves, ready to meet the strongest attack from the White Lotus Saint King.
Wu Geng took a deep breath and stared intently at the constantly rotating vortex of undead energy.
He secretly mobilized all the divine power in his body, ready to give the White Lotus Saint King a fatal blow at the critical moment. At this time, the White Lotus Saint King also had a ferocious look on his face, controlling the vortex to approach Wu Geng at an extremely fast speed.