Chapter 171: The Power of Fate

Ji Xingjun looked at the incoming undead army, his heart filled with fighting spirit. Everyone was a battle team, who was afraid of whom? Who was worse than whom? Although Ji Xingjun's battle team was not the Demon Army guarding the Demon Beast Forest, they often fought outside.

Ji Xingjun was extremely confident in the combat effectiveness of his battle team.

Ji Xingjun waved his hand at Meng Su's army and shouted: "The enemy is in front, and behind is our home. We have no way back. Only by killing all the enemies can we protect our family. Kill."

The two thousand Ji family troops rushed toward Meng Su's undead army in a battle formation.

The two teams soon made contact, murderous aura filled the air, and flesh and blood flew. As soon as they made contact, the Ji family troops were slaughtered by more than a thousand people, and the undead army had no casualties.

Ji Xingjun overestimated his battle team. This level of battle team compared to Meng Su's undead army was simply a confrontation between a child and a giant.

The undead army had been fighting everywhere for thousands of years, and finally participated in the Great War between the Immortal and Demon Realms, being beheaded by the Immortal Venerable. This was what kind of combat power; how could it be compared to this battle team that had been formed for less than a hundred years?

All the Demon Generals of the undead army were in the mid-stage of the Demon Saint, and some were even in the late-stage or peak. Originally, their personal abilities were strong, plus they were very good at coordination, often seven or eight people in a small team, sharing Demon Power and supernatural abilities. Sometimes several small teams would act together.

The undead army spread out and gathered in the Ji family troops, like gymnastics, advancing and retreating with evidence, full of beauty.

The battle soon turned into a one-sided slaughter.

In just the time of a stick of incense, the two thousand Ji family troops were slaughtered, and Ji Xingjun faced the leader of the undead army. He only supported three rounds in the hands of the leader of the undead army before being beheaded by the leader of the undead army.

Ji Xingjun died in battle. The Ji family army was completely annihilated.

Only more than one hundred undead generals were injured, and they were rescued by Meng Su's Reincarnation Lotus.

No one died.

This record stunned Ji Wuming. Ji Wuming beat his chest and stomped his feet, roaring at the sky.

"Little bastard, I must use all the strength of my Ji family to smash you into ten thousand pieces," Ji Wuming roared.

"You have no chance. From today on, the Ji family will fall out of the ranks of the four major families. Don't count on the Yang family and the Left and Right Sects to come and save you. After I finish cleaning you up, the next will be the Yang family. You must die today," Meng Su said coldly.

Ji Wuming looked like a crazy tiger and rushed toward Meng Su. He was slashed in half by the undead army.

Ji Wuming actually didn't die. The Ji Wuming who was slashed into two pieces had golden light emitting from his whole body, and then his flesh and blood fused again. As the golden light lit up, Meng Su vaguely heard a sound of Sanskrit. A strange power appeared above the Ji family.

After Ji Wuming restored his flesh and blood, he roared at Meng Su: "Little bastard, dare to fight me alone."

Meng Su looked disgusted and was very repulsed by Ji Wuming's foul language.

Meng Su waved his hand at the undead army. The undead army slashed again. This slash already had Supreme Power, and Ji Wuming had no way to dodge, and was slashed into two pieces again.

Then the golden light rose again, and Ji Wuming was resurrected again.

Meng Su waved his hand again, and Ji Wuming was slashed into two pieces again.

When Ji Wuming condensed his flesh and blood again, he was obviously much thinner. This so-called resurrection also paid the price of the source.

After several blows, Ji Wuming finally became honest and said with grief and indignation: "You killed the Demon Child of my family, and now you have killed your way to my door. Has my Ji family ever offended you? Do you have to exterminate my Ji family to stop? I tell you, the foundation of my Ji family is not something you can contend with."

Meng Su said coldly to Ji Wuming: "Never offended? That dog-shit Demon Child of your family colluded with the Demon Child of the Mist Demon Sect to hunt me down for no reason, and also killed my confidante. This kind of hatred, how can it be offset by killing one Ji Wudao?"

After Meng Su finished speaking, his figure flashed, and he appeared in front of Ji Wuming, slapping Ji Wuming with one palm.

Ji Wuming laughed and said: "Little bastard, you have fallen for it. Today I want to let you know what is called the foundation of a family."

Ji Wuming suddenly put his hands together, and his whole body was covered in bursts of golden light. That strange power on Ji Wuming appeared again.

A giant golden palm print grew on Ji Wuming's head, and the palm print met Meng Su's palm.

Meng Su was beaten back several steps by this palm. Before he could stand firm, a bell rang, and Meng Su saw a bell composed of many golden characters descending from the sky.

This bell emitted bursts of suction, locking Meng Su on the spot, and then covered Meng Su in the bell.

The golden bell disappeared, and the runes that made up the golden bell melted into Meng Su's body. Meng Su felt his whole body tighten, but he didn't suffer any harm. These runes bound Meng Su's soul, and a strange force began to erode Meng Su's soul body.

Ji Wuming laughed wildly: "Little bastard, you have today too. I want to deprive you of your fate."

This was the first time Meng Su heard the word "fate." Combined with the supernatural ability Ji Wuming performed, Meng Su vaguely guessed the source of Ji Wuming's supernatural ability. This was not a supernatural ability of the Demon Realm, but should come from the Buddha World. During the Great War between the Immortal and Demon Realms, the Buddha World had sent great powers to participate in the extermination of the Demon Realm. Part of the inheritance was left in the Demon Realm.

Ji Wuming began to pinch the formula. This gesture communicated the energy of the Demon Realm. Then he muttered words in his mouth.

Meng Su was dumbfounded, watching Ji Wuming toss about. He couldn't understand what this bastard was doing.

Ji Wuming's fingers made a flower-pinching state, pointed at Meng Su, and said: "Fate."

Meng Su shivered, but didn't feel any discomfort.

The runes on the golden bell had originally bound Meng Su's soul body, and Meng Su's soul body had soul injuries. This soul injury alarmed Yan Dao's soul body. Yan Dao saw the golden runes bound to Meng Su's soul body, reached out and grabbed, broke the net formed by the runes, and then turned it into soul power, which was absorbed by Yan Dao.

Ji Wuming continued to pinch the formula. This time his fingers pinched out a virtual rushing gesture, then pointed at Meng Su and said: "Deprivation."

Meng Su still just shivered. He didn't feel any discomfort. But there was clearly a fluctuation of Primordial Qi in the air, and this fluctuation was also added to Meng Su's body, but Meng Su was just insensitive.

Ji Wuming pinched the formula again, then his fingers formed a ring buckle, pointed at Meng Su and said: "Fate Exchange."

The wind and clouds surged above the Ji family, and the strange power just now affected the laws of this place. Then that power turned into a giant golden hand and grabbed at Meng Su.

This was the Palm of Law, and Meng Su could not dodge. He watched helplessly as the hand passed through his body, then grabbed, but Meng Su didn't feel that he had lost anything.

That palm grabbed on Meng Su's body, and then the whole palm melted into Ji Wuming's body.

"Haha, how about my three strikes of fate? You little bastard are still young. If you had disrupted my rhythm halfway, you would still have a chance to be saved. Now everything about you, your opportunities, your fate trajectory, are all mine. Just wait to die. I want to grind you to dust."

Ji Wuming laughed wildly.

Meng Su looked coldly at Ji Wuming and said: "It sounds like you are very powerful, pretending to be a ghost. You also taste my Seven Injury Fist."

Ji Wuming operated his Demon Power, golden light wandered all over his body, and then Ji Wuming was shocked and said: "How could this be? My three strikes of fate are not yet proficient? Heaven, why do you treat me like this? I have already sacrificed all the Buddha blood, what else do you want me to do?"

Ji Wuming shed sad tears. This tear was not fear, but the regret of being deceived.

Meng Su hit Ji Wuming with a light palm. A Demon Eye appeared in the palm, and "Injury God" was emitted from the palm, Thought Power like a knife, strangling Ji Wuming's Divine Sense. Ji Wuming died.

Meng Su strikes a palm lightly toward Ji Wuming; a magic eye appears in his palm, and "Soul Injury" is emitted from the palm, with thought power acting like a blade to shred Ji Wuming's divine sense. Ji Wuming is dead.