The tyrannical power-charging process of Saint Lingxiao came to an abrupt end.
Then, under everyone's astonished gaze, his cheeks were deeply sunken, and his body turned into a swift shadow, flying straight down diagonally, and hit the rocks in the distance with a "bang" sound.
There was a loud noise.
On top of the cliff, it suddenly fell into a deathly silence, and even a pin dropping to the ground could be heard clearly.
Including Zhong Wuyan, all the elders of the Holy Land who still had consciousness were dumbfounded and couldn't believe their eyes at all.
Saint Lingxiao, the spiritual pillar of the entire "Lingxiao Holy Land", one of the seven most powerful practitioners in the world, a great being who stood high above, like a god, and who could only be looked up to, was knocked down to the ground.
Although no one saw the process of Zhong Wen taking action, Saint Lingxiao's body lying on the ground clearly declared an undeniable fact.
The saint was beaten!
The man of white light succeeded with one blow and turned to face Zhong Wen with a toothy smile, unable to conceal the pride in his heart.
Did I really beat up the saint?
Even Zhong Wen himself, who directed the white light man to take action, couldn't help but feel as if he was in a dream when he saw the saint being beaten away.
"How many years."
Saint Lingxiao, who had fallen to the ground, suddenly floated up and stood opposite Zhong Wen again. He let out a heartfelt sigh, "I can't even remember the last time I was beaten."
Even after lying on the ground for a while, the yellow gown on his body was still clean and spotless, which seemed very unscientific.
Is it really impossible to defeat a saint with this punch?
Zhong Wen felt a headache when he looked at Saint Lingxiao, who looked normal and showed no signs of injury.
Wait, this "Zhong Wen" can use my spiritual skills!
A flash of light flashed through his mind, like lightning in the darkness, lighting up the entire night sky.
Fuck him!
The corners of Zhong Wen's mouth raised slightly, revealing a hint of a bad smile.
After receiving the order, the man of white light rushed towards Saint Lingxiao again. His right hand turned into a fist and hit the opponent's chest directly. His movements seemed to be swift and violent, but he did not make any sound.
"boom!"
Saint Lingxiao didn't notice anything. He received a solid palm from the white light man on his chest. His slender body drew a graceful arc in the air and fell to the ground again. For a while, dust flew up and sand and stones flew everywhere.
"This this……"
Zhong Wuyan and Ji Weizhu looked at each other, and they could see the shock in each other's eyes that could not be hidden.
If it was a bit unbelievable that Saint Lingxiao fell for the first time, then seeing the saint's disgraced and embarrassed appearance again, everyone finally no longer doubted, and they were convinced that this one of the strongest beings in the world, the spirit of the entire Holy Land of Lingxiao
The pillar was knocked down by Zhong Wen.
Although they still couldn't see clearly what methods Zhong Wen used.
"Where did this freak come from?" Elder Guo had such a big mouth that his chin almost dropped to the ground. "He is not even twenty years old, right? He is a saint!"
"I, did I drink too much last night and haven't woken up yet?" Elder Wen shook his head hard, stretched out two fingers, and pinched Elder Guo's arm hard.
"What the hell! Mr. Wen, why are you pinching me?" Elder Guo grinned in pain and glared at him.
"Does it really hurt?" Elder Wen murmured, "Am I not dreaming? Was the saint really knocked down by a young boy?"
"If you want to know if you are dreaming, pinch yourself!" Elder Guo was speechless. "What's the use of pinching me?"
"Pinch yourself, wouldn't it be very painful if you didn't dream?" Elder Wen shook his head.
"What the hell..." Elder Guo was furious and speechless, and punched him.
"Don't worry, have you thought of a question?" Elder Wen suddenly said seriously, "This guy is Wu Yan's nephew."
"So what?" Elder Guo asked puzzledly.
"If he hadn't died here today, from now on, wouldn't the Zhong family have a great figure who can compete with the saint?" Elder Wen patted him heavily on the shoulder, "This is about to rise!"
"When you said that..." Elder Guo was instantly brought into the opponent's rhythm, completely forgetting about the hatred of pinching his arm.
"With such a thick thigh, if you don't pick it up early, you won't be able to get a place later!" Elder Wen continued to talk, plausibly, "Qi Xuan is good at using swords. I recently explored ancient ruins and got a divine sword, named Call 'Curry Stick' and I'll send it to Wuyan tomorrow."
"Curry stick? What a strange name." Elder Guo complained instinctively, then fell silent in thought.
Should I give Elder Zhong Wuyan some "Bai Yun Xian Tea"?
His eyes were rolling, and there were thousands of thoughts in his mind.
"Giving gifts is just a temporary sentiment. This is Xiaodaoer." An elder beside him who had never spoken a word suddenly said, "I see that Elder Zhong's female apprentice is in the prime of youth. Not only is she beautiful, but I heard that He is also very talented in cultivation. He once won the first place in a competition among young disciples. Tomorrow I will ask my boy to come to propose marriage. Once we are married, how can the benefits be compared with gifts?"
"Old Li, you have a wonderful idea." Elder Wen couldn't help but rolled his eyes and said sarcastically, "That boy of yours, who came last in the competition, is he worthy of Xiaozhu's marriage? Please teach him to pee himself and look in the mirror."
"Wen Laoer, what the hell do you mean?" The elder named Li was furious.
"That's what I mean, that good-for-nothing of yours is not even worthy of carrying Xiaozhu's shoes!" Elder Wen didn't give in, "You might as well marry one of my boys!"
"Okay! It turns out that you, old devil, are deliberately trying to rob me. You really think I'm easy to bully!" Elder Li cursed loudly and stretched out his hand to strike. The two of them almost staged a full-on martial arts show.
While several elders of the Holy Land were making noise, Saint Lingxiao on the ground had risen into the air again and was standing opposite Zhong Wen. He was about to speak, but his expression suddenly changed and he let out a soft cry of "Huh".
He felt that the spiritual power in his Dantian suddenly rioted, and surged out of the body uncontrollably, weakening, melting, and dissipating in the air.
It turns out that the palm of the white light man actually used the "Spirit-Transforming Divine Palm" made famous by one of the five ancient sages, the "Star Sea Walker".
"What a magical spiritual skill." Saint Lingxiao let out a sigh, flicked his right palm at his Dantian, and casually suppressed the riot of spiritual power in his body, "Not only is it formless, but it can also dissolve the energy in others' bodies.
I don’t know how you have mastered your spiritual power to such an extent at such a young age. In terms of talent alone, I’m afraid no one in this world can surpass you.”
"The saint is ridiculously praised." Zhong Wen replied in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, but a turbulent wave surged in his heart.
The always-unfavorable "Spirit-Transforming Divine Palm" failed to work on Saint Lingxiao.
"Although this spiritual skill of yours is hidden, it's just not powerful enough." Saint Lingxiao smiled slightly, "It can't cause much harm to me."
When Zhong Wen heard this, a wry smile appeared on his face, knowing that this saint who had experienced hundreds of battles could see through the flaws of the white light man at a glance.
The reason why this "Zhong Wen" with his whole body shining with white light was able to attack Saint Lingxiao was because the other party could not see him or sense his aura.
However, the attack power of the Light Man is not much stronger than that of Zhong Wen himself. The lethality of the Taoist Spirit Master level is like scratching an itch for the supreme power who has reached the realm of a saint and is on another level entirely.
Generally, it is completely impossible to break through the opponent's defense.
Of course, he can let the white light man hold a magical weapon like the "Thousand Killing Sword", but in this case, the scene in the eyes of Saint Lingxiao will be an unmanned sword flying in the air alone, and there will be no more
Concealment is negligible.
This is like King Lanling being led by Ming Shiyin. He has lost his inherent advantage and has no chance of hitting the saint.
"But at your age, being able to achieve this step is an achievement that is unimaginable for the world." Sage Lingxiao said again, "I am very curious about where your limit is. Try this move from me again.
stop!"
After that, he lightly waved his right hand forward, and dozens or hundreds of golden lights instantly appeared in the air behind him. Each surface exuded a breathtaking and terrifying power, making people feel frightened at just one glance.
The soul is scattered.
Damn it!
Seeing the terrifying golden light all over the sky, Zhong Wen's expression changed and he secretly cried out.
Even if he advanced to Dao Lingzun, he still could not move freely in the saint's "domain" and could only rely on the powerful recovery ability of the white light man for defense.
And with the body area of a white light man, it is obvious that he cannot withstand such dense golden light of spiritual power that fills the sky and the earth.
He also clearly felt that once he was hit by the golden light, he would never be lucky.
Stop him!
In desperation, Zhong Wen panicked and sent out thoughts to the white light man.
"go!"
However, Saint Lingxiao's move didn't seem to require accumulating energy. He just shouted softly in his mouth, and hundreds of golden lights behind him seemed to have received instructions, overwhelmingly shooting towards Zhong Wen from all directions. The power was so strong
, the speed was far beyond comparison with any opponent Zhong Wen had encountered before.
Oh my god! Pills!
Looking at the golden light of spiritual power coming from all directions, Zhong Wen felt a bitter taste in his mouth, and a sense of powerlessness surged into his heart. For a moment, he couldn't think of a way to deal with it.
Seeing that he was about to be shot into a hornet's nest and go to the other side of the world again, the white light man between the saint and Zhong Wen took action again.
His body trembled slightly, and his whole body suddenly began to expand, expand, and expand again. His body size continued to grow rapidly, and he turned into a giant of light that towered over the sky and looked like Pangu, completely blocking Zhong Wen.
"Puff puff……"
Dozens of hundreds of golden lights fell on the giant of light without exception, and each impact severely shattered part of his body.
However, the giant's broken body quickly recovered, and despite the pain, he never let any golden light pass over him and attack Zhong Wen.
It can actually get bigger!
Bajie, is that you?
Looking at the giant ray of light that was riddled with holes by the golden light and kept resurrecting tenaciously, Zhong Wen suddenly felt a little moist in his eyes.
For the first time in his life, he was actually moved by his own spiritual skills.
However, not long after the moved emotion lasted, he suddenly realized that the spiritual power in his body was drying up.
Ever since he practiced the Five-Yuan Divine Art and absorbed a large number of spiritual crystal cores left behind by the five ancient sages, Zhong Wen has never experienced the feeling of spiritual depletion again.
With an extremely strong foundation of spiritual power, the "One Qi Immortality Art" that is good at recovery, and the "Five Yuan Divine Art" that incorporates the "Spirit Devouring Heaven Art", he can continuously absorb the spiritual energy in the air for his own use. Zhong Wen
When fighting with others, I always feel that the spiritual power in my body is inexhaustible and inexhaustible, as if there is no limit.
At this time, the white light man used several secret arts with him at the same time, and transformed into a giant to resist the fierce offensive of the Lingxiao Saint. He continued to break, recover, break, and recover again, and finally exhausted Zhong Wen's spiritual power.
Far beyond recovery speed.
Seeing that the spiritual power in his body was getting less and less, and gradually reaching the point where the oil was exhausted, Zhong Wen was unable to move at all. Even if he wanted to take out the "Great Spiritual Pill" to replenish his spiritual power, he couldn't do it at all.
The embarrassment and pain in my heart is really difficult to express to others.
Am I actually going to be sucked dry by a man?
Just when he was thinking wildly and was at a loss to do anything, Saint Lingxiao's golden light attack finally came to an end.
The two of them faced each other from afar, you looked at me and I looked at you, but neither of them spoke.
Zhong Wen's face turned pale, his chest rose and fell slightly, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, his heart was still frightened, and he secretly screamed that he was in danger.
He had a vague feeling that if the saint's golden light attack continued for a few more breaths, the spiritual power in his body would be exhausted, and the light giant blocking his eyes would be unable to maintain its shape due to the loss of spiritual power supply.
"You are very good." After a while, Saint Lingxiao suddenly said, "With such strength, you are qualified to communicate with me on an equal footing."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Wen felt that the invisible force that had imprisoned him disappeared instantly, and he regained his ability to move again.
"You're welcome, you're welcome." He smiled and stretched, but secretly he did not relax his guard. Instead, he used the "Five Yuan Magic" to the limit, desperately absorbing the spiritual power in the air, trying to return to peak condition as soon as possible.
"Don't worry, I won't attack you again."
As if he had read through his mind, Saint Lingxiao smiled slightly and said gently, "Come with me!"
After saying that, he waved his sleeves, turned around, took a step, and instantly appeared in the distance.
The hesitation in Zhong Wen's eyes flashed away, and the dragon shadow flashed under his feet, appearing next to Saint Ling Xiao almost at the same time. The speed was so fast that there was still an afterimage of "Zhong Wen" where he was originally.
"Good form!"
Seeing that Zhong Wen was able to keep up with his own speed, Saint Ling Xiao gave him a high look and praised him.
The two of them spread out their body skills, got close in an instant, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.
"He actually blocked the power of the saint!"
Elder Guo stared closely at the direction in which the two people left and murmured to himself. He felt that his long-held three views had been completely subverted, and the image of a saint no longer seemed so out of reach.
Elder Wen rolled his eyes, with a flattering smile on his face, and slowly walked towards Zhong Wuyan...?
This chapter has been completed!