Chapter nine hundred and sixty fifth difficult battle
"No, the strength has been suppressed too much. In the current state, it may not be realistic to win over that kid!" Guan Shao's face was gloomy, and he was constantly making calculations in his mind.
Looking at Daxuan who was already caught in the flames of war below, his eyes became colder and colder.
"It seems that the only way to kill this world is to massacre it. The death of a large number of creatures will definitely destroy the rules of its operation. As long as there are problems with its operation, my suppressed strength can be released!"
Thinking of this, the murderous intention in Guan Shao's heart began to boil.
As luck would have it, there happened to be a team of origin world natives not far from Guan Shao. With full murderous intent, Guan Shao rushed towards that team.
As if sensing the terrifying aura above, the leader of the team raised his head in shock...
It's Yang Nu!
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On the other side, after leaving the imperial capital, Zhan Wuji pushed his speed to the extreme. In a short time, he arrived at the Hundred Thousand Mountains. However, when he saw the current situation at the Hundred Thousand Mountains, Rao was as calm as him.
I also felt a deep shock.
The originally large stretches of mountains had disappeared. A huge pit appeared where the tree spirits once existed. The surrounding terrain had all turned into sand and gravel, and all the vegetation had disappeared.
The most important thing is that the tree spirit that was originally in the deepest part of the Hundred Thousand Mountains has also disappeared.
Here, only a few powerful auras are left.
One belonged to the tree spirit, one belonged to the boy who was in front of the tree spirit before, and the other... was very unfamiliar, but so powerful that even he was a little scared.
"In the end what happened?"
Zhan Wuji's heart was filled with doubts. He slowly stepped forward and walked into the deep pit. It was obvious that Wei Zong lying at the bottom of the pit fell into his eyes.
Wei Zong's body was in tatters, and even his breathing was very weak.
"Is he dead? No, there is still one breath left." Zhan Wuji took a general look at Wei Zong's situation, shook his head and said, "However, after suffering such a serious injury, even if he still has breath, he won't survive for long.
Already."
Feeling that Wei Zong was dead, Zhan Wuji slowly moved his eyes away from Wei Zong and looked in another direction. That was the direction where the tree spirit was originally guarding. At this time, the tree spirit disappeared, and the rear area he was responsible for guarding was also exposed.
come out.
What was a little different from what Zhan Wuji imagined was that the space there fluctuated slightly, which was a little different from other places.
From the slightly fluctuating space, an unusual aura was vaguely revealed. After taking a breath of this aura, Zhan Wuji felt that his realm that had been silent for many years was slowly loosening, like a pool of stagnant water in the realm of the God of War.
The force even begins to become active.
"They really didn't lie to me, this Origin Qi is indeed effective!"
Zhan Wuji's eyes lit up and he walked towards the fluctuating space without hesitation. If he guessed wrong, the heart of origin energy should be in another space.
However, just as he raised his feet, a low and hoarse voice slowly sounded behind him.
"If I were you, I wouldn't go there!"
Hearing this voice, Zhan Wuji froze. He slowly turned around and looked in the direction from which the voice came.
I saw Wei Zong getting up from the ground at some point and standing with difficulty holding his sword.
"What do you mean?" Zhan Wuji frowned.
After Wei Zong took a few deep breaths, he said to Zhan Wuji: "Origin Qi is very important, but for you, not only will it not be a boost to your cultivation, but it will become a deadly poison and hasten your death.
"
What Wei Zong said is not a lie. People in this world do not have strong physical strength. If they forcibly absorb the source energy, there will be no other consequences except that the body will explode and die.
However, Zhan Wuji did not take Wei Zong's true words to heart.
He sneered twice and said, "Are you bluffing me? Do you think I will believe your lies?"
Wei Zong shook his head: "If you don't believe it, forget it, but I won't let you pass!"
"Why do you want to stop me?" Zhan Wuji looked Wei Zong up and down with disdain and said mockingly: "You can't even stand up now, why do you want to stop me?"
"Just rely on the sword in my hand!" Wei Zong pulled out the Ming Yuan stuck in the ground and slowly stood up straight. Then, he placed the Ming Yuan across his chest and said lightly: "If you are not afraid of death, come here
Try it!"
"How brave!" Seeing this scene, Zhan Wuji's sneer on his face became even worse: "Since you are so eager to die, then I will help you!"
As he spoke, a terrifying red light flickered on his body, and even the heaven and earth were rendered red.
boom!
A terrifying aura appeared directly in front of Wei Zong, and then a palm filled with red light struck Wei Zong. Wei Zong quickly raised the sword in his hand, and the sharp sword energy enveloped the sword god, and this
A palm collision.
next moment!
With a bang, Wei Zong retreated violently, leaving two long cracks on the ground, and smoke billowed.
At this moment, the red light on Zhan Wuji's body flashed again, and he caught up with Wei Zong at a terrifying speed, and struck him with another palm. Zhan Wuji had no mercy and was about to kill Wei Zong directly under his palm.
Boom!
The red light between the sky and the earth condensed crazily, with waves of terrifying fluctuations, and even the air was torn apart.
"Go to hell!"
Accompanied by Zhan Wuji's sinister smile, this palm actually hit Wei Zong. However, Wei Zong was not idle either. He also stabbed out with a sword, with a harsh scream, and the terrifying sword energy also tore apart.
Zhan Wuji's body.
puff!
puff!
The two of them also vomited blood and retreated violently, but the difference was that Zhan Wuji only took a few steps back to stabilize his figure. But Wei Zong, after taking a few steps back, spurted out a mouthful of blood and collapsed directly to the ground.
He leaned on Ming Yuan in front of him to steady himself.
"Humph, trade your wounds with me, can you afford it?" Wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, Zhan Wuji looked at Wei Zong and sneered: "I can still let you stab me with four or five swords, but you
What? If you take one more slap from me, you will die!"
Wei Zong spit out a mouthful of bloody spit, slowly raised his head, and said in a cold voice: "You can try it!"
Along with his voice, a terrifying sword energy slowly emerged from his body.
Empty killing sword!
This is the unique skill of the Taichu Sword Master in his previous life, the first sword of the Seven Killing Swords!
Wei Zong had only used it once in the Cang Qing Realm before. After so many years, the Kongwu Killing Sword appeared again!
The moment the sword energy appeared, Zhan Wuji felt chills all over his body. It was the all-round coldness, from the physical body to the trembling of the soul. The terrifying chill poured in, making him feel as if he was about to be frozen.
However, the chill disappeared the next moment.
The reason is that this sword energy comes and goes quickly.
Wei Zong suddenly withdrew the Kongwu Killing Sword, and a strange look appeared on his face.