After the scroll flew out, it rose up in the wind.
In an instant, a mysterious feeling enveloped the entire area. With the Black Wind Courtyard as the dividing line, the space inside seemed to be frozen, and everyone was frozen.
What power is this?
Nie Jianglong was shocked and wanted to look up, but he found that his body didn't obey his orders.
Through the corner of his eye, he saw the ferocious smile of Tianshu Xingjun, as well as the dull faces of others, and everyone's behavior was frozen.
It's over, Brother Wu has made a big fuss.
After the scroll reached a certain size, it stopped expanding. Instead, it turned into an unfinished landscape painting. Traces continued to appear on the scroll, as if someone was painting. What's even weirder is that what came out of this painting,
Begins to affect reality, rain, lightning.
Everything appeared out of nowhere, and everything rushed towards Wu Chong.
"Is this the power of the divine realm?"
Compared with the other people who were framed, Wu Chong actually raised his head.
Seeing this scene, Tianshu Xingjun across from him felt his heart skip a beat.
What is he going to do?
Then, in his horrified eyes, a lot of heat rose up from Wu Chong's body, and his whole body seemed to be boiling. His body of more than three meters high made a crackling sound, and he vaguely seemed to see a second layer of power.
Resurrected in this body.
Then Wu Chong, who was surrounded by the scroll, kicked his feet on the ground.
The square bricks that were stepped on immediately exploded.
Wu Chong flew up and slapped the scroll in mid-air.
Stonebreaker!
After a palm, all the attacks were stopped. The paintbrush in the sky seemed to be interrupted, and the scroll stopped. Wu Chong did not stop, and his palm turned into a claw in mid-air, and he grabbed the scroll.
In the center, push down with your claw and then pull.
There was only a "tearing" sound, just like the cloth being torn.
This picture scroll from a powerful person in the realm of the gods was torn up on the spot like a piece of waste paper.
‘Two level 97 human skins will solve the problem, it’s not enough.’
After tearing open the scroll, Wu Chong's blood boiled to a critical point.
The aura created by the 'fusion of three arts' he designed was revealed to the world with its domineering momentum for the first time.
What power is this?
The demon power in him is obviously so weak.
Tianshu Xingjun is puzzled.
But the next moment, he saw that the man in the sky had disappeared, and then a slap the size of a cattail fan hit his face.
I felt a flash of white light in front of my eyes, and then my head felt as if it had been kicked by a mammoth. I flew backwards and rolled around for seventeen or eighteen times before coming to a stop.
The scroll was destroyed?
Theosophy?!
Only by channeling the gods can one fight against the channeling of the gods. This is an iron rule.
But how could it be possible that besides the Emperor and Huang Quan, there would be a third powerful person in the realm of the gods.
"wrong."
The embarrassed Xingjun looked at Wu Chong and gradually realized that something was wrong.
This man's whole body is full of energy and blood, and his strength is unparalleled. He doesn't look like a powerful person in the realm of spiritual connection merging with heaven and earth. On the contrary, this boiling energy and blood is very much like the external martial arts warrior in his impression, but...
.
What a magical martial artist!
Have you ever seen such an exaggerated martial artist?
Staring at the opponent's inhuman height, Xingjun swallowed.
"Actually, I think we can discuss everything carefully..."
Next to him, Nie Jianglong looked blank.
Mr. Xingjun, you have lost your integrity!
What about your grandeur when you walked in? How could it be wiped out with just one slap?
"I will have the final say in Bailu City from now on. Bring this to your emperor, I believe he will agree."
Wu Chong once again stated his purpose.
Split the earth and become the king!
Live a safe little life.
His purpose from the beginning was very simple. It was the people from Tianjie who disrupted his plan. He hated the troubled times, and he was not disgusted with the Taiping Sect's behavior of dominating the world. He did this and never paid attention to the outside world.
When competing, I just want to live my own little life.
But heaven doesn't give you a chance.
In the eyes of heaven, all demon martial artists in the world have only two paths to choose from.
One person dies.
The second is surrender.
Wu Chong didn't want to die or surrender, so he took action.
Only by showing strength can you be qualified to talk.
It was impossible for him to fight to the death with the emperor in heaven. That was inconsistent with his original intention, so his idea from the beginning was very clear. It was to create a special city. In name, I am the territory of your Taiping Sect, but what about this place?
Planning, I have the final say.
"I will inform the emperor of your request."
The embarrassed Tianshu Xingjun stood up.
Although he looks miserable, this injury can be recovered in the blink of an eye.
After all, they are demons trained with polluted breath as their root, and their essence is the same as the old school's 'immortal leaders'. Unless Wu Chong deliberately kills them, even if they have missing arms and legs, they can recover quickly.
Tianshu Xingjun left.
Just like when I came, I left alone.
No one knew what he was thinking, and Wu Chong didn't let him eat.
It is the emperor of heaven who can really speak.
"Brother Wu, what state are you in right now?"
After Tianshu Xingjun left, Nie Jianglong, who had been holding back for a long time, finally couldn't help but ask.
He was still worried when he came over. If he had known that Wu Chong was so powerful, what would he have been worried about? He could just hug his thighs and be done with it.
"Just settle down and live your life."
Wu Chong thought of pollutants and night monsters. These spreading things are the real source of danger in this world. Compared with the battles between humans, they are really not worth it.
Is this still barely enough?
Nie Jianglong, who didn't understand what Wu Chong was thinking, was speechless.
After a brief chat with Nie Jianglong, he stood up and left.
'Hope everything goes well.'
After Nie Jianglong left, Wu Chong also left the yard. During this period, he had almost collected all the materials for making human skin. The expansion of the shadow has reached a certain stage. The most important thing now is to turn three. I hope that the emperor will not
It will take too long, otherwise he may not be able to see his people by then.
Three days later.
Wu Chong was eating breakfast at an old noodle stall on the street as usual.
After the storm, life slowly returned to calm, and ordinary people in Bailu City became as busy as before.
No matter how severe the storms outside are, they are far away to ordinary people. What they care most about is firewood, rice, oil and salt.
Life is so plain.
Wu Chong also understood this. Since he came to this world, he has been trying hard to live a stable and ordinary life. But the world is so chaotic that he has no chance to hide quietly and live quietly.
In troubled times, how can we get to the pure land?
This is also the reason why some people yearn for the Peach Blossom Spring.
Because it's too difficult.
And the tranquility enjoyed by relying on the mercy of others can be broken too easily. Wu Chong didn't like to leave his fate to others, so he decided to do it himself.
At least the current Bailu City is in line with what he expected.