The top left-behind stranger died suddenly, and the gap between him and the true saint could not be bridged. There seemed to be a natural chasm between the two that could not be crossed.
If the news of the death of such a powerful extraordinary being were released to the outside world, it would cause an earthquake.
However, in front of the king, his death was like a bird feather falling, silently and without ripples. Wang Yusheng seemed to have just done an insignificant thing.
On his halberd, the bright red blood dried quickly, burned to dryness, and ashes fell, as if there had never been such a person in this world.
The king was covered by the mist of chaos, turned around, and walked calmly but powerfully towards the depths of the Tattoo Palace.
Behind him, formation flags with thick fog were placed on some key ground lines and in some suspended copper palaces as he moved forward.
None of this caused any movement.
Wang Yusheng was advancing, holding a halberd in his right hand. He passed through many important areas of the Tattoo Palace, such as the Creation Medicine Garden, the warehouse of prohibited main materials, etc. He cast his gaze on them all.
A true saint invaded and did not storm the dojo directly. Breaking in without fireworks would be even more terrifying for the people in the Tattoo Palace. This would be a catastrophe.
The rare pool of supernatural power in the mythological lineage is like a bright lake, steaming with rare super matter. The king silently planted the formation flag here.
Not far away, there was a stranger meditating by a strange lake, swallowing mythical substances that were not common in genealogy. He had doubts and opened his eyes.
Then, he saw a familiar man standing in front of him silently, holding a halberd, looking down at him with incomparable majesty.
In an instant, his eyes widened in horror, his face full of fear and disbelief. He recognized it. This was Wang Yusheng who disappeared two centuries ago.
Back then, he was the strongest man with the most ferocious reputation among the aliens. He had also participated in encirclement and suppression campaigns, but now, why couldn't he move? He couldn't even resist.
Then, he saw a big hand fall and grasp his whole body. His memory and the light of his soul were quickly leaked out and controlled by the other party.
Then he felt that with a pop, the entire body exploded with true blood, staining the lakeside red. He was as fragile as an earthen pot. At the last moment, he discovered with trembling and despair that the figure who was walking away from the other party's spirit walked towards him.
In front of him, deprive him of his memory and life.
The king's real body was far away, but he just glanced at this place indifferently, which caused him, as a foreigner, to die without a trace of trouble.
"It's been two centuries, and you guys haven't made much progress." Wang Yusheng said to himself, not only talking about the dead strangers, but also about the Tattoo Palace.
He already knew that there were five strangers left behind. They were really skinny camels bigger than horses, far superior to many tyrannical groups in the outside world.
Moreover, this does not include the aliens who are patrolling outside.
At the same time, he also confirmed that there was one of the most important incarnations of the True Saint sitting in the Tattoo Palace, and he was in retreat in the chaotic fog at the deepest part of the back mountain.
The Tattoo Palace is very large, and some areas form a world of their own. For example, the place where Wang Yusheng is now is a boundless martial arts field on the red ground, including a sealed starry sky.
There are no mountains, no vegetation here, and it is very desolate. There are many meteorites in the sky, and the ground is full of pits. There is a giant many times larger than the majestic mountains, swinging a giant ax that covers half of the sky. The scene is extremely terrifying.
He seemed to be creating heaven and earth, cutting open the sky with one axe, streaking across the sky, and extinguishing large swaths of stars. His terrifying figure, and the gesture of covering the sky with just the blade of his ax, shocked people's hearts.
This is a stranger who is at his most powerful, with blood as strong as the ocean. He is practicing the magical power of opening the sky. He is indeed very powerful. The invisible aura makes the void distorted. The sky is densely packed with cracks everywhere.
He suddenly looked back and saw at a glance the king, who was walking silently in the deep sky. He was as majestic as him. When he saw the figure like dust, he couldn't help but feel palpitated and his pupils contracted.
His body was shaking uncontrollably, and his spirit was trembling. He was so brave that he couldn't resist. He was like a little deer, trembling when he encountered the beast king in the mountains.
He was angry. Every time he went to war, he was the vanguard.
, a fierce man of a generation, he was not sent to the bloody battlefield this time. He was very unhappy and was venting his anger.
Now that an inexplicable enemy appeared, he could not resist. He sang as hard as he could, his soul was burning, and finally he struck with anger. This was a full-scale explosion of his energy and spirit, and he was able to exert himself beyond his limits.
Getting rid of that cowardly state, the giant ax struck, splitting the sky and the entire void, the heaven and earth were being torn apart and about to explode!
However, he saw that the other party was cold and indifferent, as if he was swooping down on an ant. He casually stretched out a finger and pressed it against the terrifying giant ax that covered half of the sky, causing his battle ax that was many times heavier than the stars to shatter.
, causing his arms to break inch by inch and spreading to his whole body.
During this process, his mind went blank, and his spirit and the secrets in his heart flew out like running water. His soul was searched by the other party, and he understood everything.
The surrounding area was silent. At the moment of collapse, he suddenly discovered that the so-called sky was split open by him, and the cracks and shatters of time and space were stabilized.
There was no ripple here that spread to the outside world. Following the direction of the man's gaze, everything became quiet and returned to the same state as before.
"Wang Yusheng!" turned black before his eyes, and his soul was completely extinguished.
At the last moment before leaving, he saw the figure in the chaotic fog and knew the identity of the other party. He dissipated with a sense of powerlessness and fear.
One thing after another seems to be entering an uninhabited land, planting its own flags in some places from time to time, trying to subvert the money protection formation here, and is actually extremely familiar with the layout of the Tattoo Palace.
Later, the king found two people in the tattoo palace, his palms glowed, turned into soft ripples, wrapped them, and sent them away.
Wang Dao hid in the holy space and saw this scene clearly. He knew that he was the person who left the message to his father in the spiritual secret room.
There was actually not just one conspirator, but two.
The two people were very excited, but did not say much. They nodded, entered the space channel opened by the king, and left. They still had things to do, such as quietly receiving resources from outside the Tattoo Palace.
The king came to the depths of the Tattoo Palace Dojo. Even though he was very strong, he still felt the most important incarnation of the true saint here.
In fact, if the True Sage of the Tattoo Palace had not fallen into the deepest realization, he would not have recovered until now.
This time, his retreat was extremely important. He wanted to make a new breakthrough and immersed himself in the Taoist realm, but he was found in his home!
Of course, it is difficult for a true saint-level being to be attacked and killed. Even if he is in a special state of seclusion, he will be awakened at a critical moment.
Once they are in danger, even if they are in deep sleep, the True Saint will directly generate telepathy and fully wake up.
His mind returned from the depths of nothingness, and he opened his eyes suddenly. In the heavy fog in the back mountain, there seemed to be two chaotic thunders erupting.
Amidst the deafening "rumbling" sound, thousands of lakes and mountains with protective formations were shaking violently, and the stars in the sky were falling.
At this time, Wang Yusheng had already arrived in front of a magnificent palace deep in the Tattoo Palace, and took action on one of the most important prey.
This huge palace is located on the ancestral line, and the material atmosphere of creation is chlorine. It is obviously the private residence of important people, an exclusive dojo.
"Who is it?" Zhuo Fengdao opened his eyes suddenly, because the movement was a bit loud now, and the true saint deep in the back mountain was reviving.
He saw the man walking from the deep sky at a glance. The arrangements inside and outside the giant palace were useless, and all the magic circles were extinguished.
..... He was shocked and horrified to see this man again after two centuries.
In the past, he once led a crowd to hunt down the Royal Saint, but he failed every time, and he himself almost died tragically. He never expected that one day, the opponent would be so tough, and he would directly enter the forbidden area of the Tattoo Palace and hit the door directly.
This is simply like a dream. The target who was surrounded and suppressed back then was covered with wounds and fled to the outer universe. Now he is attacking the True Saint Dojo. It is too brave and terrifying!
Zhuo Fengdao didn't even have to think about it. The other party had become a true saint. Otherwise, how could he dare to do this?
Therefore, he had no temptation, no courage to block and resist, and directly activated and sat down
The most advanced teleportation array, trying to escape.
However, he found that the forbidden magic circle was useless and could not stop the good Gong Yusheng at the same level. The teleportation array was shining brightly, but he could not be sent away.
The halberd in the opponent's right hand did not swing, but was stuck on the ground. He opened his left hand and grabbed him, causing him to fly out of the supreme magic circle uncontrollably.
....Zhuo Fengdao wanted to roar, wanted to shout, but found that all the sounds were suppressed by faint ripples.
He wanted to scream mentally, but he couldn't. The other party didn't want him to speak or move, so he was like a puppet on strings.
He was also once an extremely strange person, famous in the Extraordinary Center World, and was considered one of the most famous and rare strange people in the world.
It's a pity that his path to becoming a true saint was cut off. He spent a lot of resources but was unable to take that step. After that, he gradually declined and was no longer recognized.
However, his strength is actually still very tyrannical. Although he is no longer among the top, he is not comparable to other strangers. He can still dominate the world.
But now, he is in despair. In front of his old rival, he is so overwhelmed that he has no way to resist.
At this time, there is only one word that can describe him, and that is clay doll. He cannot control his own destiny and can only be at the mercy of the other party.
"I was once an extremely strange person, a quasi-sage!" Zhuo Fengdao disheveled his hair and became angry. He roared in his heart. He was so unwilling and it was so humiliating to die like this.
He was desperate to burn the remaining supreme foundation. He was finally able to move with difficulty. His eyes were scarlet, his head was filled with anger, and he wanted to fight for his life.
"Wang Yusheng!" He roared, his whole body tensed up, and the defective prohibited items in his hands glowed, aiming at the opponent's eyebrows.
"Don't mess around, you can move only if I let you move, and you can speak only if I can make you speak. Otherwise, can you really break free?" The king said indifferently.
When his big hand glowed and covered downwards, Zhuo Fengdao suddenly felt as if the sky was falling and the earth was falling. His body was cracked, bleeding like a stream, and about to collapse.
Wang Yusheng's palms glowed, and he directly pulled away the defective prohibited item, so that the other party could not activate it, use it to fight, and turn it into a trophy for the Communist Party.
In the holy space, Wang Dao looked at everything outside and recognized at a glance that this was the old guy Zhuo Fengdao who had destroyed him in the late last century.
At the moment, the old guy can hardly move. He is like a scarecrow in front of his father, posing no threat at all, let alone resisting.
The king stared into Zhuo Fengdao's eyes with deep eyes.
Zhuo Fengdao's soul seemed to be frozen, his consciousness was in a daze, and he couldn't do anything on his own.
Wang Yusheng was searching for the whereabouts of his eldest son's royal bones, and he found that they were still there and had been collected as trophies by Zhuo Fengdao.
Obviously, what Zhuo Fengdao cares about is not the royal way, but Wang Yusheng. It is a bit perverted to depose the heirs of his old rivals, deprive them of their true bones, and keep them as souvenirs.
How terrifying is it for a true saint to take action? All of these are naturally completed before other extraordinary beings can react. It is just the birth and death of the light of the soul.
"Seeking death!" From the back mountain, in the chaotic fog, a cold and majestic voice came, shattering the void.
Until now, the true saint of Xiaocun Aomiya has been revived, and the time it takes to blink is far from enough.
Wang Yusheng carried Zhuo Fengdao and walked in the void. In this area, the magnificent palaces, suspended islands, magnificent mountains and rivers, etc., were all collapsing, shattering, and destroying.
The most important incarnation of the True Saint of the Tattoo Palace, in the chaotic fog, stretched out a palm and pointed directly towards here. In the void between the two True Saints, as well as in many important places, there were terrifying big cracks. Many areas
A large area of explosion!
"Put him down!" The True Saint's voice from the Tattoo Palace was bone-chilling, as if an endless wind and snow suddenly froze the sea of stars in the universe.
"Are you qualified to say such things to me?" In Wang Yusheng's left hand, half of Zhuo Fengdao's body exploded.
And the halberd in his right hand was swung out directly. The bright halberd blade cut through the sky, extinguished the stars, caused more parts of the Tattoo Palace to explode, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered, and the deep space was destroyed.