The black mist rolled down and dispersed silently on the ground, revealing a monk in gorgeous dark robes with dark eyes and long black hair hanging behind him, and his whole body was filled with darkness.
A dull breath.
Zhang Yu originally thought that the person coming was from Taoist Wan Ming's side, but judging from the other person's clothing and appearance, this person was probably a fellow Taoist who was stationed in Hunxiu that Li Mo had told him.
However, the relationship between this man and Li Mo is not very harmonious. The two people often have different opinions. Now the Hunxiu station has been occupied by Shuangzhou people. Li Mo and others have disappeared, but now this man suddenly appears here.
, can’t help but remind people of many things.
The monk looked him over and over, and suddenly said: "Is this Zhang Xuanzheng your honor?"
Zhang Yudao: "It's me."
The monk took a deep look and announced his name: "Ding Ming."
As soon as he finished speaking, strands of black air floated out from the robes on his body, steaming up and venting violently. Finally, they formed into a giant bird that was twenty feet tall and covered in ink, and opened its wings.
, there were sounds like wind howling in the wilderness.
This is his visualization picture "Dirty Morning". Its trumpet sound can confuse the mind and disturb the Qi mechanism, and the smoky breath surging outward can even pollute the mind and mana.
Zhang Yu's eyes flickered slightly, trying to identify his opponent.
However, this time, he found that the "Seal of Seer" had no way of knowing the other party's next move.
In such situations, either the other party has used magical powers to block or interfere with the Seal of Seer's observation, or the other party's existence has gone beyond the scope of Seer's observation.
However, there should be traces of the disruptive technique, but he didn't see any trace of it before him.
Then there is only one possibility left.
At this moment, he saw the big bird fluttering its wings and flying towards him with billowing smoke. He took a step forward and floated back. The corners of his robe began to flutter. The cicada in his hand chirped and the sword rang out, followed by a long, clear sound.
Covering up the roaring sound in the sky, the light flashed and leaped into the air towards Ding Ming.
The big bird saw the light in his heart, and tried to grab it with his huge claws. However, the sword light was quick and flexible, and he easily avoided it. Then it flashed like lightning, and it had already pierced into Ding Ming's chest, and passed through it all at once.
It penetrated there.
Ding Ming was pierced by a sword, and the huge destructive force nearly tore half of his body apart, but he remained calm as if nothing had happened. He stretched out his hand and touched the cracked ground with just a touch, and the billowing smoke filled it up, and the injuries there were instantly healed.
It's back to its original state again.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Yu had already confirmed his guess.
The reason why he couldn't see Ding Ming's next move with the Seal of Foreknowledge was because this person's actions were completely out of touch with the monks, and even out of the category of living beings. It was a bit exaggerated to say that he was a dead thing.
, but it is indeed just a false life.
He looked up at the huge bird in the sky. This visualization was the opponent's true form, and the humanoid body was just a cover placed outside to attract the enemy's attention.
This is a monk immersed in great chaos. Perhaps if he takes another step, he may become a chaotic monster.
At this time, he took a look around and found that in just a moment, the entire area within a few miles had been shrouded in pitch-black billowing smoke. Even the nearby temple was swallowed up. Only the area where he stood was
It's the only one with a different color.
Ding Ming stood deep in the smoke, looking at him coldly, as if waiting for him to be contaminated and swallowed by the filthy smoke.
His visualization map has almost no weaknesses in frontal combat. The only flaw is that it is not fast. However, if the opponent does not escape immediately, he will lose the opportunity. So far, no one has been able to escape.
This time will be no exception.
Zhang Yu stood under the haze at this moment, facing the approaching dark wind and black clouds. He waved his sleeves and robes, and his heart suddenly surged, and the jade mist swayed. He raised his head high, looked at his god, and shouted:
"Forbidden!"
The body of the big bird in the sky that was about to press towards him suddenly paused, as if frozen.
Zhang Yu walked toward the depths of the thick fog ahead and continued: "Imperial Expulsion!"
The body of the big bird vibrated, and with a roar, the whole body collapsed, seemingly accompanied by a burst of mournful wails, and then the endless haze and billowing filthy fog seemed to be swept away by a strong wind, and the clear skylight once again spilled out.
With the sleeves of Zhang Yu's robe fluttering, he walked close to Ding Ming and said to him: "Imperial seal!"
As the words fell, a ray of sword light passed through Ding Ming's body again. He involuntarily took two steps back. He suddenly felt the breath and blood flowing throughout his body, and all his mental energy disappeared without a trace.
At this moment, he seemed to have transformed into a mortal again.
He slowly stretched out his hand and covered his chest. After a while, he moved his palm away and looked at the bright red blood on it. He laughed. He looked up at Zhang Yu and said in a wistful tone: "Even if you defeat me, what will happen to you?"
So what, you still have no way to stop them..."
Zhang Yudao: "You mean the Shuangzhou people?"
"No, they are not from Shuangzhou," Ding Ming looked into the distance and said in a solemn voice: "Zhang Xuanzheng, do you know how long it took for the soldiers in the continent to compete with us?
Five years.
That is five years, maybe even shorter."
His tone became lower and lower.
"How long does it take to cultivate to a state like ours? It took me sixty years to cultivate to where I am now. Even if I am only one step away from Chapter 4, but so what? They just need to put on the
One or two armor robes can keep up with dozens of our efforts!"
He said sadly: "I heard that the most high-grade divine robes and black armor in Yujing are already comparable to those of high-ranking monks. So when everyone can wear these armor robes, they can easily surpass us by a hundred years."
After thousands of years of hard work, what’s the point of us cultivating Taoism then? What’s the point!”
Zhang Yu looked at him and said quietly: "You have lost your Taoist heart."
Ding Ming looked at him and said: "Yes, you are right, because I have no hope of winning."
Zhang Yu said quietly: "Is that why you took refuge with the Shuangzhou people?"
Ding Ming's mood was filled with excitement at this time, and he growled: "Otherwise? Do you know? Because they have a skill that allows Chaos monsters to maintain a certain degree of humanity. If I can do it,
Then everyone can use this method to achieve transcendence! Unfortunately, you stopped me! You interrupted everything!"
He looked at Zhang Yu and suddenly laughed, "But I pity you, because you will see that day, the day when the cultivators will completely decline..."
As these words fell, his figure gradually turned from real to ethereal, and finally turned into a ball of scattered smoke, which was blown away by a passing breeze.
At this time, Zhang Yu finally understood. This man had witnessed the rapid progress of the Divine Robe Xuanjia in the process of cultivating Taoism, and felt deeply afraid of it, and thus denied himself. Of course, it is also possible that he is approaching here.
Because of the great chaos, the mind is prone to become fragile.
He didn't refute Ding Ming's remarks from beginning to end, because he didn't have to explain anything to a self-doubting person who couldn't tolerate much and couldn't see too far.
This person thought that what he saw was the whole world, but he didn't know that the world was far wider than he thought.
When a cultivator contends with heaven and earth, wouldn't it be more difficult and dangerous than this?
As for this person, let alone face this situation head-on, he doesn't even have the courage to take a look. Even though he has a lot of cultivation, inside, he may not be as good as an ordinary person with a firm will and hope.
He glanced at the empty land on all sides, swung his sleeves, and suddenly a green rainbow shot into the sky.
At this moment, on the other side, the Gaohu Army gathered all the manpower they could find, and then set off from the large settlement of the Yiga people and flew toward the mountains in the distance.
Two summer hours later, hundreds of crystal jade giants landed on a peripheral mountain. In front of them, the sky and the earth were full of traces of collisions of divine power.
There are roaring thunders in the sky, rushing floods in the valleys, lava from the crater spraying into the sky, and billowing smoke and dust covering the sky for a long time. From time to time, one of the mountains collapses, churning with the trees and rivers. This is called
It's a doomsday scene.
They could see, just above, an old man holding a scepter waving, his armor reflecting golden light in the dark clouds. He was surrounded by silver-armored divine servants, and there were gods and goddesses further away.
At this moment, they were facing off against countless giant cavemen glowing red in the mountains and on the ground.
Gao Hujun pretended to admire: "What a spectacular scene." Then he sneered, "But that's it." Just when he was about to give an order, he suddenly turned around to look.
Not far away from them, they saw a tall figure walking out of the mist. His figure changed from blurry to clear. This was a tall and strong alien god. He had golden-copper skin and painted lower eyelids.
He wears deep eye shadow, is covered with soft white fabric, and holds a long golden staff in his hand. Every step he takes will inevitably produce a spiritual vibration, and wherever he walks, various flowers, plants and trees grow.
come out.
He looked at Gao Hujun and said seriously: "Foreign gods, this is not the place for you to come."
Gao Hujun looked at him and said, "Then what are you going to do?"
This alien god slowly raised the long staff in his hand, then held it with both hands and slammed it on the ground. The staff fell exactly on the central axis between his eyebrows and his body. This seemed to be some kind of etiquette. He slowly raised his head and looked,
He solemnly said: "Foreign gods, I, the follower of God Mota, Saisha, the god of earth and life, challenge you. I will have an honorable battle with you. If you lose, I hope you will take your
Godborn, get out of here."
Gao Hujun's blood-red eyes flashed. He turned his head and said to Lan Sima in Tianxia dialect: "I'm not interested in playing a game of catch and kill with him. Let's resolve it as soon as possible and don't let him get in the way."