The huge fire dragon, ###, enveloped Wang Simiao. ww╲w㊣ (⊙o⊙)...A loud noise was accompanied by smoke and dust in the sky, steaming up in the field, the earth shook violently, and turtles appeared on the ground.
There were cracks, and the air was filled with the scorched smell of burning vegetation.
"It's amazing!"
The monk standing behind Wang Tanzhi couldn't help but let out an exclamation. Although everyone knew that Wang Tanzhi's cultivation level had reached the realm of infant transformation, but Qingqing was also a well-known monk in the inner realm. They never thought that the other party was here.
In front of Wang Tanzhi, he couldn't even resist a single move.
Wang Tanzhi looked at the smoke and dust flying in the sky, feeling satisfied and a sneer flashing at the corner of his mouth.
The reason why he took action alone today was actually largely because he wanted to frighten the monks who had their own evil intentions by interrogating. He knew in his heart that no matter how strong he was in normal times, he would not have the real impact at this time.
In his opinion, interrogation is just a stepping stone to consolidate his position. As for the Bishui Hantan and the Guanghan Palace? Those are not within the scope of his consideration, because the dead cannot tell the news!
The smoke and dust slowly dissipated, and a huge deep pit appeared on the ground. The pit was surrounded by cracked rubble left by the violent impact.
But what surprised everyone was that when the smoke cleared, the imagined scene did not appear. A cold man in black robes was standing quietly in the pit, and behind the man, Wenqing and Wang Simiao were safe and sound.
He opened his mouth and looked at the man in black robe stupidly!
"No, no name?"
Seeing the person coming clearly, Grandma Jinhua exclaimed, obviously recognizing this ruthless dark horse that broke through the siege in the soul battle!
With his long hair flying and black silk strands dancing, Wuming stood in the pit with an indifferent expression. There was no expression on his face, but his long palms tightly held an unsheathed black sword.
A hint of solemnity appeared on Wang Tanzhi's face. He knew best what kind of power the immortal magic he had just cast had. It could be said that in order to kill Qingqing in one fell swoop, he had exerted almost 2% of his power.
With a hundred strength, the opponent not only took it easily, but also didn’t feel any difficulty at all. So what is the opponent’s cultivation level?
Cold sweat ### fell from his forehead, Wang Tanzhi's eyes turned rapidly, and he tried hard to think of countermeasures.
"No, Wuming?" Wang Simiao looked at the thin Wuming stupidly, with a look of shock on his face.
"Go to the entrance of the cave and give it to me here!" Wuming was as indifferent as ever, but the indifference at this time gave people an extremely oppressive feeling, making it impossible for people to feel any resistance.
Wenqing looked at Wuming, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she was getting to know him all over again, and huge waves arose in her heart.
"You, can you do it by yourself?" Wang Simiao seemed a little worried, but Qing Qing stopped him, stretched out his hand to pull his clothes, and motioned the two of them to do as he said!
"Fellow Taoist Wuming, are you sure you want to go through this muddy water?" Wang Tanzhi was startled, then put on an elegant look and smiled at Wuming.
"..." Wuming looked at Wang Tanzhi quietly, with no intention of speaking, but the black sword held tightly in both hands already expressed what he was thinking.
"You have to know that there is only one result for going against us. Have you ever thought about it?" Seeing Wuming ignoring him, Wang Tanzhi remained silent for a while and continued to speak.
As he remembered his words, dozens of souls ### around him stepped forward and stood with him. At the same time, more than a dozen monks behind him also stepped forward slowly, hoping to scare away Wuming with their numbers!
"..." Wuming remained silent, unmoved at all.
"Fellow Daoist Wuming, I'll give you a few seconds to think about it. If you still decide to be our enemy, don't blame Wang for being ruthless!"
When he said this, Wang Tanzhi's eyes flashed with fierceness, and a cruel and sinister smile flashed at the corner of his mouth. His whole aura changed, and a faint fire glowed around him.
The air was filled with a dignified smell. Wenqing and Wang Simiao looked at Wuming nervously, their hearts in their throats.
"You're such an inkblot!"
Wuming, who has always cherished words like gold, really maintained his amazing personality. When he said "You are really ink", not only were all the monks stunned, but the whole person turned into a black shadow and flew straight towards Wang Tanzhi.
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"Kill him!" The voice was almost squeezed out of his throat. Wang Tanzhi roared ferociously, and the monks and dozens of souls around him flew towards Wuming.
The figure is swimming, spiritual energy is surging, and divine rainbows, carrying vast energy, are forming various colors in the air, making loud noises.
Wuming looked indifferent, holding the sword in one hand. A hazy sword light around his body was mixed with bursts of spiritual energy, like a flying fairy from the sky. His sword skills were so fierce that the light and shadow dancing with the sword formed an airtight sword network in the air.
All spiritual energy that collided with the sword net turned into a mass of nothingness and dissipated in the air.
"What kind of spiritual energy is this?" Feeling the heavy pressure coming from the sword shadow, Granny Jinhua asked the man holding the long bow in a hoarse voice, but the man shook his head and said in a deep voice.
"I don't know, but just looking at the strong power in the sword light, you can tell that this power is definitely not the power we have known in the past!"
As he spoke, the man kept moving his hands and shot out dozens of green auras in an instant, heading straight towards Wuming!
Wuming was surrounded by layers of divine radiance, his expression remained unchanged, and he dispersed the flying aura powder. But the strange thing was that from beginning to end, he never took out the black sword in his hand from its scabbard.
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"Wu, Wu Ming, okay, so powerful!" Wang Simiao stood guard at the entrance of the cave, dumbfounded. He couldn't believe it anyway, Wu Ming, who had been waiting to die, could be so strong.
"Yeah!" He hummed softly, and Qingqing remained silent. He was just thinking about a question in his mind. With Wuming's cultivation, there was absolutely no need to mix with himself and others, but he chose Chen Feng.
Wait, why is this?
"Ouch!" A roar came from the field. A soul in the Dan Formation stage was accidentally shrouded in the nameless sword light, and was instantly turned into powder by countless sword shadows.
"Fellow Daoist Wang, the opponent is too powerful, our attacks can't hurt him at all!"
After fighting for a while, Grandma Jinhua became more and more frightened as she fought, and she already had the intention of retreating in her heart, because in a short period of time, two of the monks around her had died under the nameless sword, and seven or eight souls had been killed by the nameless powerful sword light.
It was chopped into nothingness and dissipated in the air.
"Everyone, stop hiding your secrets and work together to contain him. Wait for me to use the formation to trap him to death in the formation!"
Wang Tanzhi looked solemn, roared, and moved away from the battle group. At the same time, he turned his hands and several small flags appeared in his palms!
"good!"
Granny Jinhua screamed strangely, her bloated body turned, and a small, crystal clear red flower appeared in her hand.
The little flower appeared, the fragrance overflowed, and red threads flew out from the flower. After a while, the red threads gathered more and more, and soon they turned into faceless heads with bloody flesh, opening their sharp mouths, and moving towards them crazily.
Flying away without a name.
"Arrow through the clouds!" The man holding the bow lifted one foot and flew up into the air. The green long bow in his hand grew several times in size in an instant, exuding dazzling light under the sunlight.
I saw the man's clothes flying and his long hair fluttering. He pulled open the bow string with force. An infinite suction force suddenly appeared on the bow string. Then a green spiritual energy vortex appeared near the bow string. Countless spiritual energy around him surged towards the vortex. In an instant,
In the meantime, a green spiritual energy arrow several meters in size suddenly appeared on the man's long bow!
"Shoot!" The man let out a dull roar, and the surrounding air shook violently. The whole earth shook violently. The long arrow in his hand made a rumbling sound as it shot towards Wuming###.
At the same time, all the monks took action one after another, all kinds of spiritual energy floated in front of them, and powerful immortal spells that could destroy the heaven and earth were all blasted into the unknown.
The energy in the air has reached an unprecedented level, and even the entire earth seems to be unable to withstand the strong pressure in the air, making a muffled sound and huge cracks appearing.
Wuming, standing in the field, looked intently at the various immortal spells approaching ###, with a rare look of solemnity on his face. After all, he is a human, not a god. With so much powerful energy, even he must
Treat with caution.
Thinking of this, Wuming's eyes flashed with determination, and he stretched out his hand and pulled out the long black sword that had never been unsheathed.
As soon as the long sword was drawn out, a dazzling red light shot up into the sky, and the endless killing intent was like a summons from hell. In an instant, the flowers, plants and trees for miles around seemed to have lost all moisture and became extremely dry.
"What, what is this?" Wang Tanzhi's hands flew away, and several small flags spun in front of him. Spiritual thoughts followed his forehead and flowed into the small flags, but when he saw
After Wuming's movement, he suddenly stopped what he was doing.
"Okay, so scary. I feel that my vitality seems to be declining!" A monk who was closest to Wuming yelled. Before Wuming could take action, he instantly aged by more than ten years, and his eyes were filled with tears.
A look of disbelief.
"Death!" Holding the long sword in his hand, Wuming seemed to be a different person. His long hair ### turned into blood red, as if stained by blood, and his eyes also changed from the original black to
With no eyeballs and a scarlet color, the whole person looks like a demon from hell.
All the immortal spells arrived in the blink of an eye, and the earth shook more and more violently under the pressure of all the immortal spells. However, Wuming, who had not seen any action, suddenly, a strange smile flashed at the corner of his mouth, and then he waved his long sword, and a blast
The blood mist turned into a boundless sea of blood, covering the surrounding area for several miles in an instant, and a scream suddenly sounded in the red mist.
"Okay, so scary!" Wang Simiao looked at everything in front of him in astonishment, his mind going blank.
The red mist dissipated very quickly and only lasted for a few seconds. But when the red mist dissipated, only withered trees and a dozen white bones were left on the earth...
