"Oh, it turns out that the gap between us, Miss Zhao and Miss Su is still so big!" Although they survived ten moves, everyone did not feel excited, but seemed a little downcast. All this came from Zhao Xueling's final failure.
With that sword of theirs, the Kunshui flooded the mountains and rivers like a tide. In front of that sword, everyone felt their own insignificance.
I thought they had made great progress. I thought that under their joint formation, the gap between them and strong men like Zhao Xueling and Su Ruoyu was already close. Unexpectedly, reality dealt them a heavy blow once again.
"Xue Ling is a first-rate super genius of Guan Shanxing. With that sword strike just now, not even a peerless expert at the Golden Elixir Stage or the Heavenly Stage would dare to plunder his sword lightly." Su Ruoyu saw.
They looked dejected and said, "You were able to withstand ten moves with 50% of our strength. This is already a very good result. Judging from the power of the formation you just displayed, you already have two
By dividing Shen Yun, eighteen people join forces and have the power to compete with ordinary mid- to late-level Heaven-level experts. As long as you work in this direction, when you can bring the Small Tiangang Formation to its extreme, you can defeat the peerless experts who have completed the Heaven-level.
It’s not difficult, so you don’t have to be discouraged.”
"Papa"
Han Jiaxu clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Miss Su is right, everyone should not focus on the failure, but on the progress we have made. In just five days, we went from being defeated in one move to being defeated in eleven moves.
This is already an incredible achievement. As long as we practice diligently, we will eventually be able to reach the step required by the boss..."
"Flatterer!" Chen Mingchi interrupted him in a nonchalant manner. When Han Jiaxu glared at him and rolled up his sleeves to settle a score with him, Chen Mingchi suddenly shouted: "Brothers are of the same mind!"
"It's sharp enough to cut through gold!"
"Brothers working together can cut through metal!"
This is an inspiring slogan, and they have learned and practiced it this way. As soon as Chen Mingchi shouted the first sentence, everyone followed suit and shouted the second sentence.
And everyone knows that Han Jiaxu and Chen Mingchi have the same relationship as Di Xiaoqiang and Peng Sen. They usually seem like enemies, but in battle, they are truly inseparable comrades. Just take these few days.
When it comes to practicing the Small Tiangang Formation, these two guys were the first to succeed in aura.
The reason why this kind of horn-top situation occurs is unknown to the people on the Earth Headquarters of Longwu Academy, but the students on Long Douxing’s side know it very well. It’s all because of Yi Ailan. I remember when Fatty Chen fell in love with
Elan, the class beauty of Class 2, dragged Han Jiaxu, who was still shy at the time, to pass the call to Class 2 all day long. However, in the end, Elan did not look at the fat guy, but she fell in love with the fat guy and would blush shyly when talking to girls.
Han Jiaxu, this made Fatty Chen feel so embarrassed that he was sent to his grandma's house.
"This is my biggest failure in my career in picking up girls. It is simply an insult to my skills in picking up girls!" Chen Mingchi, a classmate, often talked about this incident and often said these two words with emotion on certain occasions.
"boom"
At this moment, there was a loud noise, and a terrifying pressure rolled over like a torrent.
Everyone was shocked and looked up, only to see a huge hole suddenly opened in the icy sky in front of them, and a huge head was slowly protruding from the hole.
"Oh my god, what kind of monster is this?"
"What a terrifying smell!"
Seeing this scene, everyone's expressions changed drastically.
"Humble ants, you are indeed hiding here!" The giant spoke, his ghostly eyes sweeping over everyone, a ferocious smile on his face. As he spoke, the giant suddenly disappeared on the other side, and appeared in the next moment.
High in the sky above everyone's heads, the terrifying pressure crashed down, and everyone felt suffocated; the pressure penetrated people's hearts, making them want to worship.
"Witch God, Serit?" A calm and abnormally calm voice sounded, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of everyone, facing the terrifying giant in the sky, "Pretend to be a ghost and show your true body!"
The person who came was none other than Ye Wenlong. As soon as he finished speaking, a majestic coercion burst out from his body. A golden light shot out from the center of his eyebrows and instantly turned into a hundred-foot giant fist, slamming towards the giant.
"Soul attack? You're looking for death!"
The giant sneered, and his body shape transformed. A tall purple-robed man appeared in the air. Facing the golden light giant fist blasted by Ye Wen Long Yuanshen, his body shape transformed into a black thousand-foot giant finger that smashed through the void and smashed through the void.
Ye Wenlong's giant fists collided with each other.
"Boom"
With a shocking loud noise, the thousand-foot-long giant fingers and the Yuanshen giant fist bounced back at the same time. The majestic spiritual power exploded where the fist fingers collided, and a large area of the raging ice and wind space collapsed.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
The giant fist and giant fingers in the air were knocked dozens of miles away. The giant fist turned into the shadow of Ye Wenlong, and the giant fingers turned into a purple-robed man. The two stood in the air, hundreds of miles apart, and the icy wind raged in the air.
Scratching it on them is like scraping it into nowhere.
However, the man in purple robe looked at Ye Wenlong opposite, his eyes full of disbelief: "How is it possible? Your martial arts cultivation has definitely not broken through to the second level. How is it possible that you have condensed your soul?"
Ye Wenlong said calmly: "There are many things you don't know, not just this one? Are you the witch god Serit?"
The purple-robed man snorted coldly: "It's me, boy. Is this Saint's Holy Imperial City destroyed by you and others?"
Ye Wenlong stood with his hands behind his back, his sharp gaze directed towards the Witch God, and he said proudly: "So what? Serit, your ambition is not small, but it is impossible for you to succeed. I will give you a chance to hand over that
Use this space artifact to close all plane transfer channels, otherwise you will be punished by heaven."
"Ha ha……"
The Witch God burst into laughter, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. He pointed at Ye Wenlong and said disdainfully: "You must be a cultivator. From your body, I feel a trace of the breath of a dragon. It should be
You have cultivated to the realm of Yuanli, but so what, with a cultivation level that has not even condensed Ying Yuan, even if you have the luck to cultivate Yuan Shen, your physical body is still vulnerable. Just you, you dare to compete with the great Ben
What the saint said about the punishment of heaven is simply ridiculous."
Ye Wenlong smiled calmly and said: "Really? It's a pity that what you have come down is not the real body, but a ray of virtual god's clone. And, don't you think that I can't kill your virtual god's clone?"
"How can you tell?" The Witch God's face changed slightly. He is indeed a clone of the Void God and Yuan Shen. Although he is infused with the power of the Void God stage, he is still dominated by the power of the Yuan Shen."
Ye Wenlong suddenly sneered: "How I know is not important. What is important is that you should not have escaped immediately. In that case, your virtual god clone will stay here today!"
"Hmph, kid, you are not afraid of flashing your tongue. Even if this is just a virtual god clone of me, your soul cultivation is at the same level as me at best. If you want to kill my virtual god clone,
It’s just a dream!” the Witch God said disdainfully.
"Really? Then I'll show you how I kept you here!" Ye Wenlong smiled coldly, and his figure suddenly disappeared. When the Witch God was startled, a wisp of golden light had already appeared.
Appears between the eyebrows of the Witch God.
"The primordial spirit escapes into the sky, the primordial spirit takes form!"
The Witch God was startled, and he retreated violently. At the same time, he condensed a mental shield at the center of his eyebrows as quickly as possible. However, the golden light was like tearing paper, directly breaking through the shield and penetrating through the center of the Witch God's eyebrows.
.
"ah--"
The Witch God let out a shrill scream: "Oh my god, how is it possible that your soul is not at the Virtual God stage, but a higher existence than the Virtual God stage..."
"beep"
The golden light shot directly from the back of the head of the Witch God's clone, and re-consolidated twenty miles behind him. The shadow of Ye Wenlong's soul appeared again, and he said coldly: "You know it's too late!"
"Boy, just wait, the true form of this saint will arrive soon, and he will definitely kill all of you without a burial place." The wizard god's clone was pierced by the golden light in the head, and the clone immediately became a lot of blur, and he
Not daring to stay any longer, it turned into a ray of light and fled into the distant void like lightning.
"If you want to escape, give it to me!"
Ye Wenlong snorted coldly, but did not see how he moved. In the void ahead, a huge hand of the soul broke through the void and grasped down. The wizard's clone shouted in horror: "The space is imprisoned, how can you imprison it?"
Get this saint!"
It turned out that as the big hand of the soul was grasped, the Witch God found that his clone was unable to move even an inch and was imprisoned in the void. As soon as he screamed in horror, the clone was already grasped by the big hand of Ye Wenlong's transformed soul.
Wenlong's disdainful voice came: "Is there anything impossible? When it comes to understanding the laws of space, I am no better than you, a useless god. Only when that space fairy weapon is in my hands can it be considered the master of it.
Today I will first destroy your soul clone, and then take that space fairy weapon back from your hands in the future."
"How dare you, boy! When I come here, I will make sure that you cannot live or die!" The Witch God struggled hard, but after all, his soul clone was just a soul clone. In terms of soul cultivation, it was not the same as Ye Wenlong's.
The soul is so far apart, how can he struggle? But with his status and pride, how could he be threatened by Ye Wenlong.
"I'm waiting, but you are the one who can't live or die now. Burn it with the Samadhi Soul Fire!" Ye Wenlong smiled coldly, and a blue virtual fire suddenly appeared in the giant palm of the soul.
Wrap the Witch God in it.
"Ah - damn boy, you dare to burn me, my true body is already on the way, and I will cut you into pieces in no time!" The avatar of the witch god was miserable under the burning of the Samadhi Soul Fire.
Screaming, the soul clone was extremely distorted, but he was also tough and did not even say a word to beg for mercy.
"Hehe, I won't give him a chance!" Ye Wenlong smiled coldly, the Samadhi Soul Fire suddenly strengthened, and the thoughts in the witch god's soul clone were burned to nothingness in an instant amid the miserable howl, followed by the soul giant
He grabbed the power of the unconscious soul and threw it into the golden dragon cauldron rising from his right arm. Ye Wenlong suddenly turned around and said loudly: "The Witch God is coming soon. Everyone should let go of their consciousness. I will send everyone
