(There have been a lot of things these past two days!) But at this moment, Wang Teng felt very reluctant to part with him. He had just been separated from Fairy Lanyue, which made him extremely disappointed. Now that he had finally found Saint Tiansu, he was about to leave with her.
Could it be that he, Wang Teng, is doomed to live a lonely life?
"Thunder King, it's Thunder King, he's out." Without giving Wang Teng time to think, a group of cultivators surrounded Wang Teng, their eyes full of greed and murderous intent.
There is no way. Many cultivators have not found the entrance to the pyramid at this time. Even if they find it, they come out after walking around inside. Wang Teng is one of the first cultivators to enter the pyramid. His various methods are amazing.
There is definitely something to be gained in the pyramid.
So it's strange that this group of cultivators are not attracted to Wang Teng. Under the trend of greed, everyone's reason has overcome their fear, and they want to take action on Wang Teng. After all, Wang Teng is only a cultivator in the Peilian realm, and he is still alone.
"..." Wang Teng was speechless. This time, the trouble was really big. There were thirty or forty cultivators who surrounded Wang Teng, and each of them was like a wolf seeing a rabbit after being hungry for a few days. Plus
Wang Teng spent a lot of energy in the pyramid. He became exhausted and was no longer in peak condition. It was really troublesome to fight against them.
As for the part of the power that he absorbed from the powerful demon old man, he cannot use it. It has been integrated into the shadow of the magic weapon as a backup force to motivate him. What worries Wang Teng the most is the powerful cultivators who are watching in the dark.
who.
"Get out of my way, I don't want to kill anyone, so don't force me!" After all, Wang Teng was used to this kind of thing. With no other choice, he had to fight his way out.
There was a loud buzzing sound, purple light flashed, and there was a purple gold battle ax in Wang Teng's hand. It was surrounded by thick thunder and lightning, exuding terrible pressure. After seeing this battle ax, many cultivators couldn't bear it.
He couldn't help but swallow his saliva, as if he was witnessing a bloodthirsty scene.
"Don't be afraid of him. He is just a person. No matter how powerful a person is, there will be a moment when his strength is exhausted. Can we only envy others all our lives? No! We have to change ourselves and become strong. This is an opportunity to kill Lei.
King, he must have a treasure that can change us." Soon, there was a cunning cultivator behind the scenes to incite everyone.
The cultivator who was initially hesitant turned greedy and ferocious at this moment, as if he had lost his soul and entered the hell of depravity.
Wang Teng held the purple gold battle ax tightly in his right hand, with a bitter smile on his lips. There was only one battle left until now.
"Kill!" A dozen cultivators of the third and fourth levels of Nascent Soul mobilized their whole body strength to the extreme and joined forces to attack Wang Teng. The blood in Wang Teng's body suddenly boiled, and he was no longer suppressing his own.
Let them unleash their power.
"Thunder God Art, Immortal Thunder Art, open a bloody path for me." At this moment, Wang Teng seemed to have transformed into an invincible god of war, a god of death from hell, a god of thunder that destroyed all things. Around his body, there were enough
The fifty-foot-tall purple thunder god waved the thunder soldiers in his four arms and swept across the four directions, causing cultivators to continue to fall wherever he passed.
Especially the purple gold battle ax in Wang Teng's hand, with the Immortal Thunder Technique wrapped around it, doubling its power. Every time it is swept out, it is simply more terrifying than the attack of a cultivator at the fifth level of Nascent Soul.
"Ah!" "Devil, he is a devil." "How could this happen? So many people are no match for him, how could he be so scary?" Screams and exclamations continued to come from the crowd for a brief moment.
, Wang Teng killed dozens of cultivators and opened a bloody path for himself.
In the face of absolute power, even the bravest person would choose to give up. Once Wang Teng's strength was revealed, it scared the other cultivators awake. For a while, no one dared to attack him anymore for fear of being killed directly.
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"Keep your life, Thunder King, today is the day you die." Just when Wang Teng wanted to take the opportunity to leave, a terrible force fell from the sky and landed. It was a huge purple magic sword with a sharp edge.
To the extreme, it seems like it can cut through everything.
"Ah! That's Taoist Zidao, a master of the fifth level of Nascent Soul." A cultivator said in surprise.
The one who attacked Wang Teng was a gray-haired old man. He had lived for an unknown number of years, and his cultivation had reached the fifth level of Nascent Soul, which was a full five levels higher than Wang Teng. Besides Gu Luo, Wang Teng was the third
A fight against such a cultivator.
However, this person is really far behind Gu Luo. He is simply a different person.
"Anyone who stands in my way will die!" Wang Teng didn't seem to take this old man seriously. He moved forward with the purple gold battle ax in his hand, destroying all things, and went straight towards the purple magic sword.
There was a loud "boom", and the whole sky was trembling. Under the incredulous eyes of everyone, the purple magic sword shattered inch by inch, and finally disappeared. Wang Teng rushed in front of the purple sword Taoist,
It's an ax at the head.
"How is it possible? A shocking strike." The Zi Dao Taoist's pupils shrank for a while. He looked at Wang Teng as if he were a monster. With his own cultivation, he could not deal with a cultivator of the Lotus Realm. This was really unprecedented.
In fact, Wang Teng's battle ax made him feel the threat to his life, and he had to resist it with all his strength. The hands of the Taoist Purple Knife suddenly bloomed with thousands of purple lights, which merged together to form a crystal clear magic knife, like a purple diamond.
Facing Wang Teng's battle ax.
"Zheng!" There was a metal shudder, and Wang Teng's figure was blown dozens of feet away, and the battle ax in his hand kept shaking. But Taoist Zi Dao's arms turned into blood mist, and his whole body was torn apart.
Nascent Soul is left.
"What? The Purple Sword Taoist at the fifth level of Nascent Soul was also killed with an axe." "This Wang Teng is going to defy the heavens..." The shocking scene made all the cultivators stunned on the spot, not knowing what to say.
What?
Although Wang Teng beheaded the body of Taoist Zidao, he still felt uncomfortable. The power in his body was consumed a lot. If he continued to fight, he would definitely face the risk of exhaustion. After all, his cultivation level was still too low.
, if you break through to the Nascent Soul Realm, it doesn’t matter if you fight again.
This time, no cultivator was trying to stop Wang Teng. Wang Teng was about to take advantage of this good opportunity to escape. But his plan was wrong. When he couldn't fly far enough, a wave of energy suddenly rose from his back.
There was a chill, and a terrifying force launched a sneak attack on him.
Without any time to think, Wang Teng turned around, swung his ax vigorously, and faced the attack from behind.
"Huh?" Wang Teng's figure suddenly froze, and he felt that his purple gold battle ax was like a stone sinking into the sea, tightly bound by a terrible force. It was a ball of water-blue light, and it was like a ball of light inside.
A compressed sea with thousands of rolling waves.
For a moment, Wang Teng's battle ax was unable to function and was temporarily blocked.
"Thunder King, we meet again." A soft-sounding voice came out. The next moment, blue light bloomed in the void, and a group of cultivators walked out of it. The one who walked at the front was the delicate Lingbo Sect.
youth.
"Is it you? Didn't we agree before that we would not offend each other?" Wang Teng's expression turned cold and he stared at the handsome young man.
"You have yourself to blame for ruining our good deeds time and time again." Duan Xuan, standing next to the handsome young man, sneered.
"Lingbo Sect, they are the masters of Lingbo Sect. That one is the peerless genius of Lingbo Sect, Holy Son Duan Lan." A sharp-eyed cultivator recognized the origin of this group of people, and a look of fear appeared on his face.
color.
"Peerless genius, King Thunder will definitely not be able to escape this time. I don't believe that he can even fight against a peerless genius who is so much higher than him. It is said that the Blue Saint Son once fought with the cultivators of the late Nascent Soul.
And he escaped unscathed."
"……."
"Today is really a sad day." Wang Teng said with a wry smile as he tried to pull back his battle ax.
"Thunder King, I have to admit that you are very powerful, but my seventh-level immortal magic trapping dragon technique is not that easy to break. Without that battle axe, what are you going to do?" Duan Lan, however, was not in a hurry.
When he launched an attack on Wang Teng, he looked like he was strategizing and had everything under control.
"..." Wang Teng remained silent, but his eyes kept moving.
"Holy Son, let me take him down." Duan Xuan was ready to take action again at this time. In the previous battle with Wang Teng, he used the purple gold battle ax and could not do anything to him. Now that he has lost the purple gold battle ax, Duan Xuan
Xuan didn't take Wang Teng seriously.
Seeing Duan Lan Shengzi nodded lightly, a sneer appeared at the corner of Duan Xuan's mouth, and a dazzling aqua blue divine light surged around his body, turning into a huge blue crab to wrap around himself, and rushed towards Wang Teng.
come over.
The two huge crab claws exuded a sharp breath and made a loud snapping sound as they pinched towards Wang Teng.
"Immortal Thunder Technique." Wang Teng couldn't draw his battle axe, but he didn't panic. He immediately used a half-baked seventh-level magic spell, and streaks of blood-red lightning roared out to meet his opponent.
The thunder light and the water light collided, and the huge crab claws cracked one after another. Duan Xuan looked ugly, and his body was sent hundreds of meters away. Blood was spitting out from his mouth. He was no match for Wang Teng.
"Without a battle axe, it's easy to deal with a third-rate character like you. I was just playing with you a few days ago. I really thought I was a nobody." Wang Teng chuckled.
"Damn it, what an abominable thing, the big waves wash away the sand." Duan Xuan seemed to have suffered the biggest insult in his life, and he lost his mind. A huge wave of water rose up from behind him, submerging him completely.
There are all kinds of ferocious sea beasts swimming inside.
"Crash!" The sky above seemed to have turned into an ocean, with huge waves crashing endlessly, covering Wang Teng in darkness, and instantly submerged Wang Teng's body as small as an ant.
There was lightning jumping out of the water waves, but it was not strong. The practitioners held their breath, unable to see what was happening inside.
"King Thunder will not be killed!" "I don't think so. He is very cunning, and he may have other life-saving magic weapons." "......"
Holy Son Duan Lan still had a calm expression on his face, as if everything was under control, and he quietly watched the huge wave disappear.
"You, you..." Soon, a horrifying scene emerged. Wang Teng's left hand pinched Duan Xuan's neck at some point, like twisting a chicken. Duan Xuan's body shape
Trembling, his eyes were full of horror, as if he had seen something horrifying.
"Die!" Wang Teng exerted force with his hands, and Duan Xuan's neck was twisted. What was shocking was that Duan Xuan's Nascent Soul did not rush out of his body. He didn't know when it had been wiped out by Wang Teng.
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"..." Short Blue Holy Son could no longer maintain his calm expression, murderous intent flashed across his face.
"Since you dare to kill my Lingbo disciple, well, very good..." As soon as Duan Lan finished his words, the ball of light wrapped around Wang Teng's purple gold battle ax suddenly exploded and turned into countless sharp weapons.
The water sword stabbed Wang Teng fiercely. At such a close distance, no matter how fast Wang Teng was, he couldn't dodge. He would be stabbed like a hornet's nest.