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This Nascent Soul is clearly the old man from before. In order to kill Wang Teng, he actually made up his mind and chose to self-destruct his body, hoping to use that terrifying explosive power to kill Wang Teng. Although the power of self-destruction of human cultivators is far inferior to that of ancient times
After all, the ancient races even used the demonic energy to disintegrate the race.
But the old man's cultivation level was too high after all, and the power of his body's self-destruction was definitely comparable to the power that erupted when the ancient kings disintegrated on the White Dragon Battle Stage, and even the Double Sword Saint was killed in one fell swoop.
Therefore, he did not believe that Wang Teng could escape with this move.
"Ahem!" But the next moment, the old man's eyes almost jumped out of his sockets. The level of horror could not be described in words. He stared straight ahead, and his whole Nascent Soul was trembling.
"This! This is not true! I am dreaming, why are you not dead?" The old man pointed forward and said in a hesitant voice,
"Because I'm too strong." At this time, blood was flowing from the corner of Wang Teng's mouth, and his robe was torn to pieces, with countless wounds appearing, and the blood dyed him into a bloody man. Even so, his body was also
It's not a big deal.
When the old man exploded his body just now, Wang Teng pushed the Holy Body of the War Emperor to the extreme, and then used the power of the Purple Gold Battle Ax and the Immortal Thunder Technique to break apart part of the power, and then used the Sky Emperor's Sky-Splitting Technique to jump.
By going somewhere else, I escaped most of the power of self-destruction.
"Monster, you are a monster..." the old man said almost desperately. After exploding his body, he had almost no strength left.
"It seems I can take back those 20 million high-quality spiritual stones." A wicked smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Wang Teng's mouth, and a blue divine light erupted from his body, wrapping his whole body in it. When the blue divine light
When they dispersed, all the wounds on Wang Teng's body were gone. It was like the torn clothes, and there were still some faint blood stains. It was hard to believe that he had been injured.
Under the old man's even more horrified gaze, Wang Teng appeared in front of him in a flash. Without using any killing moves, he directly used the golden divine light to penetrate into the old man's Nascent Soul, catching him like the golden spirit in his body.
in space.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I don't want to die like this, I was wrong." The old man began to scream desperately and kept begging Wang Teng for mercy.
However, Wang Teng was unmoved. Such insidious people must be eliminated, otherwise only others will suffer. A golden light shot through the old man's Nascent Soul, shattering his consciousness, and the remaining powerful Nascent Soul
The power was sent into the Emperor God Furnace by Wang Teng and used as energy.
"Huh! It was really dangerous just now. Now I can only kill the sixth level Nascent Soul cultivator. I can't do anything when encountering the late Nascent Soul cultivator. It's better to keep a low profile in the future." Wang Teng breathed a sigh of relief, and the battle was over.
, the strength in his body has also been consumed a lot, and less than half is left.
But Wang Teng did not intend to stay and recover his strength. The huge power just now must have attracted the attention of many cultivators. Maybe some people will be unable to restrain their curiosity and come here, and then there will be trouble.
So he quickly put on a brand new set of blue robes, stuck the wind-cutting sword on his back, and left here quickly.
"Huh? That boy Feng Huo is so lucky that he was not involved in such a terrible battle, otherwise I would have completed the mission." Shortly after Wang Teng left, a fiery red figure appeared at the place where the battle had just taken place.
Looking at the ruined and disfigured ground beneath his feet, the cultivator's expression condensed slightly and he murmured to himself.
This person is clearly the master who was with Jiuyang Daolian Lieyang Holy Son before. This time he followed Wang Teng here. However, his tracking skills were very good and he didn't seem to be discovered. Until the terrible battle happened here just now.
, he stopped and watched from a distance.
Naturally, he would not think that this battle was caused by Wang Teng, but that it was a battle between two strong men who were at least at the fifth or sixth level of the Nascent Soul. Wang Teng must have been so angry that he did not dare to breathe, and hid aside in fear.
"The Holy Son asked me not to act rashly. It would be best to kill Fenghuo with the help of the ancient race. But where can I see the ancient race here? It is better for me to do it myself to save trouble." The expression of the master of the Sun Palace suddenly turned gloomy.
He stood up, murderous intent bursting out of his eyes.
When he was in White Dragon City before, he was very unhappy with Wang Teng, or he was jealous of his abilities. Especially when Wang Teng made a big show of himself on the White Dragon Arena and was not ready to join Lieyang's gang, he had already turned Wang Teng on.
Teng was put on the death list.
Wang Teng flew all the way and after killing the old man, he also relaxed his vigilance. He would not be so unlucky and would meet someone who wanted to kill him again. This place is still quite close to Liuya City, even if there are ancient races who want to
If you seek revenge on yourself, you won't be in this place.
So he never stopped to restore his cultivation. It wasn't until he flew six or seven thousand miles and came to a clear lake that he planned to adjust the breath in ###'s body. The lake in front of him was so clear that he could see the bottom at a glance.
, there are even fish living inside, and the surrounding environment is also very beautiful and quiet.
Without saying a word, Wang Teng jumped into the lake and washed away some of the blood on his body. Along the way, in addition to killing the old man, he also killed several monsters that blocked the road, staining some blood.
When Wang Teng emerged from the lake, he felt refreshed, but his eyes suddenly fell on an ancient tree not far away, and his brows frowned slightly.
Because cultivators flew by him from time to time, Wang Teng did not pay attention to the aura of cultivators nearby, but at this moment he could feel a murderous intention coming from behind the ancient tree, and the target was undoubtedly himself.
"Who are you? Please come out!" Wang Teng grabbed the wind-cutting sword in his hand and shouted loudly.
"Feng Huo, what's wrong? Don't you know me?" A moment later, a man walked out from behind the ancient tree. He was wearing a fiery red shirt with rounds of scorching suns engraved on it. He looked at it with a smile on his face.
By Wang Teng.
"It's you, why? Could it be that Holy Son of the Lieyang sent you to find me again? I already told you that I don't want to join you anymore." Wang Teng breathed a sigh of relief and inserted the Wind-Destroying Sword back into his back.
"Fenghuo, can't I come to you except for this matter?" The middle-aged cultivator walked towards Wang Teng step by step and said with a faint smile.
"Yes, yes! But I'm not free right now, and I don't want anyone to disturb me." Wang Teng touched his nose and said, not being wary of the other party at all, or in other words, not paying attention to the other party at all.
"It's a pity that it's not up to you, because this matter is related to your life and death, hehehe!" The middle-aged cultivator's face suddenly changed, full of ferocious color. Just as Wang Teng reacted, a ball of hot silver flames had already killed him.
Arriving in front of Wang Teng.
With a loud "boom", Wang Teng was suddenly blown hundreds of feet away and fell into the lake. The silver flames burning around his body did not go out, and the lake water evaporated into white.
fog.
"Why, why exactly? I have no enmity with you." Wang Teng turned pale and reluctantly rushed out of the lake. He asked the middle-aged cultivator with a puzzled look on his face.
"It's strange that you don't understand current affairs. Holy Son Lieyang kindly invited you, but you rejected his kindness. Anyone who dares to disobey Holy Son Lieyang will be killed without mercy." The middle-aged cultivator said coldly.
"Is he the Holy Son of Lieyang? He turns out to be this kind of person. I used to think he was quite decent, but it seems I was wrong." Wang Teng said with a bitter smile.
"The winner is the king, the loser is the bandit. This is the reality of this world. I am here to help you escape! Black Silver Divine Fire." The middle-aged cultivator had an expressionless face, and a silver flame palm was the size of an ordinary person's hand.
It was the same, but the speed was as fast as lightning, mixed with hot and even sharp breath, which instantly touched Wang Teng's chest.
He wanted to kill Wang Teng with one move to avoid future troubles.
"Tianfeng Jue." Wang Teng suddenly shouted loudly, and the lake water at his feet suddenly turned into tornadoes. Controlled by the power in Wang Teng's body, he rushed towards the flaming palm.
"Puff, puff, puff." The flame palm was extremely powerful and kept penetrating the tornado. Unfortunately, it missed the target in the end. Wang Teng had already rushed to high altitude and escaped the blow.
"Stop struggling. The more you struggle, the more miserable your death will be." The middle-aged cultivator was not surprised at all. After all, Wang Teng was a peerless genius who had gained prominence in the White Dragon Battle Arena. In the eyes of the middle-aged cultivator,
His strength is comparable to some masters of the third level of Nascent Soul who are similar in talent to himself.
But this kind of strength is obviously still one level lower than his own. If he wants to kill him, he will be unable to resist. Another point is that the reason why Wang Teng can show his great power on the White Dragon Battle Stage is also related to his special ability to restrain ancient races.
Swordsmanship is related. If you fight with human cultivators, you will be greatly compromised.
For these reasons, middle-aged cultivators did not take Wang Teng seriously.
"You are so despicable! If I hadn't fought in a big battle just now and my strength was less than half, you wouldn't even have a chance to be arrogant." Wang Teng was suspended in the air, with a wind-cutting sword in his hand.
He cursed at the middle-aged cultivator.
"Really? That's better. I think it will be easier to kill you. But even if you are in your prime, do you think you can survive? You will still die." The middle-aged cultivator dropped the word "death" and condensed a wave in his hand.
The silver-white flaming sword light cut through the sky and struck Wang Teng directly.
This flame sword light is much more powerful than the previous attack. It is a seventh-level immortal method. The middle-aged cultivator does not want any accidents to happen, so a quick victory is the best choice.
"It seems that you have to change some of your concepts. I am far from using all my combat power on the White Dragon Battle Stage. Now let me show you how terrifying the real "Tianfeng Jue" is." Wang Teng began to knit his hands.
Seal, the "Tianfeng Jue" that was close to being completed was cast in the next moment.