A minute ago, Suning was proud and proud, feeling excited that he had successfully figured out the masked woman.
So at this moment, under his pretended calm appearance, inexplicable fear and uneasiness had already arisen in his heart.
Yes, after coming into contact with that powerful force, the first thought that came to his mind was not to fight, but to escape from this "place of right and wrong" as soon as possible.
The hatred is still there, but the fighting spirit is gradually fading.
From the initial peak of momentum, he fell uncontrollably to the mountainside, and then retreated step by step and rolled to the bottom.
Just like Zuo Rufeng, who was defeated before fighting, he was defeated by his heart and self-knowledge that he should not have from the beginning.
When the two are against each other, a battle of life and death, it is absolutely taboo to have their hearts wavered.
Suning didn't want to admit it but had to admit that as they were both true immortals, he seemed to be unable to defeat the masked woman with a mysterious background.
Can't beat him, and is suppressed by the opponent at every turn.
This made him extremely frustrated, angry and helpless at the same time.
Thinking of the shameless words they made before entering the competition, they told Meng Tianjiao and Mo Chen that they were invincible at the same level.
Five short words, a slap in the face.
It hurts so much that I wish I could dig a hole and bury myself.
"What she performed was the Wen Palace's top-grade celestial technique "Qianqiu Mountains and Rivers". The technique is in a world of its own and cannot be practiced except by direct disciples."
Just as Suning was thinking about how to fight back, Xiang Zhanyun's secret sound transmission sounded in his ears with a hint of reminder, and he said in a solemn tone: "That round inkstone is a low-grade immortal artifact. It is said to be low-grade, but in fact it is already.
It is comparable to the power of a mid-grade immortal weapon."
"The thousand-year-old water from the Xuanyin Sea is condensed in the inkstone. Under the blessing of the immortal magic of "Thousands of Mountains and Rivers", all things can be melted."
"The talismans, immortal power, and formations, including the Wuchen Tianmen you are hiding in the void abyss and preparing for a sneak attack, will completely disappear once they touch the secluded water."
Suning said anxiously: "According to what you say, don't I just have to sit back and wait for death to be slaughtered by her?"
Xiang Zhanyun replied: "The mind, the mind is condensed into the invisible, which cannot be dissolved by the water."
"Or you can use high-level magic that surpasses "Qianqiu Mountains and Rivers" and crush it in terms of level power."
"Of course, with my king here, it will not be difficult to protect your life."
"As the host, this is the default advantage of the Eight Hundred Immortals."
"Just give it a try and use the tricks and cards you think are your strongest."
"Leave the rest to me."
Suning smiled bitterly and said: "My time in the immortal world is still short, and "Wuchen Tianmen" is the only middle-grade immortal technique I have learned."
"I don't have time to refine my natal immortal weapon for the time being. I can't use the life-saving talisman my master gave me, nor can I use it in the arena."
"As for the mind, you should have seen that the masked woman's mind is no weaker than mine."
"In a pure mental competition, I can't get the slightest advantage."
"She is not Yin Qi, Bai Qingsong and others. This battle..."
Unwilling to be reconciled, Suning looked up at the sky dullly and said: "In this battle, I am afraid that I will lose the face of the Wuchen Immortal Realm and make Master and all the senior brothers and sisters the laughing stock."
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa."
Golden light emanated from the circular inkstone, filling Arena No. 1, which covers an area of several hundred square meters.
The white jade hand was writing words extremely fast. When the four words "Qianqiu Mountains and Rivers" were formed, she curled her fingers and let out a sweet cry.
"collapse."
The inkstone crashed to the ground, causing a terrifying air wave that was difficult to discern with the naked eye and rising in a vortex.
The scene is changing, and the vision becomes blurry.
Suning clearly stood still, but the world he was in changed from the cave world derived from Nakonmu to the unfamiliar mountain cliff top.
Mountains, green hills, lush foliage.
The water, the river water is as clear as a swimming snake.
The endless green hills are as far as the eye can see. Everything is so quiet that you can hear a needle drop.
No birds can be seen flying, no beasts can be heard.
There were trees but no grass, and not even a single flower.
Even the flowing river water gives people a lifeless despair.
It was as if it was not water, but a mirror spread flat on the ground.
Standing on the top of the cliff thousands of meters above, Suning saw his own face reflected in the river.
He has gray hair and sunken eye sockets.
His face was covered with wrinkles, as deep as cracked tree bark.
The vision is cloudy and the energy is weak.
It is the weakness that is approaching the end, and the reflection of light that is running out.
"Ta-ta-ta-ta."
From the sky, it started to rain lightly at some point.
