As he spoke, he unhurriedly took out his natal weapon "Zhuoyin Spear" and set up a defensive formation to block a 10,000-meter radius in all directions.
The evil spirits are billowing, and the barren mountains have become battlefields.
Chao Wendong held the Zhuoyin Spear that communicated with his mind, and the spear's light shot straight into the sky.
"get out."
He shouted sharply and exhaled like a dragon.
"Bang bang bang."
A few hundred meters away, a small, slightly lower mountain range shook with a powerful force.
"Whoosh."
Wenren Siyu's thin body was forced to escape, and he crushed a jade slip into pieces without hesitation.
Invisibly, an ancient and decaying aura spread out from the dust in the sky, quickly forming into a big hand that covered the sky and the sun.
The hand has four fingers with distinct joints.
Only the thumb was missing, and scarlet blood oozed from the wound, which was shocking.
"呲呲呲."
As the big hand appeared, the void around it collapsed inch by inch, as if burning with fire, and clouds of white mist and thick smoke rose up.
Chao Wendong joked: "After all, I am willing to use my trump card."
"good very good."
"It is said that the Qingtai ancestor of the Wenren clan was once expected to reach the threshold of the semi-saint, and he proclaimed himself the first person under the semi-saint 30,000 years ago."
"If it weren't for the battle between immortals and demons, if he hadn't finally fallen into the Demon Burial Mountains, he might have truly entered the semi-saint realm."
"It's a pity that the 19th-grade True Immortal is still the 19th-grade True Immortal. He is still below the Heavenly Dao, not above it."
"This hand originally has five fingers, containing the nineteenth-level and five-style killing moves of a true immortal."
"However, on the day when you were fighting for the master of the star realm, you reluctantly used this move."
"The remaining four of the five styles are still preserved to this day, and all of them are used on me. Tsk, yes, this is the final outcome I expected."
He said calmly and suddenly became sentimental.
The gun's light shrank somewhat, and his eyes gradually became trance-like.
The lips murmured, showing the color of reminiscence.
But soon, he reacted, showing a rare hint of panic, and the figure that had been standing there disappeared out of thin air.
"boom."
The dead leaves were flying, and the place where he stood before was replaced by a bottomless dark abyss.
The next moment, Wenren Siyu, who was waiting for an opportunity to act, stopped his hand with regret and used the phantom transformation technique again to hide his figure.
Chao Wendong praised: "As expected, he is the only person in the Eight Hundred Immortal Realm who has cultivated the charming heart in the past 30,000 years. He used his life-saving trump card to attract my attention, and indirectly cooperated with the top-notch Dharma Prime Meihu to secretly urge me. Haha, I almost lost my heart and soul.
Follow your way."
"Amazing......"
The voice echoed in the mountains, he raised his gun and moved forward, rushing towards the first finger that pressed upward without hesitation.
"Rizhao Jiuzhou."
Far away, as if at the end of the horizon, stood an old man with a broken arm in a robe.
His long hair was flying and he growled in a deep voice: "Behead."
As soon as the word "Zhan" comes out, the sky becomes dark and the earth becomes dark, with sand and rocks flying.
Then a red sun emerged, shining brightly.
Wherever the sun shines, everything returns to dust.
Flowers, trees, rocks and gravel.
Roaring beasts, frightened insects and birds.
Even the mountains below, which were nearly a thousand meters high, were all leveled to the ground by this move.
"Not enough, far from enough."
Chao Wendong, who was running with a gun in hand, said energetically: "I have a natal immortal weapon in my hand, which can raise my cultivation level to the nineteenth level of a true immortal in a short time."
"You can't do anything to me if we fight in the same realm."