Wu Shu finally understood what a sinister intention Mo Wen hid behind his seemingly honest appearance.
However, it is too late to regret now. His body is now destroyed and his Yuanying is seriously injured. Even the monks in the middle stage of Yuanying may not be able to defeat him.
Suddenly, a golden light rushed in front of Wu Shu.
The golden light serves as the pen, the sky serves as the paper, and a capital word "trap" appears in front of the Wu script.
In an instant, Wu Shu's incomplete Nascent Soul was bound by the golden light emanating from the big characters. The word "trapped" was like a dragnet, greatly reducing Wu Shu's escape speed when he was caught in the net.
Wu Shu was frightened and wanted to fight back, but clouds suddenly gathered above his head, and Mu Yunling had already pressed down from above his head.
Faced with such a desperate situation with no way to heaven or earth, Wu Shu felt resentful, but he had to admit that he could only explain it here today.
A wave of resentment immediately welled up in his chest.
Wu Shu Yuanying held his precious storage bag and laughed loudly at Mo Wen and Shentu Hou who came over.
"Aren't you just plotting my life and this storage bag!"
Wu Shu's eyes were fierce: "Tell you two thieves, no one can take my life! I won't let you touch my treasure! Marquis Shentu, I have a piece of advice for you, if you stay with people who are thick-faced and evil-hearted,
Sooner or later, you will follow in my footsteps! I will take the first step!"
In an instant, golden cracks covered Wu Shu's Nascent Soul. With a wild smile, his Nascent Soul was sparkling, brewing with endless power, and was about to explode in mid-air.
Mo Wen and Shentuhou were immediately horrified, and quickly fled away, using their own defensive methods.
boom!
A huge explosion exploded in mid-air, and everything in the world was instantly submerged in the destructive white light. The storage bag Wu Shu held high was immediately annihilated in the explosion.
Countless treasures shot out from the storage bags, and most of them were reduced to ashes in this violent explosion. A few treasures that could withstand Wu Shu Yuanying's self-destruction were also blown in all directions by the violent explosion.
Nascent Soul, which was at its peak in the late Nascent Soul period, self-destructed with unprecedented momentum.
If you can overlook the entire Tianhuang Continent from a high altitude, you can find a small ball of light lighting up near the east coast of Tianhuang.
At this moment, Shu Han had escaped from the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons and flew towards the Sea of Violence.
However, from such a long distance, Shu Han could still see a huge sun suddenly rising in the western horizon.
At this point, Wu Shu, the peak monk of the late Nascent Soul of the Tianhuang generation, fell.
When the aftermath of the explosion dissipated, Mo Wen and Shen Tuhou flew up from the thick ashes. Even though the center of the explosion was very far away and they immediately used their top defense methods, they were still seriously injured and disgraced at this moment.
The earth was buried in the ruins of mountains and rivers.
Marquis Shentu looked around, and everywhere he saw, all the way to the horizon, was razed to the ground.
At the center of Wu Shu's explosion, a basin was blown out of the earth.
Seeing this scene, the seriously injured Marquis Shentu breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's finally over!"
Looking back many years ago, Marquis Shentu had long been dissatisfied with the Loose Cultivator Alliance's lax protection of the human race in the area under its jurisdiction. He repeatedly proposed to Mo Wen to revive the prestige of the Loose Cultivator Alliance in the hearts of the human race monks and better protect every human city-state.
However, Mo Wen sighed and shook his head every time, explaining to Shentu Hou that he alone could not make the decision regarding the Rogue Cultivator Alliance. The Nascent Soul cultivators, led by Wu Shu, had long regarded the Rogue Cultivator Alliance as a tool for them to make money and hunt for treasures.
In their eyes, the Tianhuang human race monks are just slaves serving them.
As long as the slaves don't die or get too many casualties, it's fine.
At this point, Marquis Shentu had laid down his determination to reorganize the loose cultivator alliance.
It's just that there are one immortal and two elders. Even if he has Mu Yun Ling, it will be difficult for him to gain the supreme right to speak in the casual cultivator alliance.
Until one day, Mo Wen said to him: You can take Wu Shu's place.
This thought was unforgettable for Marquis Shentu, but such a big thing as killing Wu Shu still made Marquis Shentu retreat. However, he finally followed Mo Wen's advice and began his long life of disguise to confuse Wu Shu.
Now, decades of hard work are finally bearing fruit in this explosion.
Wu Shu died in the territory of the demon clan, and his death was justified and natural. The vacant position of the second elder was none other than him, Marquis Shentu.
In this way, he can assist Mo Wen in reviving the Rogue Cultivator Alliance, fight against the demon clan, and prevent the tragedies of Tianci Pass and Demon Suppression Pass from happening again.
At this moment, Marquis Shentu's eyes were full of expectations for the future, but Mo Wen gritted his teeth and cursed.
"Damn Wu Shu, he didn't even hesitate to blow himself up without leaving his body, and he didn't let me get his treasure. He is really a damn miser, he would rather not use it himself than let others get it!"
Hearing Mo Wen's curse, Shentu Hou turned around and persuaded with a wry smile: "Brother Mo, forget it, we are not here to get the treasure Wu Shu accumulated. His death is our greatest treasure.
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Mo Wen lowered his head and patted the dust on his robe, and said with a snort: "You're talking lightly, you have such a psychic treasure as Mu Yunling, what other magic weapon can penetrate your eyes? This old thief Wu Shu
He has been diligently recording treasures for thousands of years, and his storage bag can be called the second treasure under the Changle Infinite Palace. If you just say it is gone, it will be gone. Can you make me not feel distressed!"
Marquis Shentu couldn't help but shook his head and said with a smile: "There's nothing we can do about that, Brother Mo. Now that Wu Shu is dead, let's go back to the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons and help you take away the Heavenly Pure Water and the Danxin Xuan Liquid." Mo Wen gasped heavily.
He was angry and said: "I am seriously injured, no more than young people like you. If you have the strength, please take me back to the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons."
Marquis Shentu nodded, drummed up a dusk cloud ribbon in one hand, placed it at Mo Wen's feet, and took Mo Wen into the air.
Mo Wen sat cross-legged on Mu Yun Ling and asked: "Brother Shen, what do you think of Wu Shu's last words? He said that you will follow in his footsteps sooner or later. This is a very cruel statement!"
Marquis Shentu took Mo Wen and quickly fled to the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons. He replied calmly: "It's just that he wanted to drive a wedge between our brothers before he died. Brother Mo and my younger brother will not believe such nonsense." Mo Wen sighed.
He said in a tone: "It's really difficult for you to work hard for me for so many years. Brother Shen, you are a person who values friendship, but you are just not smart."
"Haha, yes, I am naturally not as intelligent as Brother Mo, otherwise why would I be called a foolish brother..."
However, Marquis Shentu suddenly felt that what Mo Wen just said was wrong. Why did the conversation change and he suddenly mentioned that he was not smart?
Suddenly, he turned around and saw Mo Wen casually attaching a simple talisman to the Mu Yun Ling under him.
"Brother Mo, what are you..."
Wow!
Marquis Shentu suddenly trembled in his heart, and Mu Yunling was instantly out of his control and began to dance wildly in the air.
Mo Wen raised his hand and struck a palm. Without Mu Yunling's body protection, Marquis Shentu was caught off guard and was knocked away by the palm.