Chapter 101 The Power of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China
Endless layers of tombs suddenly emerged among the old houses with thick blue bricks and tiles, and two completely different worlds met at this moment.
As if time and space overlapped, the ghost realm of despair in Luo Qian's hand swept across this place briefly, as if it was like a ghost realm buried in eternity.
Swallowing hundreds of white fists that were like miniature buses into the grave soil, they were buried so tightly that not even a finger could be exposed.
Thousands of intertwined hands should have covered the sky, but in front of this old man who was like a candle in the wind, this terrifying ability was just a child's play.
The ghost master who buried an era is not just talk. As long as he breathes, he will be invincible.
"Uncle Luo, you are really fierce!"
The corner of Wu Nai's mouth raised slightly, and he used his right hand that had been transformed to the fifth stage to use the latest fusion skill and was suppressed. This could be regarded as his first setback in this world.
But there was no hint of depression in his heart.
Because what this old man buried in the world was only his right hand.
And the abilities he possesses are not limited to just his right hand.
"Interesting, that special right hand. I saw the traces of [bus] on it. It's so nostalgic. Young boy, what's your name?"
Zhang Dong stood upright with his hands behind his back, watching this scene, and asked with interest.
Now I remember asking my name, is it because my strength has just been recognized...Wu Nai silently withdrew his shadow from Zhang Dong's feet and said lightly: "Wu Nai."
"Luo Qian, Xiao Wu hasn't tried his best yet. Please play with him for a while. I haven't met anyone who can interest me so much in a long time."
Zhang Dong said calmly: "I want to see how far he can go with all his strength, or if you are too lazy to do it, you can just let me do it."
"You want to take action?"
Luo Qian's dark, pupil-less eyes widened slightly, and he glanced at this powerful captain: "Using supernatural power to conduct tentative collisions is not your style."
The two are old teammates and are very familiar with each other's styles.
Based on his understanding of Zhang Dong, once this person uses his supernatural power, he will suffer only two consequences.
One is that it is directly erased, and the second is that it is not completely erased.
But the second one never happened.
Even the so-called unsolvable level of evil spirits couldn't stop the man in front of him.
What does it mean to suppress one's life? The word "Zhang Dong" is the best explanation.
"Because some of Xiao Wu's performances are really interesting."
Zhang Dong replied: "But don't worry, I will act in a measured manner."
"Forget it, forget it, let me do it. It's rare to find a good seedling. If you accidentally wipe it out, I will be sad."
Luo Qian shook his head expressionlessly. He dragged his lifeless and stiff body forward and took a step forward, pressing down with the endless tombs that reached the sky behind him.
The seemingly real and illusory graveyard poured down, filling the sights of the three people present. For a moment, Wu Nai saw nothing but the terrifying cemetery.
The supernatural power is raging in an unrivaled manner.
It's like the whole hell is pouring down onto the human world.
Suddenly, superpowers overflowed.
Huh...Wu Nai took a deep breath, and the words full of the atmosphere of the past squirmed in front of him, forming the words "Power Points 100000.0".
Another harvest!
But it was too late for him to be happy. The collision between the supernatural and the supernatural had already begun. Even his regularized consciousness might push him into the abyss of death and sleep due to any carelessness.
After all, the two men in front of me are not kind old men. They behave politely because of their indifference to humanity and the value of Wu Nai.
But in essence, he is still the ultimate thug who emerged from the outlaw ghost masters of an era.
He is a man who came back from hell.
A series of supernatural events made them more terrifying than ghosts.
So the process of contact is quite dangerous.
Of course, during this contact process, Wu Nai could speak out at any time to stop such temptations and collisions and isolate himself from danger.
But he didn't want to do this. After finally meeting two old people like this, how could he not absorb another wave of supernatural powers?
After simple contact has gained nothing, the confrontation between the supernatural and the supernatural becomes his best choice!
Moreover, the increasing number of alienated parts and the higher and higher degree of alienation in his body also gave him the confidence to make such a decision.
After collapsing all the emotions in my heart.
Facing the tombs pouring into the sky, Wu Nai quietly made a [Wish]: "[Derivation] and [Invasion] intersect, [Ancient Road] and [Door] open together, 'I' carry the [World Tree] on my back and come from the past
, set foot in the present.”
His voice became clearer and more passionate, like a heavy bronze bell ringing in an ancient temple.
It broke the century-old silence of the ancient house and roared endlessly, triggering the arrival of terrifying supernatural power.
There was a glow in the void in the dim ancient house, as if invisible fingers were moving, using the clear glow as ink to outline mysterious [doors] in this supernatural place.
The moment the outline of these children's graffiti-like clear doors of light suddenly opened, a sub-body derived from Wu Nai was used as the medium.
The ancient roads behind the door connect each other to the past, paving the way for the most glorious lives.
This is no ordinary invasion.
Those Wu Nai who invaded are simply gods... taboo ghosts and gods!
Each of them carried the dark World Tree on their backs, opening up patches of strange sky.
One by one, they broke branches from the dark sky woven by the tree crowns, turning them into fateful spears.
They invaded from the past to the present along the Huangquan Ancient Road.
Endless dark golden fires surged down like tons of lava. As the clouds and mist descended, they rushed out from the door and turned into dense white gas and firelight that poured down between the blue brick floors.
Immediately afterwards, heavy rain fell, but it did not come from the sky, but came from the domain built by Qinghui, converging from all directions into a violent torrent.
Light, flames and water mist surged, flooding the place, and the dark golden color instantly illuminated the numb eyes of Zhang Dong and Luo Qian.
This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Yes, I have made great progress. I am beginning to want to keep you here for a few more days." Zhang Dong said lightly, recognizing this power.
Even appreciate it more and more.
"But it still needs to grow and grow."
Luo Qian said dryly: "The superimposed number of supernatural beings is certainly scary, but it also depends on who is opposite you. There are not many people who can overwhelm me 'now'."
"Even so, I still want to try..."
Wu Nai behind a door spoke at the same time. These voices overlapped and buzzed, like thunder exploding over the ancient house.
boom!!
The collision between the ghost realm and the ghost realm should be silent, just like the spring rain that moistens things silently.
But in the old house, the fire, fog, and water wrapped in the clear light overlap with the endless dead silence of the cemetery.
Everyone present felt as if a thunderous thunder was roaring in the world.
In the collision of two supernatural spaces.
Hundreds and thousands of tons of rotten and stinky grave soil are still pouring down like waterfalls, swallowing up the fire, swallowing up the rain, and swallowing up the fog.
And Wu Nai also threw the blood-stained war spear in his hand.
Every movement he made when throwing a spear was synchronized, raising his hands together, leaning back together, and throwing the spear together.
The movements are slow, elegant and powerful, as if they are performing a ritual, a ritual of erasing the world!
When the transformation degree of that war spear in [Ghost Coffin] reached 20%, some rules were transformed and modified by Wu Nai into [Erase]!
So here and now.
Luo Qian faced nearly a hundred terrifying supernatural weapons with both "unresolvable suppression" and "erasure" abilities.
It was like nearly a hundred weakened versions of Zhang Dong were attacking him together!
"Good boy!"
Luo Qian's dark, pupil-less eyes widened, and for the first time, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
boom!!
The endless tombs behind him trembled, and strange and inexplicable power flowed from each tombstone, suppressing the war spears falling from all directions.
Many grave soils disappeared out of thin air when they came into contact with the war spear, as if God had used an eraser to forcibly erase them from the picture called the world.
But they don't really disappear.
Instead, it was transferred to Wu Nai's spear!
[Erase] Let the supernatural power fall into silence, and the ghost predatory instinct inherent in the spear will immediately activate, seize this supernatural power, and increase the power of "unresolvable suppression".
The three factors add up to form a terrifying ability.
But Luo Qiantong dumped too many graves.
Even though many have been wiped out and suppressed, countless graves are still falling.
Under the absolute advantage of supernatural power.
Nearly a hundred war spears were supported for a while and then fell like rain one after another and were buried in the graves. There were raised earth bags out of thin air in the field, as if a mountain, river and land were condensed here.
But when these rotten and smelly grave soil spread over, they failed to submerge Wu Nai.
There are seven wheels of clear light running at high speed in his eyes, opening the seventh level of [Domain] and constantly [restarting] himself.
He always escapes at the moment when the grave is about to bury him.
"Interesting, let me see how far you can go. The [erasure] situation just now really scared me."
After a brief exchange, Luo Qian's expression was no longer so indifferent, and Wu Nai's astonishing move greatly stimulated him.
Such a supernatural attack... If there were more war spears, if Wu Nai had mastered infinite invasion like Meng Xiaodong... It would be unimaginable!
Phew... At the same time, Wu Nai took a deep breath, and the words "Power Points: 400000.0" flashed before his eyes.
As the soil of each tomb fell and the flow of light restarted, in the confrontation between the two, a strong super power came, and the super power points in the information column rose crazily.
In this test of supernatural power, Wu Nai fully demonstrated what it means to be a genius.
But Luo Qian, the pinnacle of the old era, did not exert his full strength.
At this time, I continue to bury people in graves just to see where Wu Nai’s limit for restarting is.
Therefore, a strange scene appeared in the ancient house. Wu Nai's slender figure kept alternating with a towering earth bag in place, in a cycle.
"Power points: 700000.0."
Finally, when the information displayed in front of Wu Nai's eyes reached this number of superpower points, Luo Qian stopped burying people.
He was freed.
"Not bad..." Luo Qian nodded with satisfaction, completely recognizing Wu Nai in his heart.
Being able to restart so many times shows the stability of its power. Such stable power naturally has unlimited potential.
"Uncle Luo, please show mercy..."
Wu Nai couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Sure enough, compared with the Seven Elders of the Republic of China, my strength is still insufficient. Although I have many methods and still hide part of my strength, I still cannot match the absolute supernatural power.
Through this fight with Luo Qian, he had a general understanding of his own power.
In the new generation, with Wu Nai's current strength, there is almost no opponent left.
But facing the top ghost masters of the older generation who could bury an era, he still felt a little underwhelmed.
After all, these old guys, who have been almost buried in history, have personally experienced many supernatural events.
Many of these incidents are unsolvable in people's eyes today.
But it was successfully restricted by the people at that time.
This ability to create an era is something that no one has been able to touch so far.
But it's coming soon...Wu Nai believes that as long as he is given some more time, he will be able to climb to that height soon.
"Wonderful……"
Zhang Dong, who had been standing on the sidelines watching the battle, stretched out his hands behind him and clapped gently: "I appreciate your use of [Erasure], although I don't know how you obtained this ability through me.
But I hope you can continue to grow."
"I will……"
Wu Nai smiled slightly, and at the same time, the backlash of [Make a Wish] began to show up on him.
The four skills [Derivative], [Invasion], [Door] and [Ancient Path] are all temporarily combined through wishing.
How much power they exert in battle will give back as much power as possible.
But all this is within the range he can bear.
The dark shadow under Wu Nai's feet that had reached the fifth stage of alienation squirmed and penetrated into his body to share some of the pressure. After being torn into pieces of shadow, it quickly regrouped and remained unscathed.
Another part of the counterattack force was "transferred" by him to the World Tree, and the dark tree was immediately covered with scars and crumbling.
But it returned to the original state after an instant.
"You should have met Li Qingzhi, right?"
Zhang Dong glanced at the changing shadows under his feet and asked lightly: "Is he okay?"
"Okay……"
Wu Nai recalled the rotting male corpse in the Caesar Hotel and sighed: "Although it seems that the evil ghost has revived, I can feel that part of the living consciousness in his body is still there, trying hard to maintain that supernatural place.
The balance, Uncle Zhang, want to see him?"
"never mind……"
Zhang Dong shook his head and said: "My condition is not suitable for traveling far. Even sitting in the bus, it is difficult to suppress the supernatural power in my body. If something happens on the way, the ghost will be revived.
People cause trouble."
"Speaking of future generations..."
Wu Nai seemed to suddenly think of something, scratched the back of his head, and asked with a hint of distress: "Uncle, do you still remember that you have a son named Zhang Xianguang?"
"Oh...what's wrong with him?"
"It's a long story, but to put it simply, your son wants to bring everyone into [Ghost Painting] to live, and in the process of executing the plan, he probably needs one of my mother's clothes. In this way
Come, I will have to fight with him... just in case..."
"Xiao Wu, just keep him alive."
Zhang Dong spoke calmly, interrupted Wu Nai and said: "Give me some face, he is my descendant after all, please spare his life after a fight."