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Chapter 398 I'm Still Alive

"Didn't you mean an instant? Why hasn't it ended for so long?"

I don't understand a foundation-building realm at all.

The black wind shrouded Zhao Chu's body, swirling endlessly, and the black skulls rolled and exploded like pustules on the skin, with no rest at all.

And the dead leaf in the air has not been completely torn off until now.

In the two spaces, the flow rate of time is different.

"That's right, how many moments have passed!"

More and more monks began to be surprised, even the strong ones with golden elixir could not understand.

Is this also called a moment?



"This moment is not that moment!"

"A moment is a kind of power, a rule beyond your understanding."

"The time in the eyes of natural selection is different from the time in my eyes. Just like the air in the eyes of monks is full of various auras, while the air in the eyes of ordinary people is just transparent. You live under the same sky, but you are completely different.

"

"The Golden Rat King locked 99 punches at this moment!"

"If you want to end this moment, you can only wait for the 99 punches to end. During this period, the Golden Rat King cannot interrupt it."

At this time, Emperor Wu Mu in the light curtain spoke again.

Xia Xiansheng's words also solved the confusion of countless people.



99 punches!

When Xia Xiansheng finished speaking, the whole world was shocked.

A mere foundation-building realm, against the Nascent Soul realm of moving mountains and reclaiming seas.

This is simply a joke of a mantis using its arm as a cart and a mayfly shaking a tree.

The strength of foundation building is no more than ten thousand.

In the Nascent Soul Holy Realm, even the weakest being can easily blast out a force of 100,000 kilograms.

And like Shen Fusheng and others, one blow can break through 500,000 kilograms of force. With just one punch, like 500,000 kilograms of giant iron falling from the sky, it can crack the mountains and penetrate the earth.

With such a force of 500,000 kilograms, they can punch hundreds of punches in an instant. This is Yuanying's invincibility. Under their feet, the beautiful mountains and rivers are just a fragile carpet.

Therefore, the battlefields of Nascent Soul are usually at the top of the sky, and the earth can hardly bear it.

Although the Golden Rat Emperor did not transfer the Yuan Weapon, his strength was also suppressed to the early stage of Nascent Soul.

But even if he only has 100,000 kilograms of strength left, he still surpasses Zhao Chu ten times.

ten times!

Sounds like a pretty close number.

But you must know that the strongest baby weighs 10 pounds and the weakest adult weighs 100 pounds.

If the latter wants to crush the former, there is no need to gasp. Babies have too many weaknesses and can be crushed to death by an adult's fingers.

What can you do with a baby against an adult?

If you have a hundred babies, how can you fight against this invincible adult?

That’s right!

Building the foundation to fight against the Nascent Soul is like a baby fighting against an adult.



Dead silence!

Looking at the figure with flying hair in the center of the hurricane, the whole world fell into deathly silence.

Although it has been rare to build a foundation to fight against the golden elixir for 1,000 years, there are always some outstanding geniuses who want to go against the will of heaven and shock the whole world.

But a foundation-builder faced head-on against the Nascent Soul that held up the sky.

This is an absurdity that has not happened in 1,000 years. Let alone confrontation, you don't even have the possibility of escaping.



"Good news. The strength of the Nascent Soul in front of you has been reduced by 70%. Now it only has 100,000 kilograms of strength. It is the weakest Nascent Soul."

In the demon mirror, there is a cliff road.

He had no comment on Zhao Chu risking his life to save Ze Yanhua, and his expression did not even change.

Everyone has his own ambitions.

"Where's the bad news?"

Hearing this good news, Zhao Chu felt a little relieved in his heart.

"Bad news? The bad news is that the Demon Mirror will wander for countless epochs again, looking for its next owner again. Today should be our last conversation!"

Hong Duanya stared into space with his eyes.

As one of the many weapon spirits in the demon mirror, he seemed to represent thousands of weapon spirits to see through the void. He wanted to see if the next owner would be so stupid to give up because of a woman.

The opportunity to dominate the world in the future.

Maybe it's not stupidity, it's love!

But there is no difference in the outcome!

"You don't need to feel that you are so special. The Demon Mirror has experienced countless owners. Some of them died of greed, some of them died of unreasonable disasters, and some of them died of drunkenness. Your way of death is considered the most common."

Hong Duanya turned his back and never looked at Zhao Chu again.

Those desolate and indifferent pupils are like the most distant and dim stars in the universe. He has seen through the endless silence and the overlapping of reincarnations.

Zhao Chu's mind went blank, like five thunders hitting his head.

Panic!

Yes, he felt panic for the first time.

In the past, no matter how big the disaster was, as long as the demon mirror appeared or Hong Cliff appeared, he would be able to turn the danger around.

But today, the demon-looking mirror that followed him everywhere, like his right and left arm, personally issued a death notice to him.

Just like an indifferent doctor, he has saved you from critical illness countless times, and you regard him as your god. But this time, he closed your eyes with his own hands.

That’s right!

Zhao Chu smiled bitterly!

The strike of the natural selection realm, called the moment, surpassed the span of my three major realms.

I am now like a fish that was photographed on the chopping board, trying to escape from the chopping board and back into the water. There is no hope of survival at all.

98 punches in an instant, this is a desperate situation.



outside world!

Zhao Chu saw his companions coming.

It's a pity that they are only in the foundation-building realm, and trying to break through the barrier of an instant is like a group of babies trying to demolish a house. Their insignificant power is so pale and ridiculous.

The strong people of Jindan are also offering magic weapons, hoping to break the barrier of the moment.

But they are just older children, and those so-called magic weapons are as childish as toys tied with straw.

As for those Nascent Souls.

They are capable, but Shen Fusheng and Tang Junpeng were dragged under the big crack by the two demon kings, and they were unable to help at all.

As for Duan Xuehan and the others, firstly, they were too far away from Zhao Chu. Secondly, Jin Cangluo also saw Zhao Chu's desperate crisis and refused to escape. He deliberately slowed down the three of them, leaving them unable to recover.

And Qinghe seemed to see some kind of fear before this ray of natural selection energy gathered. Not to mention coming to help, it had to rely on God's help to stand up.

Yuan Langtian once said.

Back then, he caught a bird, plucked all its feathers, marinated it with seasonings for a while, and then grilled it, but this guy ran away.

This bird is the blue crane of that year.

Therefore, it is afraid of Yuan Langtian's aura and is vulnerable to a blow.



The black wind lingered endlessly, the breath of despair was overwhelming, and the air was filled with a disgusting stench.

The grimaces mocking you, ridiculing you, scorning you, and even showing strange pity.

It's impossible to escape, you can only fight.

Zhao Chu swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and slowly raised his head.

His gaze is like an arrow, piercing the sky.

We haven’t fought yet, why should I be timid!

Although I am as weak as an ant, I do not try to drink up the sea. As long as I climb to the other side, this is victory.

Weng!

Zhao Chu flicked his sleeve, and a mottled long sword appeared in his palm.

The blade of the sword was covered with spots that looked like rust and decay. He was like a desperate prisoner before being beheaded, covered in scars and insisting on shouting a few more times of dissatisfaction.

Boom!

The Golden Rat King smiled contemptuously.

He put his hands behind his back, and with just a thought, the space was torn apart.

Ten punches.

The fist shadow formed by the gathering of ten air masses lightly blasted towards Zhao Chu's chest. A halo of light spread out, like a pool of stagnant water, which was smashed into a huge boulder.

No, it's ten huge rocks.

From the perspective of the outside world, the space where Zhao Chu is located is really the same as the ripples on the lake, except that the speed of diffusion is dozens of times slower.

puff!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Zhao Chu used his sword as a shield to block in front of him.

With just the first punch, the withered sword was like a willow branch under a strong wind, bent to the limit, buzzing like an overwhelmed long bow.

Zhao Chu spurted out a mouthful of blood and was injured.

Boom boom boom boom!

Next, the remaining nine punches came one after another, and Zhao Chu was like a living target in the martial arts arena, and was instantly blasted to pieces.

Those terrifying fist rays are ten thousand times more terrifying than arrows.

In a space of one foot, time still passes so slowly.

A few feet away from Zhao Chu, the mountains suddenly opened, like open wounds, which was horrifying.

The force that blasted away the mountains was the aftermath that penetrated Zhao Chu.

It was like the sharp arrow directly penetrated the bull's eye, but the force became more and more powerful, and even completely penetrated the wall behind the bull's eye.

puff!

Zhao Chu's chest collapsed and his whole body was dripping with blood.

He could only hold the withered sword as a crutch to maintain his standing posture.

There are...88 punches left.



outside world!

Ze Yanhua cried until she fainted.

Others were also jealous, but there was nothing they could do.

With only ten punches, Zhao Chu was seriously injured.

Establishing foundation versus Nascent Soul, this is a ridiculous stubborn confrontation.



"Huh? This sword is quite strange. It actually blocked more than half of the force for you."

"I have to praise you. In terms of physical strength, you are the king in the foundation building realm!"

Looking at Zhao Chu lightly, the golden rat demon chuckled, as if praising a baby for finally learning to crawl.



"Come again!"

Turning his palm over, Zhao Chu took three immortal pills in one mouthful.

In a short time, those cracked wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhao Chu's physical strength is not only reflected in strength, but also in unparalleled recovery power. As long as he has a steady source of spiritual power, his recovery speed is a hundred times faster than others.

Whether it was the appearance of the Immortal Base Pill or Zhao Chu's resilience, everyone was shocked again.



Boom!

With a cold snort, the sky was once again penetrated by criss-crossing ripples.

Ten punches!

Like a terrifying horse pulled out by an arrow through the sky, the air was torn into torn rags.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

There was a loud noise, and behind Zhao Chu, there were terrifying potholes everywhere shaken by the strong wind and waves.

This is just the aftermath of the air wave penetrating Zhao Chu.

78 punches left!

All of Zhao Chu's ribs were broken, his chest was like a deep pit, and his internal organs were all misplaced.

The messy hair was stained with blood and danced in the air.

Zhao Chu was on the verge of collapse. Under this round of bombardment, his injuries were three points worse, but he had not fallen down yet.



"Your abilities are beyond my imagination. If I don't kill you today, no one knows how far you will grow in ten years!"

Seeing that even 20 punches failed to kill Zhao Chu, the Golden Rat Emperor slowly narrowed his eyes.

Under these 20 punches, even in the golden elixir realm, he should be dead!

"How much of my ability can you see?"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and a ferocious smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Chu's mouth.

at the same time.

The third round of bombardment also came from all directions.

The true understanding of humanity!

The ultimate sword!

cut!

Zhao Chu's pupils froze, and the 20,000-pound withered sword rose from the ground.

Failure to defend and counterattack.

Facing Yuanying, Zhao Chu drew his sword head-on for the first time.

The sword curtain opened a half-moon arc in the air, and the 10 transparent fist shadow ripples were half blocked by the sword arc.

But to no avail.

After the fifth punch, the sword curtain collapsed.

Starting from the 6th punch, Zhao Chu's body was beaten into a sieve, with blood holes everywhere.

The 30th punch landed!

Zhao Chu bent over, but his broken body was still standing stubbornly, like a sapling in a storm.

He is not dead yet.

"Nascent Soul is really strong."

Zhao Chu smiled bitterly in his heart.

It was only 30 punches, and he was already seriously injured.

There are 68 punches left.

The withered sword kept buzzing and trembling in Zhao Chu's hand. It was exhausted and could not hold on.

Yuan Langtian said at the beginning that Ku Jian had some simple thoughts.

When faced with an existence that can destroy itself, the withered sword will fall into a self-protection mechanism and sink directly into Zhao Chu's dantian.

This is also Yuan Langtian's selfish intention.

The existence of Withered Sword is to unify the northern realm and fight against the thousand-year disaster. He definitely does not want Fa Bao to perish.

"Old friend, stay with me for ten more punches!"

A wisp of blood from the corner of his mouth gathered into a blood line, which seemed to be a bloody bridge leading to death, draining Zhao Chu's life force.

The ten punches in the fourth round came in an instant.

At this moment, Zhao Chu's palm was firmer than ever before.

The withered sword felt the will of its master and no longer trembled.



outside world!

Everyone was dumbfounded and felt incredible.

Zhao Chu withstood the Nascent Soul's attack for 30 times and was still standing. This kind of strength simply surpassed many golden elixirs.

But it's normal.

Zhao Chu has already demonstrated his ability to kill Jin Dan before.

It's such a shame that the sun is shining brightly.



"I deduced the quicksand in Zhao Chu's life clock, and it's not optimistic!"

At this time, Emperor Wu Mu Xia Xiansheng flicked his sleeves. Suddenly, a green light illuminated the sun and the moon. Within the light curtain, a huge transparent ancient bell was revealed. Inside the ancient bell, there were many black sands.

.

These black sands are constantly leaking from the bottom of the ancient clock, leaking toward the abyss and toward death.

These quicksands are Zhao Chu's vitality.

As long as the black sand is completely empty, Zhao Chu's life will be declared over.

"Holy Spawn?"

"Xia Xiansheng's vitality can be used to deduce a person's vitality and has never failed."

"That's right, if the black sand inside the Holy Seed dries up, even if you are Nascent Soul, you will definitely die... He once deduced the death of Emperor Minglong, and he was right!"

Everyone was talking a lot.

The appearance of the Holy Seed also completely announced Zhao Chu's life countdown to everyone's eyes.

Within the Holy Seed, more than half of Zhao Chu's quicksand of life has been swallowed up by the fear in the void.



Boom!

At this time, the fourth round of ten punches came down.

The landslide and the earth are cracking, but I remain firm and motionless!

The sky collapses, I walk against the wind!

Zhao Chu once again used a miracle to prove an ant's tenacious persistence in life!

The 40th punch landed!

Zhao Chu was half-kneeling on the ground, with one arm bent at a weird angle and completely deformed.

Fortunately!

He is not dead yet.

Everyone raised their heads, and in the light curtain above, the black sand in the Holy Seed passed away at a sudden speed.

Zhao Chu's life force was deprived of another large piece.

The house leaked and it rained all night.

The withered sword in Zhao Chu's palm also buzzed and trembled, and then disappeared without a trace.

Withstood 40 punches from Yuanying.

The self-protection mechanism of the withered sword was triggered, and it would break with another blow. Even though it tried its best, there was nothing Zhao Chu could do!

If the withered sword could have a strength of 500,000 kilograms, it would not be afraid of Nascent Soul at all. Unfortunately, like Zhao Chu, it is just a baby at the moment and is still too weak.

"Humph, little thief, the sword is gone, what else can you use to resist?"

Regarding the withered sword, the golden rat demon felt extraordinary, and he even felt a hint of danger for no reason.

At this moment, the withered sword finally disappeared!

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Zhao Chu swallowed a few more pills and stood up again.

"snort!"

In the stunned eyes of the whole world, ten more punches fell mercilessly.

Many people's breathing has stopped.

Without that sword, what else could Zhao Chu use to resist.

Jin Cangluo blocked Duan Xuehan and others' rescue, with a sneer on his face.

After all calculations, this Zhao Chu is finally going to die.

"Huh?"

Unfortunately, in the next breath, his sneer was fixed on his face.

Yuanqi!

He felt a terrifying elemental aura.

The source of the breath is in the golden rat demon's momentary domain circle.

The aura of this elemental weapon... belongs to Zhao Chu.



Seeing the ten fist beams that destroyed the heaven and earth coming, Zhao Chu held three Tianyuan treasure fragments in his palm.

In an instant, the fragments burst into flames.

combustion!

combustion!

combustion!

Zhao Chu was roaring in his heart, like a cornered animal. Even if he died, he would die with the dignity of a king.

"Monument of No Regrets!"

"The Tiangang Sword's...Integrity!"

Without the withered sword, Zhao Chu's face was stern, and his pupils were filled with hysterical madness.

He grasped the void in his palm and slowly pulled out a transparent sword from the void.

The blade of the sword is simple, but it is full of upright and upright spirit.

On the sword body, countless names of heroes are densely engraved.

The sword blade flickered, and endless souls of integrity rose into the sky, like locusts all over the sky, gathering into a thick curtain of sword arcs.

Green light flashes, this is a rule formed by the convergence of faith and heroic souls.

"Heroes, help me survive this disaster!"

Boom!

The terrifying bombardment finally fell again.

All of a sudden, there was a harsh buzzing sound, like someone scratching porcelain with fingernails, making people's scalp numb.

Endless names, like moths flying toward the flame, swept towards the ten fists.

Under the terrifying bite of locusts, the seven fist lights disappeared into thin air.

And the last three punches also shattered the Tiangang Sword that Zhao Chu burned out again.

Tiangang Sword!

It was a blow from Nascent Soul.

The 50th punch landed!

Zhao Chu's seven orifices were bleeding, and his eye sockets were bursting with seas of blood.

He looked at the Golden Rat King ferociously, and his bloody eyes seemed to be roaring like a weak person roaring at a strong person: I am still alive.

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