A small town, besieged by hundreds of sects, banned by semi-saints, and locked away by holy treasures, everything is a foregone conclusion!
Everyone looked at Zhao Shuhang with burning eyes, and those who had enemies with Wu Ming all showed a look of pleasure.
This nightmare in my heart is finally going to die!
Even if he doesn't die, he will never get ahead and will never appear in front of him again!
"You can't kill me!"
Wu Ming grinned, blood spilled out, and he looked extremely ferocious.
"Why!"
Zhao Shuhang sighed, and pointed the brush in his hand at the center of Wu Ming's eyebrows, where there was already a silver-white brilliance flickering.
boom!
The next moment, terrifying ripples in the space shook. Even as strong as Zhao Shuhang, he was forced to retreat in an instant. The ripples in the surrounding void spread to the surroundings. Wu Ming could vaguely see a sharp sword hanging over his head, like a mountain, and he was trapped in a sea of books!
Those are the two treasures of Jixia Academy - Shushan Sword and Xue Haifan!
The hieroglyphs on the Book Mountain Sword seem to have come to life, turning into mountains and mountains, connected to the sky and the earth, connected to the sea of books, with ups and downs of waves, criss-crossing, and sealing off all the surrounding heaven and earth.
But when the ball of light at the center of Wu Ming's eyebrows came out of his body, it was shocked and rolled back, and countless waves of books collapsed instantly!
"This is……"
Zhao Shuhang's pupils shrank, and the writing brush he tried to reach out seemed to be damaged by the ripples. He couldn't help but quickly take it back, and pointed angrily, "Suppress!"
Buzz!
The Shushan Sword and the Sea Fan are drawn inward to block all the ripples. If not, the entire town will be destroyed.
Everyone present, except for a few semi-saints who have Taoist weapons or rare treasures for protection, probably will not be spared!
"puff!"
Wu Ming's face turned pale, he opened his mouth and spat out a cloud of blood mist, his body trembled violently, and he almost fell to the ground, with a hint of madness in his eyes.
Even the two holy treasures cannot stop the self-destruction power of the Mountain and Sea Boundary Pearl!
The only pity is that all the creatures inside will also be wiped out.
If it were not a desperate situation, Wu Ming would never do this!
But now he is trapped in a dragnet, seriously injured, and riddled with poison. Even the lotus lantern has lost its response. Only in this way can we fight for a glimmer of life!
The Lengyue Sword can't do it, the Nine Tribulations Sword can't do it, not even Void Xu Polangchuan can do it!
"Be bold!"
Zhao Shuhang couldn't see what Wu Ming was going to do. In anger, he pointed out the brush like a sword and pointed it directly at the center of Wu Ming's eyebrows.
But under the ripples of space that are constantly expanding, revealing the cloud shadows of mountains, lakes, and mountains, even if he takes action with all his strength, he cannot cross this short distance of several feet!
"Pearl of mountains and seas!"
As everyone was retreating, someone recognized the treasure-rooted foot. Their exclamations made everyone look horrified, and they immediately felt greedy.
A world of its own, the foundation of a family!
Everyone present is from a powerful family and has a good family background. They naturally know that this object is a rare treasure, and even the saints will fight for it!
But I didn't expect that it would appear in a great master!
Especially the talented and powerful people from the top wealthy families are even more passionate, almost going crazy, and are ready to snatch it at all costs.
If it weren't for the astonishing spatial fluctuations emitted by this treasure, I'm afraid he would have already taken action!
But now, everyone is horrified to discover that even if Zhao Shuhang fully mobilizes the two holy treasures, he can't stop the self-destruction of the Mountain and Sea Boundary Pearl!
Under that brilliant power of heaven, the terrifying power is directly projected into the mind, and a doomsday scene appears like the sky is shattering!
"You have finally come this far!"
Zhao Shuhang, who was shaken back, suddenly stopped writing, and the remaining trace of sadness in his eyes turned into pity and coldness.
It seems that Wu Ming, who wanted to bury everyone, was too disappointed!
"Um?"
Wu Ming seemed to be aware of it, his pupils suddenly shrank, and just as he was about to make a move, he suddenly covered his heart and vomited blood.
Poof!
The tip of the sword came out. The purple sword tip was so familiar. When it moved up and down with Long Miao's spear, it clamped the vital part of the heart, causing more injuries and cutting off most of the meridians.
Wu Ming, who was as determined as Wu Ming, was in a trance at this time. The connection with the Jie Pearl was so weak that it was almost severed!
This sword is the Nine Tribulations Sword obtained from Zizhu Island in the South China Sea!
But he didn't expect that a fatal blow would be given to him at this moment, causing Wu Ming to fall to death!
For a time, out of spiritual self-rescue, the Mountain and Sea Boundary Pearl not only stopped self-exploding, but also showed signs of shrinking.
"Why!"
Zhao Shuhang sighed softly, wrote in mid-air with a solemn look on his face, and said loudly, "Rotten wood cannot be carved!"
The holy way turned into characters, and the wonderful pen blossomed into flowers. In the void, there seemed to be an old Confucian who was compassionate, caring for all people, and tolerant of all things. He sighed and shook his head. He lost confidence in the students next to him. He raised the scroll in his hand and tapped it on Wu Ming's head.
one time!
Wu Ming's mind was greatly shaken, and he felt that the life fire of the nine orifices in his body was dim!
Twice!
The image of the eight meridians melting into the sky has degenerated, like fragile thin ice that will crumble at any time!
Three times!
The soul shrinks and the infinite dharma disappears, making it difficult to carry out the journey!
Wu Ming wanted to resist, but he couldn't think of it. He was like a dying old man who just wanted to wait for death in bed!
Essence, Qi and Shen, the three personal powers, seem to be deprived and suppressed, making it impossible to feel the reality, as if the senses are obscured by an invisible mist!
But in the end, he has an extraordinary will, with nine orifices open at the same time, which is rare in ancient times. The true meaning of his martial arts has reached the point where it has been simplified into complexity, and he is attacking the invisible barrier like crazy!
"One leaf can't see Mount Tai!"
At this moment, Cheng Jingyu suddenly appeared, holding a roll of green bamboo and reciting loudly.
The breeze was blowing, and there seemed to be a chill. The autumn wind was getting colder, and the fallen leaves were fluttering. If you looked carefully, you could see countless words flying out from the bamboo scrolls, turning into pieces of green leaves, straight into Wu Ming's eyes.
Wu Ming felt a coolness in his eyes, no pain or itching, and a wave of comfort swept through his body.
But to outsiders, he seemed to have cataracts or glaucoma, his eyes were covered with a layer of bluish-white light, and a leaf was floating in his pupils!
Only Wu Ming himself can experience the horror of losing his sense of light!
It’s not just the fear of becoming blind in an instant, but also the feeling of being unable to move your mind and being at a loss where you can’t find a way out!
Everything he has learned, his past and present life, everything seems to be blurred in an instant!
But immediately, Wu Ming struggled hard and rushed forward in one direction. The stubbornness in his bones and the madness of not turning back until he hit the south wall made him shake the shackles of the holy way!
"Sit in the well and look at the sky, your eyes are like beans!"
Suddenly, another young man who looked like a scholar came out slowly and read aloud from the holy scroll. It was Wei Jingtang from the middle Tang Dynasty!
This Confucian genius has regret and helplessness in his eyes.
It's not that I feel sorry for Wu Ming, but that I am afraid that I will have to find another way to pursue my holy path.
There is even a hint of relief and happiness!
It seems that after two failures, even as arrogant as he is, he no longer seems so sure whether he can succeed!
Wu Ming, who was running like crazy, felt that he had hit a wall hard. No matter how hard he hit it, he could not break through. It seemed to be the legendary south wall.
But what makes him almost desperate is that he is surrounded by walls on all sides and is actually trapped within a radius of only one place!
"There is still hope!"
Wu Mingzhi looked up at the sky and could see three inches of light, but the wall was slippery and there was nowhere to stay. No matter how persevering he was, he could not jump out of the well.
The most terrifying thing was that the omnipresent power of the Holy Dao kept sweeping over his mind, making even an iron man fall!
When manpower is limited, God’s will is hard to do!
After all, Wu Ming is just a human being. He is mortal and will eventually run out of strength!
But he doesn't want to give up. His lifelong dream has not yet been successful, there is still unfinished business, and the blood feud has not been avenged. How can he give up?
"Man can conquer heaven!"
Wu Ming went crazy.
But in this crazy mood, his will seems to have undergone a qualitative change, which actually makes him get closer and closer to the wellhead, and there is a hint of a Chinese dragon taking off!
The expressions of Zhao Shuhang, Cheng Jingyu, and Wei Jingtang changed slightly, as if they did not expect that Wu Ming would still be able to resist in such a situation.
"Xi Zi holds my heart!"
At this moment, a bhikshuni with red lips and white teeth, a face like the bright moon, and a scar on her head walked out slowly.
Even though she is wrapped in a loose monk's robe, she can't hide her graceful figure and peerless beauty. She is the former exquisite goddess - Lan Xinhui!
Today’s Buddhist disciple—Hui Yue!
But what is surprising is that the unique skills he displayed were not Buddhist magical powers, but the holy way of illusion!
But when I saw that peerless woman holding her heart in her hands, I felt pity for her. Even though she was as powerful as Zhao Shuhang, I felt a little dazed just by looking at her.
The Shushan Sword and Xuehai Fan buzzed and shook, and they came back to their senses from the confusion, with a hint of fear in their eyes.
The rest of them, such as Cheng Jingyu, Wei Jingtang, etc., also had the treasure in their hands automatically protecting their master and emitting the light of the holy way, allowing them to wake up.
Even so, it’s still after several breaths!
While he retreated in horror, he was full of fear of this woman. However, after seeing Wu Ming, who was struggling endlessly, gradually calming down, and the mountain and sea beads that had expanded several times, also shrinking steadily, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.
It’s really amazing!
If you have not seen it with your own eyes, it is simply unimaginable that someone above the Grand Master can defeat the three major Confucian sacred arts. Even the "Xi Zi Holding the Heart" performed by Lan Xinhui is inseparable from Confucianism.
The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own beauty like jade!
When the Holy Path of Illusion reaches its extreme, it can also confuse the entire world!
Just like Wu Ming now, he rushed towards the wellhead in madness, but felt that the wellhead was getting further and further away. He clearly felt that he was only one step away, but it seemed that he was thousands of feet away.
If anyone could look directly into his mind, he would definitely be able to see that Wu Ming was like a headless fly, spinning around.
In his self-awareness, when he rushes towards the wellhead, he just bumps into walls everywhere!
I'm too tired. Let's take a rest!
Deep in his heart, a soft and motherly voice came to his heart, which made Wu Ming, who was already exhausted, feel warm in his heart. At the same time, he involuntarily obeyed and huddled at the bottom of the well, which was only enough to survive.
Like a wounded cub, it returns to its mother's arms, whimpering and licking its wounds, seeking protection and comfort!
The four-color brilliance wandered around like a chain, surrounding Wu Ming's will, gradually forming a cocoon of light, and tightly trapping it inside.
After a symbolic resistance, Wu Ming just wanted to fall asleep in this warmth. Even if it was just for a while, I would wake up the next moment and continue to look for a way out!
The light at the mouth of the well became lighter and fainter, as if the moon was waning, closing little by little, until purple-green flames flashed, like the sun rising into the sky! (To be continued)