The first thousand six hundred and forty-two chapters
Looking at Wu Ming walking slowly, Zizhong Huai, no matter how stupid he was, even if he was distracted by the power of the inner demon, he still vaguely realized that all of this was related to the person in front of him.
But the pride of being a powerful person in the Holy Realm did not allow him to admit that he would be plotted by a Semi-Saint, and he had been his prey before!
But reality keeps reminding him that what he thinks is true, and even if he doesn't want to admit it, he can't change the facts!
"As expected of the saint of the Ziyue clan, his heart burned into his soul, he was seriously injured, and he was able to wake up with his bloodline talent!"
Wu Ming sighed in admiration, but his expression was indescribably calm, and his eyes were as bright as stars, as if he were looking at a prey that was struggling to its death.
Although I was surprised by the resilience of the opponent's soul, it was also expected.
No matter what, Zizhong Huai is a powerful person in the holy realm. If he died so easily, he would not be alive today!
"Hmph, how can you, a mere ant, know that the heroic spirits of our ancestors can protect our descendants?"
Zi Zhonghuai stood up boldly, and his stern eyes fell on a strange flame burning out of thin air in Wu Ming's hand. It was obviously blood black, but emitted a lavender light. He could clearly feel the familiar fluctuations emanating from it, and his expression became more obvious.
He said ferociously, "You are indeed related to the inner demon clan, no, you have the inheritance of the Silver Gray Snake!"
Previously, he had seen the secret traces of inner demons that were closely related to the silver-gray snake through the quicksands of time at that relic location. He had some guesses in his mind.
Seeing Wu Ming act openly and unabashedly using his inner demon secret skills again confirmed what he had thought before.
That weird flame is clearly fueled by your own blood, and it draws your mind through the inner demon secret technique!
Such a method is impossible to guard against, and it is undoubtedly from the inner demon clan!
"It's smart, but it's a pity... you won't have a chance to spread the word!"
Wu Ming nodded slightly, admitted frankly, and suddenly the five fingers of his right hand came together.
puff!
In an instant, the blood flames suddenly dissipated, and there were countless invisible threads, causing ripples in the void and spreading towards the purple pagoda tree.
"It's a small trick, you're just a half-saint, who gave you the courage to show it in front of me..."
Zi Zhonghuai exposed himself to the cold sun, and the dim full moon pattern on the center of his eyebrows suddenly flashed, then completely extinguished, no longer shining, causing his complexion to suddenly change, "How is that possible?"
"Nothing is impossible!"
Wu Ming's eyes were like lightning, his body flashed slightly, he was in front of Zi Zhong Huai in an instant, and he shook his hand and struck out with the green dragon's probing claw, "You who have been corrupted by inner demons in your holy soul have long since betrayed the Zi Yue clan. You are protected by the heroic spirits of your ancestors.
Once upon a time, you just gave me shelter for the sake of your bloodline."
"Asshole!"
Zi Zhonghuai shouted angrily, and struck out with a palm.
boom!
The two palms faced each other, and there was no splash of light energy, but there was an invisible light wave, accompanied by a roar, overflowing to the sky and the earth.
In an instant, the entire cave where the two of them were hiding collapsed, and a radius of dozens of miles was blown away.
Kick, kick, kick!
Amidst the sound of footsteps like beating drums, a figure flew back in a slightly embarrassed manner, and the smoke and dust were billowing from the impact. It was Wu Ming.
"throat!"
Wu Ming groaned, covering his chest with his right hand, his eyebrows deeply furrowed, blood stains appeared on the corners of his mouth, and his face suddenly turned pale. Although he quickly recovered as usual, he had obviously suffered internal injuries.
"Something like an ant dares to offend this saint. He should be punished!"
Zi Zhonghuai flew out of the smoke and looked at Wu Ming with extremely cold eyes.
But after realizing that Wu Ming's internal organs were only shaken, the surge of Qi and blood intensified, and there were no more unnecessary injuries, his already gloomy complexion suddenly turned gloomy.
Although it is true that he is the weakest Holy Realm power, and now he has been seriously injured, he is still a Holy Realm power!
A mere half-saint, and obviously not at the peak of his powers, slapped me with all his strength, but he was only slightly injured with little impact?
My dear ancestors, this is not a joke!
"Severely injured, the crossbow is at the end, and the remaining strength is only 40% at most!"
Wu Ming smiled happily, showing his red teeth, slowly stretched out his hand, gestured with three fingers, and closed them together into a fist, and said calmly, "Suppress the injury so that it does not get worse, and remove 10% of it first.
The fire in the heart enters the soul, and the pain of confusion is added to the body, and it will go away again!
The clan pattern is extinguished, the talent is no longer there, and another ten percent has been lost.
You now have at least 10% of your strength at your peak!"
Yes, Wu Ming now has a three-level god refinement and a six-turn golden body, a semi-holy body, and faces a holy power with only 10% of his strength left!
"With 10% strength, I will kill you like a dog!"
Zizhong Huai's face was extremely cold, but his heart was extremely horrified.
Because what Wu Ming said was exactly what he estimated, and he seemed to know himself better than he did.
What is this concept?
Observe everything clearly and hold the pearl of wisdom!
A deep chill surged out of my heart for no apparent reason and instantly filled my whole body.
Zi Zhonghuai shivered and finally woke up.
After receiving information about Wu Ming before, I used to disdain it and thought that Wu Ming just happened to have the opportunity and achieved such amazing results due to luck. It was so shallow and even ridiculous.
As the saying goes, there is no such thing as a dishonest person under a great reputation!
It’s not that Zi Zhonghuai doesn’t understand this truth, but due to his deepening obsession over the years, he has long been blinded and refuses to say anything. Furthermore, Wu Ming’s cultivation is too deceptive!
I’m afraid anyone who reads it will scoff and think it’s too exaggerated!
Who would have thought that not only was it not an exaggeration, but it was biased because the person who compiled the information also had the same thoughts.
Even though everything that happened was recorded truthfully, there was contempt and disapproval in his words.
This gave Zizhong Huai an illusion, causing him to not pay enough attention to this prey!
But now, the relationship between the prey and the hunter has reversed, and his true identity has been revealed!
How not to make Zi Zhonghuai feel cold?
"Heh...huh!"
Wu Ming smiled softly, exhaled a long breath, and his figure suddenly increased several times.
Weng Mama Mami coax!
Like a great bell, tens of thousands of monks chanted and chanted Buddhist scriptures for salvation, and a dark golden Buddha, several feet tall, with three heads and six arms, holding various strange-shaped weapons, appeared.
Tathagata's true form, Mahakala!
"Buddhist magical power!"
Although he noticed the strangeness of this Buddhist golden body, Zizhong Huai still recognized the Buddhist power base that was hated by the demons. With a twitch in the corner of his eye, he pulled out a broken sword and slashed at Wu Ming.
It's not that this broken sword has special power, but that it was interrupted by the black steel saint. The other holy treasures are in ruins. Now there are only a few pieces left, which can barely exert their power!
Moreover, not only was the power greatly reduced, he was even injured so severely that he was unable to exert the true power of the holy treasure, even if it was a defective product.
But again, in his opinion, it is enough to deal with Wu Ming.
After all, it’s just a semi-saint to deal with!
But soon, this semi-saint, whom he regarded as an ant and never looked down upon, taught him a lesson about reality.
Bang!
Just hearing a piercing explosion, the three-headed and six-armed Mahakala held in his hand, which was obviously just a weapon transformed by energy, suddenly held the broken sword with force!
boom!
The invisible air wave swept away with the two people as the center, sweeping dozens of miles in an instant, raising huge amounts of smoke and dust, and stirring up the wind and clouds.
Under the feet of the two of them, things were rolling like an earth dragon, with endless crackling and roaring sounds, and huge cracks appeared, like a bloody mouth trying to choose someone to eat!
"What?"
Zi Zhonghuai's pupils shrank, he exclaimed, and he took half a step back.
Wu Ming, on the other hand, not only withstood the blow, but unlike before, he just wavered his shoulders and then raised the Buddhist soldiers again to kill.
Just like the angry-eyed Vajra, the demon-quenching pestle is fierce and unrivaled, the Bodhidharma sword is brilliant and the power of heaven cannot be violated, and the demon-suppressing alms bowl seals the void.
In an instant, Zizhong Huai felt that there was no way to hide, and he felt as if a mountain was approaching. He felt as if he was stuck in a quagmire, unable to move forward, and had no choice but to pick up the fight.
Boom boom boom!
Violent and terrifying roars came one after another, and the smoke and dust surged like a stormy sea. Although the two figures were obscured, the collision of astonishing power inside could be felt.
boom!
After just a short cup of tea, I don't know how many rounds of fighting, the violent roar suddenly subsided, two figures rolled out of the smoke and dust, kicked to the ground, and plowed a thousand-foot ravine.
What is shocking is that Wu Ming's body as Mahakala has deep sword marks all over his body, and there is also a strange power on it, which constantly corrodes the golden body and destroys everything.
On the other hand, Zizhong Huai, although her hair was disheveled, had no other injuries except for the strange black and gray lines on her body that had not dissipated but had only faded to the point where they were almost invisible.
But if you observe carefully, it is not difficult to find that his arms and legs are trembling slightly and undetectably.
What was particularly shocking was that a trace of bright red blood suddenly spilled out of the corner of his mouth, and there was a hint of shock, anger and pain that could not be concealed in his pupils.
It seems that they are evenly matched, but if you look deeper, you will be shocked to find that Wu Ming, with his semi-saint cultivation level, really fought to a close with a seriously injured holy master!
Different from the past, this time Wu Ming relied entirely on his own strength!
Even if someone sees it with their own eyes, they probably won't believe it. This is too bizarre and beyond the scope of understanding.
"very good!"
Zi Zhonghuai's voice was hoarse, revealing unspeakable anger, but also deep fatigue. He stared at Wu Mingdao, "You are very good, you can push this saint to such a point, even if you take advantage of others' danger." I dislike it, but I have to admit that, looking at the Demon Star Tianyuan, and even all the heavens and worlds, you are the only one!"
"Thank you for the compliment!"
Wu Ming grinned, and at this moment he transformed into Mahakala, an image with three heads and six arms. With this smile, there was even more ferocious and demonic intent!
He can still afford this praise, and there is no need to be modest.
After all, we are all talking about real achievements, there is no way to fake it, and there is no need to hide it!
"Oh!"
Zi Zhonghuai twitched the corner of his mouth and said with a gloomy look, "But don't be complacent. Do you really think that this saint can't do anything to you? It's still too late to retreat now, otherwise... don't blame this saint for not predicting your survival. You can’t die without wishing!”
Wu Ming's pupils shrank, he took a breath, tightened the Buddhist weapon in his hand, and said silently: "I am more interested in what the treasure hunter has hidden in his body!"