In an instant, there were screams and angry shouts in the arena, limbs and arms were broken, and blood and flesh were flying everywhere.
This is not a fight at all, it is clearly a one-sided ruthless killing!
Whether it is the Dragon Clan that claims to be born to be an emperor, or the tiger demon that roars proudly in the mountains, or the ferocious tree that is born with a different species, or the Phoenix Clan that possesses the immortality of Nirvana, in Wu Ming's hands, they are like toys and can be torn apart easily.
repression.
In just half a cup of tea, there were only four powerful monsters covered in blood in the field, one fake holy dragon, one fake holy tiger monster, one fake holy phoenix, and one fake holy evil tree!
Although he is still alive, facing the ferocious and decisive Wu Ming, he has already half stepped into the gate of hell!
"Human race, how dare you kill my race like this..."
The false saint of the evil tree was holding a green-gold spear and shouted angrily, but anyone could see that his expression was fierce but his heart was filled with anger.
"How dare you threaten me with a pile of rotten wood?"
Wu Ming smiled solemnly, his body flashed with lightning, and he stepped forward in an instant. He raised his right hand and slashed like a knife.
But with a muffled sound, a withered arm like a dead branch flew away. The evil tree's pseudo-sage roared and retreated. His eyes were filled with horror. The body of the wood god that he was so proud of could not withstand Wu Ming's palm at all.
A strike of the knife.
"Kill him!"
At the critical moment of life and death, under the fatal threat, the vicious tree pseudo-sage was aroused. The moment he stepped back, it merged with the spear in his hand and turned into a vine, which twisted up like a poisonous snake like lightning.
Buzz!
In an instant, Wu Ming was entangled and tightly wrapped, despite the crunching sound of the incomparable huge impact, but he was still entangled for life.
"Come die!"
The real dragon and the false saint roared angrily, and a dark black iron hammer like a hill, carrying the force of wind and thunder, smashed towards Wu Ming.
"roar……"
The tiger demon pseudo-sage transformed into a half-human, half-demon form. When he waved his claws, he brought up an endless storm of sharp blades and swept towards Wu Ming's heart.
"cracking!"
The false saint of the Phoenix tribe directly turned into a ball of red-gold flames, which completely enveloped Wu Ming. The phoenix fire, which was enough to melt gold and turn iron, even the best Taoist tools could be burned, licked the surface of Wu Ming's body, causing the dark golden Sanskrit words to suddenly appear.
Bright and dark.
The four demonic pseudo-saints launched a deadly attack without any reservation, displaying power that was enough to change the color of the Holy Realm, forcing them to avoid the edge for the time being.
At this time, Wu Ming was trapped by the pseudo-sage body of the evil tree, and it was difficult to use his hands and feet. The real dragon struck with wind and thunder, the tiger demon ripped out his heart and body, and the phoenix fire burned his essence and spirit. It was extremely dangerous.
Everyone who saw this scene held their breath and prayed secretly.
It's a pity that nine out of ten things in this world are unsatisfactory. What's more, if Wu Ming died so easily, he wouldn't be alive now!
Boom!
In an instant, countless demonic lights of various colors surged up, dragons roared and tigers roared, phoenixes roared into the sky, and the towering ancient trees bloomed with their last vitality. The tree crowns shone like a canopy covering the sky, drowning the demon-like figure.
boom!
But just when all the brilliance burst out to the extreme, it suddenly turned inward, as if something had absorbed all the power in an instant, and poured it out in an instant at the next moment.
"roar……"
The screams and roars of despair, accompanied by a huge broken body, flew out like a rag bag and stopped abruptly.
There were even shriveled corpses, twisted and curled up, and scattered outwards.
Bang!
A thin but tall figure as tall as a mountain slowly emerged from the red gold flames. The vines wrapped around its body broke apart inch by inch like gold and iron, turning into flying ash.
“Good wine!”
Wu Ming's right hand was shaped like a wine cup, and the furnace of heaven and earth was transformed into the size of a wine cup. It was condensed between the curled thumb and index finger. It contained a brilliance like fire and blood. He raised his head and drank it all.
"You dare!"
The strong man from the Phoenix tribe outside made his angry voice a bit sharper, and the swaying flames rose up, lingering around the sky, earth, and sky, and actually passed through the Chu River and Han realms, causing a bit of heat to rise in a trance inside.
Without it, what Wu Ming drank was not wine, but the true blood of the Phoenix Clan!
For Wu Ming, what is the difference between the true blood containing the origin of fire and the strongest treasure wine in the world?
Killing people can only be done with a nod, but what Wu Ming did was provoking the Feng clan, and even forging an undying grudge!
Not to mention the always proud Feng Clan, any other ethnic group would be outraged by it.
"call……"
Wu Ming let out a long breath and glanced at the Holy Martial War Order with an indifferent expression. He turned a blind eye to the mottled scars on his body and said indifferently, "This is very boring. Let them do it together."
Even though the four false saints joined forces and gave him a final fatal blow, they did leave scars on his body, but in the end they were just superficial injuries.
Not to mention the immortal power of the immortal golden body, even the self-contained magical power Bodhi Divine Light could recover in a moment, and Wu Ming couldn't even do it if he expended some energy.
All we can say is that the gap between the two parties cannot be calculated based on mere speculation!
Buzz!
Before he finished speaking, the Shengwu War Order was changed again, and the fighting elephant looked up to the sky and roared, releasing immeasurable brilliance, making the light and shadow in the realm of Chu, He and Han flicker endlessly.
What was different from the past was that this time the brilliance flickered not only for a longer time, but also there were some obvious changes.
"Yes, those old guys still have some tricks up their sleeves, but you are not stupid enough to lose to a dead man!"
Wu Ming gave a cold expression, stood with his hands behind his hands, and looked indifferently at the flickering figures in the Han world opposite.
"Wu Ming, you killed innocent people indiscriminately, acted against the will, and brought trouble to China. Today is the day you die!"
Among the people who had not yet fully appeared in the shadows, there was a slightly tall figure, pointing his halberd and glaring angrily, shouting angrily.
Wu Ming's eyes swept across the opposite side indifferently, ignoring the tall middle-aged man from the Mo family, and fell on one of the old women, "Sword Rakshasa!"
"brute!"
Sword Rakshasa looked at Wu Ming with a sinister look, as if he wanted to peel off his skin and devour him alive, and shouted sternly, "That hypocrite Lu Jiuyuan actually taught you such a thing..."
"die!"
Wu Ming's eyebrows flashed and he uttered one word coldly.
"Small……"
The expression of the strong man from the Mo family changed drastically, but before he finished speaking, he felt a chill all over his body, and with his spiritual consciousness, a breath around him suddenly disappeared.
He slightly turned his stiff neck and turned his head to look, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes were full of shock.
Sword Rakshasa, who was a half-saint at the peak of his powers, had reached the pinnacle of his swordsmanship, and vaguely touched the origin of swordsmanship. He was comparable to a false saint, but he died so silently!
"Divine Knife!"
“What you say means what you say!”
The expressions of several pseudo-saints in the crowd changed drastically. They did not hesitate to activate their life-saving trump cards that they usually would not use easily. They were extremely fearful and even stared at Wu Ming in horror.
Others don't know if they noticed the power contained in the hit just now, but several powerful pseudo-sages felt it clearly. It was not only the supreme inheritance of Shenyi Sect, but also the inexhaustible following of Legalism's words.
Up the power!
Even though they had exchanged various information about Wu Ming with each other and knew that the other party had secretly learned the inheritance of Shenyi Sect, how could he have such terrifying power?
You must know that the strength of the Sword Rakshasa may only be comparable to that of the False Saint, but its swordsmanship is extremely sharp and indestructible.
Even the Shenyi Sword, the supreme inheritance of the Shenyi Sect, should not have such terrifying power to kill with one strike against such a strong swordsman with an incomparable determination, a soul like a sword, and a restrained edge.
But Wu Ming not only did it, but he also did it without any hesitation. He even... didn't care about the origin dispute between the mother and daughter of Sword Rakshasa and Lu Jiuyuan.
"The old gangster who doesn't know how to live or die!"
Wu Ming looked coldly, as if he had done an insignificant thing, and looked at everyone indifferently, and then his eyes fell on one of them, "Brother Wang, after a long separation, are you okay?"
"cough!"
Wang Xuance coughed dryly, his handsome face was full of unnaturalness that could not be concealed. He held the folding fan with great caution, and he could almost see the whitened joints. He cupped his fists and saluted, "Brother Wu, why do you need to carry out this senseless killing? You know
, not all people who come to Kunlun Mountain want to be your enemy, you..."
"Brother Wang wants to talk about himself, right?"
Wu Ming said calmly.
Wang Xuance lowered his head suddenly, not knowing what to say.
"If my prediction is correct, Xiao Baiyi should have warned you not to get involved in this matter, but it's a pity..."
Wu Ming shook his head indifferently, his voice turning cold.
"Brother Wu, is there really no room for maneuver?"
Wang Xuance didn't answer, his face said everything. After a short moment of silence, he made his last effort.
In fact, not only him, but also Yuan Shenji and Xie Donghua, aren't they like this?
Unfortunately, it was too late to wake up!
When they appeared in the Kunlun Mountains, they were destined to be enemies with Wu Ming, and only one of them could make it down the Kunlun Mountains alive.
The current Wu Ming is no longer the same as before, and he no longer thinks about being in the same world with these people who are hostile to him.
The chaos of the Demonic Tribulation, the plans of the Holy Ancestor, and the layout of the heavens are all beyond his scope of consideration!
After all these people are dead, there will naturally be successors.
If you can't resist it, then you will die. There is nothing to regret!
This is Wu Ming now!
"Let's take action and let me see how far you have cultivated Xuanhuang Tiance in the past few years!"
Wu Ming clasped his right hand behind his back and glanced at Wang Xuance indifferently. His eyes fell on the people of the Mo family, and there was a hint of disdain in his expression, "Didn't the Mo family bring two holy-level puppet soldiers? Take them out and let me learn from them. The Mo family
What’s so surprising about the non-attack!”
"Everyone, things here are already very difficult to improve. Don't hold on to any luck. If we don't kill this devil, we will die without mercy. I am afraid that the human race of China will be in trouble from now on!"
The Mohist pseudo-sage's face darkened. He already knew how powerful Wu Ming was. He was not angry because of Wu Ming's contemptuous attitude. Instead, he was extremely cautious.
boom!
Before he finished speaking, a shield-wielding giant about ten feet tall, like a black iron tower, appeared next to him. Just standing there gave people a sense of majesty, like an abyss or a mountain.
Although the surface of the body shines with a metallic luster, except for the body shape, it is almost the same as the human race, but the power is too strong, as if the saint is coming in person.
It is the Mohist saint-level puppet warrior with unparalleled defensive power, which is comparable to the holy defensive treasure, and can even defeat the might of the holy realm! (To be continued)