Even though several powerful pseudo-sages tried their best and used all their methods, they still couldn't stop Wu Minggang's fierce and ruthless killing. In just a few moments, he died!
"Devil!"
The eyes of the powerful pseudo-sage of the Mo family were blood red, and his mind was unstable, almost as if he was possessed by a demon. However, he still held on to his last breath and made dazzling seals with his hands.
"roar!"
The saint-level puppet looked up to the sky and howled angrily, holding its shield high. There was a buzzing sound all over its body, and countless runes containing indescribable magic emerged, blooming with unparalleled brilliance.
"Oh!"
As Wu Ming chuckled, a light flashed between his eyebrows, his body swayed, and for a moment he landed on the head of the holy puppet, tapping his feet lightly.
Buzz!
In an instant, unparalleled power surged around his body, like a volcanic eruption. The holy puppet seemed to have dropped to freezing point, becoming silent and motionless for an instant.
"you……"
The powerful pseudo-sage of the Mohist family had his eyes bursting with tears, and anger filled his chest, but he was helpless, and even endless sadness emerged in his heart.
How could he not know that if he died here, the puppet of the Mo family's holy-level mechanism, which was the master of the Mo family and the master of the Moh family, would definitely fall into Wu Ming's hands.
Therefore, I would rather self-destruct at the last moment, even if I can't die with Wu Ming, at least I can hurt Wu Ming.
It's a pity that Wu Ming's creation of the gods' perdition was so miraculous that it instantly erased the spiritual connection between him and the saint-level puppets.
Even if he wanted to annihilate his soul, he couldn't do it!
But when Wu Mingxiang, the pseudo-sage strongman of the Mo family, waved slightly, he lifted the fishing rod as if in an understatement, and then he took a twisted and uncertain soul into his palm, then casually sent it to the center of his eyebrows, where he was swallowed up by the silver-gray snake shadow.
"good!"
Wu Ming raised his sword eyebrows, woke up for a moment, and pointed at the motionless saint-level puppet.
roar!
The saint-level puppet's whole body trembled slightly, its runes flashed, and it suddenly raised its head and howled angrily. Although its movements were still a bit jerky, it was completely under its control.
Soul-catching and soul-searching were completed in a matter of seconds, which all demonstrated the power of Wu Ming's secret technique of Soul Dao!
"Amazing, I am indeed not as good as you!"
The pale-faced Wang Xuance looked steadily at Wu Ming. His starry eyes were slightly dim, but there was no hatred or anger. Instead, he looked a little lonely and regretful. He said sincerely, "I hope... you can really put things right!"
At this moment, Wang Xuance only regretted that he could not show what he had learned!
Although he is not as good as Wu Ming, or even far behind, Wang Xuance is still one of the most outstanding geniuses among the ancient Chinese people.
There is no doubt about this, otherwise it would not be possible for him to appear here, and he would not be qualified to fight against Wu Ming.
It has to be said that fate plays tricks on people, and they are born at the wrong time!
"Don't worry, we'll see you soon!"
Wu Ming looked indifferent and said meaningfully.
"Oh!"
Wang Xuance laughed and shook his head, thinking it was a joke, and turned into ashes and disappeared.
Buzz!
When the last person died, the Holy Martial War caused the dragon and tiger's light and shadow to reappear, changing its direction, covering all directions, causing the heaven and earth to shake.
"Hmph, let me tell you, let them join together, do you really think that I am your chess piece?"
Wu Ming's eyes flashed fiercely, he roared sharply, raised his hand and clapped it.
Roar!
Dragons roared and tigers roared, the heaven and earth were shaken, and the world changed. An unparalleled force fell from the sky, like an iron rope, strangling Wu Ming.
Buzz!
In an instant, Wu Ming was wrapped around him and contracted inward at an extremely fast speed. This force was more than ten times stronger than the life-threatening entanglement of the pseudo-sage of the vicious tree.
Crunch!
Almost at the moment of arrival, the void wall made an overwhelming, creepy and horrifying sound, causing Wu Ming's immortal golden body to react spontaneously, and boundless dark gold runes emerged to resist the consuming power of its rules.
This scene left everyone around stunned. Wu Ming, who was clearly in a good situation, why did he have to do this? Is he out of his mind?
But no matter what Wu Ming thought, as far as they were concerned, since Wu Ming dared to take action, he was provoking the Holy Martial War Order and flouting the rules.
If it is obliterated by the rules, that would be the best thing.
Even if they can't, they can still be severely injured, and their next actions will naturally be beneficial without any harm.
After each battle, Wu Ming's strength really shocked everyone.
Including the newly-canonized Zhao Shuhang, who no longer has a chance of winning, he finally understands that the reason why Wu Ming was able to reach this point and kill his teacher, Lao Jijiu, was by no means just relying on conspiracy and calculation, but because of his true strength!
Only with overwhelming, even overwhelming strength, there is no need to care about trivial details!
Even if you have all kinds of schemes, I will defeat them with my own strength!
This is the true portrayal of Wu Ming now, and he has indeed done so, just as he is now fighting against the rules contained in the Holy Martial War Order.
"How dare you do something wrong with a mere dead thing?"
Wu Ming's eyes widened, revealing a fierce light. As the dark golden runes flickered around his body, an immortal golden body with three heads and six arms suddenly appeared, forcibly opening the seal of the power of rules.
"Open it for me!"
Amidst the fierce roar, it seemed as if a gap had appeared in the heaven and earth. The mighty power of the rules, which was enough to severely damage or even obliterate the power of the Holy Realm, was suddenly stretched open and appeared to be rolled back.
Roar!
The dragon and tiger are like dragons and tigers, roaring towards the sky, but they are retreating steadily, and anyone can take it, which means that they lack confidence.
The dignified Holy Martial War Order is actually timid!
Why?
Could it be that just because the power is strong, the rules can be retreated, so why should the rules be used?
No matter how strong Wu Ming is, he can't be stronger than the power of rules formed by the belief of countless warriors who have fought under his supervision since the Holy Martial War Order was refined into treasures by the ancient power of heaven, right?
But in fact, Shengwu Battle Order was really timid, and he really obeyed Wu Ming's order and opened the martial arts platform.
Who would have thought that all things have spirits and treasures choose their owners.
Even though Wu Ming was not selected as the main character in the Holy Martial War Order, this treasure was ultimately made due to the power of human faith and is extremely spiritual.
From Wu Ming, this treasure felt an inestimable power of destruction. Even the power of rules, which is said to be eternal, is in danger of extinction under this power of destruction.
So, I simply gave in!
This treasure is hidden here, or in other words, it was suppressed here by the unparalleled God of War. It has been silent for countless years. It never wants to be buried in nothingness and suffers the torture of the darkness.
If this continues, without the infusion of the power of faith, even if the power of rules in this treasure will not diminish, its own power will decline to the point of almost disintegration.
"snort!"
Wu Ming glared coldly, his eyes like lightning, and slowly swept across the fighting stage. Hundreds of figures gradually solidified, his whole body trembling, and his hair standing on end.
It was not fear, but excitement. One hundred and sixty million pores expanded, and an indescribable excitement swept through the whole body.
At this time, none of the powerful people from all races on the ground spoke. They looked at Wu Ming with different expressions. No one acted rashly, and they were even a little confused about the situation.
Is Wu Ming stupid?
Throughout his life, he seemed to be doing stupid things.
From the time he first entered China, he had repeatedly made shocking moves, all of which went against the strong man who, to Wu Ming at that time, was like a man of heaven, step by step in the opposite direction.
Sail against the current, if you don’t advance, you will retreat!
This is a simple truth that even a three-year-old naughty child understands. How could Wu Ming not understand it?
But instead of being knocked down by the countercurrent, he moved forward step by step, carrying the torrent until he stood on the top of China!
All this shows that not only is he not stupid, but he is extremely smart.
Otherwise, it is impossible to grow in adversity again and again. Even if there is an element of luck, who can guarantee that you will always have this luck?
Go against the will of heaven!
For no reason, everyone's hearts trembled, thinking of all these warriors, and even all of them, when they were practicing martial arts since childhood, they often had lofty ideals in their hearts, but never dared to express them in their mouths!
On the other hand, Wu Ming, although he always said that he was 'doing justice for heaven', his actions were not against heaven's will.
It’s just that the sky is different!
"Since the beginning of chaos in ancient times, and since ancient times, there has been no Chaos Demon God in the world!"
Suddenly, Zhao Shuhang's expression became extremely serious, and he stared at Wu Mingdao, "Your background is so rich that it is outrageous, it can be said to be unprecedented, and it is not tolerated by heaven and earth.
Therefore, you want to use us as a whetstone to help you break through the shackles of heaven and earth, reach the pinnacle of the holy path, and transform into the Chaos Demon God!"
"What?"
"How is this possible?"
"How can a person cultivate the way of the Chaos Demon God?"
Everyone was shocked and exclaimed in disbelief.
It can be seen that Zhao Shuhang is so serious about his matter, but they can't help but not believe it. After all, Zhao Shuhang is a powerful person in the holy realm and a proud son of heaven trained by the temples. It is reasonable to know more secrets than ordinary people.
Moreover, the two pseudo-sage powerhouses who had been vaguely seen before worked hard to get a chance. Not only did they give away the Yin-Yang Mirror, but they also revealed some secrets about Wu Ming.
Among them, there seemed to be the Chaos Demon God, but it was a pity that before he could finish speaking, he was obliterated by the power of rules contained in the Holy Martial War Order!
"Do you think you are qualified to be my king's whetstone?"
Wu Ming said calmly.
Zhao Shuhang's eyes narrowed slightly. Although he was despised, instead of getting angry, he became more solemn than ever before.
Because, based on his understanding of Wu Ming, this rhetorical question revealed unspeakable contempt, and the other party even disdained to lie.
What does this mean?
If so many powerful people joining forces are not a whetstone, then what is?
Involuntarily, Zhao Shuhang turned his gaze and landed on the empty place behind the brilliance of the Holy Martial War Order, on the high platform guarded by billions of military souls.
If there really is a whetstone, I am afraid it is only the unparalleled god of war who committed suicide in the Middle Ages!
Although Zhao Shuhang is confident and even proud, he is not arrogant enough to be able to compete with such beings.
"Huh...it's useless to say more. Everyone, either you die today or I die. If you want to get out alive, it depends on your own abilities!"
Zhao Shuhang exhaled a long breath, expelled all distracting thoughts from his mind, and slowly pulled out a long sword that reflected the boundless mountains and looked like it was made of billions of books.
Shushan Sword, the most precious treasure of Confucianism, the treasure inherited from Jixia Academy!
Not only that, the folding fan in Zhao Shuhang's hand is another treasure inherited from Jixia Academy - the Sea Fan!
It is precisely because of the two holy treasures in hand that Zhao Shuhang was able to enter the true dragon's relics, obtain the unparalleled war god's relics, and thus break through the realm and become a saint.
Old Jijiu may have expected this, so he gave Zhao Shuhang two treasures to protect him. He would rather sacrifice his life to continue the inheritance. (To be continued)