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Chapter 3338: Strong performance

Poof!

When all the statues of the tenth ancestral witch came pouring in, the corpse was caught off guard. He spat out a mouthful of blood, shook his body, and the bones in his body kept rattling, resounding like a symphony.

Shifu also didn't expect that the pressure pouring out from the tenth ancestral witch statue would be so much more terrifying than before.

Now he was holding on a little reluctantly. He really couldn't imagine how terrifying the pressure in this area would be after the eleventh ancestral witch statue was activated.

Thinking of this, Shifu's face didn't look good.

However, what made his expression even more ugly was the figure of Zhuo Wen sitting not far in front.

Now there are only three people left on the field, that is him, Wu Xingyuan and Zhuo Wen.

But Shifu found it unbelievable how Zhuo Wen persisted until now.

Moreover, he also saw that Zhuo Wen, who was sitting cross-legged, had a peaceful face. The terrifying pressure around him seemed to have little effect on this guy.

"Hmph! This guy must be trying to hold on. A mere ant from a small tribe can actually persist until now!"

The murderous intent in Shifu's eyes was as terrifying as it was real. He felt something unusual about the young man from the small tribe who was against him time and time again.

Now, the young man from this small tribe is not very strong yet, so he must kill this scourge as soon as possible to avoid future troubles.

However, he knew that now was not the time to take action. He had to get rid of this kid after the Wusong Meeting.

Wu Xingyuan also noticed Zhuo Wen's existence, and he finally looked at Zhuo Wen seriously.

Although he knew that the strength of this young man from the small tribe was not too bad, he never expected that this young man could persist until now. This was really beyond his expectation.

On the other hand, Ziwei Xingjun, who had already retreated, was a little anxious and sent a message to Zhuo Wen, asking Zhuo Wen to retreat first and not to be so conspicuous, as this would easily make people jealous.

Unfortunately, Zhuo Wen did not respond to him, but sat cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was practicing.

Not only Wu Xingyuan and Shifu, but almost all the clan leader-level experts from many races who were watching around also noticed Zhuo Wen's very disharmonious existence.

"Is this Long Wen really born from a small clan? Damn it, he has managed to survive until now. What a powerful body it takes to do this!"

"I also find it strange that Long Wen's aura is not strong. How did he survive until now? I also wonder if this guy is cheating!"

"..."

Zhuo Wen's performance was too conspicuous, causing many foreigners to question him.

Zhuo Wen ignored the comments around him, he was tirelessly absorbing the strong pressure escaping from around him.

The pressure of these ancestral witches poured into his body like nutrients, tempering his body.

In the process of tempering, he discovered that the realm of his Pangu Holy Body was faintly loosened, and there were signs of breakthrough. This was really incredible.

The level of his Pangu Holy Body was originally the realm of the Seven Star Peak. Now that the level has loosened, he feels one step closer to the Eight Star.

However, the more pressure he absorbed, the more obvious the signs of the looseness of his Holy Body realm became. The more he could feel how strong the barriers to promotion to the Eight Stars were. If he wanted to completely advance to the Eight Stars, he felt that just this alone would be a bit difficult.

Not too possible.

"With this coercive energy, I think I should be able to reach the eight-star level from the top of the seven-star peak!" Zhuo Wen's eyes were full of brilliance.

Pangu Holy Body has advanced to eight stars. He has no confidence at all now, but he has hope of reaching eight stars.

However, these pressures are not enough. He needs to be tempered by stronger and more terrifying pressures, so that his holy body can break through in one go.

Wu Wuxian frowned slightly, and she took a deep look at Zhuo Wen. She always felt that Zhuo Wen was very weird. This guy didn't look like he was under the pressure of the ancestral witch, but rather he seemed to be enjoying himself.

Is this my misunderstanding?

Thinking of this, Wu Wuxian shook his head and waved his right hand, shooting out an eleventh stream of colorful light.

Immediately, the eleventh ancestral witch statue was activated.

Rumble!

The terrifying pressure came down, and the ground within three miles of the central area of ​​the guardian land completely cracked.

Moreover, this kind of collapse was catastrophic. The entire ground was shattered, and layers of terrifying deep pits appeared.

This pit is really too deep, like an abyss, pitch black.

After the eleventh line of pressure was activated, Shifu could no longer bear it. He had reached his limit, spit out a mouthful of blood, flew backwards, and left the three miles away.

Even Wu Xingyuan frowned and looked pale.

A trace of blood slowly overflowed from the corner of Wu Xingyuan's mouth. Obviously, he was not feeling well under the impact of this pressure.

Wu Xingyuan looked at Zhuo Wen, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink, because he found that the ordinary young man from a small tribe still had a calm face, sitting cross-legged on the futon, as motionless as a mountain, like an old monk with profound Buddhist teachings.

"What's going on? This Long Wen is not affected at all? This is impossible!"

Wu Xingyuan was really shocked. This was the first time he showed emotion since he participated in the Wu Song Conference.

Inside the deep pit, there is dense dust, and a strong pressure is contained within the scope of this deep pit.

Under the influence of the pressure, the dense dust in the pit was actually endowed with extremely powerful energy. Like countless sword lights, it quickly collided chaotically and quickly in the pit, forming dazzling rays of light and energy.

In this deep pit, a natural killing array was formed.

Any creature that enters this deep pit will be strangled to pieces by the terrifying killing array formed by the combination of pressure and dust.

Even the spiritual consciousness of many surrounding alien races were blocked by this natural killing array.

"I didn't expect that when the eleventh ancestral witch statue was activated, the pressure would be so terrifying. Normal Tongtian Lord would be seriously injured if he entered this deep pit in the early stage! If he stayed in it for a long time, he would be at risk of falling.

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Etaihe, the leader of the Moon Wolf Clan, looked solemnly, shocked by this terrifying pressure.

"Why hasn't Long Wen come out yet? He might have been holding on before, but he might have died inside now!" Qian Ping, who was standing next to E Taihe, said softly with her beautiful eyes twinkling.

"Long Wen is not very strong, but his physical defense is very strong. This boy should have specially practiced the secret method of physical defense. Otherwise, he would not be able to survive until now with his strength." E Taihe shook his head.

E Taihe's words were approved by many clan leaders around him.

They also all believed that Long Wen's strength was average, and the reason why he could survive until now was entirely because this guy had specially polished his body and specialized in the secret techniques of physical defense.

"I see! This Long Wen is just a bit thicker, and his strength may not be as good as mine!" Qian Ping regained her confidence and thought she was right.

She had ridiculed Zhuo Wen in every possible way and even called Zhuo Wen a country bumpkin.

Now, this country bumpkin in her mouth was performing so well in the Wusong Association and was much stronger than her. Naturally, she felt very unhappy and had complicated emotions.

Now she found a reason and regained her self-confidence. She felt that Long Wen was nothing special and that he was just lucky.

At this moment, Wu Wuxian fired the twelfth ray of seven-colored light, and the last statue of the ancestral witch was activated.

Within the natural killing array in the deep pit, a terrifying storm formed, tearing apart everything in sight.

A muffled sound sounded from the deep pit, attracting the attention of all the surrounding aliens...


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