Looking at Zhong Zihao, who was getting up tremblingly, a look of surprise flashed across Dugujue's face. It would be unbelievable for a small ant in the destiny realm to survive his own blow. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be unbelievable.
But he had no intention of stopping. He turned his palm again, and another thousand-foot sacred mountain fell from the sky.
Moreover, this momentum was even more terrifying than before. The newly repaired space was instantly crushed into powder. Within the scope of the sacred mountain, any energy fluctuations no longer existed.
"Zihao..."
"Owner……"
"Boy!"
Cries of grief resounded from everywhere. Everyone could not imagine how they could continue to resist Tianfu in the days without Zhong Zihao.
Moreover, there are countless powerful people from all races hiding in the Netherworld. If Zhong Zihao falls, these people will have absolutely no way to escape!
In an instant, a tragic aura spread throughout the whole place, and all the strong men were furious. Many even planned to self-destruct and die together with the strong men of Tianfu!
"If you die, who will take me back to Yuntian Continent?"
Suddenly, a thin black shadow flashed out and shuttled towards Zhong Zihao. Its speed was no less than that of a strong person in the Inheritance Realm.
When they saw the figure clearly, the strong men were shocked again, it turned out to be Qin Zhining!
"Ning'er go back!"
Zhong Zihao's eyes were about to split, and the overwhelming anger suddenly burst out, but he was unable to do anything because his soul power was exhausted. He could only glance at the people in the audience and said with a bitter smile: "Farewell!"
"die!"
When Dugujue saw this, he became even more angry. The vast source of power passed by and his hands fell again.
At this moment, the whole place was silent. Everyone in Xuantian Realm looked at him with ferocious eyes, and half of the powerful people could not help but close their eyes.
"stop!"
At the critical moment, a heavenly sound sounded above the nine heavens.
The voice was very soft, but miraculously it reached everyone's ears clearly.
The voice is very soft, as clear as the orchid in the empty valley, and as sweet as the big beads falling on the jade plate.
For some reason, everyone still felt that this voice sounded familiar, but it sounded colder at this moment.
"Zheng..."
At the same time, a piano sounded low, and the melodious notes seemed to contain thousands of emotions. Even at such a tense moment, it made people feel addicted to it.
However, everyone did not know that the melodious piano music that sounded like singing in their ears made Dugujue feel a storm in his heart, and his face showed a look of fear.
"laugh……"
The powerful men did not sense any energy fluctuations, and the thousand-foot sacred mountain that crushed the void and plummeted towards Zhong Zihao suddenly stagnated, and then slowly dissipated.
Yes, it didn't explode, it just dissipated suddenly, not even a piece of gravel was left behind.
"So strong, could it be that he is a strong person in the heavenly realm... hmm? Impossible!" Dugujue's eyes narrowed and he murmured.
The next moment, the sky became clear again, and in the eyes of everyone in disbelief, two beautiful silhouettes floated down.
One of them was wearing a white dress, with a curvy figure and curvy figure, exquisite facial features, and skin as pink as snow. Her hair was flowing like a waterfall, fluttering slowly in the breeze, just like a beautiful picture of an immortal coming to the world.
The other person is a girl of twelve or thirteen years old, with a face as delicate as porcelain and two crystal-clear pupils.
"This girl?"
Xiao Yuan's whole body was shaken. He never expected that the powerful person who suddenly appeared would be her.
"Miss Murong!"
The painting was nothingness, Lu Yang and others were filled with astonishment, and then there was a surge of indescribable ecstasy.
"How can she be the mistress?"
The golden light flashed in the eyes of Jin Ling and others. Murong Wan left the Jiutian World when she was with him back then, and she was still worried about this matter.
But then, when he saw Zi Ling on the side, Huo Ling couldn't help but exclaimed: "Big sister!"
Back then, Zi Ling and Huo Ling were only in the same level of cultivation. Today, when they meet again, he can hardly sense the aura fluctuations in each other. How can he not be shocked?
The rest of the people had similar expressions, with joy on their faces and deep confusion on their faces.
Needless to say, there is no need to say much about the reactions of this group of people. I am afraid that the one who feels the most complicated at the moment is Zhong Zihao.
When he saw the beautiful figure in white clothes that haunted him, he almost forgot everything, his eyes were dull, and he just whispered out of instinct: "Wan'er, is it really you?"
Do you know that all these years, I thought I would never see you again?
Ever since he learned about Murong Wan's whereabouts from Yi that day, Zhong Zihao had been worried. Especially when he heard that Murong Wan's family was in crisis, he was even more worried about the beauty.
Not only were they worried about Murong Wan's safety, but they were also afraid that she would forget him after she awakened from her ninth reincarnation?
If Zhong Zihao encounters any setbacks, he can survive with unswerving perseverance; no matter how different his cultivation level is from Murong Wan after he wakes up, he is confident that he can equal it through hard work.
But, there is nothing we can do about this!
If Murong Wan really forgets everything about the Nine Heavens World and himself, it will be the biggest blow to him!
Now, Zhong Zihao finally let go of his worries about seeing the beauty again in the Jiutian World. At least, she still remembers this place!
Looking lovingly at the beautiful figure standing in the air, Zhong Zihao had already forgotten his injuries, as if he was trying to imprint all her smiles deep in his soul, or he was observing how Murong Wan and Murong Wan were now.
What changes were there?
"This girl, I am Dugujue. I wonder where you come from?"
At this moment, Dugujue's voice suddenly sounded, and he clasped his hands into fists, saluted slightly, and asked politely.
Everyone understood that there was only one possibility for the helmsman of Tianfu to lower his stature like this, and that was because he knew that his cultivation strength was not as good as Murong Wan's.
Moreover, Dugujue became more and more convinced of his previous guess: these two women who suddenly appeared must be the backers of the Xuantian Realm, that is, the enemies who came from the Taixu Realm to oppose the Dugu family!
"Um?"
Murong Wan whispered softly, looked away from a distance, and did not reply.
If Zi Ling hadn't been pestering her all day long, she would never have made this trip to the Nine Heavens World.
After returning to Fengxi City in the Taixu Realm, Murong Wan tried every means to forget her previous experiences, but the throbbing deep in her soul caused her attempts to fail countless times.
This time when she agreed to Zi Ling's return, her original intention was to end her worries in the lower world, but the familiar faces that came into view made her heart surge even more.
Especially those scenes of the past came to mind, and seemed to have completely occupied the entire sea of soul consciousness.
At this time, she was awakened by Dugujue's voice. Murong Wan forced herself to regain her composure. Seeing that there were many strong men still fighting in the distance, she frowned slightly and shouted softly: "Stop it all!"
However, the powerful men from the Tianfu and Xuantian realms who were still at war were at a critical moment, and they would not care what she thought.
"Sister Murong said, stop!"
Suddenly, Zi Ling's sharp voice pierced the sky, and her slender palms slowly stretched out.