Thousands of miles away to the north of Fengxi City, thunder poured down from the sky like a sudden rain, and a ten-foot-long demon body stood in the sky with unparalleled power.
At this moment, a more terrifying giant suddenly appeared in front of the giant.
The giant is a hundred feet tall, and each of his organs is composed of stone towers and stone tablets that exude a primitive atmosphere, bursting out with rays of light like the sun.
"Boom boom boom..."
Suddenly, the whole world shook, and the hundred-foot-long giant slowly rose into the sky, like a king looking down at the world, blooming with a golden light that shook the sky.
Mo Wubian frowned slightly. Although the stone giant appeared a bit abruptly, he could still tell with his eyesight that it was caused by the formation.
The stone towers and monuments that made up the giant had a strange aura, and even he couldn't tell where it came from. But he knew very well that the power of the formation that could be exerted depended on the person setting up the formation.
Zhong Zihao has given enough shocks today. He is actually a powerful warrior in formation. What kind of background does he have?
Thinking of this, Mo Wubian's murderous intention became more intense. If this kid was allowed to escape, there would be endless troubles.
"It doesn't mean you have great strength because of your size. Let's see how this sect master destroys these broken stones!"
Mo Wubian shouted loudly, still full of confidence. As soon as the tower giant appeared, he turned into a stream of light and burst through the air, and his fists fell from the sky like two meteorites.
"Boom!"
The power of this blow was so terrifying that the tower giant suddenly retreated, smashing countless mountains along the way before falling, leaving a bottomless pit on the ground.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Mo Wubian felt his fists were burning and painful, but he managed to overpower the tower giant and let out a loud roar.
The Zi Ling in the distance has a weird look on his face. Is this guy using his secret skills to make people stupid?
The eldest brother hasn't had time to mobilize the astrological formation to fight. He just knocked away a bunch of rocks. Is it so worth being happy?
Zhong Zihao formed a seal with his hands to activate the great formation mind technique. The hundred-foot giant stood up again. A stream of light passed by in the distance and made a high-pitched and long sword sound. It was the God-Slaying Sword.
The giant's hand held a sharp killing weapon, which instantly extended to a length of a hundred feet and a width of several feet. The already terrifying prehistoric aura quickly surged, and the space of a hundred miles suddenly collapsed, as if even the sky was shaking.
At this moment, Mo Wubian came with two giant arms and used the "Great Demon Sun-Splitting Fist".
"cut!"
Zhong Zihao gave a dull shout, and the hundred-foot-long giant waved his right arm, and a majestic sword light bloomed in an instant, seeming to reverse the eternity of time and space, and everything within a radius of thousands of miles suddenly came to a standstill.
"Wow!"
A piece of sky was directly torn apart, which was more than ten thousand miles long. The whole world was suddenly annihilated by darkness, and the space hurricane rolled down. Also cut off along with it was Mo Wubian's four-foot-long arm.
"ah!"
The screams of ghosts and wolves were extremely shrill, seeming to be crying out for a doomsday scene.
"Tsk..."
The giant's arm moved again, and in the darkness there was only a flash of light in the sky, and then half of his body fell.
"Junior, just wait, today's feud will never end!"
In the distance, a roar came from the distance, and a faint brilliance escaped quickly.
"Want to escape!"
Zhong Zihao raised his hand and swiped, tearing his empty hand out in an instant, chasing the stream of light across a thousand miles distance, but just as he emerged from the turbulent flow of space, a bloody light suddenly exploded in front of his eyes.
"Bang...poof!"
Zhong Zihao was caught off guard and was hit by a terrifying force. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell down.
It was blocked like this, and when he was about to continue tracking, he realized that all his energy had been exhausted, and that streak of light had reached the end of his sight.
"Did the weapon spirit sleep too deeply? Why didn't it swallow the soul this time?" Zhong Zihao frowned.
In order to escape for his life, Mo Wubian's soul left his body, detonating half of his body and seriously injuring him. He is worthy of being a tycoon who controls a large force. His thoughtfulness and ruthlessness are frightening.
Zhong Zihao did not control the giant tracking, because the moving astrological formation was more expensive and far less flexible than him moving alone.
Before taking action, he had been on guard against this happening, thinking that with Taichu Realm around him, Mo Wubian's soul would not have a chance to escape, but he didn't know that the weapon spirit would desert at the critical moment.
"kill!"
Suddenly, countless sword lights flashed in the distance, and majestic fluctuations shook the sky, followed by screams.
Needless to say, the Murong family must have started to fight back, preparing to kill the two powerful sects present.
Zhong Zihao ignored it. The Mirror Moon Sect and the Yuwen Family no longer had the True God Realm experts in charge, and even if Murong Fanchen could only exert three-thirds of his strength, it would not take much effort to deal with them.
"Forget it, heal first!"
Zhong Zihao used his fingertip seal again, and the hundred-foot giant instantly disintegrated and turned into towers and monuments and flew back, along with it of course the God-Slaying Sword.
After taking the elixir and doing the exercises cross-legged, just after tea time, I heard a series of footsteps.
Zhong Zihao opened his eyes and saw Zi Ling walking towards this side with Murong Wan on her back.
"Big brother!"
"Zihao, how are you injured?"
When the two women came closer, they saw the man in black robe covered in blood. His good-looking eyebrows frowned slightly and they asked with concern.
Zhong Zihao shook his head, indicating that he was fine, and said: "Let his soul escape!"
"It doesn't matter, it's not easy to find a suitable body. Even if Mo Wubian can survive, it will take many years and months to recover to his current level of cultivation."
Seeing that he was fine, Murong Wan breathed a sigh of relief: "Besides, I only need to recover from my injuries before I can reach the True God Realm. By then, what will happen if Mo Wubian returns at his peak?"
Zi Ling was a little worried: "What if he spreads the Sword Master inheritance?"
Murong Wan chuckled: "A soul body without a body cannot run far!"
At this moment, another kind-faced old man was seen leading a group of strong men. Almost every one of them was injured, but the excitement in their eyes could not be concealed.
Zhong Zihao quickly suppressed the injury and supported Murong Wan with Zi Ling.
"This young... Young Master rescued my Murong clan, please accept my respects!"
Murong Fanchen looked at Zhong Zihao with mixed emotions. After a while, he squeezed out a sentence and realized that he didn't know how to address him. It was definitely inappropriate to call him "little friend". He had never heard his name before, so he simply called him "gongzi".
He naturally understood the relationship between this boy and his granddaughter, and didn't say too many useless words.
"Young Master is so kind, I will never forget it!"
A group of strong men behind Murong Fanchen spoke in unison, men, women, old and young all clasped their hands and prepared to bow together with Murong Fanchen.
"Can't you... Wan'er?"
Zhong Zihao was immediately at a loss. Of course he knew that these people were all strong members of the Murong family, including many elders, so he had no choice but to look at Murong Wan for help.
The most important thing is that meeting his parents is the first time in his life, and his usual calmness is gone.
Murong Wan naturally knew what he was thinking, and hurriedly spoke out to stop Murong Fanchen and others: "Grandpa, and all the seniors, there is no need to be polite to him, we are all one family anyway..."
Before he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong, his cheeks turned red, and he immediately changed his words: "Grandpa, his name is Zihao!"
He immediately turned around: "Zihao, this is my grandfather Murong Fanchen, who is also the current head of the Murong family. The following elders are..."
Even though it was just a few words, the strong men of the Murong family were very clear-minded, and they all secretly looked at the man in black robes beside her.