On the stone platform on the top floor of the Royal Palace, Yuan Wuji sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, his right hand raised in front of him, his expression unprecedentedly solemn.
Suddenly, he groaned, his face turned slightly pale, and a thin line of blood slowly slipped from the corner of his mouth.
"I can actually force you into such a situation."
The other "Yuan Wuji" behind him sighed with emotion, "As expected of him."
However, there was no trace of concern or worry in his voice, as if he was just stating an objective fact that had nothing to do with him.
"His strength is already comparable to that of Heaven."
Yuan Wuji slowly opened his eyes, "I never expected to be able to stop him with just one thought."
"In that case."
"Yuan Wuji" smiled slightly, "Why don't you go out and have a fight?"
"Even if I go out." .??.
Yuan Wuji was silent for a long time, and finally said slowly, "You may not be able to beat him."
"boom!"
As he was talking, a loud noise suddenly came from outside the hall, followed by the sound of bricks and stones falling to the ground.
Even without using his spiritual sense to detect, he knew that Zhong Wen was slashing with a sword outside, destroying the palace wantonly.
"You may not be able to win if you go out."
"Yuan Wuji" pointed to the direction from which the sound came, "But if he hides and doesn't get out, this palace will be demolished by him sooner or later. Wouldn't it make the king lose his face?"
"Since it concerns the king's face."
Yuan Wuji suddenly laughed, the light in his eyes was extremely dazzling, "Isn't it reasonable to lend some strength to this old man?"
"You're thinking……?"
"Yuan Wuji" couldn't help but be moved when he heard this.
"Every time I use this move, I will fall into extreme weakness and have to rest for at least a month to recover."
Yuan Wuji stood up slowly, stretched his arms to the left and right, raised his head and looked at the top of the hall, "I'll leave it to you for the rest of the time."
"If I had known I wouldn't have come out."
"Yuan Wuji" was stunned for a long time, then suddenly sighed, shook his head with a wry smile and said, "It's really Grandma's trouble."
At the top of the hall, there is a dazzling light.
Brilliant but soft, gorgeous but simple, warm but cold, bright but indescribable.
It is a collection of contradictions, but it is full of unique temptation. Once you take a look at it, you will not be able to look away.
While the two were talking, a ray of light suddenly swayed down from them and fell squarely on Yuan Wuji.
And he just relaxed his body and mind, stretched his arms, stood there quietly, and let himself be soaked in the light.
At this time, he looked so holy and noble, like an angel descending to earth.
"Yuan Wuji"'s expression calmed down, and he suddenly knelt down on one knee and bowed respectfully to Yuan Wuji in the light, just like a subject meeting an aloof king with an indescribable humility.
The sound of banging and banging destruction still sounded from time to time outside. It was unknown how long it had passed before Yuan Wuji, who was in the light, suddenly lowered his head and lightly slapped his palm in the direction of the sound.
…
Why haven't you come out yet?
So tolerable?
Are you a turtle?
Outside the palace gate, Zhong Wen hid in the light shield of the Cave Void Golden Wheel, holding the Tianque Sword in his hand and slashing repeatedly, slashing out one after another with unparalleled sharpness and domineering sword energy, which fell in front of him like a violent storm.
above the royal palace.
The coercion released by Yuan Wuji was terrifying, but it only made his movements slightly slower and did not prevent him from drawing his sword.
And every sword light will severely cut off a piece of the palace building.
Not long after, the surface of the originally majestic palace was already pitted and tattered. Even the wordless plaque above the palace door was split into two halves, tilted to the left and right, making it impossible to distinguish it from the chaos.
associated with the residence of the Lord.
That is to say, the material of this palace is special, and Zhong Wen did not dare to enter it. He just stood in the distance and chopped in the air. Otherwise, if it were an ordinary master's palace, he would have been chopped into pieces, collapsed suddenly, and turned into a
Ground ruins.
But despite his wreaking havoc, the palace gate was still empty, and not a single soul could be seen.
"He still hasn't come out."
Just when Zhong Wen was slightly impatient, Ji Xiaoran's voice suddenly sounded in his mind, "I suddenly have an ominous premonition."
"If you can't beat me, you won't dare to come out."
Zhong Wen glanced at him sideways and said disapprovingly, "What's so strange about this?"
"Even if you know you can't defeat him, you will still try to resist or fight back in order to protect the palace."
Ji Xiaoran pondered for a moment and then said slowly, "But he didn't even make any movement. He is so good at patience. If he is not a timid and cowardly person, he is a powerful character who makes plans and then acts. He often just doesn't make a sound. He is a blockbuster and tens of thousands of people.
Don’t underestimate him.”
"Is it?"
Zhong Wen thought for a moment, nodded and said, "What do you have in mind?"
"withdraw."
Ji Xiaoran replied without hesitation, "Unless he is really so tolerant and can watch you kill the masters and masters of major forces without doing anything, otherwise he will have to leave the royal court to stop it, and then the initiative will fall to
It’s in our hands.”
"That makes sense."
Zhong Wen follows the good path like a flowing path.
The longer he spends time with Ji Xiaoran, the more he will be able to appreciate the other person's extraordinary wisdom, keen insight and precise judgment.
For a few moments, he even felt that Nangong Ling was still around.
Therefore, he trusts this staff more and more and is more and more willing to listen to his suggestions.
“It’s not easy to come here once.”
Unexpectedly, just as he was about to turn around and leave, a soft voice suddenly sounded in his ears, "Why are you leaving in such a hurry?"
The moment he heard this voice, Zhong Wen's pupils expanded rapidly, and a strong sense of crisis suddenly surged into his heart.
Even when he was sealed by the Twelve Lords, he had never felt this way.
This is Yuan Wuji's voice.
But for some reason, he always felt that the person speaking was not Yuan Wuji.
"puff!"
Just when he was uneasy, an unprecedented domineering pressure suddenly hit his head, easily crushing the light shield released by the Dongxu Golden Wheel, and fell on Zhong Wen mercilessly, making his face turn pale.
He was vomiting blood and his expression suddenly became extremely depressed.
There are no words in the world that can describe the power of this aura.
He was like a small boat drifting alone on the sea on a stormy night, rocking and bumping, up and down, as if it was about to be completely swallowed by the huge waves at any time.
Is this how Sun Houhou felt when he faced Tathagata?
Under the pressure of this powerful force, such an idea appeared in Zhong Wen's mind unconsciously.
He instinctively wanted to retreat, but was surprised to find that he had lost the ability to move. He could only stand there stupidly, letting the increasingly powerful pressure continue to fall on him, pressing him down.
The blood from his waist seemed to be free of charge, and he kept vomiting.
"Zhong Wen, are you okay?"
Ji Xiaoran was shocked and asked quickly.
"I'm fine."
Suffering heavy injuries, Zhong Wen did not panic. Instead, he raised his head with a grin and looked directly at the palace.
In the direction of the door, "Did you finally take action personally?"
What answered him was an even more terrifying aura.
The next moment, Zhong Wen's body was violently crushed, his legs were stuck in the soil, and his upper body lay on the ground with a bang. Blood shot out like a fountain, almost forming a stream.
With his current strength, he had no ability to resist in the face of this pressure.
However, when the body was severed, a bright green aura suddenly spewed out from the wound, completely covering both parts of his body. The thick breath of life filled the world in an instant. Just one breath was enough to instantly shock the dying man.
Sit up and live another eighteen hundred years.
When the green light dissipated, the two parts of Zhong Wen's body had been put back together again. His eyes were bright, his expression was full of energy, his posture was upright, and he was majestic. Where was there any sign of injury?
"What a rich life force."
In my mind, Yuan Wuji's voice sounded again, "It was you who took that thing out as expected."
"Is this the only strength you have?"
The corners of Zhong Wen's lips raised slightly. He had just come back from the dead and said provocatively, "It's disappointing."
For some reason, Ji Xiaoran had an inexplicable feeling that he was not talking to Yuan Wuji.
"You can't even move."
Yuan Wuji chuckled and said, "That's quite a tone."
"Even if you stand still."
Zhong Wen retorted, "You may not be able to kill me."
"No matter how strong the power of life is, it will eventually be exhausted."
Yuan Wuji sighed, "Besides, you worry too much. I don't need to kill you at all. As long as I drag you here, those people outside will naturally wipe out all your relatives, friends and subordinates. How should you respond then?"
"Are you holding me back?"
Zhong Wen suddenly grinned, "No, no, no, I should be the one holding you back."
"Are you holding me back?"
Yuan Wuji was stunned for a moment, "What's the point?"
"Of course I'm waiting for my relatives, friends and subordinates to kill all the many masters you recruited."
Zhong Wen laughed and said, "When the time comes, you will be alone in this palace, won't you be lonely and miserable?"
"You do have confidence in them." Yuan Wuji couldn't help but laugh.
"Aren't you convinced?"
Zhong Wen suddenly sat down cross-legged, as if fighting a protracted war, "Then we might as well wait and see."