Wei He crushed the body and smashed it with his big hand.
With all ten levels of special effects fully activated, the Overturning Sea Power could bring up a large force of wind with a single palm. The pressure made Yan Jiuzhen and Song Qinghu's scalps numb, and their minds were filled with terror.
At the moment of contact, Yan Jiuzhen immediately sensed something was wrong and used his secret technique to move away in time, but it was still a step too late.
Because his right arm received Wei He's palm from the front, it was broken and shattered on the spot. All the muscles and bones were shattered into paste, and it was impossible to even repair it.
Before he could recover and think about what happened, Wei He's second hand had already arrived.
If Song Qinghu hadn't quickly pushed him away in time, he would have been instantly killed in front of him.
But he moved away, and Lu Yunbai, who was standing behind him, was in bad luck. He was grabbed, and with a strong surge of strength, he lost his breath on the spot.
boom!!!
Wei He's arms were like battering rams. Under the sweep, all the beams, stone pillars and walls of Tianya Tower collapsed.
Large pieces of sawdust collide with great force at any time, forming a rain of bullets like bullets.
Yan Jiuzhen and Song Qinghu jumped away from Tianya Tower at the same time and fell downwards.
"This guy...! Isn't he practicing viscera!?" Song Qinghu was breathing rapidly and his face was trembling. The moment he just broke through was the first time in the past twenty years that he had faced a life and death crisis since he broke through to semi-realism.
If that palm really fell, he had a feeling that both himself and Yan Jiuzhen would die!
That's not the palm power that can be produced by practicing Zang, that's the power that only Minggan can produce!!!
"But that strength is obviously not real strength!!!" Yan Jiuzhen's always solemn and indifferent expression suddenly tightened and he completely lost his cool.
His mind was in chaos.
It’s obviously just for practicing the bone strength of the internal organs, why!?
Why is this happening!
He couldn't understand.
I couldn't understand why Lian Zang Gu Jin, who could be easily defeated in ordinary times, became so terrifying in Wei He's hands.
That kind of layer upon layer of suffocating terror, like the waves, made him feel so depressed and fearful that he could hardly breathe just now.
"No...I'm sure, that's not really powerful!!" Yan Jiuzhen shouted in mid-air.
His eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and he seemed to understand that he had discovered an extremely important trick.
It's not Huazhen Jin, but it can defeat his Huazhen Jin. What does this mean!? This means that Wei He must have an extremely important secret!
And what if this secret is reported to the three main peaks!?
"Flash!!!" Song Qinghu's anxious voice came from the other side.
Yan Jiuzhen's body was still in mid-air, unable to recover and react.
Suddenly the light on him dimmed, and a huge figure slowly appeared behind him.
Wei He's eyes were blood red, and his whole body was bathed in the moonlight. It seemed as if it was plated with a layer of silver.
BAM!!!!
A palm in an instant.
Yan Jiuzhen's entire head was forcefully pushed down, squeezed into his chest, and disappeared.
The heart in Yan Jiuzhen's chest began to beat rapidly, then slowed down, and then quickly became filled with cracks.
puff!
The heart exploded, and countless blood surged inside. This represented the complete annihilation of the last vitality of this body.
Song Qinghu's eyes were split open, and he turned around to launch his secret technique. Wu Shi Sect's unique secret technique with no side effects, Square Pattern, suddenly exploded on his legs, further speeding up his movement by 70%.
He had only walked a dozen meters when a black air rushed up from his arms and rushed towards his heart.
That's a sign of being poisoned.
The severe stinging pain in his heart made him unable to lift his breath for a moment, his body lost balance, and he fell heavily in mid-air.
Wei He's body also landed on the ground. His three-meter-long body was covered with blood-colored lines, armor-like muscles, long black hair, and twisted smoke so thick that it could almost leave a shadow in the moonlight.
The combination of many things made the disciples of the Wandu Sect around them afraid to recognize that this was their own sect leader.
With Songqing Lake as the center, the surrounding area quickly exits into a large circle of open space.
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Wei He pinched Song Qinghu's neck and lifted him up.
"What a disappointment."
"You...!!" Song Qinghu weakly slapped Wei He's arm with both hands, trying to get him to let go.
But he had just been hit by a poisonous force, and was frightened by Yan Jiuzhen's death. At this time, he couldn't raise his strength at all.
The consequences of Wu Shi Zong's always living in seclusion on the mountain finally appeared.
Strength must be exerted after all.
The Wushi Sect was accustomed to always crushing people with high-level and powerful secret skills, and they had no concept of fighting with the weak over the strong.
But now, Wei He, who should have been in a weak position in their hearts, killed Yan Jiuzhen instantly with one move. Song Qinghu's mind was completely lost and he almost collapsed.
His eyes were completely filled with the shadow of Wei He's invincibility.
That kind of fear destroyed his will to fight.
"I...will...surrender..."
Click.
Wei He casually broke Song Qinghu's neck, and then watched him struggle in his hands, gradually becoming weak, and finally lowering his hands and losing consciousness.
Throw away the body.
He turned around and looked at the crowd of men slowly descending around him.
Bai Dou, Sandu, Du Han, Xiao Qingyu.
Each of them looked at this side with more fear and awe than usual.
"Master..." Xiao Qingyu stepped forward and said, "Do you still want to continue with the plan?"
Just standing in front of Wei Heshen who was climbing the stairs, she felt invisible oppression constantly squeezing her body, making it difficult to breathe.
Now she also somewhat understands why the three people from Wushi Sect were so vulnerable in front of the sect leader.
Just standing here, even if she wasn't against him, her scalp was numb and her heartbeat was racing.
If we were to face a serious confrontation...
That feeling, just thinking about it, makes me feel weak.
"Continue." Wei He said calmly.
He looked up at Tianya Tower, which had lost its top.
"Don't worry, sooner or later, we will come back."
In the distance outside Wandu City.
Several gray figures stood among the treetops, looking into the city from a distance. There was no sound for a long time.
"The two heads of the inner courtyard of Wushi Sect... Yan Jiuzhen and Song Qinghu... died like this?"
After a long time, one person spoke slowly, with disbelief and disbelief in his tone.
"Dead... Really dead." Another person replied in a deep voice. "The inner court is the representative of the Wushi Sect who is responsible for the affairs under the mountain... Now something happened, and two people died at once. Then.
We must take action when we come down from the three main peaks. If Wei He of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect can survive this level...then the whole of Taizhou..."
"Impossible! This matter is no longer something we can predict. We must report it to the alliance leader as soon as possible! It is up to the alliance leader to decide what to do next!"
In the early morning, the sky gradually lit up fish belly white.
Several gray shadows quickly dispersed, quickly spreading the results of tonight's victory.
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Taizhou Mansion, Wang Family.
Wang Shaojun slowly came out of the Quanyeh Road Yamen and had a busy day, dealing with the re-operation of various lecture halls for martial arts teaching in various counties and towns.
Famines, plagues, wars, and all kinds of troubles have caused Taizhou to suffer a lot in terms of martial arts and basic schools.
The newly appointed Taoist master was overwhelmed by the things reported from various places.
Get on the carriage.
Wang Shaojun's only good thing is that he has practiced martial arts, and the power of practicing the internal organs is constantly flowing through his body, so that he will not be like other officials who do not practice martial arts, and they will not be in poor health and mentally exhausted after a little exertion.
"Sir, sit tight," the driver whispered.
"Well, let's go. Madam, where did they go?" Wang Shaojun asked casually.
"Madam and the eldest lady went to the nearby Baihong Temple to pray for Buddha."
"What's the point of talking about gods and ghosts?" Wang Shaojun disagreed. He had been in contact with Wei He a lot, and he was influenced by him in many aspects. He didn't take the theory of gods and ghosts seriously.
"Is there anything else?" he asked lazily.
This coachman is not only his coachman, but also serves as a personal guard and a message transmitter.
"There are also many dignitaries on the other side of Taihu Lake who plan to visit and join in the fun. The debate between the two masters at that time attracted many people," the coachman replied.
"Huang Siwei, Mr. Huang, and Xu Zhou, Mr. Xu, are both great sages in the world. But this debate may be more than just a debate. There will definitely be a lot of overt and covert fighting. There must be martial arts in it!"
Wang Shaojun is also yearning for it. If he can go and watch it, he doesn't know how much it will help his martial arts cultivation.
"It's a pity that I can't go. Is there anything else?" he asked softly.
"One more thing. Someone sent a letter from Xuan Jing, specifying that it should be delivered to you personally. There is no name on the letter, so my subordinates dare not open it. They can only wait for the master to come out and check it themselves." The coachman replied.
"Take it and take a look." Wang Shaojun became interested. There were not many people at Xuan Jing who could communicate directly with him, or even write letters.
And with such a close distance, it would have been better to just send someone to bring the letter, but the other party still chose to write a letter, which shows that the content is not expected to be known to a third party.
The driver quickly handed over a letter sealed with red paint.
Wang Shaojun held the letter and was about to tear it open when his hand suddenly stopped.
With a flick of his fingers, he took out something from a small bag hanging on his belt.
Smear something on the letter and tear it open.
Suddenly a faint fragrance spread out.
"Sure enough, it's this kind of flower poison." A smile appeared on Wang Shaojun's face.
The letter was from Wei He. This flower poison was the secret code for their appointment.
Without a signature, the identity of the other party can be determined using only this poisonous gas.
Wang Shaojun unfolded the letter and read it carefully.
Just taking a glance at it, the content above made his eyes widen instantly.
After quickly reading the content, he crumpled the letter into a ball, rubbed it with both hands, and turned it into powder.
There was nothing special in the letter. The only thing mentioned was that Wei He wanted to move away from Taizhou and leave this place completely.
If I want to contact you again in the future, I don’t know when it will be, and it may be far away.
Wei He suddenly mentioned that he wanted to leave Taizhou, which shocked Wang Shaojun, but he couldn't help but think too much.
"Old Li, has anything happened to Xuan Jing recently?"
"Sir, there's nothing big going on recently," the coachman replied.
Wang Shaojun fell silent.
Although nothing happened, he felt like something big was happening.
"Go back home and send someone to Xuanjing immediately. I want to get all the latest news about Wan Du Sect."