All the foreshadowing has been slowly unfolded, and the prelude is already in place.
This killing game against Wang Fu was reviewed again many years later.
The same structure, different lineup, whether gods, gods or humans and ghosts, are all different from the past.
Nowadays, Wang Fu is no longer what he used to be. His strength still exceeds the level of a heavenly master. Even immortals have the ability to threaten and kill him. He has mastered the eight secret realms and is a powerful existence that once made even the weak suffer losses.
The enemy is stronger because he is stronger than ever before.
The fighting between all parties began to cease during this period and turned their attention here.
What about Wang Fu? Which place will he choose as a battlefield or... a burial place?
"The changes in the world are nothing more than this?"
Wang Fu stood on a shallow beach, watching the lake water come and go with the wind, leaving wave after wave of traces on the river beach.
Looking up, the reeds and water egrets complement each other and dance in the sunset, which is extremely spectacular and beautiful.
However, once upon a time, this was clearly a cliff, where the Palace of the God of Fire was once located.
There was a great war that year, and this mountainous area was almost destroyed and eventually razed to the ground.
After years of changes, the ground sank and springs gushed out, eventually forming this vast lake.
Birds and fish moved in one after another, giving the lake vitality. The seeds carried by the wind fell to the ground and took root, growing aquatic plants and reeds.
The world is still the same, but his solar terms hall and fellow Fire Emperor disciples are no longer there.
"If you are even stronger than me, you can't resurrect your old friend, so what use is it in this world?"
Wang Fu lamented and turned around, only to see the Master of the True Immortal Palace and the Master of the Dao Palace coming side by side. On the lake behind him, seven or eight figures walked across the water, leaving no trace of water wherever they passed.
In front are the leaders of the two top sects, and behind are the eight clan leaders of the Ghost Tribe, who can be called the top beings below the gods. Such a lineup is ten times more luxurious than when they besieged him.
This can be seen from the outside, but where it is difficult to see, there are countless hidden arrows waiting to be fired.
"Wang Fu, although I know it's nonsense, we still have to ask before taking action..."
The Master of the True Immortal Palace paused and asked, "Are you going to kill on your own, or are you going to let us do it?"
Wang Fu looked at them calmly, his eyes were like the lake behind him, and the calmness contained the Cang Palace.
"Understood."
The Master of the True Immortal Palace nodded and said to the Dao Palace King, "No need to say more, just take action."
The master of the Dao Palace didn't say anything, and directly threw an object, which quickly expanded into a huge mountain towering into the clouds.
This is a seal, a direct descendant from the Sanqing lineage, and the Taixu Yi seal is derived from this thing.
The surface of this seal is embossed with images of the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, seas, and all kinds of people and vegetation. The weight of the seal is unimaginable.
"Taixu Seal, this is the real Taixu Seal."
The most important treasure of the Yunzhong Dao Palace, the top level of psychic magic weapons.
With this thing, as long as it is not an immortal magic weapon, no one can resist its power.
As soon as the Taixu Seal came out, the entire lake was suppressed and sank more than three feet neatly.
"I'm here to join in the fun."
The Master of the True Immortal Palace turned his wrist, and five rays of light leaked out from between his fingers, showing the outline of beads in the air.
"Five-color pearls."
The status among the masters of the True Immortal Palace is equivalent to the Taixu Seal. When it appears, the sun and moon have no light, and all the colors in the world are taken away by it.
As soon as the two top psychic magic weapons were released, Wang Fu took half a step back, and his heels touched the spreading lake water.
But that's all.
The eight ghost tribe leaders on the lake were all shocked when they saw this. Although they had expected Wang Fu to be troublesome, they did not expect that when they actually met, this legendary figure would be far more terrifying than expected.
If you don't take action with the Taixu Seal and the Five-Color Pearl, once you take action, you will definitely be buried with a big evil ghost.
The great evil ghosts who died under Erbao were not nameless people, there were even some of their predecessors.
Normally, even if the Master of the True Immortal Palace and the Master of the Dao Palace were the leaders, they would not be able to easily move the two treasures.
However, the grand opening, in which the two magic weapons joined forces like never before, only caused Wang Fu to take half a step back.
"this……"
The eight clan leaders all looked at each other, it seemed that they still underestimated Wang Fu.
"You haven't taken action yet, do you really think you can sit on the mountain and watch the fight between tigers and tigers?"
"Fudoyin, he wasn't even qualified to do it himself, and he easily killed me under the guise of the concubine."
"What kind of existence do you think Wang Fu is? Even the gods and immortals are very afraid of him."
The master of the Dao Palace shouted angrily, "What are you waiting for?"
Swish, brush, brush!
The sinister wind blew violently, and one after another the chiefs of the evil ghost clans joined the battlefield and attacked Wang Fu's back.
Wang Fu stood where he was, not moving his feet or looking back.
Even though he is a young man, he is actually under a lot of pressure. The two of them and the eight ghosts are all top-notch configurations. Ghosts, gods, and immortals all have to avoid the edge for a while. Therefore, he can only cope with the changes by staying the same.
"Wang Fu, we have always been curious. The immortal gods will not hesitate to use oracles and edicts to eliminate your power."
"What is the unspeakable nature of power?"
Wang Fu shrugged helplessly, "I don't know either, but over the years, I have become so complacent."
"The gods are not omnipotent. They can erase their existence, but they cannot erase their essence."
"Everything in the world, whether real or virtual, is mysterious. Even the oracles and decrees cannot refute it."
"Power will never disappear, it will only exist in the most fundamental form. To me, it is all the same, and there is no difference in the name." Wang Fu completely forgot about the three elements and the corresponding concepts.
The oracle's decree is truly an application of rules, directly erasing the three-dimensional existence of this world.
But the power continued to exist in another form and never left Wang Fu.
"boom."
As he spoke, Wang Fu waved his backhand, catching the Xumi Patriarch off guard. The black dot in front of his eyes expanded rapidly, and hit him before he could react. In an instant, the Xumi Patriarch was shattered into pieces and dispersed into smoke that filled the sky. It took him a long time to squirm and take shape.
All the changes were unprovoked and transformed into countless illusions, but they all failed in front of Wang Fu.
This is the purest power, which transcends all tricks and tricks and goes straight to the root.
Strength is a one-on-one contest, the stronger one wins.
"Chief Xumi, I want you to disappear completely."
Wang Fu spoke slowly, and the void was horrified, followed by the sound of countless ghosts crying and wolves howling.
For a time, both the master of the True Immortal Palace, the master of the Dao Palace, and the heads of the other ghost tribes in the province all had this illusion.
It was also the same scene when Bird Mother Tianhua Immortal and others performed the oracle and immortal decree.
When words are spoken, heaven and earth bow their heads. This is such an amazing power. Why does it appear in Wang Fu? He is clearly not a god.
"No."
Chief Xumi struggled, trying to use transformation to escape the fate of death, but Wang Fu's power came to him.
In the blink of an eye, the leader of one of the upper ghost tribes finally disappeared into thin air.
At this point, only eight of the ten clan leaders of the Ghost Tribe are left.