"Whoosh..."
Those glassy gases are colorless and shapeless, but they are colorful and strange. They can't be seen clearly at all. They carry a strong pressure and go straight towards a group of people.
If you look at it from below, the dozens of gases clearly form a crystal-clear jade finger. Those who are locked are like being stuck in a quagmire, and those who are not locked are struggling, as if they are being held in some kind of "cage".
In the blink of an eye, three thousand Confucian disciples and hundreds of "deposed" people, with extreme fear on their faces, struggled to break free from their restraints, and were ejected in all directions.
Before they had run out three miles, there was a series of devastating roars and screams behind them. When they turned around, everyone was shocked beyond measure by the scene in front of them -
Eye-catching ripples rose from the huge "Tiantai", and the figures of dozens of powerful masters from the famous town were killed by the terrifying power of the unknown saint and flew upside down.
Ling Gucheng and Xue Zang's eyes widened, and they watched their heads being penetrated. They could not hide or dodge. Even to death, they still felt very ridiculous. In fact, they did not have much murderous intention towards Xin Zhuo. The former was The latter came to act as a master to accept a disciple. The latter was actually doing it for the sake of his sister Xue Ji. However, it seemed that their fault was that they showed hostility, and killing Xin Zhuo didn't seem to have much to do with it. Before the Confucian sage remnant, they had a high look at Xin Zhuo, but it was only a high look. Even if Xin Zhuo became famous in recent years, how could it be worth their hundreds of years of experience and vision?
"No!"
The Great Sword Master and Guitou Tuo maintained their desperate dodge postures, their bodies twisted, and their faces became even more distorted. They were unwilling, angry and regretful. In their eyes, Xin Zhuo was just an ant. They were lucky enough to participate in the mysterious and huge "Jinghua Shuiyue". "Trial", even though they are just small characters, they feel that the future is smooth. They have not even left too many traces after the arrival of the golden age of martial arts. They have many plans, but now everything is gone, and their bodies are torn apart and melted. , the strength and vitality quickly faded, and the eyes became dark.
"Puff puff……"
"ah……"
Almost in an instant, dozens of figures were shattered by the saint's magical power. No matter how high their cultivation level was or how deep their realm was, they were all in vain.
Yuan Yourong and Ying Jianying were between "One Finger of the Saint" and a group of people who had been wiped out, and their faces had turned pale. They really couldn't figure out where Xin Zhuo got the terrifying saint's methods, and why he turned against him in an instant. He seemed to...have always been someone who didn't want to suffer.
In the aftermath of the strong saint's finger, they had no choice but to increase their momentum to the extreme, use powerful infuriating energy to protect their bodies, and try their best to retreat.
"boom……"
The remnant jade of the Confucian sage was overwhelmed and suddenly collapsed, and the 1,900-foot-high "Wangtiantai" also broke from it and fell into the endless abyss below.
Rubbles, trees, rock jade bricks, broken corpses, and the disintegrating true energy and power after the death of extremely high-level warriors pervaded everywhere.
The three thousand Confucian disciples and those who had been "deposed" from all directions, who finally hid in safe areas, looked on in horror, helpless.
This natural disaster-like scene, the scene of countless super sects, holy places, cave masters falling, apart from the legendary saints fighting each other, who has seen it?
Many people subconsciously looked in the air, and Xin Zhuo disappeared with his pet dog!
"boom……"
The violent sound of the huge relics of the saint falling into the endless abyss along with the collapsed "Wangtiantai" finally came from below.
Many people watched in despair. The master who was lost this time was too high-level, his origins were too terrible, and his impact was extremely far-reaching.
Directly above the rooftop, in the thick dust and smoke, Yuan Yourong and Ying Jianying stood silently, with the veils on their faces fluttering in the wind, and their eyes extremely complicated.
After a while, six bloody figures suddenly jumped up weakly from below. They were Huang Taigai, Master Zhiming, Grandmaster Xiao, the girl with white gauze, Jiang Liyang and the old woman beside Ying Jianying.
The six people were not dead, but they were not far away. All the body-protecting spirit treasures in their bodies exploded, their martial arts skills were almost wiped out, their foundations were destroyed, their flesh and blood were scraped, and their bones were cracked. They looked more terrifying than evil ghosts. .
This feeling, for them, is worse than death.
They immediately scanned the sky and saw that Xin Zhuo had already left.
Deep in their eyes, they couldn't help but reveal a trace of fear. They were afraid of a junior from the back realm. This was something they had never done before, but Xin Zhuo seemed to be worth it.
Among the hundreds of millions of warriors in the day after tomorrow, he is the fastest-growing person, a pseudo-true warrior, a Tao-level breakthrough form, breaking through the ninth level of the Confucian saint's remnant jade, and using the Hunyuan virtual realm to summon a saint's means to come to the world!
What kind of monster is this?
At this moment, Xin Zhuo's whole person seemed to be extremely mysterious.
"Mother-in-law?" Ying Jianying asked with a frown.
The old woman's voice was hoarse and weak: "It must have been an opportunity to strike at the ninth level of the Confucian Sage's remnant jade. After all, it is not a saint's method, otherwise he would definitely die. It is a pity that he gave up all his spiritual treasures and lifelong cultivation in exchange for life. …”
After a pause, he stumbled forward and grabbed Ying Jianying's hand: "Let's go. The Kujian Palace is hunting down Xin Zhuo, so that the ten sons and thirty-six generals of the Jian Palace will be born. He will be caught in the sky and on the earth. If you don’t die, you will definitely grow into a formidable enemy with a dead sword in the future!”
The two of them flashed and ran straight into the distance.
The little Patriarch Xiao let out a long sigh. His closest disciple had also died. He had the same idea as the old woman. He also felt that Xin Zhuo had become a big worry. In his long years of practice, he had never seen such evil. The strange boy disappeared in the distance in a flash.
Yuan Yourong took a deep look at the place where the bodies of the two great sword masters fell, and walked away with the two old women in the distance.
With only one arm left, Jiang Liyang left lonely. He didn't know the cause and effect between himself and Xin Zhuo, who was the cause and who was the effect.
Soon, only the girl with white gauze eyes, Master Zhiming and Huang Taigai were left in the place. All three people's bones were broken and they were at the end of their strength.
Huang Taigai spat out a mouthful of bruised blood and said, "You didn't predict this, did you? What Xin Zhuo did was not among the five elements. It was like this, and it is still like this today. I have said before that this boy cannot be bullied, he is smarter than anyone else." !”
Master Zhiming recited the name of the Buddha: "He is too strong after all. Although we have the intention to take advantage of him, we still have the intention to protect his life. He somehow fit in with the saint's mind and summoned the Confucian saint to strike. back…….
The people who are chasing him will probably spread all over the major forces, in the Holy Land, the Cave Heaven, the Super Sect, in the sky and on the earth. How can he be spared? There was no way he could summon that saint's attack again! "
The girl with white gauze on the side had half of her body torn open and blood dripping from her eyes. She asked with difficulty: "Where did he escape to?"
Master Zhiming said in a deep voice: "Miss Mo Ruyu, how are you doing?"
Mo Ruyu's mouth showed a hint of coldness: "Kill me in both lives. From now on, Baixiaolou will plot against him everywhere. How can a mere Hunyuanxu realm defy the will of heaven?"
As he said that, he looked into the distance, his pupils spinning in the depths: "Recruit the Eighth Floor Ghost Blade Seven! The order goes to heaven and earth, urgent!"
…
"Gaba——"
"Susu..."
It was raining heavily, the wind was blowing, and there was lightning and thunder in the sky. It was obviously only noon, but the sky and the earth were dark.
Two figures passed through the rain curtain and flashed past.
Xin Zhuo's tattered robe was soaked, her hair was wet, and her eyes were a little dazed.
That saint's life-saving magical power was extremely powerful. I don't know if it killed those people. It was a pity to use it, but... to relieve hatred.
But to be honest, once you are happy, you have to face reality. I am afraid that the future will be even more difficult.
He looked around, not knowing where to go.
After thinking for a long time, he felt that Li Guangling, an old ghost, might be very helpful to him.
Focusing on one direction, Li Guangling must be found within three days at most.
(End of chapter)
