"He can't really beat him, can he?"
In the main hall, the fat demon warrior said with a frown.
"These thirteen monsters of Holy Tribulation are all transformed by Wu Wanjie's will, and contain Wu Wanjie's purest fighting will. This Shan Cang..."
"It's unbelievable. Although he is the Thirteenth Holy Tribulation, it is a bit outrageous to be able to fight like this."
"Hasn't he been locked up in the back mountain for ten years? Why does he have such mellow fighting skills?"
"It's incredible. This kind of ultimate single-soldier genius is very rare. Even the human race will never let such a genius be suspected of entering the holy tribulation..."
Behind Emperor Yun, those powerful men from various major forces in the Immortal Clan kept talking.
Shan Cang's fighting ability is shocking but also suspicious at the same time.
That's how a genius who lived in his own backyard for ten years was able to acquire such powerful fighting skills.
When Shan Cang fought a group of holy tribulation creatures by himself before, many people were already suspicious.
Now, fighting like this with the Holy Tribulation Thirteen is unbelievable.
In the front seat, Emperor Yun sat quietly, his eyes looking terribly cold.
"It can cause the attack and killing of the Holy Tribulation Thirteen, which shows that the Holy Tribulation world believes that Shan Cang is an alien genius who needs to be eradicated. Even the last will of the human martial saint is to eradicate him. Why do you doubt an innocent genius?"
Emperor Yun spoke indifferently, and all the discussions suddenly stopped.
Emperor Yun squinted his eyes and seemed to be speaking for Shan Cang at this moment, but he was no less suspicious than others.
The more talented you are, the more you can attract his attention and arouse his suspicion.
The Immortal Clan is all rotten inside, but there are always a few people who understand.
"Emperor Yun, this Shan Cang doesn't look like a fairy at all!"
A voice full of murderous intent sounded, and the speaker was Shan Jue, the leader of the Mountain Clan.
Emperor Yun glanced at him indifferently, but the other party stopped talking.
At the same time, Emperor Yun sent a message:
"Go, secretly go to the mountain behind the Mountain Clan and investigate to see if there are any clues about the human race's past."
"yes!"
A voice sounded from thousands of miles away, and at the same time, a beautiful figure flew out from the metal fortress and soared into the sky.
at the same time.
The world of holy calamity.
"Shan Cang, who is it?"
An indifferent voice sounded, and the handsome Taicheng stood in the void. He stood alone on a long sword and flew with the sword.
Roar!
On the ground, one holy tribulation creature roared at him.
"The Secret of the Sword - Born from the Clouds!"
After Tai Cheng finished speaking, he waved his hand casually, and in an instant countless sword blades flew out of his sleeves and robes. Taking advantage of the afterglow of the setting sun, the sharp blades turned into sword rain in mid-air and slashed down instantly.
The bodies of the holy tribulation creatures were washed away by the rain of swords, and their flesh and blood splattered.
…………
Boom boom boom!
A series of roars sounded from the ground.
Demon Lina was flying high in the sky, and beneath her, the black-eyed demon youth punched out.
Each fist seal shattered the air, and it continued to rush forward, destroying the holy tribulation creatures one after another.
"This Holy Tribulation creature is a good thing. One Holy Tribulation can bring me almost two points of energy and blood."
The black-eyed young man named Morodo laughed lightly.
"Brother, our main purpose is to rush to the Bridge of Despair. It will be useless no matter how many holy tribulation creatures you kill here. Don't forget, we are here for the opportunity of the Holy Body."
Molina was speechless, her petite body lying in the void, stroking her forehead with one hand.
"Kill some more, kill some more."
Morodo nodded, but the murderous intent in his eyes did not diminish at all.
"It's over, you're stunned. That Shan Cang was the first to obtain a thousand Holy Tribulation Leaves, did that hit you?"
Morina rolled her eyes.
"Hehe, no, but I want to be the first one to get ten thousand Saint Tribulation Leaves!"
Morodo roared loudly and punched out.
"It's over, my silly brother, there is no hope for us demons in this Holy Body opportunity."
Molina's face turned pale and she looked behind her:
"Demons, leave my brother alone, let's go to the Bridge of Despair first."
When her voice fell, dozens of demon geniuses cheered and left behind Molina.
He simply ignored Morodo who was still killing crazily.
Among them, naturally there is Bu Shengxi who is disguised as the Demon Clan's arrogant Kuang Jiaoyue.
…………
Time passed slowly.
"Emperor Yun, we found some clues."
A cold voice reached Emperor Yun's ears.
"Oh?" Emperor Yun's eyes turned cold, and he stared at Shan Cang on the screen.
"Requesting visual sharing."
"pass."
The moment the voice fell, a picture appeared on the contact lens on Emperor Yun's eye.
It was in a lonely and cold back mountain break.
The entire fracture is almost the size of a twenty-square-meter room.
There was only one bed that looked reasonably tidy.
However, Emperor Yun's men dug out a very old-looking notebook from under the bed.
Then, within sight, a slender and pure white hand opened the notebook.
The book is filled with immortal characters written crookedly.
When he saw the first line, Emperor Yun's eyes were filled with surprise.
[Fight with the sky, fight with the earth, fight with people, the fun is endless!
However, I am the only one here, the world has forgotten me, and the immortals ignore me, who can I fight with?
Of all the tribes in Cang Cang, are we, Shan Cang, really going to be ruined and turned into rotten bones and rotten skin? 】
Emperor Yun narrowed his eyes. After just a few words, he actually felt the anger and helplessness of being invincible.
This book should be Shan Cang's diary.
It is most normal for a person to write a diary when he is locked up in a back mountain. After all, besides talking to himself and writing a diary for himself to read, what else can he do?
Wow~
With those delicate fingers, she turned to the second page.
[I can fight with myself. I know that only fighting can make me stronger. Since I am invincible, then I will look for a powerful enemy that makes me most desperate!
The person I am today should be stronger than the person I was yesterday, and at the end of the moment I should reach a new limit.
From now on, I will be Shan Cang’s only friend, and I will also be Shan Cang’s only enemy, the enemy that I must always defeat...]
Emperor Yun frowned, is that so?
The oldest method of cultivation among ancient immortals is retreat and meditation.
A person endures endless loneliness. In his mind, he is the only one, constantly simulating and pursuing the truth of the world.
There was an ancient Buddhist immortal who sat cross-legged facing a wall for more than ten years. His own shadow caused the wall to collapse. On the day he came out of seclusion, he had understood the superior Dharma.
This method is not very unusual, but it requires tremendous pain. Many people cannot give up the joys and laughter of the world and the happiness of human relations, so they cannot practice meditation.
Unexpectedly, Shan Cang was so desperate that he actually thought of a path of his own.
Emperor Yun fell silent, and the coldness in his eyes gradually disappeared.
This book is a complete surprise.
