It is the instinct of all living things to worship the strong and fear the strong.
However, facing Zhong Wen, whose strength far exceeded his own, the Chi warrior could not feel any fear in his heart, but only had a strong desire to press him to the ground and rub him hard.
This is an idea that comes from deep within the soul and is completely independent of rational thinking.
"Wow!"
The leader of the Chi clan, who was already riding a prairie wolf, turned around and ran a few feet away, suddenly turned around, let out an angry roar, brandished the sword in his hand, and pointed it at the young man in white in the distance.
Countless Chi warriors had red eyes, brandished heavy weapons in their hands, screamed and screamed, and rushed straight towards Zhong Wen. Their red eyes and ferocious expressions seemed to have a grudge against him for killing his father and seizing his wife. hate.
Of course, among the Chi clan's army, there were not many fathers and sons who went to the battlefield together. He had just harvested nearly 20,000 lives, and among the remaining people, some actually lost their own fathers because of him.
Stop, stop quickly!
Don't mess with this devil!
I don’t want to die yet!
The Chi people, who were used to seeing life and death, didn't care too much about the so-called "blood debt must be paid with blood", and obviously had no intention of fighting Zhong Wen to the death. However, the disgust from their hearts made them involuntarily attack.
Even though he knew that his actions were nothing more than hitting a stone with an egg, his body was completely out of control of his thoughts.
Not to mention these Chi tribe members who had amazing brute strength but mediocre cultivation, even the elders of the "Seven Star Pavilion" above were not spared.
What the hell?
Why did you leave before the fight was over?
Old man, why am I so unattractive?
Old Master Liu looked at the several "Seven Star Pavilion" elders who suddenly abandoned him and went straight to Zhong Wen, falling into deep self-doubt.
He was seriously injured in the battle with Yu Heng, and he should have been relieved to be able to escape from the battlefield. However, seeing the enemy abandoning him so decisively, the old man felt a little lost for some unknown reason.
He, why is he so good-looking?
Suddenly losing her opponent, Gan Muyun's eyes couldn't help but fall on Zhong Wen, who was the target of public criticism. The moment she saw the boy in white, her heart suddenly jumped wildly, and two blushes appeared on her cheeks unconsciously. She was actually a little emotional. It’s difficult for oneself.
In her eyes, Zhong Wen at this time was simply a handsome man who had never been seen before or since. He was a peerless handsome man who should not have existed in the world. He was a miracle of the Creator.
If he wasn't on the battlefield, the flower of the Dara tribe would almost be unable to bear it and rush to his side to hug him and offer himself a pillow.
Me, what's wrong with me?
After all, she had a stable temperament, and soon realized her abnormality, and quickly adjusted her mentality so that she did not do anything rude.
Zhuma on the other side acted even worse than her.
The girl clasped her hands on her chest, her eyes full of small hearts of love, looking at Zhong Wen, like a crazy fan meeting an idol, her mouth almost drooled, she almost shouted to the boy, "I want to give birth to you" monkey".
Even Yu Xuanji, who was already pregnant with Nangong Yu's flesh and blood, was a little disturbed at this moment, and almost had the dangerous idea of cuckolding Young Nangong.
Of course Zhong Wen didn't know what kind of impact the "Tihua Show" he performed in order to retain his enemies had on the minds of the three women.
I saw him standing quietly on the spot, neither dodge nor evade, his arms were slightly raised from the left and right sides, and his whole body was filled with purple energy. At the same time, he was shining with a brilliant purple-gold light, and also exuded an annoying aura. breath.
Of course, this aura only affected the enemy. General Zeng Rui, Nangong Yu and others did not feel anything strange.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
Countless fists, feet, clubs, swords, guns, swords and axes fell on Zhong Wen, making loud noises.
After suffering so many critical blows, the young man's waist remained straight and his expression remained unchanged. His eyes shone with a cold light and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
He resisted the onslaught of the Chi tribe's army and the elders of the Holy Land head-on, but it seemed that they failed to cause him even the slightest bit of damage.
Is this still a human being?
An elder from the "Seven Star Pavilion" had an extremely shocked expression on his face, and his mouth was so wide that he could almost stuff two eggs into it.
As a top master at the level of Taoist Spirit Master, it is not like he has never met a practitioner who is stronger than himself.
For example, a Dark Seven Star master like Tianshu Tianji can use his super speed to easily evade his spiritual skills.
And a powerful person like the Seven-Star Saint can use the Saint's Domain to directly deprive him of the ability to take action.
However, a freak like Zhong Wen who used his body to resist the attack of tens of thousands of people was definitely unheard of and unseen.
I'm afraid even a saint might not be able to do it, right?
Such a thought appeared in the elder's mind unconsciously.
run!
Must run!
Realizing that the gap between the two sides was too great and that they were not at the same level at all, he kept warning himself in his heart.
However, as soon as the thought of escaping came to his mind, the anger and hatred emerged again, making him unable to help but punch Zhong Wen.
do not!
What the hell am I doing?
I didn’t drink too much last night!
The elder of "Seven Star Pavilion" really wanted to cry without tears, and he had no idea what kind of evil he had been possessed by.
At this moment, Zhong Wen, who was being beaten continuously, suddenly raised his head and grinned, revealing a row of white and neat teeth.
Then, countless golden spiritual swords suddenly appeared in the air, centering on him, and shot out in all directions.
The speed of these golden spiritual swords is as fast as lightning, drawing dazzling golden streams of light in the air, which seem to be inexhaustible and inexhaustible, creating a beautiful and gorgeous picture.
However, behind the seemingly beautiful scene, there is infinite murderous intent.
Wan Jian returns to his clan!
Accompanied by bursts of wailing, each strong body was ruthlessly penetrated by the golden stream of light. The Chi tribe's army was like waves of wheat in the strong wind, and the leeks under the sickle fell in pieces.
When the endless sword light dissipated, not even a single Chi clan member was left standing on the entire battlefield.
The fate of the "Seven Star Pavilion" elders in the sky was no better than that of the Chi tribe.
Just as they were a few feet away from Zhong Wen, their hearts suddenly accelerated, their energy and blood flowed backwards, and they lost the ability to move in just a short moment.
If you stay in a daze during such a life-and-death crisis, the consequences can be imagined.
The body of the dignified Taoist Spirit Master was also pierced by countless holes in the golden sword light. He died in a miserable state, almost no different from an ordinary Chi tribe soldier with no cultivation.
There was silence on the battlefield, and even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.
"Old Yan, am I right?" Jin Xi and "Gudong" swallowed their saliva, feeling that the scene in front of them was beyond their understanding, "This man actually easily slaughtered an army of 50,000 people with one person's power. And several spiritual masters?”
"Your Majesty," the lieutenant he called "Lao Yan" hesitated, "Unless we are all in a dream, no, there should be no mistake."
"The Daqian Empire has such a strong man!" Jin Xihe clenched his fists tightly, his arms trembling, "I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse."
"This kind of strength is definitely not possessed by ordinary people." Lao Yan gradually calmed down, "I will tell you that this person is probably from the Wen Dao Academy."
"So what?" Jin Xihe's face didn't look much better. "The rules of the Holy Land not to interfere with the secular world have long since ceased to exist. What difference does it make if he comes from Daqian or the Academy? If one day he gets the idea, We are going to take action against our Jingyu Empire..."
"At least at this stage, this person is a friend rather than an enemy. Who can say clearly what will happen in the future?" Lao Yan's speech gradually became sharper and his thinking became smoother. "Besides, with the current situation of the empire, even if there is no The threat from foreign enemies is also fearful..."
Although he didn't finish his sentence, the meaning couldn't be more obvious.
Today, the Jingyu Empire is in chaos due to internal and external troubles. If it continues to develop at this rate, it will definitely fall apart in the near future, and it will not be able to wait for the Daqian Empire to send troops to attack.
"That's true." Jin Xihe was stunned for a long time, and finally sighed and said with a wry smile, "At least he is not an enemy for now. What will happen in the future? What do you want to do now?"
"We haven't seen each other for just a few days, but this kid has grown to such an extent?" Nangong Yu kept waving her fan in the ice and snow, trying to suppress the shock in her heart, "He is even more evil than my girl!"
Both he and Yu Xuanji had fought together with Zhong Wen at the Xiqi border, so they were no strangers to this magical boy.
However, the young man who was just barely able to compete with the Spirit Lord at the beginning has now slaughtered many Holy Land elders and tens of thousands of barbarians in a flash. Such a speed of progress can no longer be explained by common sense, even if he is too clever. People, their thinking is still somewhat difficult to turn around.
"We survived." Yu Xuanji suddenly said calmly.
Nangong Yu was stunned and turned to look at her.
This beautiful female general looked cold, but her eyes shone with the joy of surviving the disaster.
Her slender hands gently caressed her lower abdomen, and the surface of her fair skin exuded a strange brilliance like a saint.
Nangong Yu's heart melted instantly, and her chest was filled with an indescribable tenderness.
He quickly stepped forward, held Yu Xuanji's delicate white hand, and said in an extremely gentle voice: "Yes, the three of us survived."
"Look, this is my master!" Wang Tiechui proudly boasted to a Midnight Army soldier.
"Is Zhong Shenxian your master?" The soldier glanced at him doubtfully, "Have you never heard that he has an apprentice?"
"You, you know my master?" Wang Tiechui was surprised.
He didn't expect that just one of the thousands of Daqian soldiers would know Zhong Wen's reputation as a god, and he couldn't help but feel guilty when he boasted about it.
"Who in our army doesn't know the name of Immortal Zhong?"
When Zhong Wen was mentioned, the man's face was full of reverence, and then he asked doubtfully, "Since you are a disciple of Zhong Shenxian, your strength must be extraordinary. Why didn't I see you kill the enemy just now?"
In the whole battle, Wang Tiechui only made one scissor, and then he fell to the ground.
Although the target of this cut was a dignified master of the Dark Seven Stars, the scene was not spectacular in any way, so it naturally did not attract the soldier's attention.
"Master, master only taught me how to cut my hair." Wang Tiechui blushed and mumbled, "He didn't teach me how to fight."
His voice became smaller and smaller, feeling that even he might not believe it when he said it.
"No wonder your barbering skills are so unique. Immortal Zhong is indeed capable of anything." Unexpectedly, the soldier showed a look of sudden enlightenment, and then said with longing, "I wonder if I will have the opportunity to be taught a skill by the Immortal."
It turns out that in addition to his strong combat power, Zhong Wen also showed outstanding medical skills, blacksmithing, spiritual patterns, theological literature and other attainments in the military. His "omnipotent" image has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of many soldiers.
It is obviously not surprising to have another hair-shaving skill.
"Brother, don't think about it." Wang Tiechui didn't expect that he would accept the fairy's advice to shave his head without any obstacles. He was surprised and couldn't help but snarled again, "My master chooses his apprentices based on their qualifications. Bone requirements are very high. I remember when I was born, a stone tablet grew in the village, which said that God would not give birth to me..."
I don’t know how much Daqian owes him!
Not far away, General Zeng stared at Zhong Wen, who stood in the center of the battlefield like an invincible god of war. He listened to Wang Tiechui and his soldiers blowing the magic conch, and he was filled with emotion and thoughts.
Human life is really fragile!
Looking at the Chi clan corpses piled up like a hill around him, Zhong Wen's expression was indifferent, and his heart was calm. He didn't seem to realize that these tens of thousands of people were killed by his own hands.
I don’t know if it was because he kept experiencing destruction and witnessing death during this journey of time and space fragments, and some subtle changes occurred in his state of mind.
The beginning and end of life seemed to have become a matter of course, independent of emotions, and could no longer be easily shaken by him.
"Cough, cough!"
A soft cough suddenly sounded.
"Qiqi, are you awake?"
Zhong Wen, who had put on a peerless killing posture just a moment ago, instantly softened his expression. He tapped his toes, and his white figure landed lightly beside Liu Qiqi and Shen Xiaowan. He looked at the girl in red who had just woken up, with a look on his face. asked gently.
She had clearly swallowed the most top-notch healing medicine, the Shengshengjuanhuadan, but Liu Qiqi's face was still pale, and her delicate body fell limply to the ground. She seemed to be struggling to sit up, but ultimately failed.
Liu Qiqi, who was once strong and lively, but later became ruthless, rarely showed a weak side, like a weak woman with no power to restrain a chicken, which made people feel pity for her.
"Zhong Wen." She stared at the familiar face in front of her, opened her lips lightly, and weakly uttered two words.
"how do you feel?"
Zhong Wen gently lifted her up, only to feel that the girl's arms kept shaking, her delicate body was as soft as a bone, and her aura was extremely weak, she didn't look like a cultivator at all.
"I, my avenue." Liu Qiqi frowned slightly, tears flashing faintly in her eyes, "It was destroyed."
Zhong Wen was shocked, with a look of disbelief on his face.
