Wutong Mountain in Chu State is a vast mountain range composed of one main peak and thirty-six secondary peaks.
On the top of its main peak is a sycamore tree that has survived from ancient times to the present day. Its huge crown hangs high in the sky. The leaves on its branches are bright all year round. Up close, it looks like a canopy made of flames. From a distance, it looks like a phoenix standing proudly in the sky.
Thirty-six secondary peaks surround the main peak like stars over the moon.
The Bailing Sect, the largest sect in the Chu Kingdom, is located on the main peak of the Wutong Mountains.
In the past, except for the main peak, which was not accessible at will, all other peaks in the Wutong Mountains could be accessed freely.
Especially the twelve outer peaks allow outsiders to enter and admire the sycamore trees on the main peak from a distance.
However, half a month ago, on the main peak, even the true disciples and elders of the sect were unable to enter or exit freely.
The remaining peaks that were originally used for the residence of the inner and outer sect disciples were also closed.
Those peaks that are accessible to outsiders are also assigned true disciples and elders to guard them.
The entire Wutong Mountains were filled with a solemn atmosphere.
And all of this stems from the battle between Yu Sheng, the leader of the Bailing Sect, and Han Zhao, the new Martial God.
Ever since the news of Han Zhao accepting the challenge came out, it instantly swept the entire Dongsheng Continent.
The last battle at Tianxuan Mountain was beyond everyone's expectations, and the only spectators were the senior members of the family.
And this time, in addition to many wealthy children from aristocratic families, they rushed to the outside of the Wutong Mountains early to wait.
There are also many warriors who have been hiding in the world, and they have also rushed here.
On the outskirts of the Wutong Mountains, there were tens of thousands of warriors plus disciples of aristocratic families.
Zang masters who are usually rare to see among warriors are actually everywhere.
The Ningsha Martial Saints who were able to run rampant in the entire territory accounted for nearly one-tenth of the total number of people.
Almost half of the warriors from Dongsheng Continent rushed here, wanting to watch from a distance this shocking battle that was rare to see in hundreds of years.
Although they were only watching the battle from the outermost periphery, not many warriors whose realm was lower than the master realm dared to come.
Because the aftermath of a battle between extremely powerful men may cause them to be injured, so the qualifications to watch this battle are at a level that ordinary warriors cannot reach in their lifetimes.
"I didn't expect that Han Zhao could attract so many warriors."
A young man from an aristocratic family stood on a low slope, looking at the large number of warriors nearby, feeling the power of blood and energy rising to the sky, feeling mixed emotions of hunger, thirst and fear from the fragments of the divine weapon in his body.
The qi and blood of warriors are a great supplement to the divine weapons. However, when a large number of high-level warriors gather together, the blood evil force formed by their qi and blood can greatly consume the power of the divine weapons.
Otherwise, warriors would not have been dominant for tens of thousands of years before the Thousand Year War.
"Yes, you don't know. Among so many warriors, except for a small number who belong to our family, many others have never been seen before."
"There are more than a dozen of the Seven Evils who have perfected themselves! And they are all hermits. I didn't expect that the vitality of warriors is so tenacious."
The other children of the aristocratic families also talked about it.
"As soon as Han Zhao died today, the last hope of the warriors was completely wiped out. These people should give up."
A young man from an aristocratic family sneered.
Many people spoke in agreement, but most remained silent.
"The Bailing Sect's Ten Thousand Spirits Formation is known as the No. 1 Killing Formation in Dongsheng Continent. There is almost no way for people to survive. But what if Han Zhao wins?"
At this time, an unconvincing voice from a member of the aristocratic family came from the crowd.
When everyone heard this, they did not rush to refute.
Because his words touched everyone's hearts.
What if Han Zhao wins?
The aristocratic family suppresses warriors, but that does not prevent the children of the aristocratic family from also worshiping the strong.
Han Zhao became a beauty in anger and broke into the battle of all spirits alone. Even if he died, he could still be regarded as a hero.
"coming!"
I don’t know how long it took, but everyone looked up to the west.
A white sword light came from the distant sky in a moment and stopped above the Wutong Mountains.
On the flying sword, a handsome young man wearing a white robe stood with his hands behind his back.
"It's him, he is Han Zhao!"
After the Tianxuanzong battle, Han Zhao's appearance had entered the eyes of all the high-ranking forces.
Although many of the warriors present had never even seen Han Zhao's portrait, with such peerless grace, he must belong to the God of War.
"At the age of thirty-seven, you have already reached the pinnacle. Even if you see it with your own eyes, you still can't believe it."
Seeing Han Zhao looking calm and composed, the escaping light was lowered outside the main peak. The onlookers' warriors were all attentive, and they all activated their true energy to the extreme and strengthened their five senses.
"This battle will change the pattern of Dongsheng Continent. If Han Zhao wins, martial arts will revive. If Han Zhao loses, everything will stop."
Even if they can't see clearly the battle scene hundreds of miles away, it is not a waste of their lives to listen to this unprecedented battle and imagine the battle scene.
Above the clouds, Cao Mengxuan, Wang Tengyun, Qi Qingchan and other senior family officials had already arrived.
"His magic power is stronger than a month ago!" Cao Mengxuan looked solemnly.
Wang Tengyun's face became more and more gloomy, and his right hand unconsciously placed on the Xumi bag at his waist.
He didn't believe that Han Zhao could survive the Ten Thousand Spirits Formation, but he didn't dare to bet.
"Can he win?" Qi Qingchan's eyes flickered. When she learned that Han Zhao was going to the Bailing Sect to challenge in person, she couldn't believe her ears.
I originally wanted Han Zhao to help enlighten the spiritual acupoints in Longyuan Mountain, but I didn't expect that he had just passed through the catastrophe of magical powers. If he didn't seize the time to stabilize his realm, he would go into the Ten Thousand Spirits Array alone for the sake of a confidante. It was really unwise. Act of.
Qi Qingchan came here because she wanted to see the result of the war as soon as possible.
Secondly, I also want to find opportunities to help at critical moments.
Ever since the Battle of Tianxuan Mountain, the elders in the clan have had an ambiguous attitude towards Han Zhao. They neither support her friendship with Han Zhao nor oppose it, allowing her to do things easily.
Finally, she wanted to see with her own eyes how stunning Yu Xuanji, the previous leader of the Bailing Sect, was, who could make Han Zhao risk his life to save him.
...
Han Zhao looked up at the huge sycamore tree that covered the sky and the sun, felt the scorching power coming from the air, and calmly climbed onto the Bailing Terrace halfway up the mountain.
When he stepped onto the big platform, a beautiful woman in Taoist robes appeared. Her face was like a hibiscus, her eyebrows were like willow leaves, her charming eyes were like hooks, her bright red lips were slightly raised, and her black hair was pulled up into a high ponytail. Beauty's bun, pearl phoenix crown flashes fluorescently in the sun.
It was Yu Sheng.
It's just that at this time, Yu Sheng is no longer wearing a red dress, but is wearing a pure white robe that symbolizes the sect leader.
She looked at Han Zhao with a hint of surprise and solemnity, and her expression was no longer as playful as before.
In just over two months, the changes in Han Zhao's body faintly exceeded what she had accumulated over hundreds of years.
At this time, Yu Sheng completely believed that the rumors were not exaggerated in the slightest.
Han Zhao looked at Yu Sheng's lower abdomen, feeling the faint power of extreme cold inside her body, and said:
"I am coming."
"You shouldn't have come." Yu Xuanji's voice sounded.
"Han Zhao, I didn't expect you to actually come. Just for my senior sister, is it worth it?" Yu Sheng smiled.
"Han is a man who always keeps his word and never breaks his promise." Han Zhao said calmly.
"You are forty-one days late and have already broken your promise." Yu Xuanji's untimely voice sounded.
"..." Han Zhao twitched the corner of his mouth, but he didn't mean to make trouble like that.
"Sister, I'm reminding you that since you've already broken your promise once, she won't blame you if you break her promise a second time. These words make me, a junior sister, feel jealous!" Yu Sheng covered her mouth and smiled sweetly.
"Han Zhao, since you are here today, stay forever!" an old man in green robe behind Yu Sheng said coldly. This man looked very ugly, and looked at Han Zhao with murderous intent in his eyes.
"Are you...Wang Na?" Han Zhao recognized the old man in green robes as the ancestor of the Wang family, Wang Na, who had hunted him down.
"I thought Wang Tengyun would have the courage to come in person. I think highly of him."
Han Zhao smiled faintly.
After speaking, Han Zhao activated his magic power, and an astonishing momentum swept across the entire platform like a whirlwind.
Just as Wang Yan was about to speak, he was forced to use his magic power to resist by this aura that was like substance.
boom!
The two magic powers collided head-on, and Wang Yan's body shook violently.
Thump thump thump!
Wang Yan took three steps back before regaining his balance.
Although Yu Sheng, who was affected by Han Zhao's magic power, remained motionless, a mana shield with extremely hot power also rose up on his body.
"careful!"
As soon as Han Zhao took a step forward, Yu Xuanji's voice sounded.
"Senior sister, don't be anxious. Your little lover will take a step ahead and will be with you soon." Yusheng laughed loudly and waved his sleeves, and the entire Wutong Mountain suddenly rose into a sky-high red light.
The golden sunlight fell, was absorbed by the huge sycamore tree, intersected with the red light rising from the mountain, and finally gathered on Yu Sheng's body.
Although Yu Sheng said it lightly, as soon as he took action, he used all his strength and directly launched the Ten Thousand Spirits Formation.
Buzz!
At the same time, on the thirty-six secondary peaks outside the main peak, huge magic circles lit up, and magic light pillars rose into the sky.
A kind of spiritual bird flew out of each beam of light.
The three-legged golden crow, the five-color peacock, the wandering Kunpeng, the nine-headed blue luan, the seven-headed owl...
These true spirits of heaven and earth, which had only appeared in legends, appeared in the sky one after another.
Although it was a phantom, the coercion contained in it frightened the warriors in the distance, and they instantly lost their ability to resist.
"Gather!" Yu Sheng pinched the magic formula.
These phantoms of the true spirits of heaven and earth surround the main peak, and they all use their innate magical powers on Han Zhao.
The true fire of the sun fell first, but the fireball, which was as big as a human brain, left black scorch marks in the void that seemed to distort the space in an unknown way.
Facing the extremely hot real fire that was enough to scorch the space into distortion, Han Zhao remained unmoved. He stretched out his index finger, and a weak flame the size of a soybean ignited.
"Go!" Han Zhao stabbed with his sword.
The flames soared into the sky, carrying violent piercing sounds as they swelled in the wind. Before they hit the real sun fire, they had already become a small sun with a diameter of more than a hundred meters.
"Peng!"
Like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth, the True Fire of the Sun was swallowed up in one gulp by the great magical power "True Sun Gang" that Han Zhao had just mastered. The two identical extremely hot powers rapidly consumed mana.
In the end, the small sun formed by Sun True Gang consumed nearly half of its power and digested Sun True Fire.
"Thank you." Han Zhao took the Yang Zhengang back into his body and smiled at Yu Sheng.
Yu Sheng frowned slightly, and the three-legged golden crow ignited the real fire of the sun, and the whole body turned into a huge fireball.
Han Zhao saw her repeating her old trick and releasing the Sun True Gang again.
However, Taiyang Zhengang had just left the body.
The five-color peacock flapped its wings, the halo of the five-color feathers on its tail flowed, and the five-color divine light of green, yellow, red, black, and white brushed down, and the true power of the sun suddenly froze in mid-air.
At this time, the entire three-legged golden crow that turned into the sun's true fire flashed away, appeared above Han Zhao's head in an instant, and fell suddenly.
Han Zhao lifted his left hand behind his back, and five colored lights of green, yellow, red, black and white appeared on his five open fingers.
The three-legged golden crow that turned into the true fire of the sun stopped in front of Han Zhao.
Han Zhao took a deep breath, and the large ball of true sun fire was swallowed into his belly.
Immediately afterwards, Han Zhao soared into the sky and turned into a five-color peacock.
The five-color divine light brushed down, and the five-color divine light of the five-color peacock was brushed away.
boom!
The originally stagnant Yang Zhengang burst out, hitting the five-color peacock shadow and swallowing it instantly.
"Huh?" Yu Sheng's expression changed slightly. Unexpectedly, Han Zhao could also display the five-color divine light, and it was even better than the five-color divine light released by the five-color peacock feathers left by the ancestor.
The five-color peacock bloodline that Han Zhao once captured was just Kong Yi's second bloodline awakening. How could he have such a powerful five-color divine light?
"cut!"
Yu Sheng used her hand as a knife and slashed down at Han Zhao in the sky.
Youtian Kunpeng's phantom wings folded together, and two green cold lights crossed and fell down.
I saw the two green lights that were less than a hundred meters away from the body, then they flashed away and disappeared.
However, Han Zhao instantly released the five-color peacock transformation, and his body size suddenly shrank.
"The power of space?!" Han Zhao looked up to a place less than ten meters above the ground, where two dark intersecting cracks appeared in the void, and there were waves of terrifying suction coming from them.
It was just the phantom of Youtian Kunpeng, but it was truly extraordinary that it could cut through space with just one blow.
But everything was under Han Zhao's control.
At this time, a dark blue drop of water the size of a rice grain suddenly fell from Han Zhao's head.
Wang Yan finally took action at the critical moment.
Facing the seemingly insignificant drop of water, Han Zhao directly performed the Vajra Transformation, transformed his whole body into the body of Vajra, and punched out with all his strength.
Seeing that Han Zhao refused to dodge and actually caught him with his fist, Wang Na sneered, a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
boom--!
Along with an earth-shaking loud noise, the rice-sized water droplet was blown away by Han Zhao.
"What?!" Wang Yan exclaimed.
This seemingly insignificant drop of water is actually a drop of nether heavy water that he refined for hundreds of years. It is as big as a grain of rice but as heavy as a mountain.
If you are not careful during the fight, your body will be broken by the heavy water of the netherworld. Even if you use defensive magic treasures, you may not be able to withstand this huge force.
However, Han Zhao was able to knock away the Netherworld Water, which was as heavy as a mountain, with just his physical body.
Wang Yan's shock didn't last long. The next moment, a scene that made his eyes split with anger happened.
"you dare?!
"
Han Zhao's body flashed, and a small golden pot the size of a palm appeared in his palm. He opened the lid of the pot and took it away, and actually absorbed the drop of heavy water from the underworld.
Wang Nao was horrified to find that this drop of heavy water from the nether world, which was closely related to his life, had lost its sensitivity.
Even a spiritual treasure has absolutely no such power, and it cannot directly cut off his connection with his natal magical power.
"Hmph." Han Zhao snorted coldly.
boom!
Demonic energy soared into the sky, and dark-gold scales the size of copper coins suddenly appeared on Han Zhao's originally red-gold skin.
A pitch-black horn emerged from his forehead.
As soon as Han Zhao stretched out his hand, the Demon Dragon Blade fell into his palm.
"Not good!" Wang Na felt the terrifying power of Han Zhao's demon god. Just a look in his eyes made him feel as if he was facing an ancient beast head-on, as if he would be torn into pieces in the next second.
"What are you waiting for?! You haven't taken action yet!
"
Wang Na roared angrily, dark green mana rose into the sky, and a large texture like a turtle shell suddenly appeared on his face.
A black tortoise shell shield with a diameter of one foot flew out of his body, protecting him behind him.
He did not use the Black Turtle True Form, because in front of a killing weapon like the Demon Dragon Blade, its size was too large and was not conducive to defense.
Han Zhao slashed down the magic dragon blade in his hand.
The nearby spiritual energy of heaven and earth turbulence violently, forming dense spiritual patterns, which are about to converge into the Demon Dragon Blade.
However, the phantoms of the spiritual birds of heaven and earth above were chirping in unison, and the huge forbidden light curtain isolated a large amount of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and blocked it out of the formation.
At the same time, two old men with almost identical looks appeared on the left and right behind Han Zhao.
The two released two beams of purple light, which shot out at a miraculous and tricky angle.
The spiritual birds of heaven and earth above released their great magical powers again under the urging of Yu Sheng.
Three hundred-meter black lights flew out, but due to the lack of infusion of heaven and earth spiritual energy, their power was obviously insufficient.
The oncoming knife was blocked by Wang Yan with a tortoise shell shield, leaving only a shallow scratch on the shield. As the magic power circulated, the scratch disappeared in an instant.
The other two swords only clashed with the two purple lights attacking Han Zhao, and their mana was consumed by each other.
When Han Zhao faced the great magical power released by the heaven and earth spiritual bird above, he did not forcefully intercept it. Instead, he used three-point returning energy to push out a whirlpool of mana and decompose the suddenly falling great magical power.
However, after decomposing the power of the great supernatural power, the three-point return vitality was also exhausted and collapsed.
Buzz!
The magic dragon blade in Han Zhao's palm trembled violently, and the spiritual energy and patterns of heaven and earth outside the restricted light curtain flashed, constantly impacting the restriction.
"He can't absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the big formation, take this opportunity to kill him!" Wang Min was overjoyed.
"Ho~!"
As a tiger's roar echoed from above, Murong Jie, who was hidden in the shadow of the spiritual bird in the world, took action.
The overwhelming innate sharp golden energy turned into thousands of sword lights and poured down, as if trying to tear the space apart.
Compared to Murong Hua who was caught off guard and killed by Han Zhao using the Immortal King's Golden Body, Murong Jie hid aside for a long time and prepared, and finally used the killing power of the White Tiger bloodline to its maximum.
boom!
The two old men behind Han Zhao also released the soaring Yin Qi, and the two mountain-like demon statues suddenly rose up. The terrifying clouds condensed, forming two vortexes of Yin Qi combined at the top.
Wang Yan sprayed a mouthful of his life essence and blood on the tortoise shell shield. The shield split apart with a crackling sound and turned into thirty-six sharp sword-like spikes, all of which stabbed at Han Zhao. All his escape routes were blocked.
"Wither bug tricks."
Facing this combined attack that could severely damage the martial god at the peak of the third level of magical power, Han Zhao smiled disdainfully. He made a seal with one hand, and a demon statue hundreds of meters tall suddenly condensed on the surface of his body. The ferocious demon statue with three heads and six arms was like a demon god. Upright.
The six arms of the demon statue spread out behind its back like a roc spreading its wings. Under the condensation of majestic magic power, knives, swords, spears, halberds, bows, and arrows appeared.
The six arms simultaneously performed the five martial arts mastered by Han Zhao.
"break."
Han Zhao spoke lightly.
The golden sword light and the white sword light combined and swept across the top. The thousands of sword lights formed by the innate sharp golden energy seemed to be wiped away abruptly, and they were all turned into powder.
As for the spirit birds of heaven and earth whose spiritual energy was cut off by the spirit-cutting style, their great magical powers were destroyed by themselves and dissipated suddenly.
The bright silver gun light covered the sky and the sun, and thirty-six sharp sword-like spikes were instantly drowned by countless gun lights.
The three arrows of wind, ice, and thunder were fired in unison, and the towering demon statue transformed into a divine weapon was directly shaken back several miles away, and crashed into the restriction with a bang.
The decisive blow from the four parties was easily neutralized by the God-killing Sword, the Soul-Slaying Sword, the Soul-Chasing Gun, the Red Dragon Halberd, and the Three Strange Spirit Arrows.
It usually takes hundreds of years for people in the supernatural power realm to master one or two special skills, but Han Zhao could easily use five at the same time.
Wang Yan, Murong Jie, and the two third-level commanders from Tianmo Cave all had expressions of horror on their faces.
Han Zhao wounded them all with one blow.
The most important thing is that he doesn't seem to be serious at all.
"Senior sister, you are right. This person has the ability to rescue you. I underestimated him." At this time, Yu Sheng, who was controlling the phantom of the spirit bird in the All Spirits Formation below, sighed.
"What are you going to do?!" Yu Xuanji was shocked.
"Don't worry, even if you die, I will take you away with me! Of course, that's not the step yet." Yu Sheng sneered.
Han Zhao and Nirvana merged into one and launched a fierce attack on the four people.
"Yusheng! Don't take action yet!"
Under Han Zhao's magical power, the four of them had little power to fight back and quickly asked Yu Sheng for help.
However, Yu Sheng turned a deaf ear and only controlled the All Souls Formation to assist the four people, but did not directly participate in the battle.
The four people cursed in their hearts, but they had no time to breathe under Han Zhao's attack, and everything was in danger for a while.
"ah!"
The situation changed instantly as Murong Jie, who was the slowest, was hit by Han Zhao's six arms of Nirvana at the same time, destroying the white tiger's true body.
"Yusheng!
! "
Wang Yan and the other two third-level soldiers roared unwillingly, and in less than a hundred breaths, they all died in the hands of Han Zhao.
Han Zhao's eyes fell on Yu Sheng below.
"You are very strong, too strong to be in the magical realm." Yu Sheng showed a smile, with a trace of determination in his eyes.
"I am invincible under heaven and man, and I am invincible above heaven and man." Han Zhao pointed the magic dragon blade in his hand at Yu Sheng.
"Let go of the mystery, this is your last chance."
Boom!
"You should never, never should, never enter this great array of spirits!"
Yusheng laughed wildly, and the entire Wutong Mountain shook violently. The shadows of spiritual birds appeared again among the thirty-six peaks, including the three-legged golden crow and five-color peacock that Han Zhao had just swallowed.
Thirty-six kinds of heaven and earth spiritual birds flew towards the main peak like hundreds of birds facing the phoenix, and finally they all disappeared into Yu Sheng's body.
