"The monks at the Nascent Soul stage are fighting to destroy the heaven and the earth. Even the surrounding space will be annihilated into nothingness. Since you two want to settle the cause and effect here, let's enter the cage and fight!"
"This is the fifth-level peak of our sect, the Ten Directions Cave Heaven Mountain Protection Formation. It can withstand frontal attacks from the peak of the Tongshen Realm. It is not difficult to protect the shock wave of the fight between you two juniors!"
Lei Wanjun explained loudly.
Everyone immediately started talking in an uproar.
"Oh my God, he actually activated the fifth-order peak mountain protection formation for a fight. Isn't this Zixiao Holy Land's act too big? It's really arrogant!"
"It is rumored that this kind of formation requires a minimum of 30 million high-grade spiritual stones to be activated each time, and each breath requires a million spiritual stones to maintain operation. Tsk tsk tsk, it's scary!"
"If this fight drags on longer, won't there be a lot of bloodshed in Zixiao Holy Land?"
"Haha, you have underestimated the foundation of this Holy Land, haven't you? They won't feel bad even if such a large formation is open for several days and nights!"
There were mutterings in the crowd.
Wei Han's eyes flashed and he was not surprised. After all, this was the gate of the Zixiao Holy Land. If he couldn't even protect the two Nascent Soul stage juniors from fighting, then the sect would lose face.
And he can see it!
This formation only activates the lowest energy consumption mode, and the hanging mountains on each peak have not yet been added to it. If they are also integrated into the formation, the power of this formation will have to be increased ten times or a hundred times.
"Brother Chu, please!"
Wei Han waved his hand politely, but Chu Zhan was not polite and ran directly into the cage!
After a while, the two of them were floating in mid-air, looking at each other from a distance. They were surrounded by an invisible cage formed by a large formation, and the combat area could be about dozens of miles in radius.
This area is naturally sufficient as a battleground.
Whether it is ordinary moving around or teleportation to avoid spells, there is enough space, and all the disciples of the sect can witness it with their own eyes, and no one can break the cage to interfere with the battle.
Therefore, this place is destined to be someone’s burial place!
From the moment Wei Han and Chu Zhan stepped into this place, they could only go out one way. No matter who died in the two holy places, they would not be able to risk the disapproval of the world to save people.
"It's still too late for you to regret it now." Wei Han said quietly.
He had no grievances with Chu Zhan and didn't want to be in the limelight.
But the other party obviously didn't think so. He sneered and provoked a hint of ridicule: "What? The dignified No. 1 Holy Son of Zixiao Holy Land, a rare genius in ten thousand years, is he afraid at this moment?"
"Haha!" Wei Han chuckled and didn't say much. He just raised his hand silently to signal: "Since Brother Chu is so confident, please use your strongest move. I will only attack once. Let's see if I can survive." Your luck."
"Okay, okay, Shengzi Wei is quite crazy."
When Chu Zhan heard this, his eyes became angry.
However, he is not a stupid person. He naturally knows that Wei Han wants a quick victory and does not want to use delaying tactics in full view of the public.
Normally when two Nascent Soul Stage monks fight, they usually test each other out and then use spells to attack each other. No one will kill them ruthlessly until they are completely sure. A battle can last for several days or nights, and it can be troublesome to entangle a few. Possibly every month.
But now Wei Han actually wants to kill him with one move. He is really arrogant.
Let’s not talk about the small realm difference between the two, let’s just say that the power and background behind Chu Zhan are definitely not comparable to Wei Han, who was born in a small sect.
"Since you want to seek death, this Holy Son will help you!"
After Chu Zhan let out a low roar, his aura surged wildly.
The sky and the earth suddenly changed color, and all kinds of wind blades gathered around him like a storm, rolling and rotating, and finally formed a terrifying tornado that reached the sky and the earth.
If it weren't for the large array of cages blocking the surrounding areas, the entire Zixiao Holy Land building would have been reduced to rubbish.
"This? Could this be the fourth-level advanced wind magic power?"
"It's so powerful. I'm afraid ordinary late-stage Nascent Soul monks wouldn't dare to get close to this kind of attack, right?"
"You're confused! The prelude to the magical power is so powerful, why doesn't Wei Shengzi take action? Do you have to wait for the opponent's move to explode before taking action?"
"No! The two of them are trying to decide the outcome with one move!"
There were discussions in the crowd.
Thousands of eyes were filled with a trace of nervousness.
But Wei Han remained motionless. He just watched Chu Zhan use his methods with a blank expression, allowing the opponent to gather billions of crescent wind blades.
"That's it?"
Wei Han's eyes flashed with disappointment.
One look completely angered Chu Zhan. At this moment, his expression became serious and he opened his true trump card without hesitation.
"Nine Beast Soul Seals, open! Open! Open!"
Chu Zhan clenched his fists with both hands and roared to the sky.
Bursts of beastly roars spread in all directions, and an overwhelming amount of energy erupted from his body, and his aura suddenly increased nine times.
"Good guy, is this the Nine Beast Soul Seal, the secret technique of Taichu?"
"This technique uses the beast soul to seal the ultimate energy in one's body. It can explode nine times the power at critical moments. However, it is easy to be affected by the beast soul and has a violent temper. Unexpectedly, Chu Zhan has also practiced this secret technique. Now I am afraid that it will be forced Is it easy to resist the late stage of Ordinary Nascent Soul?"
"A Holy Son is truly extraordinary, and his actions are so terrifying!"
Everyone became nervous, obviously not expecting that the strongest trump card would come out of the fight between the two.
But Wei Han remained calm, and even said with some disappointment: "Not enough, not enough, keep going!"
"ah!"
Chu Zhan roared like crazy, his black hair flying around like a madman.
Then a black embossed copper rod suddenly appeared in his hand. This copper rod grew with the wind, and instantly turned into a super-large stick-shaped magic weapon that was as thick as a person and a hundred feet long.
It easily stirs up the surrounding wind blades!
Chu Zhan was like an ant lifting up a pillar reaching the sky. The next moment, he crazily smashed it down towards Wei Han, accompanied by billions of violent wind blades!
"hiss!"
There were gasps from the crowd.
At this moment, time seemed to have stopped.
Although many people couldn't see the mystery of this move, just by seeing the surrounding void shattering crazily when the copper pillar hit, they could tell that this attack was definitely not simple.
At least many late-stage Nascent Soul monks will definitely avoid it in panic!
"Oops, this guy actually used an ancestral weapon?" Lei Wanjun's expression suddenly changed.
"What? Ancestor weapon?"
Li Fentian and Xu Suwan also changed their expressions at this moment.
They thought that no matter how powerful Chu Zhan was, he would only be better than ordinary mid-stage Nascent Soul monks, but who would have thought that he would frequently use his trump cards, and in the end he even used his ancestral weapon.
This is definitely a treasure passed down by the family behind Chu Zhan. It cannot be used by non-blood clan members and cannot be sacrificed except in the moment of life and death. He is risking his life!
(End of chapter)
