When the foggy thunder shattered with a roar, the mist released was like an out-of-control flood, sweeping across the entire life and death platform in an instant.
This sudden change caused the upper realm monks and human monks on both sides of the canyon to fall into shock and confusion at the same time.
They stretched their necks and widened their eyes, trying to peek through the thick fog to see what was going on on the stage of life and death, but everything was in vain.
The unwilling monks immediately tried to use their spiritual consciousness to explore, hoping to penetrate the fog in this way.
However, they soon discovered that their spiritual consciousness was so powerless in front of this thick fog, as if a mud cow plunged into the sea and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
At the same time, Wang Qingshui, Ding Zhiqiu and other top monks in the Ascension Realm on the human race's viewing platform could not restrain their inner curiosity and activated their powerful spiritual consciousness, trying to penetrate the thick fog on the life and death platform to find out. after all.
However, what surprised them was that even their powerful and keen consciousness could not shake the fog at all. Every attempt at spiritual consciousness failed.
At this moment, the stage of life and death became a place isolated from the world. What kind of thrilling battle was taking place on the stage, the outside world could not peep or guess.
This sense of unknown and mystery was like an invisible hook, arousing the curiosity and tension of everyone present.
They began to whisper and discuss, and everyone was guessing who the final winner would be. This seemingly peaceful contest has actually set off a storm in their hearts.
They either clenched their fists nervously or stared intently at the fog, for fear of missing any possible clue.
When the foggy thunder shattered, Li Changsheng acted quickly like an arrow from a string.
At the same time, Mengyue also appeared from the nine-turn incense burner. Her appearance was as sudden as a ghost, catching people off guard.
Li Changsheng held the gleaming Golden Thunder Sword in his hand, and in a flash, he turned into a bolt of lightning and rushed towards the direction of Xu Anzi.
His movements were swift and decisive, like an unstoppable gust of wind that instantly penetrated the thick fog.
Mengyue, on the other hand, was like an assassin in the dark night, silently attacking the white-robed monk. Her figure is as agile as a ghost, deftly moving through the mist, and every step is precise and swift.
She stared closely at every movement of the white-robed monk, and had already prepared a fatal blow in her heart. When the time was right, she would kill him with one blow.
Li Changsheng waved the Golden Thunder Sword in his hand and struck the spirit gathering array carefully arranged by Xu Anzi with a thunderous force.
As the sword light flickered, the originally solid spirit gathering array shattered into pieces and turned into auras of light flying all over the sky.
Although the magic circle was broken, the Shining Shield inside still blocked Li Changsheng's attack. He did not expect that Xu Anzi could maintain his spiritual power and maintain such a stable state despite being so seriously injured. .
Xu Anzi, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, reacted like lightning. When the fog rose and his vision was blocked, he sensed Li Changsheng's approach through his spiritual consciousness.
He urged the white-robed monk without hesitation, and like a thrown chess piece, he quickly returned to kill Li Changsheng.
However, at this critical moment, a cold figure suddenly appeared in the fog. It was Meng Yue. She was holding a half-moon sickle and appeared in Xu Anzi's sight like a ghost.
The moment Xu Anzi saw Meng Yue, a turmoil arose in his heart. He never expected that besides Li Changsheng, there would be another monk hidden on this stage of life and death.
Moreover, the monk's appearance was so sudden and strange, like a life-seeking messenger crawling out of the abyss of hell.
In this brief shock, Meng Yue had already waved the half-moon sickle in her hand and cut off the white-robed monk's head with lightning speed.
The head rolled several times in the air and then gradually dissipated. A moment later, the body of the white-robed monk also disappeared without a trace. At the same time, Xu Anzi's Nascent Soul was also firmly controlled by Meng Yue.
At this moment, Xu Anzi stood there as if struck by lightning, his eyes filled with horror and despair. He never expected that everything he had carefully planned would completely collapse in just a short moment.
Li Changsheng's eyes were as bright as fire at this moment, and he was focused entirely on Xu Anzi in front of him.
He knew that although the fog released by Wutian Lei was mysterious, its duration was limited, so he had to race against time to get rid of Xu Anzi in front of him as soon as possible.
He didn't have time to pay attention to Meng Yue's battle situation. He patted the storage bag and saw a flash of light, and the Po Xu Magic Pen fell steadily into his hand.
The moment Xu Anzi caught a glimpse of his Nascent Soul being firmly controlled by Meng Yue, his heart suddenly sank, and endless despair drowned him like a dark tide.
However, this seasoned monk did not give up his resistance. Instead, a trace of determination and madness flashed in his eyes.
He knew very well that he still held the last trump card of the innate spiritual treasure in his hand. Even if he was destined to die, he would make Li Changsheng pay a heavy price and drag him to be buried with him!
Therefore, at this critical moment of life and death, Xu Anzi did not hesitate to activate the remaining spiritual power in his body. His body flashed and turned into a dark stream of light, moving away from Li Changsheng's attack range with lightning speed. His movements were quick and decisive, obviously preparing for the next desperate fight.
At this moment, Li Changsheng was like an immortal who controlled the world. With a thought, he poured all his spiritual energy into the Holy Pen of Breaking the Void in his hand without any reservation.
Under the infusion of spiritual power, the pen tip immediately bloomed with dazzling light, like a ignited star, bright and eye-catching.
Immediately afterwards, Li Changsheng waved the magic pen in his hand and drew a majestic and magnificent mountain in the void.
Every stroke he makes contains the power of heaven and earth, and every stroke leaves deep traces in the void.
After a while, a tall and majestic mountain suddenly appeared above the platform of life and death. This mountain is almost as big as the Life and Death Platform, and the entire Life and Death Platform is shrouded in its shadow.
At this moment, Li Changsheng transformed into a real god. He stood on the stage of life and death, exuding a shocking majesty.
The Void-Breaking Magic Pen in his hand was like an artifact, blooming with dazzling light, making his figure look like the God of War coming to the world.
Xu Anzi looked up at the towering mountain, and the last glimmer of hope in his heart was completely extinguished. He knew very well that in the face of such horrific means, he had no way to save himself and was destined to be doomed.
He had originally escaped from Li Changsheng's attack range, but now he was like a desperate trapped beast, launching a final charge towards Li Changsheng with red eyes.
He has only one goal, and that is to die together with Li Changsheng. He mobilized all the remaining spiritual power in his body and rushed towards Li Changsheng desperately, intending to self-destruct the innate spiritual treasure.
