World of Cultivation

This palm print is solid.

The sun pattern on Zuo Mo's palm suddenly lit up. The majestic and scorching power spurted out from his palm. This power was quite strange. It did not disperse the halo, but was like a tiger sticking its head out of the cage and biting its prey.

The turbulent sea of ​​halo was firmly absorbed by Zuo Mo's left palm.

The sun pattern continuously releases golden light, eroding the halo. A golden border visible to the naked eye quickly spreads toward the center along the continuous halo.

Yu Zizhou's face changed drastically. He could feel an extremely overbearing force eroding his jade chain at an alarming speed!

This... what is this? This was the first time he encountered such a weird magic!

This overbearing power spread far beyond Yu Zizhou's imagination.

He had just mobilized all his spiritual consciousness, and his vision had reduced to a golden ocean. Yu Zizhou never thought that one day he would be forced into such an embarrassing, no, such a desperate situation! This was only the second move the opponent used. The second move pushed him into a desperate situation!

The clown...

He suddenly thought of this word, and an unprecedented sense of humiliation washed over every nerve in him.

How could someone as proud as him be defeated with the second move by a guy he regarded as a clown?

How could this be!

Yu Zizhou's eyes were about to burst, and his elegant and calm face was extremely ferocious at this moment. His deep pride was mixed with unprecedented humiliation. He was like a gambler who had lost all his money, risking his life for the last bet!

All the consciousness and power poured into his arms. He pushed forward heavily and slowly with his hands like a hug, as if he was pushing a mountain. His face was shaking violently, and there were faint signs of instability.

"Jade……"

The words came out from between his teeth with an obvious vibrato, and every part of his body was trembling. His arms folded across his chest moved forward inch by inch amid this shuddering tremor. Every inch he moved forward, the space around him fluctuated more violently.

"born……"

As soon as the word "生" came out of his mouth, golden light spread across the last halo in front of Yuzizhou.

The golden light hit Yu Zizhou's arms without any tricks. Yu Zizhou's body stiffened and his pupils suddenly expanded.

Snapped! Yu Zizhou's palm exploded!

Snapped! The wrist bursts!

Snapped! Elbow burst!

Bang bang bang...

A series of popping sounds like fried beans were heard continuously, and the explosion spread along Yu Zizhou's arms to his body. Yu Zizhou's eyes widened, and he watched in disbelief as his body exploded inch by inch.

"No……"

The unwilling and shrill screams suddenly stopped.

Zuo Mo's left palm was shrouded in a dazzling golden ball of light, like a sun. He maintained the posture of extending his palm, motionless. The flames that enveloped his whole body suddenly penetrated into his body.

The red light in his red eyes dissipated at this moment, revealing golden pupils.

His golden pupils were as indifferent as a god, but the pain on his face only increased instead of decreasing. The indifferent eyes and the painful and ferocious expression formed a strange and unique picture. The Wu Dao in his right hand was trembling, the golden light in his left palm dissipated, and the sun pattern on his palm dimmed.

"Hong, put in another one!"

A low, hoarse voice that contained a bit of madness came from the formation.

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"Xiao Pu Pu said something very insightful!" The female general suddenly raised her head, looked at Pu Yao with a smile, nodded heavily and said: "There is indeed no need to pass on this armor-breaking."

The tombstone trembled violently, as if it was very dissatisfied with the female general's words, and billowing black clouds were about to pour out.

"Shut up!" The female general looked cold, raised the giant claw in her hand, and slammed it down on the tombstone. There was a muffled thud, the ground shook, the violently trembling tombstone froze, and spiderweb-like cracks snaked down the area where it was struck.

Crash, a lot of gravel,

Sliding off the tombstone. The black clouds that had just emerged from the tombstone seemed to have been frozen in mid-air as if they had been restrained.

What a... What a fierce blow!

Pu Yao's eyelids twitched as his aura had almost reached its peak. The black flames that had reached his feet suddenly exploded, and he was immediately enveloped in a burst of black smoke. "Cough cough cough!" Pu Yao's coughing sound came from the black smoke. When the black smoke cleared, Pu Yao's whole body was like smoke and fire.

He looked at the female general with an unkind expression.

The female general winked at Pu Yao as if nothing had happened, then turned to face the tombstone with a cold tone: "Clean it up."

The tombstone trembled and crashed, and the smashed pieces all grew legs, climbing up to the place where the tombstone had just been hit, and returning to their original positions piece by piece. In the blink of an eye, the tombstone was restored to intact, except for the spiderweb-like cracks that snaked down from the top of the monument.

Sure enough, it is still as terrifying as before...

Pu Yao glanced at the female general and sat down. With everything that happened today, there is so much to think about. Isn't the Lord dead? How is it possible to be resurrected?

Death is irreversible and has nothing to do with cultivation.

Unless the adult is not dead!

If you had not died back then, there would have been too many possibilities... Golden Soul? Quite possible!

It turns out that the adult is not dead...

etc!

Pu Yao lowered his head, his blood pupils narrowed unconsciously, looking cold.

The Lord died in his arms. He still remembers the scene clearly even after three thousand years! He is familiar with the adult. He is familiar with her character, her temper, and everything about her!

The adults in front of me are so familiar, as familiar as they were three thousand years ago.

But...My lord is already dead...She is really dead...

There seemed to be a silent sigh echoing in the cold eyes, and the pain seemed to have been diluted by the vicissitudes of time, so faded that there was almost no trace, but...

Pu Yao suddenly raised his head.

"My lord is dead."

The female general frowned, a little displeased.

Pu Yao didn't seem to see it, and whispered to himself: "My lord died, both body and soul were destroyed, leaving nothing behind." He stretched out his right hand from the wide cuff, spread his fingers, and felt the air flowing between his fingers. Pass.

He looked directly at the female general and said calmly: "I know, your Excellency is dead."

His blood-red eyes were so cold that there was no warmth at all. He raised his hand, and a wisp of black flame danced between his palms. The black hair dances wildly again, like a silky black dress, automatic without wind.

The entire sea of ​​consciousness seemed to come to a slow halt, and gradually, only one rhythm and one voice could be heard.

Dongdong...dongdong...dongdong...

The female general's face changed slightly, and her eyes were fixed on the black demon fire in Pu Yao's hand. The strange rhythm of the surrounding space was exactly the same as the beating rhythm of the flame on Pu Yao's hand.

"The golden soul is indeed a good thing. It seems that you have recovered a lot of vitality." Pu Yao looked indifferent, his bottomless blood pupils slowly turned, and a sarcastic smile as cold as a blade suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth: "You He's back to being as stupid as ever."

The female general suddenly spoke. She changed from her sweet and charming look before, looking as old and simple as an old man: "How did you find out?"

Before she finished speaking, the female general's body disintegrated into countless extremely fine black powder at a speed visible to the naked eye. The disintegrated black powder flew and gathered in the air, turning into a ball of black smoke. In the black smoke, a man's figure was vaguely visible. .

"Tell you how stupid you are? Ha!" Pu Yao's face became more sarcastic: "Tsk, tsk, it's been three thousand years, and it's not easy to finally show your face."

"Don't you always want to force me out?" The man in the black smoke glanced at the black fire in Pu Yao's hand, and said solemnly: "I think we need to have a good talk."

"Let's talk?" Pu Yao raised his eyebrows with a half-smile, put away the black fire in his hand, and said nonchalantly: "Okay, let's talk! Who are you?"

"Tombstone A, named Guardian, you can call me Wei." The black smoke covering his body dissipated, revealing Wei's true face. He was dressed in black armor, tall and mighty, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and a stern look. He was not as old as his voice sounded at all. He saluted Pu Yao formally and solemnly.

"Wei? Well, that's a good name." Pu Yao narrowed his eyes.

"Because of the previous master, you are full of resentment towards me, I can understand it." Wei said slowly, his voice was calm and upright, with a power that penetrated people's hearts: "What she insisted on, in your opinion, is stupidity. However, her perseverance is the source of her strength."

Pu Yao sneered: "Tsk, tsk, it's really high-sounding!"

Wei's eyes were cast into the distance, as if he was reminiscing about something, and his voice became distant: "Every soul has a belief that he is willing to sacrifice his life for." He retracted his eyes and looked at Pu Yao: "Aren't you the same? What?"

Pu Yao still sneered: "Don't play this little trick in front of me."

"Okay, you tell me." Wei didn't refute, nodded without hesitation.

"Let me tell you?" Pu Yao narrowed his eyes, like a long and narrow blood knife, and wrote lightly: "I said...you deserve to die!" The last word seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth, with a chill.

Wei's expression changed drastically, his body transformed into billowing black smoke, and he was about to fly towards the tombstone.

Peng!

Countless black flames emerged from under the tombstone and enveloped the entire tombstone!

Wei quickly stopped, he seemed to be very afraid of this black flame.

"You deserve to die!" Pu Yao walked towards Wei step by step, holding a wisp of beating black flame in his hand. His handsome and gloomy face was filled with murderous intent, and his tone was so cold that there was no warmth at all: "You pretended to be her, you Damn it!"

"Pu, you can't kill me." Wei stared at Pu Yao with a calm expression.

"I know." The murderous look on Pu Yao's face suddenly disappeared, with a sinister smile: "But after three thousand years, how could I not use any of my brains on you?"

Wei's expression really changed now.

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