Chapter One Thousand and Fourteen: Three Young Masters of Dingmao City
Mo Wuji had long heard that Huang Zhizhong was a way to provoke the general, but he knew that he had to go back, otherwise he would be afraid of the other party. He is the master of the demon domain in the intermediate universe, and he has never been afraid of others in his entire life.
"Fellow Taoist Huang Zhizhong, as you wish, the demon is back again, please take action!"
Mo Wuji held the Wuji God-killing Sword in one hand and looked at Huang Zhizhong across from him with an indifferent expression. With his demon ancestor's second-level cultivation, he rarely invited the other party to take action first.
Mo Wuji stood at the corner of the suspended arena, his whole body naturally exuding a noble temperament. This was the temperament he had developed over countless years as the Lord of the Demon Realm. Huang Zhizhong couldn't help but marvel inwardly after seeing him.
"Fellow Taoist Mo Wuji, no matter what, Huang is also a Heavenly King. If Huang takes action first, wouldn't it make people think that Huang is bullying the weak?"
As a genius from one of the eight major families, Huang Zhizhong is naturally proud of himself. There are millions of people watching in the arena. If he takes action first, it won't be a joke if word spreads to his family.
Mo Wuji had his own plan. He defeated Huang Zhicheng first, and most of his magical powers were displayed. Huang Zhizhong stepped into the ring at this time, so he was naturally very confident.
He asked Huang Zhizhong to make the first move, just to carefully observe the opponent's approach, so that he could know himself and the enemy. Mo Wuji had a good idea, but he definitely couldn't hide this from Huang Zhizhong.
"Fellow Daoist Huang Zhizhong, since you insist on letting Mo take the first shot, Mo will be polite."
After Mo Wuji finished speaking, he waved the Wuji Divine Killing Sword in front of him, and a dark magic light curtain instantly appeared in front of his demon body.
The magic light curtain swept forward like a huge wave. Standing in the other corner of the ring, Huang Zhizhong suddenly felt like a small boat, about to be submerged by this dark wave.
Huang Zhizhong stared hard at the overwhelming magic light curtain, his soul fell into hallucinations, and his divine body even forgot to dodge.
"No, I'm in a hallucination."
Huang Zhizhong woke up instantly, but just this moment of effort was enough to determine the outcome of a battle.
The dark magical light curtain was like an abyss, and it instantly struck in front of Huang Zhizhong. From this light curtain, an even darker sword light penetrated and struck down on Huang Zhizhong's head.
As the dark sword light fell, Mo Wuji's figure also emerged from the light curtain, leaving seven obvious spatial ripples behind him.
The moment when this dark sword light appeared was also the critical moment that determined the outcome of both sides. Huang Zhizhong suddenly regained consciousness, which undoubtedly eased the time for his failure.
In the realm of the Emperor of Heaven, few people have cultivated the power of soul far beyond their cultivation level. In most cases, it is only two or three levels beyond their cultivation level. This is the case for Huang Zhizhong. He is the fourth level of cultivation level of the King of Heaven and has the power of soul.
There is only the sixth floor.
People in the intermediate universe are completely different. Their soul power often far exceeds their cultivation level. This was the case for Lu Qingfeng back then, and the same is true for Mo Wuji.
The first time he saw the other party, Mo Wuji judged that Huang Zhizhong's soul power was not as strong as his own. Therefore, the moment the two sides started fighting, he immediately used soul-like magical powers without hesitation.
This magical power is the dark curtain of light that appeared when he waved the Wuji God-Slaying Sword just now. This light curtain seems very ordinary, but it actually incorporates too much of Mo Wuji's soul power.
This light curtain is called the "Soul Abyss". Anyone who sees this light curtain for the first time will immediately have hallucinations in the depths of their souls as long as their soul power is lower than the person who casts it.
The two sides had hallucinations during the war, which was undoubtedly a terrible thing. Even if they were delayed in the hallucinations for a moment, it would probably lead to complete failure.
Huang Zhizhong was indeed a genius from the Eight Great Families. At the critical moment when Mo Wuji's magic sword struck down, he actually broke free from the soul abyss cast by the opponent. In a hurry, his divine body hurriedly dodged to one side.
call!
The magic sword whizzed down against Huang Zhizhong's shoulder, and an extremely cold feeling immediately penetrated his mind, scaring his body into a cold sweat.
"What a terrifying soul-like magical power. Fortunately, I broke free at the critical moment. Otherwise, I would have lost by now."
This thought flashed through the depths of his soul. At this time, the most critical thing was to deal with Mo Wuji's ferocious attack. In addition, he could not always be so passive. Seizing the opportunity to strike at the opponent was the best way to go.
"Fellow Taoist Huang Zhizhong, you are extraordinary for being able to break free from the abyss of my soul. The geniuses of the Eight Great Families are indeed extraordinary."
Wuji's God-killing Sword whizzed down from Huang Zhizhong's side. Huang Zhizhong held the spear with both hands. He twisted his hands suddenly and drew it towards Mo Wuji's waist. The space behind the spear fluctuated, and seven very obvious spatial ripples suddenly arose.
Seeing the spear whipping towards him, the Wuji God-killing Sword that fell down suddenly paused, and the wrist holding the sword suddenly flipped over, heading towards the whipped spear.
Zheng!
The sharp sound of metal clashing suddenly sounded, and the echoes quickly spread around. The Wuji God-killing Sword resisted the whipping spear. Mo Wuji instantly raised his right leg and kicked Huang Zhizhong hard in the abdomen.
Mo Wuji's kick was as fast as lightning, and he was about to kick Huang Zhizhong in the blink of an eye. Huang Zhizhong bent his waist, and his divine body was immediately ejected straight back.
This suspended ring is one thousand meters square. You cannot leave the ring during the fight, otherwise you will voluntarily admit defeat. Huang Zhizhong retreated just to the edge of the ring. His feet kept sliding on the ring, and he almost fell into the ring.
Outside.
Mo Wuji kicked the air, and the demon body flashed and immediately chased after him, following him like a shadow, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of Huang Zhizhong again.
A dazzling magical light suddenly lit up on Wuji's God-killing Sword. Mo Wuji seemed to be holding a dark lightsaber and stabbed Huang Zhizhong with his sword.
The dark magic sword's light was like lightning, and it arrived in front of Huang Zhizhong in an instant. Mo Wuji was so fast that Huang Zhizhong couldn't help but feel horrified after seeing it.
"Wuji Dao Friendly and Fast Speed!"
Huang Zhizhong admired from the bottom of his heart and couldn't help but exclaimed. The moment he saw Mo Wuji rushing towards him, the seven space ripples behind him faded. What did this mean? He knew very well in his heart that this was the opponent's space.
The jump broke through.
The two people's space jump levels were originally the same. They were both at the early stage of the seventh level of space jump. Mo Wuji's space jump faded, and the distance between them suddenly widened. In the next battle between the two, there is no doubt that Mo Wuji has the upper hand.
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Mo Wuji suddenly appeared in front of him, and the spear in Huang Zhizhong's hand immediately lost its effect. This was the shortcoming of the long weapon. He himself had no better way. For now, he could only try his best to dodge and then look for opportunities.
Fight back.
The divine body quickly dodged to one side, and at the same time, the hands holding the spear suddenly twisted, and the spear went straight to Mo Wuji's waist and stabbed it quickly.
Huang Zhizhong also became fierce. The spear already had the advantage. Although Mo Wuji stabbed the Wuji God-killing Sword first and surpassed the opponent at a faster speed, he had no doubt that when he stabbed the opponent, the spear would also hold him back.
If his abdomen is pierced, it will be a lose-lose outcome for both parties. This is not the result he wants to see.
Mo Wuji has quick hands and quick eyes. When he retracted the Wuji God-killing Sword, the demon body suddenly lifted up and jumped up to a height of a person. The spear whizzed past his feet with the spear in hand.
At the same time, the Wuji God-killing Sword in Mo Wuji's hand was raised high above his head. At this moment, a dazzling black sword light suddenly lit up on the sword body, and it went straight to kill Huang Zhizhong above his head.
"Wuji God-killing!"
Mo Wuji let out a soft drink, and with both hands holding the Wuji God-killing Sword, he suddenly slashed it down, reaching the top of Huang Zhizhong's head in the blink of an eye.
"This is...the ultimate magical power!"
Looking up at the dark sword light coming down, Huang Zhizhong instinctively wanted to dodge to one side, but what shocked him was that no matter how he dodged, the sword light always locked him like a shadow.
By now, the fool also knew that this was the opponent's ultimate magical power. With the power of his soul lower than Mo Wuji, Huang Zhizhong couldn't dodge and could only passively withstand the opponent's killing blow.
Bang!
The dark sword light struck down from Huang Zhizhong's head, instantly cutting Huang Zhizhong's divine body into two halves. As soon as the two halves of the divine body separated to the two sides, they exploded into two pieces of scarlet blood mist with a loud bang.
Mo Wuji cut Huang Zhizhong in half with one sword. He originally wanted to save some face for the opponent like Wan Qiu Bu Bao, but when he raised the Wuji God-killing Sword, he suddenly changed his mind.
Huang Zhizhong's cultivation far surpassed his own. The only advantage he had was speed. Moreover, this advantage only existed after he had just broken through the space jump.
If you can break through the space jump, your opponent can also break through the space jump at any time. Using ordinary magical powers will take a lot of time. Once the opponent breaks through the space jump at this time, you will be the one who fails.
Huang Zhizhong's divine body quickly completed its reorganization and floated in the air at the other end of the ring. He immediately looked over at Mo Wuji. What's strange is that he didn't have the face-losing expression like others, but instantly showed a faint expression.
smile.
"Fellow Daoist Mo Wuji, you really exceeded my expectations. Well, I won't talk nonsense anymore. Let's cash in the Demon God Crystal as soon as possible."
After Huang Zhizhong finished speaking, he reached out and touched the storage ring, and 22 million demon crystals suddenly floated in the air. He waved his palm at the large pile of demon crystals and immediately flew towards Mo Wuji slowly.
With Mo Wuji's knowledge, after seeing so many Demon God Crystals, his eyes couldn't help but light up. Coupled with the battle with Huang Zhicheng, they got more than 40 million Demon God Crystals in just a short time, which was almost as much as all of them.
The sum total of desolate land.
Mo Wuji unceremoniously put away the demon crystals that were flying over, and secretly let out a sigh of relief: With these demon crystals, it will not be a problem to retreat again.