Looking at Zhong Wen who was waiting for death with his eyes closed, everyone around him, including Jiang Ni, had this thought at the same time.
Little did he know that in Zhong Wen's mind, tiny particles of different sizes and colorful colors appeared again, as well as a white light person with a vague face.
Staring at the billions of colored particles in front of him, the white light man stroked his chin, motionless and thoughtful.
Even life and death cannot erase his soul!
The strength of this devil's soul is definitely not inferior to that of the physical body!
Strong, too strong!
The best in the world, well-deserved!
With my current strength, it is almost impossible to kill Mu Changxiao in a head-on confrontation.
The power of Yama's enemy's medicine has been exhausted, and the Xingling Jue can only support one more move at most.
Do we really want to abandon Zhang Ga?
What should I do? What should I do?
At this moment, Zhong Wen's brain was working to the extreme, cold sweat was oozing out from his forehead, and his previous life experiences turned into clear pictures, passing by his eyes one after another like a revolving lantern.
In reality, it was less than one ten thousandth of a breath, but in his mind it seemed as if he had experienced dozens or hundreds of days.
However, there is no way!
Even with the help of the demon spirit body, and even after a long period of searching and thinking, he still could not find any effective way to get rid of the predicament in front of him.
Mu Changxiao's strength is overwhelming.
He is like a towering mountain that cannot be climbed, ruthlessly lying in front of pedestrians, making people look up to the sky and sigh, and stay away.
Sorry, Zhang Ga!
I'm too weak to save you.
One day in the future, I will definitely avenge you!
At the end of the road, Zhong Wen was full of apologies and secretly made a promise to Zhang Ga, obviously intending to run away.
He didn't even realize that he no longer regarded Zhang Ga as a corpse, but as a friend, a partner, and a living person.
Just when Zhong Wen was determined to use the infinite teleportation power of the Twelve Color Lotus to escape, a picture in his mind suddenly attracted his attention.
The scene on the screen is foggy, lifeless, and desolate.
On a low slope, a handsome young man in white and an alluring fairy in white were sitting next to each other, whispering.
This is……
Sister Ning Jie!
Zhong Wen's breathing stagnated, his pupils expanded sharply, and a strange feeling instantly spread throughout his body.
This feeling is called missing.
I miss Ning Jie, I miss Leng Wushuang, I miss Zheng Yueting, I miss Shangguan's aunt and nephew...
Too many emotions surged up in an instant, completely uncontrollable, and almost completely swallowed him up.
However, he suppressed his longing for his relatives and beauty, and instead focused on the dialogue in the picture.
It was just because he and Ning Jie were in the mysterious valley where the last earth dragon of the Three Saint Realms lived.
And the large mass in the background in the distance is a huge sleeping earth dragon.
"If you're not even afraid of my Yitian Sword and Dragon-Slaying Saber, what else in the world can destroy Dragon Rock Iron?"
"Yes, except for Longyan Iron itself... I'm afraid no other material can harm it."
"Longyan Iron itself? itself...yeah, I'm so stupid, I didn't even understand such a simple truth."
"What’s wrong with you?"
"Sister, you are really my lucky star... Why didn't I think that the one who can destroy Longyan Iron is Longyan Iron itself..."
The memories of that time flooded into my mind instantly, and the conversation with Ning Jie flashed through my ears one by one. Every word was so clear, as if it happened yesterday.
At that time, Zhong Wen was inspired by Ning Jie and had a flash of inspiration. He thought of forging dragon rock iron into a weapon to break the dragon excrement blocking the back door of the earth dragon, thereby curing the giant beast's constipation. Not only did he and himself
He found a glimmer of hope and established a deep friendship with this powerful creature.
The only thing that can destroy Longyan Iron is Longyan Iron itself...
As these words kept swirling in his mind, Zhong Wen's eyes became brighter and brighter, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he suddenly felt enlightened.
Isn't it him who can defeat Mu Changxiao?
At this moment, the white light in his head finally started to move.
He suddenly stretched out his right hand, grabbed one from the millions of colorful particles around him, and stuffed it into his chest without hesitation.
When the particles entered his body, the white light on his body suddenly became a little brighter.
Each colored particle belongs to a spiritual skill and a move.
The one he chose came from the second rhyme of the "Golden Body of Daoyun".
Immediately afterwards, the white light man took action again, grabbing another colored particle and stuffing it into his chest.
Shatter the void?
wanted!
Transferring flowers and catching jade?
wanted!
The world in your palm?
wanted!
…
As more and more particles were sent into the body by the white light man, the light on his body also continued to increase, and eventually it was as brilliant as the sun.
Throughout the whole process, his moves were lightning fast and smooth without any pause, as if he knew what he needed and what he didn't need from the very beginning.
I don't know how long it took, but the man with white light suddenly stopped and stopped reaching out. Instead, he quietly stared at an inconspicuous particle in front of him.
Black and white particles.
This is... Hunyuan Dao Sword?
Recognizing the source of this particle, the white light man trembled suddenly, and an extremely strong emotion suddenly emitted from his body!
It's joy!
It's desire!
Looking forward to it even more!
He knew that he had found the most important link, a self-created spiritual skill that would shock the past and present, and was about to come to the world.
Hunyuan Dao Sword is a defensive sword skill that uses the power of space to evolve two Tai Chi Yin and Yang diagrams to divert the enemy's attack.
Although this spiritual skill is only at diamond level, it has unlimited potential and is deeply loved by Nangong Ling.
The senior sister of Piaohua Palace relied on her own improvement and flexible use of this sword technique to knock down opponents who were stronger than herself countless times.
The man of white light slowly stretched out his right hand, grabbed the black and white particle with extreme piety, and carefully stuffed it into his body.
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At this moment, the light on his body skyrocketed again, finally reaching its brilliant limit.
However, the new spiritual skills did not come to fruition in his mind.
not enough!
not enough!
Not even close!
This move is not enough to defeat Mu Changxiao!
The smile on Zhong Wen's face slowly faded, his brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of gloom flashed through his heart unconsciously.
After deducing it thousands of times in his mind with his demon spirit body, he suddenly discovered to his dismay that although the spiritual skill he had created in a flash of inspiration was unique, it was not enough to defeat the mighty Dark Crow Cult Master.
But looking around, the white light man could no longer find suitable spiritual skill particles to supplement and enhance this move.
The inspiration had been exhausted, but the results were not satisfactory. This change from heaven to hell made him feel tight and irritated, almost driving him crazy.
Is that the end?
The white light man stood stunned among the billions of colorful spiritual skills particles, motionless and dumbfounded.
An unconcealable sense of decadence emanated from him and filled Zhong Wen's mind, even breaking through the barriers of consciousness and pouring crazily into the real world.
Just when he was at the end of his rope, Zhang Ga behind him suddenly stretched out his right hand inexplicably and gently put it on Zhong Wen's shoulder, as if he had sensed his emotions and wanted to express comfort through physical contact.
Unexpectedly, the moment his palm touched his shoulder, a light suddenly appeared in Zhong Wen's mind.
A bright, dazzling, warm and mysterious light.
It is simply impossible to describe the color of this light using known vocabulary.
Simply because this is a color that should not exist in the world.
The moment this light appeared, the white light in Zhong Wen's mind trembled, and suddenly released an unprecedented brilliant brilliance, as if echoing it from afar.
He raised his head to look at the mysterious light, slowly stretched his limbs, and completely relaxed, as if he had achieved a great enlightenment.
Thank God!
It’s finally done!
At this time, Zhong Wen had no time to think about where the light came from. All his attention was focused on the bright light in front of him.
He smiled with relief, as if he had been freed from despair.
A seed buried deep in the ground finally breaks out of the ground under the sunshine, grows vigorously, and transforms into a towering tree in just a short moment.
In reality, as soon as Zhong Wen opened his eyes, Mu Changxiao's unparalleled domineering God-Destroying Scissors appeared in his sight, and the top was already less than a foot away from his eyebrows.
"Hunyuan Wuji!"
Zhong Wen calmly released his right hand holding the Tianque Sword, and then lightly smacked it with his palm, heading straight for the God-Destroying Scissors. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he softly uttered four words.
Hunyuan Wuji!
A name that has never appeared before.
A spiritual skill that has never existed in the world before.
When the two sides were about to collide head-on, a bright and mysterious black and white halo suddenly appeared in Zhong Wen's palm.
Immediately afterwards, under the disbelieving gazes of Jiang Ni and others, the God-Destroying Scissors stabbed into the halo without any hindrance, without making a sound, as if it had pierced the air instead of Zhong Wen's flesh and blood.
"puff!"
With a crisp sound, the sharp tip of the scissors inexplicably came out of Mu Changxiao's chest, and blood spattered in all directions and fell like rain.