Zhong Wen, who was originally slender, seemed to have suddenly grown twice in size. His loose golden coat tightened instantly, highlighting his solid and thick muscles.
A seemingly handsome young man turned into a muscular man with big shoulders and round waist in a matter of seconds.
Almost at the same time, his tiger body trembled, he suddenly raised his right arm, punched out, and faced Feng Qingyu head-on.
Merdisheng's Saint Domain, which burns the sky and burns the earth, is completely unable to restrain his actions.
"boom!"
The fists of the two people collided hard together again, and a loud sound that cracked rocks and penetrated the clouds erupted. The unprecedented terrifying momentum almost shattered the sky. Even Shen Wei and others who had the cultivation of saints unconsciously moved towards Then he took two steps back for fear of being affected.
Under the hard fight, Feng Qingyu's delicate body was unable to resist. Like a cannonball out of the barrel, it fell straight down. With a "boom", it hit the mountain wall hard, and the hard rock was deeply dented. Rubbles were flying around, dust was flying, and it suddenly turned into a mist.
But the muscular man Zhong Wen stood quietly in the air, motionless, not even taking half a step back.
"Die!"
Zhong Wen succeeded in the move without pausing. The dragon shadow hovered under his feet and instantly appeared where Feng Qingyu landed. He raised his right arm again and smashed it hard at the exquisite saint of the "Dark Temple".
Not only can the hell realm in the reincarnation body communicate with the soul body, but it also has unimaginable recovery capabilities. As long as there is a breath left, it can quickly return to its peak state and become almost immortal.
However, Feng Qingyu belongs to the human category after all and cannot truly resurrect from the dead. If she were to receive such a powerful punch from Zhong Wen, she would not even have a chance to recover and would die.
Just when she was about to die, a white figure suddenly stood between the two of them, with blazing black fire wrapped around his right arm, and he faced Zhong Wen's fist without hesitation.
Lord of the Dark Temple, Merdisheng!
In order to save his disciple, this top being, one of the eight great saints in the world, actually personally intervened in the battle of the junior Taoist.
"boom!"
The fists of the two people collided together, and the terrifying impact sound almost shattered the eardrums of the cultivators below. The black spiritual fire wrapped around Mo Disheng's arm seemed to have autonomous consciousness, and suddenly turned into a fire snake, dexterously Drilled towards Zhong Wen's arm.
However, as soon as the black fire snake came into contact with the purple-gold spirit pattern on the surface of Zhong Wen's body, it was as if it had hit an indestructible steel city wall and was easily isolated, unable to move forward any further.
A trace of ferocity flashed in Mo Disheng's eyes, and his momentum suddenly surged. He punched upward again, and endless black flames attacked crazily, seeming to burn through the sky.
Facing the raging offensive of the Dark Temple Master, Zhong Wen showed no sign of timidity. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, his muscles tensed up, and he let out a soft drink before delivering an earth-shattering punch.
"boom!"
In the second confrontation, both sides took two steps back, staring with big eyes, but no one could do anything about the other.
This old man is quite impressive!
He was actually a bit stronger than the Golden Rooster Palace Master.
Zhong Wen saw that he could not gain the upper hand even with all his strength, and secretly evaluated Mo Disheng's strength in his heart.
He had seen too many ancient bosses in the fragments of time and space, and he no longer had much fear of practitioners in the saint realm, but he didn't know how shocking his performance just now was in the eyes of others.
How can it be?
Mo Disheng's eyes were filled with surprise, and his heart was filled with turmoil, and he could hardly believe his eyes.
If it was said that the first time he took action was to save his precious disciple, then after feeling the terrifying strength of the young man in gold, the second time he took action, his murderous intent was revealed and he did not hold back at all.
However, to his surprise, even if he tried his best, he still failed to cause much harm to the young man.
This undoubtedly means that the young man in gold clothes in front of him already has the terrifying strength to compete with the saint in the realm of spiritual master.
What kind of potential is this?
In the realm of spiritual master, one has such fighting power. If he is promoted to a saint...
Thinking of the consequences of Zhong Wen becoming a saint, Mo Disheng could not help but feel chills running down his spine. He could hardly contain the murderous intention in his heart and wanted to eradicate this huge threat at all costs.
"Old Mo, is this what you call a 'fair discussion'?"
A cold voice brought his thoughts back to reality.
Looking up, he saw Saint Lingxiao, who was originally in the Wulei Formation, appearing next to Zhong Wen at some point. There was a frightening light in his eyes, and he was looking at him with hostility.
"It was Mo who was so eager to save his disciples that he broke the rules."
Mo Disheng knew that the best time to take action had passed. He sighed secretly in his heart and decisively withdrew the surrounding Saint's Domain, "Forgive me!"
"What a 'zealous rescuer!'"
At this time, the saint Wen Dao had also obtained the jade card and appeared outside the formation. His voice was full of sarcasm, "If Zhong Wen hadn't been strong enough, wouldn't he have been burned to ashes by you just now?"
"Mo Mou showed mercy just now." Mo Disheng's face froze and he said bravely, "Otherwise, how could he, a spiritual master, survive under my hands?"
"Oh? You're an ant, why don't you show mercy to me?"
Unexpectedly, under the influence of the bastard's aura, Zhong Wen's attitude was tough and domineering, without giving Mo Disheng any face, "Come on, come on, let me see your true strength!"
Before he finished speaking, his eyes shone brightly, his aura surged, and he looked eager to try.
Damn boy!
Mo Disheng's expression became more and more stiff, and he secretly scolded all eighteen generations of Zhong Wen's ancestors, but he said very generously: "Forgive me, I don't even bother to do such a shameless thing of bullying the small ones.
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He actually backed down!
Seeing that Mo Disheng avoided fighting, Emperor Li Tian and Shen Wei looked at each other and read shock in each other's eyes.
As senior officials of the "Dark Temple", no one knows Merdisheng's behavior better than them.
The demeanor of a senior and the demeanor of a master are all bullshit in the eyes of the pragmatic Modi Sheng. As long as he seizes the opportunity, bullies the small with the big, beats the small with the more, he will not have any problems doing it. Psychological stress.
In their opinion, there was only one possibility for Mo Disheng to avoid the battle.
He has no certainty of victory!
Could it be that this brat already has the strength to compete head-on with the palace master?
After Feng Qingyu, such a peerless evildoer appeared out of nowhere, and he cultivated himself as a spiritual master to become a strong saint. Shen Wei couldn't help being shocked and angry, and his heart felt like ten thousand ants crawling over it, full of aggrievedness and unwillingness.
While he was talking, a loud noise suddenly erupted from the mountain wall below, and then, Feng Qingyu's graceful figure jumped out.
She was covered in white light, and although there was a lot of mud on her body, there was no sign of injury.
what a pity!
Seeing that the opponent had returned to its peak state under the influence of the hell realm, Zhong Wen knew that he had missed the opportunity to kill him, so he couldn't help but secretly sighed that it was a pity, so he simply removed the Realm-breaking Dragon Qi and the Bastard Qi, and restored his smiling appearance. There is no hint of discouragement: "The character of the seniors is admirable!"
"You boy, you are very good." Mo Disheng smiled slightly, as if he did not hear the sarcasm in his mouth at all, "We have lost this competition. We will see you on the battlefield someday!"
After saying that, he turned around gracefully, returned to the Seven Star Saint in an instant, and casually greeted: "Let's go!"
A mysterious and mysterious aura emanated from the body of the black-robed young man Lucun, instantly enveloping everyone in the "Dark Temple" and "Seven Star Pavilion".
Apparently Lu Cun was using the power of space to teleport seven of his own people away.
"Are you just leaving like this?"
A strange smile suddenly appeared on Zhong Wen's face, and he murmured to himself, "How can it be so cheap?"
Before he finished speaking, Lucun, who was operating the power of space, suddenly changed his expression, and the momentum around him instantly disappeared. He hugged his head with both hands, and let out a shrill scream. His face was extremely distorted, as if he had experienced an unimaginable thing. pain.
"what happened?"
Beidou frowned and gave him a puzzled look.
However, Lucun didn't seem to hear his question. Instead, he screamed more miserably, with foam even oozing out of the corners of his mouth.
Feng Qingyu's eyes flashed with silvery white light, and she stared quietly at the direction where Lucun was, seeming to see something, her lips slightly opened, but for some unknown reason, she remained silent in the end.
The next moment, Lucun suddenly rolled his eyes and could no longer control his body. As if he had lost his soul, he fell directly from the sky.
When the Seven-Star Saint and Beidou hurriedly lowered their heads, Lucun was already lying flat on the top of the mountain, motionless. There seemed to be breath left in his mouth and nose, but his eyes had completely lost their look.
"what have you done?"
The Seven-Star Saint suddenly turned his head to look at Zhong Wen, with a sharp light shining in his eyes.