No one could have expected that things would have developed to this extent.
The person who witnessed this scene was in his throat.
The powerful man in the Emperor Yang realm takes action, even if he just does it casually, he is as powerful as a friend.
The dust dissipated, as if an invisible hand pulled down a layer of fog, and the two figures finally became clearly revealed.
The gentle sound of water drops is clearly heard on this silent field.
Blood red splashed on the ground, like red flowers growing on the ground...
Hua Wuhen's finger pressed against Long Wenmu's fist.
Long Wenmu's entire arm sleeve disappeared, and deep cracks on the exposed skin of his arm were like sharp blades.
His body shook back, his arms slid softly, hanging weakly on his side. The fist was covered in blood and his arm bones were even broken.
The countless cracks shaking open on the arm gushed out blood, dyeing the arms red. The blood that fell from the fingertips gathered on the ground.
He tried his best, although it blocked Hua Wuhen's finger, the price was extremely heavy.
You should know that Long Wenmu's body has undergone a lot of tempering, and its strength is quite good. However, such a body is not enough to see in front of the powerful people in the Emperor Yang realm.
Long Wenmu didn't know how much power Hua Wuhen had just exerted, but he had already fought with all his strength. But in the end, he failed to shake Hua Wuhen's tiny one by one.
I had long expected that the gap with the Diyang Realm was huge, but this huge amount was still beyond imagination.
In addition to the wounds of flesh, there is also a very strange force that keeps drilling into the wounds. It is Hua Wuhen’s Taoist power, a power higher than the demon power.
Long Wenmu knew the strangeness of power, but this was the first time he had tasted this kind of taste himself.
The impact just now made his whole body flutter, and his internal organs seemed to have moved, and a blood mark slowly oozed out of the corners of his mouth.
Opposite Long Wenmu, Hua Wuhen still pointed his finger. However, his smile had disappeared, and he looked at the boy in front of him strangely.
On the high platform, Luo Beikun's eyes shrank slightly, and horror appeared.
With their cultivation level, of course, they will not misjudgment Long Wenmu's cultivation level.
But it was a great demon master who blocked the attack just now, and what he had just used... was the Taoist power?
Great demon master, have the power of Tao?
Even they have never heard of this kind of thing.
"Stop!" Yun Rulong roared after returning to his senses.
It would be fine if the other party came to recruit people, but he even took action directly.
If an Emperor Yang Realm takes action seriously, the people present will not be the opponent's opponent.
But Hua Wuhen didn't hear about his shouting.
He solemnly faced Long Wenmu, and could no longer remember when the last time he faced a great demon master like this.
"Boy, who are you?"
"It's just an unknown man. You, Master Hua, can't remember it even after hearing it." Long Wenmu wiped the blood marks on the corner of his mouth.
It was already an unstoppable situation since the start of the attack.
"The nameless little pawn? You are the first one who can surprise me."
The finger just now, even the Heavenly Demon Master could be crushed to death, but he was blocked by a boy from the Great Demon Master realm.
"I'm afraid I can't afford to take on your praise. It's better to save saliva than a playboy." Long Wenmu did not give in.
"Boy, even if you have good strength, what qualifications do you have to be arrogant in front of me!" Hua Wuhen suddenly roared, and his breath burst out like a beast.
Today, no one surrendered, and he lost all his face. He was actually blocked by a great demon master. How could this be the case in the world?
He was really angry.
Compared to being surprised, the anger that ignited in his heart was even more intense.
Yun Rulong, who was speeding up, suddenly felt Wan Jun pressing down on his body, and was pressed to the ground before he could fly off the platform.
Many of the people present wanted to help, all of them suddenly became stiff when they took the step.
A strong cloud-like pressure dropped, and everyone below the Heavenly Demon Master was pressed to kneel down. Even those Heavenly Demon Masters all had pale faces.
It's like a vast ocean irrigating directly from above.
The wrath of the Emperor Yang Realm and the pressure released, making the air muddy, and the light falling from the sky dimmed.
Qian Lingxue and others were closest to each other, and they were directly under the pressure and could not move.
Even top-grade heavenly demon masters like Xinghai and Xingyu were bent all over.
The heaven and earth are dim, the mountains are roaring, and the rivers are flowing against the flow. What others feel is the aftermath, and this pressure is directly over Long Wenmu's head.
His hair was standing up all over his body, and the blood on his face instantly faded away. At that moment, it was like being thrown into an endless abyss, as if his body was stretched and twisted by invisible force.
In the face of this pressure, he couldn't move a finger, and even the blood-filled eyes could only be fixed in one direction.
What he looked at was Hua Wuhen’s eyes with ridicule and murderous intent.
Hua Wuhen did not take action directly, but instead used pressure to oppress him. What he wanted was to let Long Wenmu kneel in front of him.
Because from ancient times to the present, no great demon master dared to be arrogant enough to provoke the majesty of the Emperor Yang realm.
The pressure was pressing against Long Wenmu, and hundreds of mountains were pressing against him, as if forcing him to kneel down.
Long Wenmu clenched his teeth and blood rushed straight into his brain. He made a "bang" sound throughout his body, which was the sound of his ribs being crushed.
The ground under his feet had sunk completely, cracking huge cracks, and the muscles on his legs burst out, and his skin collapsed inch by inch.
Hua Wuhen's surprise slowly overflowed from the face because he found that the guy's bones in front of him had broken so many times that he still stood firm.
Although my body could not bear it, it was standing there like a straight sword.
Although he was angry, Hua Wuhen had to admit that among the great demon masters he had met, there was no such strange guy.
Although he has only a great demon master's cultivation level, he is doing what a great demon master should not do.
Suddenly, cruelty suddenly arose in my heart. What would it be if such a tough guy crushed him?
Hua Wuhen's face showed ferociousness and was about to increase his pressure. Suddenly, a sword sound was heard in his ears, and a clear sword light slashed from a distance in the afterglow.
Hua Wuhen's skin felt a little tingling, and his instinctive momentum stopped and he quickly took a step back.
The sword light slashed between him and Long Wenmu, and the aura exerted on Long Wenmu was directly cut off.
The pressure that permeated the venue disappeared without a trace. Long Wenmu relaxed all over, and his mind fainted for a moment, slowly softening backwards. But at the same time, someone helped him.
The pressure dissipated, and the people present were finally able to take a breath. Looking again, they found that there was one more person between Long Wenmu and Hua Wuhen.
While everyone was pressed and unable to move, someone could still draw his sword at Hua Wuhen.
"As a person from Yunxuan Sect, you should have the backbone of yours." Lu Jiutian held Long Wenmu with his sword in his hand. He gently exerted a soft force and pushed Long Wenmu to the rear.
Although it was just a short pressure just now, Long Wenmu had exhausted. At this moment, the severe pain swept across his body, his eyes were blurred, and he almost fell down, but fortunately he was supported by the people coming from behind.
After all, the situation developed and eventually turned into a head-on confrontation with the powerful people in the Diyang realm.
"Your sharpness is not like what the Cangxing Realm should have." Hua Wuhen stared at the sword mark left on the ground and bit his teeth secretly.
First, it was that boy, but now someone appeared to stop him.
But unlike Long Wenmu, Lu Jiutian is a practitioner, which is enough to attract Hua Wuhen's attention.
The atmosphere was about to break out, Hua Wuhen's robe was free from wind, Lu Jiutian's sword was whistling continuously, and many powerful people were all surging up to take a try.
"Stop it all!"
Seeing that the action was about to take place, a loud shout came from afar, and two extremely strong auras were approaching quickly.
Hua Wuhen raised his eyes and sneered coldly: "Damn old guy, it's really time to come."
The two of them came very quickly, and were still far away the moment before, but they had already flew over the sky the next moment.
One of these two people was Wen Daoran.
Long Wenmu finally felt relieved when he saw the figure of the visitor.
At first I felt something was wrong, so I asked Xinghai to interrogate Daoran in advance, and Wen Daoran finally arrived.
Fortunately, I kept a hand, otherwise it would be bad.
However, there were still things he didn't expect. Not only Wen Daoran was coming, but also Xuan Tiangang who had met last time.
The two of them changed their faces when they came to the sky.
"What's going on here?" Xuan Tiangang shouted.
Both in the Emperor Yang Realm, Xuantiangang is not as weak as Hua Wuhen, so there is no need to look at anyone's expression.
When he shouted, he looked directly at Hua Wuhen.
What is happening right now is actually clear at a glance.
"Haha, it turns out that Brother Tiangang is here." Luo Beikun, who had been watching the show, clasped his fists and said.
"I'm asking you what's going on!" He drank again.
The Shengxuan Sect where Xuantiangang is located is a first-class sect, while the Medicine Emperor Valley and the Jinlin Sect are only second-class. So even if the cultivation level is the same, Xuantiangang's status is still one end higher than these two people.
Hua Wuhen knew that someone was disrupting the situation and couldn't do anything today. She shook her sleeves and restrained her breath.
"What's going on? Nothing happened." He turned his back and said.
Xuan Tiangang was about to explode, Luo Beikun flew from the side and quietly stuffed a storage bracelet into Xuan Tiangang's hand.
Xuan Tiangang showed a strange face, and he felt a little in the storage bracelet, and was surprised.
"What does it mean?" he asked. His previous anger was restrained a little.
"I haven't seen Brother Tiangang for a long time, so don't be fine. In fact, we just had a little communication with each other just now, and nothing happened." Luo Beikun patted his shoulder and said.
Xuan Tiangang silently stroked the storage bracelet in his hand, then looked at Luo Beikun's expression, and put the things into his sleeve without leaving any trace.
"Hmph, it's best that nothing has happened." He said, "Yunxuan Sect is a hero of the human race in the past. Their descendants came to the Heavenly Demon Continent and even the three saints valued it very much. If anyone dares to touch them at such a time, they will be unable to take advantage of it."
This is a warning, meaning that the following will not be an example.
"It turns out that Yunxuan Sect is quite valued by saints, haha, I really don't know about this." Luo Beikun said with a faint smile.
"I don't know? The three ancestors of Yunxuan Sect who were perfect in the realm were close friends with the saints millions of years ago. You Jinlin Sect and Medicine Emperor Valley have been passed down for so many years, so don't even know this kind of thing?" Xuan Tiangang said coldly.
They came quickly, so they did not turn into an uncontrollable situation. If something bad happened to Yunxuan Sect today, even the saints would be alarmed.
Luo Beikun smiled repeatedly: "Brother Tiangang really misunderstood, nothing happened just now."
Xuan Tiangang hummed twice about this one-sided remark and stopped talking.
Asked Daoran, he first asked Xinghai and Xingyu if they were safe and sound, and then came to Long Wenmu.
Long Wenmu's arm was stained with blood, and his bones were broken a lot.
I asked Daoran how could he believe that nothing had happened, but now everyone has stopped and it is inconvenient to have some trouble.
After all, the other party is in two Emperor Yang realms. If you really want to be serious, no one will get out of the market.
Fortunately, only Long Wenmu was injured. Although the injury was not serious, it did not endanger his life.
This time they came in time. If they were so late, they would not even dare to imagine what would happen.
He checked Long Wenmu's injuries. It was okay to say that the broken bone was broken, but the Taoist power lingering on his arm was not easy to resolve.
However, Long Wenmu himself also has the power of Tao, which has a certain resistance to the erosion of the power of Tao, and is temporarily safe.
"Why are you here with him?" Long Wenmu signaled that he could hold on, and comforted the anxious girls beside him, pointing to Xuan Tiangang who was talking to Luo Beikun in the sky.
When he first met Xuan Tiangang, he thought that Xuan Tiangang was an upright person who hated evil. But after seeing him quietly taking advantage, this impression was a little shattered.
"Don't talk first, I will help you resolve your power." Wen Daoran put a hand on his shoulder, signaling him not to be excited, and paused, "The Dan Club will be held in my Danqing Gate in a few months. He happened to come over to discuss the preparations with me. After receiving your message, he came together."
So that's the case, Long Wenmu thought to himself.
If you were Wen Daoran alone, you might not be able to settle such a situation. But with Xuan Tiangang present, it would be different.
Wen Daoran penetrated Long Wenmu's arm with a gentle force, slowly dissolving the Taoist power in his arm.
The power of Tao is different from the power of demons. This power is often not easy to dissipate and is extremely difficult to deal with.
Therefore, whether a practitioner has the power of Tao will cause a decisive gap in strength.
Long Wenmu only felt that his arms were very comfortable, and the soreness slowly disappeared.
But suddenly I thought of something and raised my hand to stop Wen Daoran.
"Senior, please wait. Can I try the solution myself?"
Wen Daoran was a little puzzled by his suggestion. Long Wenmu's Taoist power was too weak and might not be able to resolve it well, and he was still injured. But since he was willing, Wen Daoran would not stop him.
Long Wenmu first rubbed his chest, and his breath stirred, returning the somewhat misplaced bones to its original position. He took two healing pills from Yelan, who was full of worry, and took them.
When his condition recovers a little, he presses his other hand on his injured arm, his mind moves slightly, and starts the return to the same method.