When the dazzling golden flash filled the air, Ni Henian was still thinking.
The skull formed by the thick black smoke and the golden lightning are like two different worlds.
He was like a silkworm cocoon that was being pulled out, and every trace of vitality in his body was pulled out of him by countless invisible little black hands, and then turned into the power of these countless little black hands.
The black skull is shaking with a sinister smile.
Ni Henian is thinking.
In his perception, the countless wisps of black smoke outside his body were countless talisman lines, and he was firmly locked in this world.
The source of these talismans is in the hands of the great elder of Purgatory Mountain.
This made him look like a fish in a cage held by the great elder of Purgatory Mountain.
It is impossible for the fish to overpower the fisherman, so he is now in a losing position.
However, for some reason, he always felt that there was something wrong... He always felt that as long as he found out the problem, he would definitely be able to defeat this great elder of Purgatory Mountain.
This kind of intuition, for a practitioner of his level, often means that it is the truth.
He thought quietly, and just as the golden light spread into his field of vision, and a dazzling light appeared in his eyes that he could no longer see clearly, a ray of light also appeared in his mind.
He figured out what the problem was.
So he raised his head, he was still the most invincible practitioner in Zhongzhou City.
He did nothing and slowly retracted his outstretched hand, just quietly letting the black smoke outside his body draw away the vitality from his body.
It's like waiting to die.
However, the elder of Purgatory Mountain let out a low roar, and black smoke and black flames spurted out from his body, like a volcano erupting.
He originally just stayed there waiting for Ni Henian, but he roared, waved the scepter in his hand, and rushed towards Ni Henian.
The ever-expanding black smoke and flames outside him made him look like a giant that kept getting bigger.
However, he has no legs, and looking very ridiculous while waving his scepter and roaring while running.
…
The tide-like golden thunder light expanded outwards and slowly faded away.
Leng Zhennan was the first to fall out of the restrained lightning.
There were no wounds on his body, but his hands kept shaking.
For a powerful Saint Master-level archer to be unable to hold the bow and arrow firmly in his hand, it means that he is unable to fight at all.
So he kept retreating while stumbling, knocking down several carriages, and kept retreating towards Zhongzhou City outside the palace.
The thunder light continued to shrink, and then the figure of Wen Xuanshu was revealed.
To the despair of some practitioners from the Thunder Academy whose bodies were already crumbling in the distance, Wen Xuanshu stood firmly among the broken wreckage of the carriage.
The faint blood flowing out of his ears seemed to have drawn two runes on his cheeks. The real dragon treasure clothes on his body shone dazzlingly in the sun, as if there were countless little dragons wandering around his body.
This made the former most powerful official in Yunqin look even more ruthless and powerful.
The thin flying sword of the Shadow Saint Master was still intertwined with the soft flying sword, like a pair of crazy men and resentful women, fighting fiercely, grinding out sparks.
At this moment, the eyes of the Shadow Saint Master, who was hiding in the shadow above a certain beam in the Jinluan Palace, were filled with gleams of horror.
Wen Xuanshu stretched out his hand steadily.
The small purple sand-colored metal hand he held in his left hand hit the Shadow Saint Master's thin flying sword accurately.
The thin flying sword split with one strike, turning into dozens of pieces of light that scattered in the autumn weather of Yunqin.
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out from the Shadow Saint Master's mouth, staining the exquisite patterns on the beam red.
The scribe in white shirt stood well in the autumn light.
Wen Xuanshu also stood coldly and powerfully in the autumn light.
…
The world seemed to be quiet, except for the roaring Purgatory Mountain Elder, who had no legs but was still running towards Ni Henian.
"I have been thinking about what the problem is, and I finally figured it out."
Ni Henian still didn't do anything, just said lightly, as if he was teaching a junior: "If you are strong enough to kill me, then if the leader of Purgatory Mountain wants to kill Li Ku, then there is no need for Fei Wenren to kill him."
Cang Yue cannot."
"However, your apparent strength is so powerful that even I can't compete with you."
"There is only one possibility, and that is that you are too old, too old to last forever... You look like an extremely powerful giant, but in fact you are just a rotten skeleton."
The elder of Purgatory Mountain is still roaring.
The black smoke and flames on his body are still expanding, so thick that people can't even see him inside. They only feel that there is an extremely huge demon god that is constantly expanding.
However, after hearing Ni Henian's words, he was already a rotten corpse. His originally proud and majestic face showed a look of horror, just like the look on his face that day when he faced the headmaster of Purgatory Mountain in the Black Jade Hall.
He knew that Ni Henian was very strong, but he did not expect that Ni Henian was so powerful.
He roared, ran in front of Ni Henian, waved the scepter in his hand, and hit Ni Henian like a barbarian who didn't know how to practice fighting and smashed the opponent's head with a bone.
With an ordinary smash, the black flames behind him made a loud noise and were all drawn in front of him, forming a black fire pillar.
The black scepter, carrying a huge pillar of fire, crashed into Ni Henian.
The elders of Purgatory Mountain still have extravagant hopes.
Ni Henian suddenly felt a trace of indescribable pride.
At this moment, the palace gate of the palace collapsed. From the open palace gate, he could see the farther reaches of Zhongzhou City. Looking at the majestic city bathed in the autumn light, he just thought, no matter what he did, he
Right or wrong, but it was his own way that brought him to such a step, making him qualified to guard this city.
As long as he is here, these people who did not dare to enter this city decades ago are still unable to show off their power in this city.
With such pride, he stretched out his hands with an open mind.
Just like Zhongcheng's Moon Hammer, a majestic power was generated between his arms.
But this power did not turn into that violent bright moon, but only turned into a soft air ball.
It was like a rubber ball, standing between him and the elder of Purgatory Mountain.
The black scepter carrying the huge pillar of fire fell, only to throw him back high and pop out.
"Ni Henian, do you really think you are the strongest in this city?!"
The elder of Purgatory Mountain roared loudly, his words were confident, but even he himself felt that his voice was not confident.
He suddenly wanted to run away.
Yet it felt like there was nowhere to escape.
Then he thought that if he was really cowardly and ran away from such an enemy, like a coward, then his fate in the future would probably be a hundred times more miserable than death.
So his body stiffened slightly.
Ni Henian's body fell to the ground.
Then he felt that the power of the elder of Purgatory Mountain had begun to decline, so he tapped his toes, and like a real crane, he flew up and instantly floated back to the elder of Purgatory Mountain.
The elder of Purgatory Mountain roared in fear.
He waved his staff again and hit Ni Henian.
Ni Henian's two white jade-like fingers fell on his scepter.
The fingertips are slightly burnt.
Two waves of faint vitality rushed into the body of the elder of Purgatory Mountain along the runes of the scepter.
The elder of Purgatory Mountain howled in horror, and the blood veins on his hands began to crack and fester.
Everyone could see that the battle between him and Ni Henian was decided, but his heart was still full of unwillingness.
The blood on his arm gushed out.
Strange silver-white blood solidified on his arm, and even spread rapidly to his body.
His whole body seemed to be turning into silver-white metal.
"Crack!" a sound.
His scepter fell from his hand, and his clenched silver-white fist broke two of Ni Henian's fingers.
A dull force rushed into Ni Henian's body along Ni Henian's arm.
Ni Henian's face suddenly became serious.
With a low cry, he took another step forward and once again hit the elder of Purgatory Mountain's chest with his left hand.
The elder of Purgatory Mountain's chest was immediately pierced by his finger.
Blood as heavy as mercury gushes out, seeming to freeze Ni Henian's hand.
However, before the silver-white blood had time to solidify, Ni Henian's two sword-like fingers penetrated deeply again and pierced his violently contracting heart.
After the powerful force pierced the heart of the Purgatory Mountain elder, it violently impacted his back. A stream of silver-white blood was like a sword, carrying many internal organs and bone fragments, from the Purgatory Mountain elder's body.
It spurted out like a fountain from behind.
Ni Henian squinted his eyes and took back his hand.
Silver-white blood also gurgled out of the mouth of the Purgatory Mountain elder.
The blood flowed more and more, but the skin and flesh on his body were withering away like pieces of weathering.
Streams of black smoke and flames began to rush out of his body along with blood.
Soon, all the flesh and blood on the Purgatory Mountain elder's body disappeared and turned into fly ash.
This Purgatory Mountain elder really turned into a set of withered bones and scattered on the ground with a snap.
All the Yunqin people who witnessed this scene felt very shocked.
The Saint Master of Zhongzhou City faced the mysterious existence coming out of an unknown place and defeated him in one battle.
But everyone saw that Ni Henian had started coughing lightly and coughing up blood.
Even an ordinary practitioner could see that it was impossible for him to defeat Wen Xuanshu and the white-robed scribe next to Wen Xuanshu.
"Ni Da worships, that's all."
Wen Xuanshu bowed slightly to him and said seriously: "The great worshiper is devoted to the Tao, and there is no need to die with the faint king."
Most of the soul power in Ni Henian's body has flowed out of his body. After experiencing so many battles, his body has been exhausted to the extreme.
However, at this moment, he just shook his head, glanced at Zhenlongshan, and said softly in a strange tone: "It's almost done."
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