Under the burning volcano, a solemn and ancient city was shrouded in dark clouds.
Streams of flame constantly rose from the burning mountains, hovered in the clouds, and fell like clouds. The air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur.
Under the snow-like volcanic ash, Pompeii still stood on the ground.
It was a city formed by combining many buildings, including military camps, law enforcement offices, bathhouses, and even temples.
With an inexhaustible supply of energy and the protection of the Molten Furnace, the sound of hammering iron could be heard from within the workshop at all times. Divine weapons were produced from within the workshop, and they were constantly being equipped in the hands of a large group of people.
At the highest point of the city, halfway up the mountain, in the pitch-black basalt fortress, there was a refreshing tea fragrance.
"I didn't expect to be able to drink such good tea in a place like this." The young swordsman sitting on the opposite side of the somewhat rough table raised the silver cup in his hand and took a deep breath. He could not help but sigh as he felt the comfortable feeling of the fragrance lingering in his heart.
Shang Quan nodded. "Thank you, Lord Vulcan, for your hospitality."
"Don't mention it."
Opposite him, the bearded man in linen clothes laughed heartily. "Since we are fortunate enough to meet, of course we have to entertain you. I just don't know why Mr. Sword Saint would come to such a remote place, especially in such an exaggerated way …"
At the mention of the scene where Shang Quan fell from the sky, Vulcan's face was full of amazement and curiosity.
"What is this?" He asked solemnly. "Could it be that the weapon mentioned in the Yingzhou genealogy … the human cannon, is it true?"
"Ah, this is a bit of a long story."
Shang Quan wanted to say something but stopped. He smiled awkwardly, picked up the silver cup, and drank it in one gulp.
Vulcan picked up the gorgeous and exquisite golden pot on the table and tilted it slightly. Fresh tea flowed out continuously from it. What was strange was that when the golden pot turned around and aimed at the mouth of his cup, what flowed out was a rich, amber-colored liquor.
"Tell me in detail."
Vulcan leaned forward. "Take your time. There's no rush."
"… To be honest, I was punched here by someone," Shang Quan said awkwardly. Shang Quan replied awkwardly, "I originally thought that the opponent was just so-so, but in the end, I was careless and lost.
This world is really scary. "
Pa!
Along with the sound of something breaking, something round fell into Shang Quan's teacup, stirring up a circle of ripples, undulating up and down.
That was … an eyeball?
There was still a strand of nerve tissue behind it …
Vulcan raised his head in a daze and saw the empty space behind Shang Quan's left eye.
"What the hell?"
"Oh, it's nothing. It's just a small problem."
Shang Quan reached out her hand and calmly picked up her eyeball from the teacup. After rinsing it, she stuffed it back into her eye socket. After two hits, the empty eye sockets began to move slightly.
It was as if he had returned to his original state …
However, as his head swayed, his chin accidentally dislocated and fell to the ground.
Soon, he was straightened again.
"I haven't felt this way for many years."
Shangquan sighed softly, "After suddenly regaining my youth, I underestimated the heroes of the world. I was punched in the face when I wasn't paying attention. Even now, my brain is still a little shaky … Gaia's blood has probably been taken away, right?"
"One punch? Hit me? "Vulcan felt that there was something wrong with his ears.
"Yes."
He sipped the tea that had a faint rusty taste and seemed to be lamenting, "Sure enough, there is always someone better than you. It seems that we still need to be patient and ask for more advice from our seniors. "
Vulcan did not say anything.
He held his wine cup and looked at the guest in front of him.
Was it an occupational disease or an illusion?
In that moment of trance, the figure reflected in his eyes was no longer the figure with a faint smile, but the ferocious gaze of a ferocious beast amidst a sea of blood and a mountain of corpses.
At his waist, the sharp blade in the scabbard whistled in a low voice.
It was like a long sigh of hunger.
It said that it must … kill him!
.
.
The moment his clothes were torn, the topless Heretic King took a step forward indifferently. Ignoring the old wound on his chest that was deep into his bone marrow, he raised his left arm and blocked Yun Zhongjun's thunderbolt.
He only bent down slightly.
His right hand, with four broken fingers and exposed white bones, hung down. Only his undamaged palm was pressed against the ground.
His palm was gently pressed against one another.
It was like touching a leaf.
The Heretic King's shriveled abdomen suddenly swelled up like a balloon. He shook his arm slightly and pressed it down.
"Hah!"
Then, a loud sound of a landslide burst out from under his palm!
The earth wailed, trembled, and spasmed. Under the impact of the impact that was comparable to a missile bombardment, layers of waves rose from the solid soil and spread in all directions like a tide.
Wherever it passed, dust and pebbles flew up.
It easily penetrated the deepest part of the earth hundreds of feet below. Explode!
At that moment, the connection between the sky and the earth was cut off.
A huge gap and gap appeared in the cycle that belonged to Yun Zhongjun. The thunder prison that sealed the surroundings trembled violently and was destroyed.
The monk broke out of the cage.
There were still flashes of lightning on his withered face. His shriveled body stepped on the empty air and stood above the sky, punching toward Ying Fangzhou!
Tens of thousands of thunderbolts were shattered.
In the dark clouds, the heavenly palace surged, and the mighty whale song rose from the sea of clouds. The shadow of the Kun Peng appeared around Ying Fangzhou. The tip of the spear pierced out and collided with the iron fist without flinching!
Only endless flashes of lightning could be seen in the sky.
The pitch-black clouds pressed down inch by inch, like an iron curtain, endlessly drawing closer to the ground. And in this increasingly narrow space, accompanied by the sound of thunder, a torrential rain poured down.
The heavy rain instantly covered everything that Huai Shi could see. It took away all the heat and frost spread.
Amidst the endless rain, Lord Yun Zhongjun's ever-changing figure could be seen.
It was difficult to see where he was.
It was as if he was everywhere!
The Heretic King fell to the ground like a meteorite. The frost on his limbs spread and was casually shattered.
He frowned slightly.
He couldn't believe that he had slowed down.
But soon, he reacted. It was not that he had been frozen and slowed down. It was his opponent … who was getting faster and stronger!
The Waterhate Thunder flashed and disappeared. It slashed down from the clouds. Wherever it passed, the rain was cleanly cut into two. The Heretic King's golden body shook violently. A loud chime was heard from his body.
In the storm, a thunderbolt suddenly appeared. It bounced, refracted and flashed between the raindrops without any pattern. In the end, the entire world was filled with the dazzling lightning.
Then, heaven and earth closed!
It was hard to imagine what kind of terrifying defense and Supreme-tier ability could withstand hundreds and thousands of Waterhate attacks in an instant.
In that instant, the body that was far stronger than gold and iron had many more small wounds. Viscous blood flowed out from the wounds. Soon, it was washed away by the storm.
It was like a punishment!
The 'Golden Body' that he had obtained through his ascetic training was broken again?
"Purify … huh?"
The Heretic King sighed. In that instant, he saw the essence of the lightning.
It actually turned the enemy into a whetstone to sharpen the blade?
Should he say that it was arrogant or terrifying?
Under the lock of the Heavenly Fault, the lethality of the lightning spear would increase endlessly until either the user or the enemy was completely turned into ashes.
Before that, it would only become stronger as the battle continued!
If that was the case …
Then, he would break the Heavenly Fault!
"Old Ying, be careful!"
In that instant, Huai Shi coughed up blood and roared in a sorry state.
The moment the Heretic King straightened his body, he caught a glimpse of a familiar aura from the movement and movement of his muscles.
It was the same way as the drummer, but it was beyond Huai Shi's understanding. It was even more violent and terrifying than he could imagine.
But there was no doubt that this posture had never changed …
— The sky fell!
In an instant, the scorching heat rose and spread around his body, melting the frost and snow. On the withered face, the pair of dark eyes had turned blood red. They were like burning flames, shooting out radiance.
There was no fancy or disguise.
Just like that, he punched towards the sky!
Then, the sweeping wind swept away countless raindrops and scattered in all directions. The dark clouds in the iron curtain trembled violently, and a huge crack appeared in the middle.
The Heavenly Fault was damaged.
The rain stopped abruptly, and the light of the setting sun shone through the crack.
When it landed on the monk's body, it seemed to glow, making his face look as solemn as a Buddha.
But now, the Buddha's brows were still tightly furrowed.
He was full of confusion.
No.
That punch with all his strength just now should have been more than that!
After reaching the Realm of the Heretic Monarch, one would have perfect control over all of one's powers. Just like just now, that punch should have spread out after hitting, completely shattering the dark clouds in the sky, and completely destroying the heavenly palace.
But the change was not as he expected. Instead, it only tore a crack and disappeared without a trace.
He looked up and saw the remaining raindrops falling from the sky.
In a fleeting moment, he caught a glimpse of his own reflection in the raindrops — a thin and shriveled monk with snow-white eyebrows.
That was not a trace of ice and snow.
But … a sign of aging!
But this body should have been in the prime of his life when he was thirty years old!
But now, when he sniffed the wind, he smelled a strange smell coming from the body that was strengthened by the golden embryo … a faint stench.
Was he sweating?
Was it excessive blood loss? Or was it an old wound? In the excitement of fighting a strong enemy, this body actually felt tired?
Maybe it was both, but it was not important.
— It was poison!
When the Heretic King stopped controlling the contraction of his wounds, he finally saw the blood oozing out from the wounds all over his body. There was also a faint … dark green mixed in!
The golden embryo that was protected by Brahma was actually infected and damaged by poison.
In the moment of realization, he looked at Ying Fangzhou in front of him and the long spear in his hand that was surrounded by lightning.
As the lightning dissipated, the long spear's outline was revealed again.
Unknowingly, it no longer looked like it hated water.
The poison from the Green Crown Dragon spilled on the cracked cross-shaped spear, and on the ground, clusters of brilliant iris flowers bloomed.
— The Spear of Compassion!
"Dumbfounded."
Behind the golden thigh, a mountain ghost that was passing by quietly looked over.
"This is called family sharing equipment!"
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