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Fight
Every time the Saint Mountain descended, it would be a great calamity for the Quasi-sages and Perfected True Gods.
In order to fight for the Holy Spring, everyone would give it their all!
Those who could cultivate to Perfected True Gods were all God's favored children. They only needed to take one more step to stand at the peak of this world. Such an attraction was fatal to them.
As Luo Zheng flew, the Holy Spring was getting closer and closer to him.
"Hualala …"
The water spurted out from the spring was bright silver like mercury. However, mercury was extremely viscous while the silver spring water flowed very happily.
The silver spring water flowed along the ground. As the center of the spring was relatively low, it quickly turned into a silver pool.
Luo Zheng walked over confidently. When he was a hundred feet away from the Holy Spring, the surface of the pool suddenly fluctuated.
"Gurgle …"
The silver pool began to bubble.
After a short while, a silver head popped out from the pool, followed by the neck, body, and legs.
It was a complete "person," but the entire person was still formed by the spring water!
When this person left the pool, he had already taken a step forward and charged toward Luo Zheng.
"Is this the test of the Holy Spring?" Luo Zheng's expression was calm.
If one wanted to occupy the Holy Spring, not only would they have to face the competition of others, but the Holy Spring itself would also launch an attack.
Seeing this silver person charging toward him, Luo Zheng didn't dodge. He flicked his finger gently, and a red lotus bloomed on his fingertip. Soon after, it swept toward the silver person.
If this "silver person" was also formed by energy, it should be easily transformed by the red lotus.
"Da …"
The red lotus wrapped around the silver person, but the silver person didn't have much reaction. He only stretched out his shining silver hand and tore the red lotus apart.
"Can't be transformed?"
Luo Zheng squinted his eyes slightly. It seemed like the energy that formed this silver person should have come from the Saint Mountain itself.
The Saint Mountain had been here for countless years. Be it Saints or Nirvana Realm experts, there was a reason why they couldn't enter. Either the Saint Mountain contained an indestructible treasure, or the Saint Mountain itself was an extremely powerful treasure.
As Luo Zheng was thinking, the silver person jumped up and charged toward him with a punch.
"Phew …"
The speed of this punch was beyond Luo Zheng's expectations. The space around the fist even showed signs of fragmentation.
Seeing this shining silver fist, Luo Zheng didn't dodge. Instead, he met it head-on with a punch!
As the nine stars in his body flickered, he extracted most of the energy in his body.
Bang!
Under this bombardment, Luo Zheng's eyes flashed with a strange light, and then he was sent flying backwards.
In a contest of pure strength, he was actually at a disadvantage!
However, Luo Zheng's fist also glowed with a layer of golden light due to the impact.
This golden light was suffused with a profound True Dao intent. Even 952.7 didn't know the origin of this True Dao intent. Although Luo Zheng was sent flying, when the golden light wrapped around the silver man's body, it was like a high-speed slashing sharp sword, instantly slicing the silver man into pieces!
"Hua la!"
After the silver man was cut into pieces, it immediately turned into a silver stream of water and gathered in the pool.
Luo Zheng stabilized his body in the air and squeezed his somewhat sore fist.
Of course, when he approached again, two more silver men climbed out of the pool. This time, the two silver men were much more burly, and the surface of their bodies was inlaid with a layer of armor.
Just like the last Silver Man, they charged at Luo Zheng without any explanation.
On the other side, Chen Huang Yijian's face was full of caution.
Even if there was no competition, it would not be easy to get this Holy Spring.
Like Luo Zheng, when he approached the Holy Spring, a silver man climbed out of the pool below the Holy Spring. However, this silver man was holding a silver long sword in his hand.
This silver man was not as strong as the one Luo Zheng encountered, but it had extremely good swordsmanship.
Hum!
This silver man gently flicked the silver long sword, and a silver sword light turned into a fine net, enveloping Chen Huang Yijian's head.
"Emotion Severing Divine Dao?"
Chen Huang Yijian's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes dimmed. As the long sword slashed down in the air, a sword net also covered over.
The two sword nets intersected and cut each other.
The originally orderly sword net was suddenly cut apart, turning into messy sword silks.
Seeing this, Chen Huang Yijian's expression changed slightly. These messy sword silks had no pattern and were even more difficult to dodge.
He turned over and tried to dodge through the gaps between the sword silks, but there was still a sword silk that cut through his body, leaving a slender wound on his abdomen.
But the silver man wielding the sword was even more miserable. He was directly cut by several sword silks, and half of his head rolled into the silver pool, and his entire body gradually melted.
However, before Chen Huang Yijian could breathe a sigh of relief, two more silver men holding swords appeared in the pool …
The situation around the other three Holy Springs was much more tragic!
When everyone approached the Holy Spring, the number of silver men they faced was constant.
If ten Quasi-sages approached a Holy Spring, ten silver men would come out of the Holy Spring correspondingly.
If it was only like this, it would still be fine. But the Quasi-sages and Paragons around the Holy Spring would still attack each other in order to fight for the Holy Spring!
Boom!
"Iron Ghost! Today, you will lend me a helping hand! If I, Meng Tuo, can become a Saint, I will definitely not forget your Iron Family's kindness! " A middle-aged man exuded a cold aura. In front of him stood a huge ice wall, and on the other side of the ice wall, there were countless icicles flying over. These icicles were released by the Silver Men.
Not far away, a burly man sneered. "Why don't you, Meng Tuo, help me become a Saint and let me take care of your Iron Family?"
Becoming a Saint meant becoming immortal and leading one's family to become a wealthy family. This was the ultimate goal that most powerhouses in the Divine Realm pursued. Who would give it up so easily?
"No need to fight. The two of you can die together. This Holy Spring belongs to me, Qin Lin!" Qin Lin was a Quasi-sage of the Qin Family.
A Quasi-sage of a wealthy family was more powerful than an ordinary Quasi-sage, so his words were naturally more domineering.
Iron Ghost and Meng Tuo's expressions changed, and they quickly came to a consensus. They gave up approaching the Holy Spring and turned to attack the Qin Family's Quasi-sage.
Around the three Holy Springs, this kind of battle was repeated repeatedly.
Some people were attacked from several sides and directly died. Some people were injured and had no choice but to retreat to the side temporarily. After healing their injuries, they rushed back into the chaotic battle group again.
Just as the Saint Mountain was fighting for the Holy Spring, a flying boat rushed out of the huge mass of chaos clouds at an extremely fast speed.
Without the mass of chaos clouds blocking, Wei Xian and the rest's vision instantly widened.
"We finally got out of that mess," Wei Xian sighed.
"There's something ahead," Lu Jia reported.
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