Within the Wasteland Continent.
Clouds drifted in the sky, and even one's breath carried a hint of moisture.
It was the end of spring, and the world was full of vitality. The mountains were green, the valleys were green, and the vegetation was flourishing.
Zhou Tong walked on the plains, looking at the countless houses and altars, and shook his head inwardly. "What a vast grassland … The Wugui Sect built this place because they wanted to copy the Essence Divine Temple. However, the Wugui Sect's abilities are too poor, and they don't even know the most basic planning and management."
Everything in front of him was lifeless. There were dilapidated houses everywhere, and disgusting sewage was everywhere. The roads here were also a mess, without the slightest bit of planning or order. It was as if a bunch of people who didn't know anything had randomly built them.
To think that this was a sect, their construction was even worse than a group of pirates.
The construction here was far worse than the Giant Whale Island.
"It's too bad," Zhou Tong said softly. "I still have to take over this place!"
Although the Wugui Sect's city planning and management skills were too trashy, it had to be said that they had chosen a very good place. It was like spring all year round, and the land was fertile. It was very suitable for an overseas base.
Most importantly, this was the Wasteland Continent, a continent that hadn't been developed yet. It had endless opportunities. There were all kinds of strange stones and minerals that Zhou Tong needed the most here. If he took control of this place, he would be able to save a lot of time and have the natives search for minerals for him.
Not long after, Zhou Tong passed through the plains, rivers, and forests, and arrived at the center of the plains, outside the Wugui Sect's real city.
"This city is quite interesting … As expected of the city that the Wugui Sect spent twenty years and a hundred thousand slaves to build!" Zhou Tong nodded inwardly as he looked at the large city before him.
This was a majestic city. The stone walls were filled with all kinds of glutinous rice flour and other medicines mixed with molten iron. There were also many stone statues on the walls, giving off an ancient feeling.
"However, it's about time!" Zhou Tong muttered to himself for a moment, then stepped forward. Terrifying human immortal blood essence combined with the battle intent cultivated from the War God Demonic Sutra surged out.
"Boom!!"
In an instant, the world spun as an incomparably terrifying figure appeared in the hearts of everyone in Heavenly Witch City. That supreme battle intent almost suffocated everyone.
Right at this moment, a thick and viscous black fog suddenly appeared on the walls of Heavenly Witch City. In the blink of an eye, it completely enveloped the entire city.
At this moment, the sound, light, and thoughts of the entire city completely disappeared without a trace, leaving only the faint wailing of thousands of ghosts.
"The Thousand Ghosts Pilgrimage Array … Perfect timing. I can use this array to temper my fist intent!" Zhou Tong stood still and did not move at all, but the fighting spirit on his body continued to rise, rise, and rise.
"Wa la!", "Wu wu!", "Jie jie!"
As Zhou Tong's fighting spirit rose, the ghostly fog above the Thousand Ghosts Pilgrimage Array suddenly erupted with the most terrifying wailing of ghosts to resist. It was as if thousands of ghosts were laughing at Zhou Tong for overestimating himself.
If Zhou Tong's fist intent was added to his thoughts or blood, he would naturally be able to easily destroy this Thousand Ghost Return Formation. However, he was still far away. He did not add his fist intent to his blood or blood, nor did he add it to his thoughts. It would be difficult for him to destroy this formation.
"Who is it!?" In Heavenly Witch City, the leader of the Witchcraft Ghost Sect, Yu Wutong, had an ugly expression. His opponent's fist intent was too terrifying, especially the battle intent that almost triggered the War God Demonic Sutra he cultivated.
"This battle intent is indeed terrifying …" A monk beside him sighed. "Even Martial Uncle Yin Yue did not have this kind of battle intent. When did another human immortal appear in this world? "
This person was the surviving member of the Great Zen Temple who had escaped back then — Monk Jingren.
"What!? He's a human immortal? Does this person want to completely destroy our Witchcraft Ghost Sect? "Yu Wutong was shocked. A human immortal was not someone he could fight against.
"Damn it, we're also trapped in the Thousand Ghosts Pilgrimage Array." Yu Wutong's face was pale.
"Don't worry for now. This human immortal doesn't seem to have any killing intent. Otherwise, he would only need to take a few steps forward and destroy the Thousand Ghosts Pilgrimage Array with one punch," Monk Jingren said. "Besides, with a human immortal here, it's useless even if we want to escape."
Yu Wutong's expression was ugly, but he had no other choice. Being blocked by a human immortal, there was no way to escape. He could only wait and see what his opponent wanted.
At the same time, outside Heavenly Witch City.
"I'm invincible in this world. Fight! Fight! Fight! … "
Zhou Tong roared. His fist intent and battle intent burst out and filled his entire body. In an instant, countless acupoints on his body moved, jumped, and vibrated.
The formless fist intent collided with the countless ghosts of the Thousand Ghosts Pilgrimage Array. Every collision was a collision of will and physical object. It was the blooming of fist intent.
On the other side, the black gas that enveloped the entire Heavenly Witch City began to weaken.
"Weng!" "Weng!" "Weng!" …
At the same time, hundreds of acupoints on Zhou Tong's body vibrated at the same time. Unparalleled battle intent and fist intent slowly brewed within. In a trance, the fist intent and battle intent slowly flew out of his acupoints at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At this moment, his fist intent turned into a physical object.
Zhou Tong's fist intent was condensed bit by bit as it collided with the countless ghosts of the Thousand Ghosts Pilgrimage Array. At this moment, he finally broke through a realm and reached the realm of condensing his fist intent into a physical object!
The advancement of a martial arts expert's realm was not about cultivating Dao techniques or undergoing Lightning Tribulations. What the martial arts needed was to temper oneself and break through the Heart Tribulations.
Zhou Tong did not have any Heart Tribulations to begin with. Therefore, when he reached the standard of tempering, he could easily advance.
At this moment, the boundless energy in the world began to pour into Zhou Tong's body. The sun, the moon, the stars, and even the earth's magnetic force began to pay attention to his body.
At this moment, a layer of flame-like energy appeared on the surface of Zhou Tong's body. This flame seemed to want to burn down the entire Heavenly Witch City.
Under the endless energy, Zhou Tong's physical strength began to rise, rise, and rise again.
"Boom!"
In the end, a terrifying demonic figure appeared behind Zhou Tong. What was even more frightening was that this demonic figure's face was exactly the same as Zhou Tong's.
At the same time, an unparalleled battle intent surged like a wave, crashing into the Heavenly Witch City.
"Kacha!" "Kacha!" …
After the fist intent turned into a physical object, Zhou Tong's fist intent possessed a truly terrifying divine might.
This fighting spirit was like a tidal wave. It was a real tidal wave that slammed against the shore. Not to mention the Thousand Ghosts Pilgrimage Array, even the giant city that had been fortified with molten iron was on the verge of collapse under this fighting spirit.
In fact, the moment the fist intent appeared, the Thousand Ghost Pilgrimage Formation was instantly shattered.
In an instant, everyone in Heavenly Witch City felt a terrifying aura like black clouds pressing down on the city. This was especially true for Yu Wutong, who had the highest cultivation.
His own War God Demonic Sutra began to resonate with Zhou Tong's battle intent. It was as if Zhou Tong was the Godfiend in his mind, the origin of all his Dao techniques, the progenitor.
Almost subconsciously, everyone in the Witchghost Dao knelt down to welcome the arrival of the War God.
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