"Rumble!"
In the sky above the ancient battlefield, the blazing True Fire of the Sun combined with the power of the bright silver moon rained down with destructive force.
Part of the ground below melted and turned into rolling lava, flowing freely. Another part of the area was shrouded by the cold force, forming snow-covered glaciers that stood between heaven and earth.
The two scenes, one Yin and one Yang, one cold and one hot, seemed to be opposite to each other, but also had a perfect and harmonious connection, with a kind of uncanny beauty.
Even further away, there were no abnormal signs.
It was as if it had been struck by a meteor. The ground cracked, mountains collapsed, and the ground was covered in cracks that were like spider webs. The entire place was filled with an aura of destruction, and the area it covered was a few times larger than the previous two.
Obviously, all these strange phenomena were formed by the aftermath of the battle between Lin Buzheng, Wu Tian Wang, and Yue He.
The area of the strange phenomenon was nearly ten times larger, vividly depicting the huge disparity in strength between the two.
At this moment, Lin Buzheng stood there with his hands behind his back.
Although he did not say a word, his figure was towering like an immortal mountain that supported heaven and earth.
On the ground in the distance, the twelve Heavenly Sons of the Chongsheng Sect, Eldest Senior Brother Wu Tian Wang, and Saint Yue He were all lying on the ground powerlessly.
Their bodies were covered with blood, and their momentum was dispirited. Their failure served as a foil to Lin Buzheng's dazzling success.
"It's over!"
Seeing this scene, the Chongsheng Sect disciples who were watching the battle had mixed feelings. They looked at Lin Buzheng with respect and fear.
In this Trial of a Hundred Battles, Liu Qingshan, Hui Miao, Zhao Jiusha, and other Heavenly Sons of Martial Arts had challenged and intercepted him. Later, the twelve strongest disciples of the new generation of the Chongsheng Sect had formed the Twelve Capital Sky Formation of the Chongsheng Sect to attack. Finally, Wu Tian Wang and Yue He had joined forces to launch an earth-shattering attack.
Throughout the trial, the disciples of the Chongsheng Sect were united and united against the enemy. Their performance could be said to be perfect and impeccable.
If Lin Buzheng had been any other Martial Artist at the Third Lv of the Spirit Path, or even an expert at the Middle Stage of the Spirit Path, he would have been doomed to be defeated. It was impossible for him to kill his way out of the encirclement of the Chongsheng Sect's disciples.
It was a pity that although Lin Buzheng's Martial Arts Cultivation was only at the Third Lv of the Spirit Path, his real battle strength was more than half a step to the Earth Realm.
His strength was unbelievably strong, like the reincarnation of a Great Emperor, completely subverting the common sense of martial arts.
Step by step, he bravely advanced, defeating all the disciples of the Chongsheng Sect who came to challenge him. His momentum was unstoppable.
In a situation where he was surrounded by enemies in the Hundred Battles Small World, he relied on his own strength to kill his way out of the encirclement and had the last laugh.
Not only had he won the final victory in the trial of a hundred battles, but he had also won the respect and reverence of all the disciples of the Chongsheng Sect for himself and Wang Yurou.
One could imagine that after this battle, Wang Yurou's position in the Sect would definitely rise greatly.
Even if she couldn't be as aloof as Yue He, who was treated like a moon surrounded by stars, no one would dare to bully her at will like before.
However, what the disciples of the Chongsheng Sect didn't know was that Lin Buzheng's performance in this battle seemed to be powerful and nature-defying, but in fact, he didn't even use half of his real strength.
Not only did he not use the Four Symbols Overbearing Fist, but he also didn't use the Divine Senses of Yuluo and the Divine Senses of Huoluojia.
Otherwise, if Lin Buzheng didn't hold back and used his full strength, Wu Tian Wang would have been killed by his fist as soon as they met. Even if there were ten Yue He helping him, it would be useless.
This was no longer a simple gap in strength, but an absolute suppression of the comprehension of Martial Arts!
"The trial is over, but why hasn't the space gate opened?"
"What happened in the Hundred Battles Small World?"
The next moment, the disciples of the Chongsheng Sect whispered to each other and looked at the space gate in confusion.
As they had said, after Lin Buzheng defeated Heavenly King Wu and Yue He and obtained the final victory, the Hundred Battles Trial came to an end. The Hundred Battles Small World's Space Gate to the outside world opened automatically.
But at this moment, the space gate of the Hundred Battles Small World was silent like a dead stone, and the projection in the sky was becoming more and more blurry. In addition, although the 12 geniuses of the Chongsheng Sect had lost their talismans, they hadn't been transported out of the Hundred Battles Small World.
At this moment, even the slowest disciples realized that something different must have happened in the Hundred Battles Small World!
Swoosh!
At this moment, Lin Buzheng's figure moved and disappeared from the spot.
But he didn't rush to Wu Tian Wang or Yue He to rob them like before. Instead, he shot to the deepest part of the ancient battlefield like a bolt of lightning!
The projection in the sky did not show the entire scene of the Hundred Battles Small World. Instead, it showed the scene in a certain area around the disciple who had the talisman.
As Lin Buzheng flew forward, images flashed in the sky at a dazzling speed, and finally stopped in the deepest part of the ancient battlefield.
"That is …"
Tens of thousands of disciples of the Chongsheng Sect were dumbfounded. They were so shocked by the scene in front of them that they couldn't speak.
At this moment, in the deepest part of the Hundred Battles Small World, there stood an incomparably huge altar.
It was at least ten thousand zhang tall, and it was as lofty as a small mountain.
It was made of unknown black Spiritual Stones, and blood was dripping from the cracks in the rocks. It gave off an evil and ominous aura that made people shudder, as if the depths of the altar led directly to hell!
At this moment, both Lin Buzheng and the disciples of the Chongsheng Sect who were watching from outside the space gate were shocked and confused.
Because everyone clearly remembered that just a moment ago, the ancient battlefield was still covered in sand and broken weapons and armors. There was no such altar at all.
But while Lin Buzheng and Wu Tian Wang were fighting, the black altar silently appeared out of thin air and blended perfectly with its surroundings, as if it had been there for thousands of years.
At the top of the altar, a person was facing the mysterious totem at the top of the altar, kowtowing piously and mumbling to himself.
Every time he kowtowed, an extremely powerful force would emerge from the altar and soar into the sky, disrupting and destroying the laws of Heaven and Earth of the Hundred Battles Small World.
"It's you!"
Surprise flashed across Lin Buzheng's eyes. This person was none other than one of the 12 Heaven's Favorites.
Not long ago, he was defeated by Lin Buzheng with a single move. He vomited blood and fell to the ground with serious injuries.
After Lin Buzheng took away the talismans and Spiritual Stones, he did not pay much attention to this person. He did not expect this person to cause such a huge commotion.
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