Boom boom boom!
Bolts of lightning struck Fu Xuan's body. Mo Wen's Heavenly Serpent Divine Spear was like a lightning dragon. His casual strike could turn a mountain into ashes.
Fu Lao's ability to take hits was not weak. With the Fusion Hook Battle Armor on his body, he was able to fight Mo Wen to a standstill.
"Mo Wen, you are only so-so. I want to see how you can kill me in half an hour."
With a loud bang, Fu Lao slammed into the barrier again. The entire Yan Que City trembled a few times because of the violent impact. He stood up like a cockroach and flew up again.
As long as Mo Wen's attack was unable to break through the defense on his body, he would not have a problem. At most, he would be injured by a violent shock. However, such a small injury could be recovered very quickly. It was not a big deal at all.
Even if he stood still and let Mo Wen attack him, it would be difficult for Mo Wen to kill him. Unless Mo Wen's power exceeded a certain limit, he would be able to shatter Mo Wen's physical body that was hiding under the Ronggou Battle Armor. But if Mo Wen really had such great power, the Ronggou Battle Armor would most likely be destroyed. However, an immortal cultivator with great attainment in the Supreme Profundity Realm would not be able to destroy the Ronggou Battle Armor by force.
There was no way to kill him directly. The best way was to trap him and think of a way to get him out of the Fusion Hook Battle Armor.
However, it was clear that Mo Wen did not have this ability. It would not be easy for even a later stage Supreme Profundity Realm immortal cultivator to imprison him.
Mo Wen frowned slightly. This Fu Lao was even better at hiding than a turtle. That layer of Fusing Hook Battle Armor was indeed very troublesome.
If it had been an immortal cultivator at the Supreme Profundity Realm's later stage, they might have been able to wear him out until he died. No matter how extraordinary the Ronggou Battle Armor was, there would come a time when Fu Ruo would be exhausted. However, his cultivation level was much lower than Fu Shao's, so how could he possibly exhaust him to death? Fu Shao might still be alive and kicking, but he himself would be exhausted to death.
Therefore, he could only rely on absolute attack power to end the battle in a short period of time. That was the most suitable strategy for him.
"Mo Wen, even if I give you ten days to half a month, don't even think about killing me, let alone the time it takes for half a joss stick to burn. If you continue, you'll be the one to die. "
Fu Yao said with a sinister smile. The only part of his eyes that was exposed was a hint of mockery, but at the same time, there was also a hint of anger.
Previously, he had boasted that he would be able to kill Mo Wen within the time it takes for a joss stick to burn. He had never imagined that after the battle, he would end up in such a pathetic state.
Even if he wanted to kill Mo Wen, let alone within the time it took for a joss stick to burn, it would most likely be impossible. After all, the aura on Mo Wen's body was already suppressing him greatly, and his speed was also much higher than his. How could he kill such a person? Hence, he said this to give himself a way out of this embarrassing situation. He clung to Mo Wen's statement that he would kill him within the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn in order to save some face.
"How long has it been?" Mo Wen stopped attacking and asked expressionlessly.
Fu Shi was stunned when he heard this. He was actually considering this question at a time like this. Could it be that he really wants to kill me in the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn?
Seeing that Fu Lao was being chased and beaten up without being able to retaliate, Tiger Slaughterer was extremely excited and shouted, "Big Brother Mo Wen, there is still half of the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, kill him ruthlessly!"
Fu Lao's reputation in the Ancient Wastelands was too great, and he was also a formidable opponent of the 72 Tribes Alliance. Now that he saw Fu Lao being defeated, even though he was a Supreme Profundity Realm cultivator, he was also very excited.
Hu Luxue glared at his younger brother fiercely. Anyone could see that it was not possible for Mo Wen to kill Fu Lao. Why would he join in the fun at this time? Wasn't that just annoying Mo Wen?
As expected, when Fu Lao heard this, he immediately laughed out loud. "Mo Wen, there is still half of the time. You have to work hard. If you think that time is not enough, how about I give you a little more? Two hours, a day, or a month? You choose … "
Seeing that Fu Lao was mocking Mo Wen, Hu Luxue's expression also turned bitter. What he said was indeed wrong. Didn't he give Fu Lao a chance to mock him?
The immortal cultivators on Juque Peak all ignored Fu Lao's mockery. Instead, they looked deeply at Mo Wen. This cultivator had left a deep impression on them.
Mo Wen pursed his lips and looked at Fu Lao. The light in his eyes became more and more dangerous.
"What, you are not convinced? If you are not convinced, then come and kill me. "
Seeing the cold light in Mo Wen's eyes, Fu Lao's expression became more and more mocking. He looked as if he wanted Mo Wen to kill him if he had the ability.
"I don't know who was the one who said that he would kill Senior Mo Wen within the time it takes for a joss stick to burn, but now he looks like this. Just how thick is his skin?"
Zaguli pursed his lips. From wanting to kill others to not being able to kill him, not only did he not feel ashamed of the change, but he also felt proud of it.
In the sky above, the illusion of a Yin Yang Tai Chi Diagram appeared. With Fu Lao as the center, the Tai Chi Diagram affected the entire force field of heaven and earth.
Fu Lao immediately felt as if his body was stuck in a quagmire. There was always an invisible force binding him, making him feel rather uncomfortable.
"Huh? This Divine Path is mysterious, but do you think that you can bind me with this? I really don't know if you are stupid or naive. "
Fu Lao laughed coldly. The Yin Yang Tai Chi Diagram was indeed mysterious. It could actually affect his movements, but just this alone was not enough to threaten him. His cultivation was much stronger than Mo Wen's. How could he be bound?
A beam of blue light exploded from his body and directly collided with the Yin Yang Tai Chi Diagram. With absolute power and pure brute force, he destroyed the Yin Yang Tai Chi Diagram.
The Yin Yang Tai Chi Diagram slowly disappeared, and the surrounding space immediately relaxed.
However, Fu Lao, who had just broken free from the quagmire, saw a long spear fly across the sky and appear in front of him in an instant.
The long spear emanated beams of extreme lightning power. In the sky above, thunder clouds gathered, and the heavens and earth darkened. From the thunder clouds, streams of lightning descended like a thunderstorm.
"Thunder God Rain!"
This was the first form of the Thunder God's Five Forms. Back then, the Thunder Emperor had used this ultimate remarkable power to shock the world.
Fu Lao's pupils constricted. The long spear kept expanding in his eyes. The power contained in it made him feel a trace of unease and fear in his heart. If the Yin Yang Tai Chi Diagram had not interfered, he might have been able to dodge it slightly and not face such an attack head-on. Right now, however, he could not dodge it at all. He had no choice but to face it head-on.
A head-on clash of such power was definitely not as simple as a minor injury. Fu Lao suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
Rumble!
The terrifying power collided with Fu Lao's body. This time, he only took a few steps back. It was not as exaggerated as before, when he was sent flying thousands of miles back.
However, it was not that this attack was not powerful enough. It was just that this attack was too concentrated and its penetrative power was too strong. It was like rain, nourishing everything silently and seeping deep into the earth.
Naturally, the terrifying power of Mo Wen's Thunder God Rain did not only affect the surface of Fu Lao's body. Instead, it seeped directly into his body. A large portion of the power actually passed through the Fanggou Battle Armor and directly crashed into Fu Lao's body, which was hidden in the armor.
Pfft!
There were two muffled sounds. Bolts of lightning condensed and flashed on the surface of Fu Lao's armor. Blood seeped continuously from the cracks in the armor. More and more blood seeped out, and finally, the armor was dyed red. Fu Lao's eyes, which were exposed in the armor, instantly became extremely crazy. His pupils were bloodshot, as though blood was seeping out of his eyes.
"This is … Cough, cough … What remarkable power is this …"
Fu Lao took two steps back. He had just said a few words when he coughed up another blood clot. The attack just now had caused him a rather terrifying amount of damage.
He had never seen an attack that could actually penetrate his Fanggou Battle Armor. Most of the power landed on his body inside.
The Fanggou Battle Armor could only block a small portion of the power? What kind of situation was this? Even an immortal cultivator with great attainment in the Supreme Profundity Realm would not be able to do this.
The Fanggou Battle Armor was a heaven spiritual treasure. It contained the profundity of the laws of the small path. No matter how powerful an ordinary attack was, it would not be able to bypass the laws of the small path and directly attack the armor. Usually, one could only rely on absolute power to destroy the laws of the small path. Bypass? How was that possible?
Unless Mo Wen had comprehended a medium path remarkable power and his grasp of the laws of heaven and earth far exceeded that of the small path laws.
"What a terrifying attack. That should be the power of a seventh-rank small path remarkable power. Also, it nourishes everything silently and soundlessly. It can seep into the Fanggou Battle Armor without a sound. The laws contained within are rather mysterious. It is most likely not an ordinary seventh-rank small path. It is most likely one of a series of remarkable powers. This series of remarkable powers is far more powerful than small path remarkable powers. "
Ji Yue's pupils constricted slightly. There was some shock on his face. A seventh-rank small path remarkable power was definitely a rather rare remarkable power. It had never appeared in the Ancient Wastelands.
A seventh-rank small path remarkable power was the pinnacle of the pinnacle. It was even rarer and more precious than some ordinary medium path remarkable powers.
In a place like the Ancient Wastelands, legacies were already lacking. Their cultivation resources were rather limited. Even fourth-rank small path remarkable powers were rare, let alone seventh-rank small path.
Up to his current level of cultivation, the small path remarkable power that he was most proud of was only a fourth-rank small path.
The entire Alliance did not have a fifth-rank small path remarkable power. Even the Blood Ying Tribe, which had a long history, only had a fifth-rank small path remarkable power.
The reason why Ji Yue had treated the preliminary cultivator respectfully this time and addressed him as the ambassador was because he hoped that the ambassador would be able to guide him and impart a few powerful remarkable powers to him before he left. This kind of opportunity did not come by often.
"Seventh-rank small path! What a frightening remarkable power. As expected, these preliminary cultivators from the outside are all proud children of heaven who grew up with a silver spoon in their mouths. They have never lacked cultivation resources since they were young. Their conditions are completely incomparable to ours. Their future achievements will most likely be worlds apart. "
The look in Sang Yixiao's eyes was somewhat complicated. He sighed slightly. There were some things that could not be envied. If he had the conditions of those preliminary cultivators, perhaps he would have long cultivated to the great attainment of the Supreme Profundity Realm. It was even possible for him to go one step further and reach the Divine Illusionary Realm.
The youth called Mo Wen's cultivation was clearly far below his and Fu Yao's, but he could firmly suppress Fu Yao in battle. This was the difference between them. The Heavenly Path was unfair.
Sang Yixiao did not know that Mo Wen's current achievements were mostly due to his own abilities. He had experienced many life-and-death trials before he could reach where he was today. In terms of background, Mo Wen was an immortal cultivator from the Source World. His conditions were even worse than those of the people from the Ancient Wastelands.
Background? Family background?
Mo Wen had never thought that he had any. Even if he did, he had never relied on it.
(To be continued.)
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