Chapter 151
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The man in black was staring at a young man with dark purple hair. He was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. His face was thin but firm. He was looking at his two masters with a complicated gaze.
Shen Wujiang!
Mo Lixue!
These two names were the only masters in the entire Dongling land who had broken through the Nascent Soul realm and entered the Divine Transformation realm!
One of them was a god, the other a demon!
However, the two of them had gathered the strongest cultivators in the entire Dongling to be their witness.
It was not a competition, but a fight to the death!
"I really want to fight with the Northern Rock Barbarian Army!"
"It's a pity that I accidentally entered the Obscure State of Swordsmanship 15 years ago. Until today, I still can't walk out of the ethereal state. I can't unleash the strongest attack of a Divine Transformation cultivator."
Wu Jiang raised his head and looked into the distance. The unrecoverable crack on the North East Heavenly Wind Wall was reflected in his eyes. Disturbed by his fluctuating emotions, his figure became ethereal. The corners of his sleeves spread out and gathered like clouds.
Originally, the four continents of Dongling, Northern Rock, Western Qi, and Southern Tripod had their own Heavenly Wind Walls. They did not pass through each other. The powerful cultivators of the four regions all had their own places.
However, a month ago, the terrifying demonic lightning appeared out of nowhere. It was so powerful that it broke the North East Heavenly Wind Wall!
Northern Rock was warlike. Through the broken natural moat, the powerful cultivators of Dongling could smell the scent of war and blood.
A disaster that could destroy the entire world could happen at any moment.
Hearing Wu Jiang's lament, Mo Lixue laughed wildly. "Hahahaha, the Star Lord Celestial Family doesn't care about the war between realms. The people of Dongling can only rely on themselves. Since the two of us can't go to the battlefield, let's hand this world over to the young!"
As the man in black waved his sleeves, the black snow in the sky seemed to be summoned by a force. It suddenly turned into a giant dipper in the sky and poured into the green demonic eye between his brows!
"Master!"
Lian Zizhuo knelt in the air with a thud. Crystal clear tears streaked down his resolute face.
"Using the bones of Soul Formation cultivators to forge the God-Slaying Blade … Although the two Supreme Masters were trapped by their cultivation techniques, they continued to protect the people of Dongling with their lives. That is the role model that we cultivators should learn from. That is the responsibility that the most powerful of a world should have! "
The woman beside him let out a soft sigh, her voice filled with helplessness and regret.
"Protect Lian Zi Zhuo!"
No one knew who shouted, but two men with cold expressions immediately descended from the sky and dragged the sobbing young man a thousand feet away. Only then did he not get hurt by the raging black snow!
After all, he was only twenty-nine years old and his cultivation level was only at the Nascent Soul Realm.
"Hahahahaha!"
Mo Lixue's maniacal laughter replaced the tyrannical ice and snow, filling the entire world. The terrifying power was squeezed by the Snow Dou and slowly caused countless bloody wounds to appear on his third eye.
The aura of the devil was exploding!
The earth whimpered and the heavens wailed. Even Mo Lixue himself seemed to be unable to control the tyrannical power that threatened to destroy the world!
The hearts of the seven perfected Nascent Soul cultivators beat wildly, and they retreated again while forcibly suppressing their instincts to turn around and flee.
It was too terrifying!
"As expected of the power of the gods and devils!"
A dirty old beggar wrapped himself tightly in cloth. The wind and snow formed icicles on his hair, causing his voice to be hoarse and trembling. However, his gaze towards the distance was filled with respect.
"For the sake of heaven and earth, for the sake of the people. I, Wu Jiang, was originally a fisherman of the West Sea. All my life's work was taken from the sea. Today, my bones, blood, and soul shall be returned to the people of Dongling!"
Just as the wind and death raged between heaven and earth, God Wu Jiang's long howl was like a flaming arrow shot into the blizzard, stopping the flow of time!
Boom!
God Wu Jiang self-destructed!
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