Bang! The flaming red spear landed on the chest of the white-robed figure. In the next moment, the flames on the spear immediately rushed out, instantly igniting the white-robed figure. The crimson flames soared into the sky, and in an instant, a terrifying fluctuation of spiritual power erupted, causing the entire island to tremble violently. The roar set off monstrous waves on the water in the distance.
For this attack, Song Zheyuan consumed more than half of the scorching sun stones on his body. It contained powerful Chakra fluctuations. Even if a cultivator in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment encountered it, they could only die with hatred because the terrifying fire poison was not something these people could resist. Coupled with the powerful piercing ability of the spear in his hand, Song Zheyuan did not dare to say that he could defeat a cultivator in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, but he could definitely cause enough damage.
Unfortunately, the moment Song Zheyuan's attack broke out, he was already doomed to fail.
Everything happened in a flash, and by the time he realized something was wrong, it was already too late! The raging flames engulfed the white-robed figure, but Blue Dragon, who was wearing a black robe with red clouds, was standing not far away. His hands were forming seals, and his cold eyes were nailed to Song Zheyuan's body as if he was looking at a dead man.
"Quicksand Waterfall!"
Boom! Monstrous waves of yellow sand and stones surged from all directions. In the blink of an eye, it was like a flood that submerged an area of hundreds of meters. The terrifying torrent of sand and stones rolled, engulfing everything in the surroundings, including Song Rui, who was seriously injured by the Water Dragon Technique.
"Young Master, quickly leave … I …" Before Song Rui could finish his words, his figure was submerged in the sand and stones, and no trace could be seen.
"Blue Dragon, if you dare to kill me, the Song Family will definitely tear you to pieces!" Song Zheyuan roared.
At this moment, he had no time to think about the identity of the white-robed figure. The spiritual power in his body erupted, and a terrifying temperature spread. He wanted to rush out of the torrent of sand and stones, but the range of Hayashikawa's Ninjutsu was too large, and the power was not something he could contend with. After three seconds, Song Zheyuan's figure was submerged in the torrent of sand and stones, and there was no trace of him.
Hayashikawa ignored Song Zheyuan's shouts and continued to use Ninjutsu. He could clearly feel that Song Zheyuan was still resisting, but with the passage of time, he was sinking into the depths of the ground unstoppably.
On the other side, Wei Wu had already retreated when Hayashikawa revealed his fourth attribute. His strongest attack had been easily nullified by Hayashikawa, so he no longer had any desire to fight. When he saw the white-robed figure suddenly appear before Hayashikawa, he directly gave up on resisting. He turned around and swept up Wei Qing's body, fleeing to the other side of the island.
Facts proved that Wei Wu's intuition was very correct. Before Hayashikawa's Quicksand Waterfall burst out, he rushed out of the range of this Ninjutsu, and saved his life. When he turned around to look, that place had already changed into a yellow desert. The crazy quicksand swept everything, and all the trees and mountains were submerged in an instant. In almost a few seconds, the landscape had completely changed.
When the quicksand stopped, Hayashikawa had already changed into a desert in front of him. He coldly looked at Wei Wu who was rapidly escaping, then bent down and pressed both of his hands on the ground.
"Sand Waterfall Burial!"
Boom! The entire island violently trembled, and a circle of terrifying shockwaves rippled out from Hayashikawa's hands, suppressing the earth's core. The earth was sinking, the air was buzzing, and everything was buried.
This was a funeral to end everything!
When that terrifying shockwave spread out from behind him, a trace of despair appeared on Wei Wu's beautiful face. He suddenly felt that everything he was proud of was not even worth mentioning in front of this Akatsuki's assassin. Compared to such a person, he was even worse than an ant.
"How can this be? How can someone do this to this extent, who is he in the end? Is he the reincarnation of a true immortal? " In Wei Wu's heart, an incredible question was revolving. He began to doubt his life, began to doubt everything he had ever known. His worldview was collapsing, and at the same time, despair was spreading in his heart.
Although he didn't see the appearance of that white robe puppet, but he couldn't forget that familiar feeling. His intuition told him that it was the same thing as the puppet he had encountered in the 1st layer space, but even more terrifying.
"Byakugan!"
Hayashikawa retracted his Rinnegan, opened his Byakugan, and looked towards the depths of the ground. More than 100 meters underground, Song Rui was already dead, directly turned into a pile of meat paste, and Song Zheyuan's body was shrouded in a layer of strange red light. That red light came from a token, and a big "Song" character on it was extremely eye-catching.
"Not dead?" Hayashikawa frowned slightly. He could feel that there was still vitality in Song Zheyuan's body. That strange red light resisted most of the power of the Sand Waterfall Burial, so that Song Zheyuan, who had no possibility of survival, retained his last breath.
"However, it seems that he can't live anymore!" After observing for a long time, Hayashikawa's brows relaxed. Death was only a matter of time. Even if Song Zheyuan still had a breath, it was impossible for him to climb out of the sand and stones more than 100 meters underground.
After confirming this, Lin Chuan finally breathed a sigh of relief. The spiritual force in his body had been consumed in the series of battles. He was originally prepared to catch Wei Wu in one fell swoop, but he didn't expect the heir of the Wei Family to be so sensitive to the aura of danger. Before he could use his ninjutsu, Wei Wu had already begun to escape, causing his plan to deviate.
But fortunately, although he couldn't kill Wei Wu, the escaped Wei Wu was no longer a threat to Hayashikawa. He just needed to wait for his spiritual power to recover, then Wei Wu could only live for a little longer.
Turning around to look at Lin Long and Gao Ze, who were hiding in the Shield of Shukaku, Hayashikawa discovered that Lin Long was also unconscious at this moment, and Gao Ze, after taking the Holy Recovery Pill, was recovering from his injuries. His life was no longer in danger.
"Really, I even lost a Holy Recovery Pill. When can I be truly ruthless!" Hayashikawa shook his head and laughed at himself.
Since he entered the world of cultivation, from the beginning when he trusted Qin Lang and Bu Lian Shi, and then later when he met Zhang Leyang, his mentality had been constantly changing. He knew that he could no longer trust others like he did in the beginning. His heart was becoming harder and harder, and the number of people he could call friends was becoming fewer and fewer.
Perhaps, this was growing up!
"Well, let's leave everything to fate. With the help of Lin Long's map, I can be considered to have done my duty! At the same time, I can also return her favor! "Hayashikawa said in a low voice, and then began to sit cross-legged to recover his spiritual power.
The white-robed puppet slowly came from the distance and stood behind Hayashikawa, without the slightest injury.
After half an hour, Hayashikawa woke up, and his spiritual power was completely restored.
"Now, what should I do next?" Hayashikawa said in a low voice, and the immortal technique Chakra surged. The next moment, he directly took out a black stick from his right palm. At the same time, Chakra penetrated the ground from the soles of his feet, and manipulated the sand and stones to slowly raise Song Zheyuan's corpse.
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