"He's coming out!"
"Kacha"
Half a cup of tea's time passed almost instantaneously. Under everyone's gazes, a black light suddenly emitted from the black tower. Soon after, a pitch-black void suddenly appeared in the void that Elder Jin had pointed out. Then, a familiar aura cautiously came out from inside, and appeared beside them in the blink of an eye. It was Wen Tianhou.
Looking from the outside, Wen Tianhou didn't seem to have been injured at all. It was as if he hadn't been tortured inside and had only been imprisoned for a few days. But everyone smiled. They could clearly sense Wen Tianhou's weakness. Even if he didn't look any different on the surface, he was starting to be unable to suppress his internal injuries.
"How could it be like this?!"
After Wen Tianhou came out and saw the situation outside, he immediately became furious. He originally thought that with his powerful subordinates, everything would be over by the time he came out. But after seeing the painting soul, he seemed to understand everything.
This was all a trap. As long as he didn't escape after coming out, he would automatically walk into this place. He had been fooled from start to finish.
Just as he appeared, the two swords in the sky suddenly flashed, and a vast aura was emitted from them. Everyone felt a tremor in the depths of their hearts, as if some terrifying character was about to descend. A blood-red light permeated the entire sky, and above their heads, a breathtaking blood-red river was carefully flowing. It was as if they had arrived in a blood-red world, and even the heavens and earth were trembling.
Especially Wen Tianhou, who was in the middle. His body stiffened, and he carefully looked up. His expression became even uglier.
A blood-colored figure had already appeared above them. Although he couldn't see its face, he knew it was the Asura race's patriarch. Its strength was comparable to the Hundred Alliance's alliance master. Just the powerful pressure from above made him unable to move. Its strength far surpassed his own.
Gu Zheng and the others outside could only feel the pressure from the bottom of their hearts. They couldn't even sense the strength of the blood shadow. However, when they saw Wen Tianhou's grave expression, they knew how powerful the shadow was.
"So what if you're powerful? Do you know this is my world? You think you can kill me with just a figure? What wishful thinking." Wen Tianhou suddenly laughed. He didn't care as much as before. He felt very relaxed.
"Since you're courting death, then die."
An ethereal voice came from all directions, and the river of blood above their heads split into two, falling towards the two sword shadows below and being sucked into the sword shadows.
As the river of blood continued to pour, two swords glowing with blood-red light appeared in front of everyone. One of the swords was thinner than ordinary weapons, and the tip was like a spear. However, the back of the sword was wider than ordinary swords. It looked extremely strange. The other sword looked more normal, but its entire body seemed to be made of pieces of blood crystals, sparkling and translucent.
"Yuan Tu Abi!"
Gu Zheng looked at the two weapons......................
This was also very normal. After all, the Cloud Desolate Sword was made after birth, while the Cloud Desolate Sword was an innate item. It could kill people without karma, and was incomparably powerful. It was also the weapon that made that ancestor famous.
. But just because it didn't have any karma didn't mean it wouldn't have any hatred. If it accumulated too much, even the Ancestor wouldn't be able to ignore it. That was why he kept a low profile.
"Come. If you want to kill them all, then come personally. If you come, you can collect the corpses of your subordinates." Wen Tianhou looked up and coldly snorted. It seemed he wasn't afraid of them at all.
"What is he trying to do?" Gu Zheng couldn't help but ask.
Wen Tianhou had been nervous at the beginning, but now he didn't care. It seemed Wen Tianhou wasn't afraid of them at all.
"He's just bluffing. No matter who he is, he will die under the Ancestor's sword." Elder Jin coldly snorted. He didn't believe the other side could resist.
However, Gu Zheng noticed that Soul Painting didn't seem to believe Wen Tianhou could kill him. It seemed like he was preparing something.
Gu Zheng only gave a slight glance before continuing to look forward. The Patriarch's phantom had already picked up the thin sword and slashed it down gently. At this moment, the world suddenly fell silent. Although there were no changes in the surroundings, it was as if the weapon in the hands of the Patriarch's phantom was falling bit by bit. One could even see black cracks appearing beside the sword's body.
Time passed very slowly. The weapon was like a slowly squirming snail, pressing down bit by bit. Everyone's mind followed the other side bit by bit, but time passed very quickly. In the blink of an eye, the weapon had already landed on Wen Tianhou's body.
There was no sound. Everyone could clearly see that Wen Tianhou's body began to disintegrate the moment it came into contact. At the same time, the entire weapon exploded when it slashed across half of Wen Tianhou's body, turning into a blood-colored vortex that sucked Wen Tianhou's body into it.
Just like that, in just a breath's time, Wen Tianhou's figure completely disappeared from the sky. The Ancestor's attack only left a red vortex that was still spinning in the middle. The people outside didn't even feel any power.
Until now, many people still hadn't reacted. The arrogant Wen Tianhou, who they thought couldn't do anything to him, had died just like that?
At first, they thought the other party was so domineering that they thought he had some heaven-defying means. In the end, he died without being careful?
No matter what, they had to be careful. This caused everyone to cheer, and even Elder Jin revealed a faint smile.
The Ancestor's shadow in the sky glanced over. Gu Zheng didn't know if it was an illusion or not, but after the Ancestor nodded at him, the Ancestor's figure disappeared.
The remaining red crystal sword also floated over to Elder Jin's hand. Gu Zheng saw the Avici Sword flash within it. Elder Jin didn't put it away and was celebrating with the other Elders.
"Gu Zheng, Wen Tianhou is dead. We won." Pan Xuan excitedly rushed over and hugged Gu Zheng.
However, she soon realized that her actions were inappropriate and carefully went down. In order to prevent Gu Zheng from seeing her, she even turned to the other side. Gu Zheng couldn't help but laugh.
No matter what, Wen Tianhou's death was no surprise. After all, the Ancestor had personally taken action and the other party was heavily wounded. Everyone, including Gu Zheng, felt that there was no suspense. If the other party hid at home, the Ancestor wouldn't be able to do anything to him. In short, they had won this time and the Asura species would take over this place in the future.
But when Gu Zheng glanced around, he suddenly noticed something. Xiao Ying was still floating in the sky, and Wen Tianhou's subordinates were still looking over. They weren't worried at all. He could also feel Zhu Hun's ruthless gaze. As for the Soul Painter Clan, they were faintly emitting an enormous threat, as if they were preparing to attack.
The Asura species also noticed the situation and slowly calmed down. They seemed to feel that the Painting Soul species was targeting them. If they were to calculate, they weren't necessarily their match even with Soul Alliance combined.
Originally, there was still a bit of a festive atmosphere, but just like that, it carefully subsided.
"I don't think it's that simple. Those Demon Souls don't seem to be in pain. Instead, they are just like before, cautiously following us." Gu Zheng looked at the gradually shrinking vortex and murmured.
"Could it be that he isn't dead yet?"
Under Gu Zheng's reminder, Elder Jin also noticed the abnormality outside and spoke in a similarly solemn tone. "Elder Jin, don't worry.
At this moment, the blood colored vortex had completely disappeared. However, at some unknown time, a fist-sized black ball had appeared there. Countless black threads constantly circled around it and grew larger and larger.
Gu Zheng had been staring there the entire time, but didn't see how the other party had appeared.
The others all saw the strange black ball and were shocked. However, no one knew what had happened.
"Acting mysterious. Even if you aren't dead, I'll kill you again."
City Lord Xing looked at the black cloud and suddenly rushed towards it. His hand was in the air as he smashed down. A huge black fist appeared above the black cloud and also smashed down.
"Peng"
An enormous explosion rose up from the black ball. However, to everyone's disappointment, the black ball wasn't affected at all. City Lord Xing's angry attack had no effect. Instead, it angered the opponent and caused it to expand even more fiercely.
Before the surrounding shockwaves dissipated, the black ball had become a human sized black cocoon. One could faintly see someone inside.
"Rip!"
A palm suddenly stretched out from the inside, and then slowly tore to the side.
Gu Zheng's pupils abruptly constricted because he recognized that hand as Wen Tianhou's.
As expected, as a figure squeezed out of the cocoon, Wen Tianhou's figure appeared in front of everyone once more. It was as if he had been standing there the entire time.
"He's actually fine!" Elder Jin exclaimed.
"Could it be that he didn't hit him just now?" Ruo Chen asked.
"Impossible. The old ancestor's cultivation base is already at the peak of the quasi-sage realm. He wouldn't make such a low-level mistake." Before Elder Jin could say anything, Pan Xuan retorted.
"Then what's going on?"
City Lord Liu stared at Wen Tianhou, wanting to see through his weakness. However, Wen Tianhou didn't seem any different from before. His injuries didn't get better or worse. It was as if he had just shattered an illusion.
"Surprised? Are you my dear friend? "
Wen Tianhou waved his hand and Xiao Ying automatically returned to his side. He also knew what had happened during this period of time. The only thing he didn't expect was that Xiao Ying had become somewhat unstable because of his "disappearance". This was indeed a pity. However, it didn't matter. At worst, he could just let her follow him. Perhaps after a long time, this problem would be solved.
"Do you think you can be so arrogant just because you got lucky once? I'll invite my old ancestor again." Elder Jin grabbed Avici and pointed at Wen Tianhou.
"Go ahead. I won't disturb you. Wait for your old ancestor to tear me apart." Wen Tianhou said indifferently.
If he wanted to stop it, it would be a piece of cake. He definitely wouldn't be caught off guard like before.
"You …" Elder Jin choked, but was unable to continue speaking. This was because the Old Ancestor could only come once, and this weapon was given to him to kill a strong enemy. However, if he wanted to kill Wen Tianhou, it was impossible.
"I can't summon him. Even if I summon him a thousand times, or even ten thousand times, he won't be able to kill me. I'm not his opponent. As long as his main body appears here, I won't be able to escape. However, it's impossible to rely on external forces to kill me."
Wen Tianhou looked at the furious and unwilling expressions of the people in front of him. He felt incomparably delighted.
"I've already operated Black Prison for so long. My body has already merged with this place. If you want to kill me, you have to come here. Can the other party arrive in a day? Or you can come and kill me. Even if I'm injured, it's still easy to kill all of you. "
Wen Tianhou knew that he had miscalculated. Previously, he was worried about Gu Feng, which led to this situation. There was also Gu Zheng's people. He wouldn't be careful with the other party.
"The other party is stalling for time. His body hasn't recovered yet. It's not like what the other party said. The other party is still injured …" At this moment, a sudden shout came from outside. A figure flew over from afar and shouted loudly.
"Noisy."
Wen Tianhou's anger flashed. He then grabbed at the figure. The figure instantly turned into fragments of black mist. Facing Wen Tianhou's attack, he was killed without any reaction.
"Mo You!"
Gu Zheng was a little excited when he saw the dead figure. The one who rushed over was none other than Mo You. With her incomprehensible intuition, she could clearly see Wen Tianhou's situation. At this moment, she didn't care about the risk and rushed out to tell everyone the truth.
"Don't be rash! The painting soul is making a move. "
When Pan Xuan saw that something was amiss, she immediately pulled Gu Zheng back and advised him.
The moment Mo You died, the demon soul suddenly emitted an equally huge aura. It seemed to be comparable to Wen Tianhou's.
"How dare you!"
Wen Tianhou suddenly turned his head and was about to fly towards the painting soul. However, a figure moved slightly and blocked his path.
"Wen Tianhou, go to hell."
City Lord Xing, who had been in the sky and hadn't descended, rushed over with a solid black flame.
"No!"
Ruo Chen carefully followed, but it was a bit too late.
Even though City Lord Xing had burned himself to reach his greatest potential, this wasn't too difficult for Wen Tianhou. In just a single breath of time, Wen Tianhou had passed by him and City Lord Xing had already lost half of his body. His life force was rapidly fading away.
Everyone understood Mo You's meaning, but it wasn't so simple. City Lord Xing had thought that by striking first, he could at least contend with his opponent. But he had miscalculated.
However, his sacrifice wasn't in vain. In this short instant, the painting soul had successfully released their trump card.
A small stone tablet flew out. With a bang, a male soul that looked like a painting soul appeared in the sky. However, his expression was crazed, as if he had already lost his mind. However, his strength wasn't any weaker than Wen Tianhou's. Perhaps it could be said that he was stronger.
"Little Ying, soul rise!"
Wen Tianhou looked at the familiar figure in front of him. He didn't plan on fighting head-on. At the same time, he began to contend with his opponent.
As soon as his voice fell, Little Ying waved her hand. A painting scroll that looked like a painting soul appeared in her hand. She tossed it into the sky.
The entire painting scroll carefully expanded in the sky. Soon, it was like a giant curtain hanging in the sky. Between heaven and earth, countless black fog rose and drilled into the painting scroll.
At the same time, the painting soul race also moved. Painting scrolls unfolded one after another. Transparent threads shot out from them and connected to the male soul in the sky.
The male soul that didn't move orderly was quickly controlled by the painting soul race.
"What should we do?"
At this time, everyone had already landed on the ground. City Lord Liu looked up and said.
Gu Zheng took the opportunity to put away the black tower and said with a frown, "We can't interfere now. However, can the painting soul race kill him?"
At this time, the black tower had already lost most of its power. He knew that this time, the black tower was going all out. At least, it couldn't return to that place. It could only fall into a deep sleep. At this time, it looked like a model. No one would be able to recognize it if he held it in his hand.
If anyone here carefully went up, they would end up like City Lord Xing. The aftermath of the battle would be enough to kill them.
"I feel that we can't put our hopes on him. However, we still have a chance to kill him. We still have the ancestor's Avici phantom. As long as we can slash him, it actually contains the ancestor's full strength attack. Since we can only kill him in the Black Prison, we will do it ourselves," Elder Jin said from the side.
"But we can't get close to him," City Lord Liu said.
"Leave it to us. Our Shura's trump cards are far beyond your imagination. With the help of the higher-ups, leave everything to us. Please help us cover up for a while." Elder Jin's eyes flashed with a hint of viciousness. He then retreated into the crowd.
The other four Elders immediately surrounded Elder Jin. Traces of strange fluctuations rose around them, as if they were also preparing some kind of method.
Gu Zheng raised his head and looked at the sky. The summoning mission of Wen Tianhou and Painting Soul had disappeared. However, in the distant sky, he could feel a terrifying fluctuation. There were also occasional flashes of light. The two sides were fighting very far away. He didn't know the situation of the other side at this time.
Only the picture scroll in the sky was still sucking in endless black fog. The five elders of the Painting Soul Race had already rushed in, wanting to stop the other side's actions. However, they couldn't see through it from the outside. They didn't know what was going on inside.
Suddenly, this group of people seemed to have nothing to do. The only thing they could do now was wait and see if the other side could deal with Wen Tianhou.
After thinking for a while, Gu Zheng walked towards Painting Soul. He wanted to know what the other side was doing.
"Thank you for saving Xu Jia. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to answer to the others when I returned."
Halfway, Bai Jiajia stopped Gu Zheng and said gratefully.
"It's what I should do." Gu Zheng stopped and looked at Huang Wei and Xu Jia who were quarreling fiercely. However, the two of them showed concern. It could be seen that the two of them had a deep relationship. When they saw Gu Zheng's figure, they immediately walked over.
"Anyway, thank you for saving my friend. After this is over, we will go into seclusion for a period of time to get rid of the aura here. We are afraid that we won't be able to thank you in time," Huang Wei said gratefully.
"Over? It's still too early! "
Gu Zheng turned his head to the distance. It seemed that the battle there was very fierce. However, he had a bad feeling in his heart. He felt that everything wouldn't end so easily.
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