It wasn't easy for Ding Ning to find Li. How could he be willing to part with her just like that? He ran in the direction he came from, wanting to ask her what was going on.
He didn't want to fight, but there was someone who wasn't willing to let him leave. A bald demigod dressed in red smirked and slapped his palm toward his head.
This demigod expert was only at the peak of the demigod level, but he was considered an extremely powerful existence in this battlefield. He was full of confidence in this palm. The kid in front of him, who didn't seem to have any aura, would definitely die under his palm.
A demigod dressed in white who wasn't far from Ding Ning shouted and reminded him, "Hide quickly. That's Chi Wu, the third disciple of the God Lord Mi Tuo. He's not someone we can fight against."
Ding Ning was slightly stunned. He did not expect that someone would be so kind as to remind him. Then he realized that he was wearing white clothes at the moment. Although the style was different, he must have been regarded as one of his own by the demigod in white.
This made him suddenly remember that Li was also wearing white clothes. This demigod dressed in white should be in the same camp as Li.
Previously in the area where the super experts were fighting, their clothes were all different. Even he couldn't tell how they were distinguishing between friend and foe.
However, this low-level fighting area was different. There were only two camps of white and red. There was no need to worry about standing on the wrong side.
Seeing that Chi Wu's palm was about to land, and Ding Ning didn't react at all as if he was scared silly, the demigod dressed in white who kindly reminded him couldn't bear to watch. He sighed in his heart. If he were to encounter this Chi Wu, he would probably have to give up resisting and let himself be slaughtered.
However, the next moment, he widened his eyes in shock. His mouth opened so wide that a duck egg could almost be stuffed inside.
What did he see? The guy whom he thought was definitely going to die just casually waved his hand. Chi Wu, whom he thought he couldn't fight against, exploded with a bang and turned into a cloud of blood mist. Not even his bones were left.
He rubbed his eyes in disbelief. He wondered if he was hallucinating.
That was Chi Wu, Lord God Mi Tuo's most ruthless and most talented third disciple, Chi Wu. He had cultivated to the peak of the Demigod Realm before he was even 500 years old, and was the disciple that Lord God Mi Tuo valued the most. Because he had once escaped from the hands of a pericelestial expert, his fame had spread far and wide.
But now, the notorious Chi Wu was as vulnerable as a chicken or a dog in the hands of this unassuming fellow. If not for his fear of Chi Wu, he would have suspected that the Chi Wu who had turned into a mist of blood was an imposter.
Ding Ning clenched his fists. It seemed that he had become more powerful. Although he could easily kill a Peak Demigod in the past, it would take him some effort. But now, it was really easy to kill a Peak Demigod in a second.
Could it be because of the inheritance of the laws of the Human Emperor Crown? This caused Ding Ning to show a thoughtful expression. He carefully felt and found that it seemed to be true.
At this moment, there were all sorts of Laws revolving around his body. He had clearly never comprehended these Laws before, and some of them he had never even heard of before. Yet, he could use them as he wished, as if he had comprehended these Laws for tens of millions of years.
What was going on? Could it be that the Human Emperor Crown could help people comprehend the Laws? This made him feel as if he had gained a huge advantage.
One should know that he was walking on the Great Way of Medicine, which was all-encompassing. Of course, the more Laws he comprehended, the better.
Of course, even without these Laws, he could easily break through to pericelestial with the basic Laws of Five Elements and Light and Darkness. But at the same time, he would have to comprehend other Laws continuously in the later stages. He did not know how long it would take for him to break through to the Immortal Realm.
Now, it was as if he had picked up hundreds of Laws for free, which saved him countless years of hard work. If he was willing, he could easily break through to become a true pericelestial expert at any time.
However, he had an inexplicable intuition that if he broke through to pericelestial now, he might regret it in the future. Although he did not know why he had such a thought, he felt that it was better not to break through for the time being to be safe.
Holding back the urge to break through to pericelestial, Ding Ning noticed that the demigod in white who had warned him before was currently being besieged by five demigods. Although they were just five ordinary demigods, the demigod in white had just stepped into the level of a top demigod. His strength was not much stronger than an ordinary demigod. Under the siege, he was in danger and could die at any time.
"Master, it's him. Third Junior Brother was killed by him."
Just as he was about to lend a hand, a voice made him frown slightly. He turned his head to look and saw a bald, red-clothed, middle-aged demigod pointing at him viciously and pointing at a bald old man wrapped in a red robe next to him as a witness.
"Kid, how dare you kill my beloved disciple. I'm going to peel off your skin, break your bones, pull out your tendons, and dig out your heart to comfort Chi Wu's soul in heaven."
The red robe on the bald elder was very similar to a kasaya, but the ferocious expression on his face did not have the slightest bit of compassion that a monk should have. He was roaring viciously and viciously.
"Amitabha, you've crossed the line. This is not the area you should be in."
Two pericelestial white-clothed men ran over and shouted at Amitabha with an ugly expression.
Amitabha smiled contemptuously and said coldly, "Soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals. This is just a verbal agreement to prevent both sides from massacring each other's low-level disciples. Normally, I would naturally abide by the agreement, but this little bastard killed my beloved disciple. If I don't avenge him, how can I dispel the hatred in my heart? Get out of the way, or don't blame me for breaking the agreement and killing both of you."
The faces of the two white-clothed men turned pale. One of them, a middle-aged man with a mole on his lips, argued angrily, "Your disciple killed so many of our people, and we didn't ask our experts to kill your disciple for revenge, did we? Others can die, but why can't your disciple die? What kind of bullsh * t logic is that? "
"That's right. Weapons have no eyes, and life and death are decreed by fate. If you insist on breaking the agreement, don't blame me for informing our experts to kill you."
The other slightly younger white-clothed man shouted with a deep voice.
A hint of coldness flashed through Amitabha's eyes. Although he was not in the right in this matter, since when did he, Amitabha, ever talk about reason? A sinister smile appeared on his face, "Alright, then let's see whether you have more experts, or our side has more experts."
Before he finished his sentence, Amitabha suddenly launched a sneak attack. Although he said it nicely, he was afraid that the enemy's experts would really target him and hunt him down. It was better to strike first. As long as he killed any one of them with a sneak attack, the enemy would only have one pericelestial expert left. He was confident that he would not even be able to send out the signal for help.
After all, he was a peak pericelestial expert, and these two pericelestials in white were only at the early stage of pericelestial. The signal for help was in their hands. As long as he killed them, and then killed everyone else, who would know that he, Amitabha, did it?
It should be known that the battlefield was vast and boundless. Just the area divided by the battle would be calculated in units of tens of thousands. It was normal for low-level warriors to be completely annihilated in the battle area. As long as there was no evidence, no one could do anything to him.
Ding Ning was dumbfounded. Shouldn't the two sides fight to the death? Why would they care about the difference in strength? Why was the battle here divided into different areas, and there was a protection agreement for low-level warriors? This was too damn humane.
If it wasn't for the fact that he saw those super strong warriors abandon their lives and forget about death.
Life and death were forgotten, truly falling like rain. He even began to wonder if this battle was a game between the two sides, with the main purpose of training their troops.
Although he was dumbfounded, he still maintained his vigilance and paid close attention to Amitabha. After all, this bald bastard's face was full of fat, and he looked arrogant and domineering. He was definitely not someone who would follow the rules.
As expected, this bald bastard was not only arrogant and domineering, he was also very shameless. He actually used the despicable method of a sneak attack.
Although he was not familiar with the two pericelestials in white, they were on the same side as Li, and they even stood up for him. He would never let anything happen to them.
Moreover, even he himself did not know how much his strength had increased. Amitabha, who was at the peak of pericelestial, was currently his best touchstone.
The middle-aged man in white did not expect Amitabha to be so despicable. He suddenly launched a sneak attack while they were still negotiating. His face changed dramatically, and he cursed, "Despicable." He instantly released the power of his cultivation and stepped in front of the young pericelestial expert who had not reacted yet.
But his eyes were full of grief and despair. He was only at the middle stage of pericelestial, and there was a huge gap between his strength and Amitabha's. Not to mention fighting in a hurry, even if he was fully prepared, he might not be able to block a full blow from Amitabha. It could be said that he was ready to sacrifice himself by standing in front of his junior brother.
Seeing this, Ding Ning admired the character of the man in white even more, and he moved instantly without hesitation.
Grafting on wood.
Amitabha heavily pressed his palm on the enemy's chest, and without looking at him, he attacked the younger man in white with a hideous smile.
"You want to leave after hitting me? Don't you think it's too wishful thinking?"
A faint voice suddenly sounded, and Amitabha was startled.
Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw that the white clothed middle aged man who should have died under his palm was actually standing five or six meters away from him, completely unharmed. The white clothed middle aged man was currently looking behind him with a puzzled expression.
This made his soul almost leave his body. His spine was numb, and a chill went straight to the top of his head. Although he had not figured out what was going on, he knew that there must be something wrong if something was out of the ordinary. The strong threat of death made him burst out a thick bloody aura without hesitation. A bloody Buddha descended from the sky and turned into a bloody armor to protect his body.
At the same time, he did not stop at all. He waved his hand and turned into a bloody giant claw, grabbing at the head of the dumbfounded young man in white.
Although he was arrogant, domineering, and vengeful, he was actually the best at judging the situation. When he saw the situation was not good, he would run away, or else he would not have lived until now.
Therefore, he was very clear that the person who could take his palm and be unscathed was definitely not someone he could match. This Bloody Claw was a magical power that he had mastered, and even an enemy at the peak of Pericelestial would not dare to ignore it. At this moment, he did not hope to hurt anyone, but only hoped to force the young man in white to retreat and give him a way to escape.
Although the young man in white was a strong man at the early stage of Pericelestial, he had obviously just advanced to this level not long ago. Whether it was combat experience or on-the-spot reaction, he was half a beat slower than a strong man at the same level.
In addition, there were so many changes that happened in a flash that it was too much for his eyes to take in. He was still in a state of disbelief and shock until now. Only when the Baleful Blood Claw was about to hit his head did he finally wake up. Under the drastic change in his expression, his first reaction was not to escape, but to cover his head with his arms in horror.
"Junior Brother …"
The middle-aged man in white finally came to his senses, and let out an inexplicable cry of grief and indignation. Just when he was about to rush to help, he felt his vision blurred, and the scene that happened to him before happened again. The position of his junior brother suddenly changed with the young man who saved him before, which made his cry of grief stop abruptly.
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