It was as if the Holy Son of Hell had destroyed his own foundation. Green flames lit up around him, forming a gate of reincarnation that opened in front of the Holy Son of Hell.
Just as everyone was thinking this, there was a rumbling sound. The door made of green flames really opened. As it opened, countless green will-o '-the-wisps rushed out. It was as if the gates of hell had opened, and countless evil spirits rushed out.
The power of the Holy Son of Hell's move was like the gates of hell opened by the King of Hell. It was extremely profound and mysterious.
Just as Zuo Zhicheng was about to dodge the fire rain falling from the sky, he found that there was no way to avoid it. This was because the range of the will-o '-the-wisps was so large and dense that there was almost no place on the mountain peak that could be spared.
Zuo Zhicheng waved his hand to sweep away the will-o '-the-wisps, but found that these green flames were like shadows that could not be touched at all. They were like ghosts with consciousness, wandering around and disappearing into the ground, snowflakes, stones, and other substances. They even disappeared into the bodies of Zuo Zhicheng, Zhao Xingzhou, and the others.
And then … everything came to life.
Flying snow, stones, rocks, sand, and everything on the mountain peak seemed to come to life at this moment. They shook, floated, and flew. All kinds of faint screams and wails could even be heard.
Endless reincarnation. This move was derived from the core idea of the Gate of Hell. Everything in the world had reincarnation. After death, people would be reincarnated. Every blade of grass and tree had the concept of life. With boundless power, it simulated the opening of the gates of hell and thousands of ghosts coming out and possessing everything.
And with the self-destruction of the Sword of Underworld God and the martial arts Practicing Body, the power of this move reached an unprecedented level.
The Holy Son of Hell sat cross-legged in mid-air, his hands forming a gloomy and majestic handprint. He pointed at Zuo Zhicheng and said, "Thousands of ghosts enter the world. Listen to my command. Kill!"
With a boom, the whole mountain peak suddenly boiled, as if a bowl of cold water had been poured into a hot oil pan. It seemed that everything in the world was attacking Zuo Zhicheng. At this moment, Zuo Zhicheng felt as if he was the enemy of the entire world.
The white snow came over, wanting to completely envelop his body. However, Zuo Zhicheng opened his mouth and roared, dissipating it.
The stone shards were like bullets, shooting towards Zuo Zhicheng's chest, stomach, back, and other parts of his body. Zuo Zhicheng's hands were like thousands of palm shadows, slapping away the stone shards one by one.
However, there were simply too many of them. Moreover, they were all attacking from all directions. Even if Zuo Zhicheng kept breaking through left and right, dodging and waving his palms, there were still small wounds on his body.
With a bang, a huge rock with a height of five meters and a length of eight meters suddenly surged up and blasted towards Zuo Zhicheng. It was like a truck crashing over.
Ha!
Zuo Zhicheng activated his Devil's Golden Body and temporarily shook off the debris around him. Then, he stomped his feet on the ground and used the Earth Roar Annihilation Palm, which carried the weight of the earth, to attack the rock.
With a bang, the rock was split open by Zuo Zhicheng. More snowflakes, rocks, and sand rolled over. This was almost a million tons of material, and all of it was pressed toward Zuo Zhicheng. Even if he was made of iron, he could not withstand it.
Therefore, he did not intend to take it head-on. Instead, he looked at the Devil's Holy Son, who was sitting cross-legged in the sky and making hand seals. He squatted down and shook off the stone shards that shot up from the ground. However, just as he was about to jump towards the Devil's Holy Son, three people appeared in front of him.
Zhao Xingzhou, Ye Junxi, and Wei Yangyan's eyes emitted a shocking murderous intent as they attacked Zuo Zhicheng.
Obviously, under the control of the Infinite Samsara, their bodies had been forcibly taken over. It turned out that they had consumed too much energy in the previous battle and were injured. Under the shock of their minds, they were not as mentally stable as Zuo Zhicheng and himself. Therefore, their bodies were controlled by the Infinite Samsara.
Seeing this, Zuo Zhicheng suddenly understood that the Devil's Holy Son's method of controlling the ancient beasts was probably the Infinite Samsara. And the reason why he was capturing ancient beasts was probably not for the army of ancient beasts, but to experiment with the Infinite Samsara.
After all, he was a martial arts fanatic who put martial arts before everything else.
Zhao Xingzhou rode the Heavenly Demon Qilin Horse. Although he did not have the Silver Reaper in his hand, his fists still carried a domineering will that could suppress the world. He stabbed towards Zuo Zhicheng like a long spear.
Ye Junxi and Wei Yangyan also attacked like lightning. They each displayed their best martial arts and blasted towards Zuo Zhicheng.
Facing the siege of three Human Appearance experts, facing the imminent danger from all sides and the frenzied tide that could drown him at any time.
In Zuo Zhicheng's eyes, there was still an extremely calm look.
The Earth Roar, Devastating Palm, and the Fall of the Heavenly River were activated at the same time. His body's endurance was instantly pushed to the limit. The power of the earth, the impact of the blood flow, and the violent contraction of Zuo Zhicheng's body.
This ferocious power was so oppressive that his bones creaked, as if they would break in the next moment. His eyes instantly turned pure green. That was because countless capillaries could not withstand the pressure and directly burst.
"Get lost!"
With a furious bellow, Zhao Xingzhou swung his fist. It could not even be considered a collision. His fist merely brushed past Zuo Zhicheng's fist, but Zhao Xingzhou's five fingers were completely deformed. It was as if they had been crushed by a tank. When the shock force from Zuo Zhicheng's fist struck his chest, he could not help but be sent flying back.
In the face of this scene, even though he was under control, the pride in his heart still flared up. His face was flushed red, and his other fist was like a cold arrow, sneakily striking below his body.
However, before he could roar, Zuo Zhicheng directly slapped him in the face, sending his body spinning and flying.
His face suddenly turned blood-red, as if his self-esteem had been stabbed by a needle. However, Zuo Zhicheng did not care so much. He raised his foot again and kicked the Heavenly Demon Qilin Horse, which weighed hundreds of kilograms, into the sky like a rubber ball.
Then, Wei Yangyan's spear rushed over with endless rust. It was the smell of the high temperature caused by the friction of the air against the tip of the spear. However, in the face of this amazing spear, Zuo Zhicheng did not even turn his head. He skillfully tapped the tip of the spear from top to bottom.
How tight was Wei Yangyan's grip on the spear? Zuo Zhicheng's tap made Wei Yangyan feel as if he had been hit by a meteorite. The web between his thumb and forefinger was almost split open, and he fell to the ground.
At this time, Ye Junxi, who was the slowest among the three, finally pressed his palm on Zuo Zhicheng's back. However, he felt as if his palm had hit a steel plate. He felt a burst of numbness in his Qi and blood, but his opponent was unharmed.
Not only was Zuo Zhicheng unscathed, but he also borrowed the strength of this palm and at the same time, he stomped his feet and jumped out with a bang. In an instant, he appeared behind the Holy Son of Hell.
Endless shock and shame flashed in the eyes of the three people. They never thought that Zuo Zhicheng would be able to defeat them so easily in an instant.
Zuo Zhicheng's explosive power was almost at the level of a Void Refinement expert by using the Earth Roaring Tyrant Palm and the Heavenly River Reversal at the same time. The Holy Son of Hell was still thinking about Zuo Zhicheng kicking the Heavenly Demon Qilin Horse away, but his opponent had already arrived.
With a bang, he felt an earth-shattering force explode on his back. His bones creaked, and he did not know how many vertebrae in his waist and spine were broken in an instant.
He flew all the way to the ground, and before he could react, Zuo Zhicheng reached out with his palm again. Like an eagle catching a chick, Zuo Zhicheng used his thumb and forefinger to pinch the Holy Son of Hell's neck.
At this time, Zuo Zhicheng's eyes were not only pure green, but blood was also flowing out continuously. This kind of explosive power was too fierce. Even for him, it was extremely harmful to his body. Moreover, if he persisted for too long, he might die from a large number of ruptured blood vessels.
There was no fear or despair in the eyes of the Holy Son of Hell, who was caught with one hand. There was only a trace of disappointment. However, his eyes were fixed on Zuo Zhicheng's calm and collected appearance. In the end, he could not help but ask, "You … didn't use your full strength?" It seemed that at this moment, this question was more important than his life.
Zuo Zhicheng said indifferently, "What do you think?" As he spoke, he pinched his fingers slightly. With a crack, the Holy Son of Hell fainted.
The next moment, snowflakes, stones, and sand all over the mountain fell from the sky at the same time. The rumbling sound shook the earth.
The avalanche had begun.
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