"How is this possible!?" The Ghost Thearch's face was filled with unprecedented shock.
The Heavenly Dao Palace's Mountain Protection Array had gathered the power of earthquakes, geothermal heat, sunlight, and wind and rain. It represented the power of nature.
Now, it had actually been broken by a single person.
"Who is this person!?"
"You still haven't reacted?" Ying Yingzi smiled bitterly and said, "It's Zuo Zhicheng."
"The Sovereign of the Southern Sacred Sect … Zuo Zhicheng."
At the same time, the few people present struggled to stand up. As the few people who could survive the aftermath of the fuel-air bomb, they were obviously the strongest among the evil sects.
However, it was also because of this that they understood how terrifying Zuo Zhicheng was.
However, since the Heavenly Dao Palace's Mountain Protection Array had been broken, this seemed to have become an opportunity.
After all, if Zuo Zhicheng went up the Heavenly Dao Palace's Mountain Protection Array, how would the Heavenly Dao Palace have the time to care about them?
Moreover, they had lost so many elites this time. It could be said that they had suffered heavy casualties. How could they not get some compensation?
Just as the few of them were thinking incessantly, the Ghost Thearch frowned. A trace of confusion flashed across his confused face. He lowered his head and said, "What kind of fist technique is this? Dao technique or martial arts? Why is it able to produce such an effect? "
This was not only the Ghost Thearch's question, but also the question of everyone present. They knew that Zuo Zhicheng was very strong. They knew that this Sovereign of the Southern Sacred Sect was stronger than them. However, why was he so much stronger? Why was there such a huge difference?
Just as the Ghost Thearch said this, Ying Yingzi and the others revealed strange expressions. Just as they were thinking about what to do, a faint voice drifted over.
"This fist technique is called the Cloud Explosion Fist."
The destructive power of the fuel-air bomb was naturally called the Cloud Explosion Fist.
At the same time, this also meant that Zuo Zhicheng did not go up the mountain immediately. Zuo Zhicheng was still looking at them and listening to them.
Therefore, when everyone heard this, their expressions turned abnormally ugly. It was as if they had seen a demon from the abyss.
"I'll kill whoever goes up the mountain."
Ying Yingzi's expression was extremely gloomy. Her chest rose and fell, but she could not say a single word.
Zuo Zhicheng did not attack. He did not release his aura, nor did he attack mentally.
However, just those words and the tall figure in the flames made them unable to take another step forward. Even if their eyes were filled with anger and hatred.
"Is he stupid? You want us to give up on what we've been preparing for so long with just one sentence? Sacrificing all our disciples for nothing? "
The Ghost Emperor only felt that his chest was incomparably hot, but he had to admit that the other party's words alone were enough to shock them.
Perhaps this was the source of the endless fury in his chest.
"Forget it."
"Just die."
At the next moment, a dazed look flashed past the Ghost Thearch and the others' heads. The black figure swept past their bodies like a hurricane, and the storm blew the ashes from the fuel-air bombs all over the sky. The Divine Light Sword slashed past their bodies at an undetectable speed.
It was too fast! It was too fast!
There was a limit to the human retina. When an object's moving speed exceeded a certain level, it would no longer be able to be seen.
Therefore, the Ghost Emperor and the others were unable to see Zuo Zhicheng. They could only sense with their psionic vision. They felt endless light and heat spreading over, and then the entire space seemed to be filled with white light. They had completely lost their consciousness.
That was the slash of the Divine Light Sword. Now, the Divine Light Sword in Zuo Zhicheng's hand had reached a higher level. The bright light was like a flare, and it seemed that even the sun in the sky paled in comparison.
Under the slashes that were many times faster than the speed of sound, it was as if a bright moon had appeared. Wherever the bright moon passed by, regardless of whether it was the air, ashes, blood, flesh, bones, or even the defense of the rock layers, the steel armor, or the air shield formed from Dao arts, everything in the path of the divine light sword was vaporized, burned, and slashed into two.
Ying Yingzi was the only one who split into 12 black figures and fled in 12 different directions. He did not even dare to look at the corpses on the ground. There was only endless regret and horror on his face.
However, he had just run for over ten meters when a terrifying shriek entered his ears.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang! Every shadow was more than ten meters away from each other, but they were all smashed into pieces at the same time by a huge force.
Only the last two shadows were left, and they ran a hundred meters away.
Zuo Zhicheng took a step forward and appeared more than a hundred meters away as if he had teleported. He punched the shadow and watched it shatter into pieces.
Then, he looked at the last shadow, or rather, the real body of Ying Yingzi, which was more than two hundred meters away from him.
However, whether it was ten meters, a hundred meters, or two hundred meters, it did not make a difference to him now.
As he took a step forward, the air seemed to have been pulled by a powerful force into a vacuum corridor. Ying Yingzi felt his neck tighten, and then he completely lost consciousness. It was only then that the shriek in the air reached his location.
Zuo Zhicheng casually threw away the corpse in his hands, shook his head, and rubbed his temples with his fingers.
'I was still affected. '
Yes, according to Zuo Zhicheng's original personality, he would not waste so much time talking, and he would not act like a cat playing with a mouse. However, the Six Desires Demonic Octopus was stronger than he had imagined. The second shadow's personality and memories had affected his personality, causing him to make different choices.
He felt that he seemed to have become more bloodthirsty and violent than before.
Zuo Zhicheng shook his head, as if he wanted to shake off the subtle changes in his personality. Then, he walked step by step up Mount Hug Mountain. The way he walked was no different from an ordinary person, but each step he took always covered a distance of dozens or even hundreds of meters.
As he walked, the skin and bones all over his body kept twitching and protruding. Huge wings and horns grew out of his body.
In just over ten steps, he had already reached a platform halfway up the mountain. He had completely transformed into Illidan, and he would use the second shadow to fight in the next battle.
In order to eliminate the influence of the shadow on his personality as soon as possible, he had to hurry up.
Especially during this period of time, the second shadow's combat power had been constantly consumed by him. He could feel that the time to devour the shadow was getting closer and closer.
When he reached the platform, he stopped because a man was standing there, looking at him with indifferent eyes.
Jing Chengtian said calmly, "Are you from the Southern Sacred Gate?"
"The grudge between me and Zuo Zhicheng will naturally be borne by me alone. It has nothing to do with the Heavenly Law Palace."
As he spoke, he coughed, and his fingers began to become hazy. It was the finger that had activated the Heavenly Vibration of Dao, and it was slowly approaching his heart.
"You can take my life, but please return peace to the Heavenly Law Palace."
"After all, the grudge between me and Zuo Zhicheng is only personal. The Heavenly Law Palace has not done anything to hurt him."
Illidan replied, "Well said, but it's meaningless."
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