The Thunderblast Pearl was so powerful that it could even kill a peak Minor Saint.
Jiang Ping thought that Zi Yu Yue was a lamb waiting to be punished, but he had forgotten that she was the saintess of the Purple Firmament Palace. How could her life-saving means be ordinary?
The Thunderblast Pearl exploded in an instant. Even with the protection of the saint armor, Jiang Ping was still badly injured. Without thinking, he quickly retreated. He knew that Zi Yu Yue wouldn't let him go so easily.
Indeed, Zi Yu Yue didn't plan to let him go. When he was fighting with Yang Wu just now, she already wanted to attack. Now that Jiang Ping had come personally, she had a very good reason to attack.
Thundertongue Lightning Sword!
She spat out an astonishing lightning sword, which pierced towards Jiang Ping's forehead in the blink of an eye. Jiang Ping's hair stood on end as he frantically retreated. The lightning sword pursued him relentlessly, and a trace of blood appeared on his forehead. If it had pierced forward another inch, he would have died without a doubt.
However, he had absolute confidence in his speed.
Innate Skill – Teleportation.
Jiang Ping's figure shifted in an instant, barely dodging Zi Yu Yue's fatal attack.
"Yu Yue, protect yourself well. He's mine." Yang Wu rushed over like a dragon. His overbearing fist struck down from the sky. This was a sure-kill attack. It wasn't inferior to any half-step Saint.
Jiang Ping didn't dare to take it head-on. He activated his Teleportation Innate Skill once again. His figure shifted again, dodging Yang Wu's attack.
Yang Wu chased after him relentlessly, one punch after another. The Zhen Wu Prison was formed in this world. Fist auras were everywhere, bombarding unceasingly. Strange phenomena appeared in the world, and the might of his punch soared to the heavens.
Jiang Ping had nowhere to run. He could only brace himself. Anyway, he was wearing the saint armor. He wasn't afraid of being hit.
Three Clear Saint Technique!
Jiang Ping used his trump card. Suddenly, three silhouettes appeared. The three silhouettes simultaneously blocked Yang Wu's attack with astonishing strength.
* Hong Long Hong Long! *
Wave after wave of sounds of battle resounded incessantly. The commotion caused by this battle was comparable to a battle between Half-step Saints.
Although the Three Clear Sacred Arts were extraordinary, Yang Wu's combat prowess was even better. His true boxing had an invincible spirit, and he could often become stronger when facing a strong opponent. The three Jiang Pings were all hit by Yang Wu. One was hit in the head, one was kicked in the crotch, and one was elbowed in the stomach. The Three Clear Qi fused together again, and Yang Wu was injured and vomited blood.
If he wasn't wearing the Saint Armor, Yang Wu's attack would have been enough to kill him.
"Perverted bastard!" Jiang Ping was scared. He didn't hesitate to flee.
Just as Yang Wu was giving chase, a mighty voice rang out, "Enough, the battle between you two brothers ends here."
Yang Wu and Jiang Ping were completely stunned.
A figure quietly appeared between heaven and earth. It was Yang Wu's cheap master, Hao Ren.
"We are from the same sect?" Yang Wu and Jiang Ping glanced at Hao Ren, then pointed at each other and exclaimed.
"Strictly speaking, you are all disciples in the Heavenly Palace in name. It's not an exaggeration to call you brothers," Hao Ren replied.
"Master, this perverted bastard is worthy of being my brother? It's good enough that I didn't kill him, "Yang Wu said with an indignant expression.
Yang Wu didn't have a good impression of Jiang Ping. For a man who dared to have ideas about his woman, even the best of brothers would turn against each other.
Although some people said, "Women are like clothes, brothers are like hands and feet," the women here were just prostitutes in brothels or women who weren't liked by men. If they liked women, which man would allow them to be bullied?
"Hehe, I think we are very fated. We met once in the broken space, once in War God City, and once again in the ruins of the Heavenly Palace. From now on, I will recognize you as my brother," Jiang Ping said with a wretched expression. Jiang Ping said with a wretched expression. His eyes were constantly glancing at Zi Yu Yue. He did not even put Hao Ren in his eyes.
Yang Wu was furious. He couldn't wait to release the Dao of Death and kill Jiang Ping.
"You two don't need to quarrel. Being able to reach this place proves that you are fated with the Heavenly Palace. After passing the test just now, Yang Wu's skill is better, so he is qualified to become this old man's disciple. Jiang Ping, you have inherited the inheritance of the 'Three Pure Ones', so you can be considered a disciple of the Heavenly Palace. Since your combat strength is inferior to Yang Wu's, you will be the junior brother and assist your senior brother so that the Heavenly Palace can regain its glory as soon as possible," Hao Ren said decisively.
"I don't recognize this sect anymore." Yang Wu responded bluntly. Then he walked towards Zi Yu Yue, wanting to take her away.
"Humph, that's not up to you. You two will enter the 'Battle Tomb' and temper yourselves for 49 days. Whoever comes out alive will be considered an official disciple of the Heavenly Palace." Hao Ren coldly said. With a wave of his sleeve, Yang Wu and Jiang Ping both fell towards the same place.
Their combat strength wasn't bad, but in front of Hao Ren, they were nothing.
When they came back to their senses, they had already arrived at a desolate place. There were piles of bones here, and the yin qi was extremely heavy. It was like a mass grave.
In the next moment, the skeletons here began to move. One after another, the skeletons turned into puppets and charged towards Yang Wu and Jiang Ping.
In addition, there were also mournful cries. One after another, malicious spirits rushed towards them with bared fangs and claws.
Yang Wu and Jiang Ping's expressions changed greatly. They didn't expect this place to be so dangerous. Before they were mentally prepared, they were attacked. They were so frightened that they hurriedly faced the attack.
"Get out of my way." Yang Wu shouted and waved his fist. A dragon-like fist energy surged out and crushed the skeletons.
Bang bang!
The tyrannical power wreaked havoc. One after another, the skeletons were smashed into powder.
On the other side, Jiang Ping was also impressive. He stirred up a storm and turned many skeletons into powder.
However, the most dangerous thing was still the attack of the malicious spirits. They carried a vicious aura as they charged towards their Heavenly Palace.
Once the soul was injured by these malicious spirits, it would be more serious than physical injuries.
Fortunately, Yang Wu's soul was impressive. He unleashed the power of his Battle Soul and continuously attacked, dispersing all the remnant souls.
Jiang Ping's soul strength wasn't weak either. He wasn't able to destroy the remnant souls like Yang Wu, but a headband appeared between his eyebrows at an unknown time. It blocked the attacks of the malicious spirits, causing them to return without any effect. The storm he released blew them into pieces.
"Really weak," Jiang Ping said disdainfully.
Just as he finished speaking, a new set of skeletons appeared. Their bones were obviously harder than the previous ones, and their movements were more agile. Their offensive power was abnormally strong, not inferior to any Minor Saint expert.
Jiang Ping's expression changed drastically. He saw these skeletons continuously crawling up. The number of skeletons was so dense that it made one's scalp tingle.
"Of the thirty-six stratagems, the best strategy is to flee." Jiang Ping was definitely fleeing. He wanted to survive here for 49 days. He couldn't exhaust a lot of his battle strength right from the start. Otherwise, he would die without a burial ground later.
Yang Wu sensed that Jiang Ping had escaped, but he didn't move. During the ten years of recuperation in the God of War Pagoda, the young Martial Gods were all his sparring partners. Every time, he would fight with them until his Xuan Qi was exhausted and his body was covered in wounds.
He wanted to force out the limits of his martial arts power. The best way was to use battle to nurture battle.
On the way to the Sky Domain Mountain Range, he had soaked in the Dragon Marrow Liquid and improved his physique again. However, he hadn't forced out his potential limits yet. This time, being thrown here might help him improve further.
"Let's just treat it as returning to the God of War Pagoda." Yang Wu muttered to himself. He activated his senses to the maximum and clearly sensed the trajectory of the skeletons attacking him. He began to use them to practice his martial arts.
Bang! Bang!
Yang Wu didn't use his Xuan Qi anymore. He used his bare hands to attack these skeletons. Every strike landed on the weakest part of the skeletons, shattering them into pieces.
These skeletons were probably controlled by the array formation to attack them. They had been here for countless years. Every skeleton had more or less weak parts. Once hit, the skeleton would shatter.
The more Yang Wu fought, the faster he became. One skeleton after another was swept away by his pure strength. The threat was not as high as he had imagined. The only troublesome thing was that there were too many skeletons here. How could it be so easy to completely destroy them?
Yang Wu took out his combat weapon and attacked from left and right, destroying even more skeletons.
The deeper Yang Wu went, the stronger the skeletons and broken souls became. This place was called 'Battle Tomb' by his master. It definitely wasn't simple.
There were a lot of skeletons and broken souls. Yang Wu simply stopped attacking. He activated the Black Tortoise Battle Armour and rammed into the skeletons. He was like a Black Tortoise, breaking through the waves. The attacks from the skeletons couldn't break through the Black Tortoise Battle Armour. Those broken souls couldn't hurt his Battle Soul either. This kind of pressure wasn't too big for him. He could force his way through.
The skeletons were piled up like a mountain. As he went on, the skeletons of peak Minor Saints appeared. They were incomparably hard. Every attack was like a small saint weapon. The power was much stronger than the skeletons at the beginning.
These attacks were still unable to break through Yang Wu's Black Tortoise Armor. Furthermore, the ferocious spirits that were charging at him were clearly much more ferocious. The Battle Soul had no choice but to focus and chase them away.
At this time, Yang Wu stopped and murmured, "These skeletons aren't strong. They have the advantage in numbers. Fighting with them won't challenge my limit. It's better to use this opportunity to train my defense."
Thus, Yang Wu sat down cross-legged. The Black Tortoise Battle Armour circulated around his body, blocking the attacks from harming him.
The Black Tortoise was known as the Spirit Beast with the strongest defense. Its Black Tortoise Armor had the ability to deflect force. It could deflect more than half of the force from many attacks, and the remaining force would not be able to break through the toughest armor.
* Clang Clang Clang Clang *
The bone blades of the skeletons kept hitting on the battle armour, producing crisp sounds. They couldn't break through the defence.
Yang Wu activated the Black Tortoise Battle Armour to consume his energy. There were countless skeletons. They took turns to attack him. Under the waves of bone blades, cracks appeared on the Black Tortoise Battle Armour.
Yang Wu thought, "Even the strongest battle armour can't withstand repeated attacks. I have to change my passive defence to active defence. Perhaps this is the strongest defence."
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