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In the vast night, the breath spreads.

The black light ball slowly converges, converging bit by bit, causing the surrounding space to shrink rapidly, giving people the illusion of clums.

In this space contraction, I was pulled so that I couldn't help but move forward several steps.

Song Wushen's face was pale and his expression was extremely complicated and smiled bitterly: "Why is it now, why is it now!"

Without words, he can describe how complicated his mood is at this moment.

He waited for the day of escape, waiting for four thousand years.

Before assassinating the ancient martial arts god, the ancient martial arts god unknowingly tampered with the "Cliff of the World". He was lucky and only used the "Cliff of the World" after hundreds of years. He was conspired and imprisoned here.

It was also due to accidents that the passage of life was delayed. Until I discovered that by inputting true essence and essence, I could escape from difficulties bit by bit. True essence means cultivation, and essence means vitality.

It is precisely because of this that his power has been degraded. It is also because of this that the war spirit in his body has long been ruined.

He couldn't afford it, so he had to rely on the foreign Emperor Wu. If he came, he would absorb it directly. If he was Emperor Wu, he would cultivate it quickly to become Emperor Wu by "The Cliff of the World", and then absorb it again.

He made too much effort to this and cultivated ten generations of human emperors one after another. But how many people can come to the wild five continents? Naturally, there are very few, which are far from enough to escape.

Until more than a thousand years ago, he thought of a new way to help a person establish a huge force and indirectly grasp this secular force. He then led Emperor Wuzong and his followers to come through coercion and inducement.

The ancestors of the Dalu royal family appeared in front of Song Wushen at this moment.

With him as his backing, he had the "Cliff of the World" to cultivate Emperor Wu. Dalu naturally embarked on the road to becoming the most powerful country in the nine continents.

Just like the discovery of the four generations of Wu emperors, including Di Mian, since the founding of the country, several rumors about the treasures of the gods have brought countless Wuzong Wu emperors to the barbaric five continents since the founding of the country.

Over the past thousand years, Emperor Wuzong, who came to the five continents of the wilderness, has been much more than the last three thousand years. With a large amount of the true essence of Emperor Wu, he gradually fed the black light ball.

The Song Wushen saw the thrill of escape for the first time in a thousand years.

With Ji Qianbai and others coming, Song Wushen was ecstatic. With Ji Qianbai's essence of the top ten martial emperors, he was enough to escape. Now, relying on the essence and true energy of Di Mian and others, he is really getting out of trouble.

But……

Song Wushen was in a daze, with a resentful look, staring at Wang Ce tightly.

Wang Ce's three swords caused his body to be severely damaged, and the center of the sword... Jianfeng's neck. Even if he is a martial god, he will definitely die.

If you continue to be imprisoned, you can live forever. Once you get out of trouble, you will first fall into the embarrassment of being on the verge of death.

The black light ball slowly converged, shrinking the space, squeezed out bit by bit, and liberated from the state of imprisonment.

It is life and death, and he cannot be allowed to do so.

The mysterious black light ball is converging one by one.

From the size of broad beans, it becomes smaller, like the size of soybeans. Then, it becomes smaller. The space in this area seems to be torn by a mysterious force and gradually shrinking.

Oh my God, this black light is something. Wang Ce grabbed the palm of his sweat-resisted palm, full of confusion, and suddenly looked back: "Master, where are the Xiao Wu Emperor and the Killing Emperor?"

Ji Qianbai was solemn: "I asked them to escape first!" His face narrowed, and he remembered something, and looked at his apprentice: "Why are you still here? Why are you still here? Why don't you leave quickly! Just leave this place to us."

Wang Ce pursed his lips, shook his head seriously, and refused to leave. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt something. When he looked back, he saw that Emperor Xiao Wu and Emperor Killing were rushing towards this side as fast as lightning. What was the way he was going to leave.

He is as proud as the Little Wu Emperor, and his fighting spirit is as strong as the killing emperor. How could he give up the opportunity to fight with the God of Martial Arts? He went straight to the scene for half a circle and returned.

Ji Qianfai, Sword Saint, Thorns, Killing Emperor and Xiao Wu Emperor. Wang Ce looked around and found that five of the top ten martial emperors were gone.

Song Wushen sat cross-legged, and the stone under his butt looked like an upside down narrowing mountain.

The black light spots were shrinking, leaving only a trace of small light spots, which were almost impossible to see with the naked eye.

Suddenly, a wave of black ripples rippled for ten miles again. A wave of ink-black color quickly converged. After a dazzling black light flashed, the black light ball disappeared.

The stone under Song Wushen's butt fell to the ground with a snap.

Song Wushen gave people the feeling that he was suddenly forced out and thrown out by a certain force.

Puff puff puff, three consecutive winds sounded at the same time.

Song Wushen's body, three wounds stabbed by Wang Ce, came to the atmosphere from an airless environment and crazily ejected three blood: "Ah!"

It’s so good that I really feel the existence of my body. Song Wushen finally felt his body, but he soon felt a heart-wrenching and heart-wrenching pain.

The heart was almost twisted by the Emperor Shui Sword, and the vital part of the neck was penetrated by the Emperor Shui Sword. Any one of them, if it was on anyone, was the most fatal injury. Even if he was a martial god, he was on the verge of death at the moment of escape.

Song Wushen's originally pale face suddenly appeared on the door, and the color of the gray door was g, and he exuded hysterical despair and tyranny: "Wang Ce, you all want to be buried with me!"

In a blink of an eye, three gusts of blood slowly stopped.

His neck and heart were covered in blood. He moved his body slowly as if nothing had happened, stood up, and looked at everyone coldly: "You all are going to die!"

Wang Ce and others' expressions were immediately shrouded in fear. This level of injury did not make him die immediately!

Song Wushen was like a peerless demon god. His breath suddenly swayed, and a violent storm broke out in the sky. He took a step forward and punched the mountain and rivers.

Slap sex!

The heart-like explosion continued to explode and was almost bombarded through on the spot. Even though Wang Ce had the heart-like appearance, he could not stand on the spot and flew thousands of meters away with a bang.

This is the mind of all the scholars, and even the Supreme Martial Emperor would never be able to do it.

Song Wu's expression changed, and he laughed bitterly and violently. His voice shook the night sky, making him even more sad: "My power has actually declined to this point!"

Ji Qianbai and others were shocked to retreat three steps in a row. Ji Qianbai and the Sword Saint could not do this punch. However, this was actually a punch after the power of Song Wushen was greatly reduced!

How terrible it would be if it was the time when the God of Martial Arts was at its peak!

Song Wushen's eyes were sharp, and his breath was condensed in an instant. He raised his hand and saw a violent gray light... and bombarded Wang Ce like a cannonball and left!

Wang Ce was first punched into the hill in the distance. Just as he was about to come out, he saw this extremely fierce move coming. The rumbled chicken liu, and the entire hill was made into sputtered soil.

"Is this the power of the martial god?"

Emperor Xiaowu and Emperor Killing Liuli shouted furiously and used their own unique skills. Ji Qianbai and the Sword Saint each used their own unique skills, and the thorns turned into nothingness.

All the five martial emperors took action!

Song Wushen’s cold eyes brewed with an oppressive aura: “You will never know how powerful the martial god is!”

It was like slapping a fly, and with a casual slap, the overwhelming power surged, like the most violent tide of anger in the sea. On the spot, the Xiaowu Emperor and the Killing Emperor were blown into blood, and they penetrated several hills and flew out thousands of meters in succession.

Ji Qianbai's white spear and the sword of the sword saint. The two supreme martial emperors appeared at the same time, and almost madly pierced into Song Wushen's protective energy. They were about to stab his body, but they said in horror...

Song Wushen's two fists hit the tip of the spear and the sword!

Ji Qianbai and the Sword Saint were shocked, so uncomfortable that they were almost vomiting blood. They flew out dozens of meters before they stood firm with a muffled groan.

In the end, the thorns were about to attack behind them like ghosts. Song Wushen just slapped it with a little care. The thorns spewed out a mouthful of blood, and it was as if they were hit by a pile driver on the spot and were trapped in the soil for a hundred meters below the soil.

In a blink of an eye, all five martial artists were defeated in disastrously.

Song Wushen screamed shrillly, looking at his hands with remembrance and sadness: "When I was in great prosperity, killing you will be easy. If I hadn't been imprisoned for thousands of years and my power deteriorated, if I hadn't been absorbed by the black light, I would have killed you in every move."

"Hahaha! Fighting with me? You are not worthy."

The pride of the God of Martial God and the unyielding rebellion spread across this radius of hundreds of miles, like the ubiquitous air: "You think the name of the God of Martial God is something you can blaspheme?"

Song Wu's aura dominated the world, and he was arrogant. He waved his hand freely. The endless energy burst out in an instant.

The whole earth was like a carpet, causing a violent sensation. To the east of it was also the direction where Wang Ce was located. The whole earth was like a carpet, which was lifted ten feet away, turning layer by layer into the most violent waves.

The ground was shaking and boiling. Countless flowers, plants, trees, and countless mountains were all blown away from the ground by this punch.

Wang Ce's heart was under the fiercest attack, and each stroke was like a cannonball, and his heart could not resist fluctuations. Finally, in the rumbling shock, Wang Ce looked at the countless flying mountains falling down.

Boom boom boom! Countless mountains and stones buried Wang Ce, and a mountain with a height of thousands of meters was formed out of thin air.

Wang Ce's body and mind were boiling, and he spewed out a few mouthfuls of blood. He roared and exploded his power, breaking out from the inclined surface, and the heart of the Yellow River was directly knocked to collapse by this terrifying move.

After Song Wushen made a move, he held the stone beside him and turned around dizzyly.

Ji Qianbai and the Sword Saint looked at each other, and the two shouted wildly: "War Spirits Combined!"

"Splitting the ground!"

"Shake the stars!"

Suddenly, light filled Ji Qianbai's terrifying move actually blasted the place where Song Wushen was located into a deep and long canyon.

The Sword Saint "shakes the stars" with a move, and suddenly saw the sword lights in the sky turned into endless meteorites and raging wildly.

Song Wushen's three-color protective energy struggled for a while, and finally it was penetrated. The infinite true energy swept across his body, sweeping out wounds.

He retching for several times, but he couldn't even vomit blood. The wounds left by Wang Ce were fatal. He could temporarily slow down the passage of life force by relying on the power of the God of Martial Arts, but he could not keep doing it.

The passing of vitality made Song Wushen fall into a trance, as if he was strangled to his throat and breathing in big mouthfuls.

At this time, Wang Ceteng moved over and said, "Holding up the lights while drunk, look at the sword!"

The purple sword's heart suddenly turned into light and killed it!
Chapter completed!