Chapter 15 Thousands of People Kill
The night is boundless.
This is a small and inconspicuous island. The size of the island is only less than 50 meters. It is more appropriate to call it a huge reef than a small island.
Mr. Water Mirror, wrapped in the fur of the fire tiger, hid in a concave gap, looking a little bleak.
The coldness of the "endless sea" is as cold as a piercing knife, which makes him tremble. Even if his body is covered with a thick layer of fire tiger skin, it is useless. The cold and wet breath is almost pervasive, making it difficult for him to control himself.
His frozen lips were white, but what made him curious was that Wu Pengwei, who was not far away, was able to meditate and breathe as usual. It seemed that the coldness of the sky had nothing to do with him, and his nose was slow and deep, as if he were meditating in a quiet room.
Wu Pengwei is practicing divine thoughts.
This is the fifth day and night of his meditation.
In the "door of dead thoughts" lingering with blood, it is another scene.
The red sky is filled with cyan clouds, and a huge cyan mountain stands between the clouds. In the "Gate of Death", there are more than 2,000 such mountains.
The mountains are towering, and every cyan mountain is covered with ferocious blood Shura, with fierce faces and sharp claws. At the top of the mountain, the roar of the dragon is constantly coming from afar, which is earth-shaking.
Wu Pengwei got up, looked at the top of the cyan mountain inserted into the clouds, and looked up to the sky and roared.
The roar is like thunder.
At the moment when the sound disappeared, Wu Pengwei's figure flashed at the foot of the mountain like light.
Blood Shura surged like a tide.
Wu Pengwei took a deep breath, and the left and right fists bloomed with completely different lights of soft white and dark. The white was light, the black was deep, and the cannonballs flew up like a cannonball, and directly facing the bloody Shura army that rushed to his face.
The fist fell, and the blood splashed everywhere.
With each punch, there must be a bloody Shura flying out and falling to the ground to die.
Wu Pengwei, who was submerged in the bloody Shura army, was like a god of death in a green robe, invincible.
The white spirit of life turned into a fist as soft as water. Once it touches the body of the blood Shura, it is like the softest spring breeze, full of strong vitality. The strong and tall experience of Shura reaches its peak state in an instant, and then rapidly declines in the next moment, and finally turns into a pile of dust.
The rapid prosperity only brings rapid decay.
The dead left fist is as sharp as a sword, and the light is like thunder. If it touches the body of Shura, even if it is only a trace, it will bloom like fire. In an instant, the black gas engulfs the body and explodes into pieces, permeates the air, and there is no residue left.
The breath of death is like the strongest bomb, which is dead at a touch.
The idea of death is like the sharpest weapon, covering Wu Pengwei's fist and crushing everything.
The number of blood sura is decreasing sharply.
Wu Pengwei went straight forward, and his speed did not stop at all. It was like a retrograde wave, and the bodies were piled up into mountains wherever he passed.
Yamamoto had no way, but he was killed by Wu Pengwei.
While killing the blood Shura, his fighting instinct is becoming more and more pure, and the use of divine thoughts is becoming more and more skillful. Every time he kills a Shura, the thought of death is more refined.
At the top of the mountain, a white dragon is winding, deep sleep.
The huge thunder-like sound is nothing else but the snoring of the dragon.
The snoring sound is like thunder, and the strong white gas is spit out from its nostrils and wrapped into fog. The endless blood Shura is looming in it, and the dense crawling at the feet of the dragon.
There are more than a thousand heads.
Wu Pengwei glanced his eyes slightly and came to a conclusion.
At the foot of the mountain, there are nearly 2,000 blood Shura guarded, and on the top of the mountain, there are a thousand blood Shura gathered.
After the quenching of Longxi, these Shura's body is harder and its strength is more fierce.
Blood Shura found Wu Pengwei and came again.
"Hmm, jump the clown."
Wu Pengwei sneered, and his eyes turned into a silver triangle, and his whole body was full of real energy. In the world of divine thoughts, the thought of life and death turned into the most vast force through his body, and the divine thoughts of life turned into a huge white phoenix flying into the sky. His wings are beckoned and endless. Every fan will bring a burst of surprise. The fierce wind whirlwind, with an endless breath of life, swept through each Shura's body, and instantly turned into powder.
And the divine idea of death turns into an endless black dragon. The black dragon roars up to the sky and runs straight through the Shura group. Wherever it passes, the black fog is diffused, and everything is nothing.
More than a thousand blood Shura were killed in an instant.
At this time, the dragon on the top of the mountain opened its eyes the size of a house, ferocious and bloody.
But at this moment, Wu Pengwei roared and ran fast under his feet, and then shot high like an arrow, flying in the sky, and opening his arms.
The black dragon turned into a dead spirit.
A white phoenix turned into an angry mind.
As if he heard the call, he turned into a halo and gathered in Wu Pengwei's hand, with a black giant sword in his left hand and a narrow machete in his right hand.
The swords are crossed, and the black and white light is intertwined and blooms, straight through the top of the dragon's head.
The light is cracked, and the dragon roars.
The white dragon was killed in an instant, turning into countless fragments of divine thoughts, and the cyan mountains also collapsed and shattered.
Wu Pengwei fell straight to the ground, with one point in his hands. Countless fragments of divine thoughts turned into the white dragon poured into his palm one after another. He raised his head, and the eyes in his eyes were deeper, which meant that his divine thoughts were more pure.
In the distance, there are still endless cyan mountains, thousands of them.
Wu Pengwei took a deep breath, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his dead and angry thoughts lingered into swords. He held it in his palm, and his body flashed and rushed into the endless blood light again.
There is no end to fighting.
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When Wu Pengwei stood on the body of the tenth dragon and pulled out the crossed black sword and the narrow machete, his body was completely covered with blood.
The mountain collapsed, and the dragon's body turned into a piece of light and integrated into his body.
Wu Pengwei felt a burst of mental fatigue, and he knew that it was time to withdraw from the divine world.
In reality, five days and five nights, the time to transform into a fantasy is five years. In these five years, he killed as much as ten divine dragons. His own divine thoughts are more refined, and his combat instincts are becoming more and more skillful.
The training between life and death makes him stronger and more calm.
Turn around and want to leave.
But at this moment, a sticky blood light stood up in front of him.
The endless killing air is glued to the blood light, forming a giant ten meters tall.
The giant has a Shura-like appearance, but a huge buffalo-like unicorn stands above his head, and his appearance is even more ugly.
"Bastard, how dare you kill my people so unscrupulously? You are looking for death."
Giant Shura roared loudly, and his roar was far deeper than that of the dragon. There was infinite explosive power in the sound, tearing the air and forming one whirlpool after another.
"King of Shura?"
Wu Pengwei's heart moved.
"The Gate of Dead Minds" is a separate fantasy world, but you can also call it a real world, because it relies on someone's mind. Its foundation is the natural mind composition between heaven and earth, which is powerful and vast enough to be called another independent space.
And at the end of this space, there is a huge existence like the gods in the world, which are called "Jinglings".
The "real spirit" is extremely powerful, but it is suppressed by the fantasy itself. Unlike the fantasy built by human gods, it cannot travel freely and is limited to the deepest part of the fantasy. If you find it and defeat it, you will get all the rights to have the door of death.
It's just that such a spirit is extremely powerful. It is converted into the power level of human beings, at least at the level of the god of war, which is almost unmatched.
Obviously, the Shura of blood in front of him is an incomplete "land spirit". Although the breath is powerful, it is far from the realm of the gods.
"Bastard, I want to devour your flesh and blood, consume your soul, and always be a servant with me in my world. I will never be born."
The huge blood Shura made a statement of intimidation, and Wu Pengwei responded to him with a fierce cut.
The fight begins.
It is different from the ordinary blood Shura and the white dragon on the top of the mountain.
This giant Shura is extremely powerful, with a realm of thousands of people. His skin is also as hard as iron. The blade turned into the divine mind can't penetrate into his skin at all, and there is no way to talk about all the destruction.
Moreover, Jushura's movements are extremely agile. Every movement seems to have been tempered. With Wu Pengwei's "chawei" mind method, it is difficult to find his flaws. Even if there is, it is a flash, which is covered by the unparalleled power of Ju Shura and is difficult to catch.
This is a close fight.
The process of the battle is extremely tragic. The two sides are not only fighting for strength, but also patience, speed and fighting wisdom.
The earth cracked and the slurry overflowed.
The fight between the two lasted for a whole month. Finally, when the slurry collapsed, Ju Shura stepped on the foot, revealing a very small flaw. This time, Wu Pengwei did not miss it and grabbed it.
The huge black sword turned into a dead spirit instantly split the head of the giant Shura, and the killing spirit overflowed from the wound and turned into a red glow. At the same time, a huge and majestic roar came from the end of the sky.
"Kid, how dare you kill my split one in ten thousand? You are going to die. I won't let you go."
The voice of the king of Shura came from the end of heaven and earth, erratic and strange.
In response to him, Wu Pengwei looked up and took a breath, and the red light immediately entered his nostrils.
The spirit of killing immediately covered the whole body.
"No, you bastard, how dare you devour my killing power of one ten thousandth. You are dead. I want to let you live forever..."
The king of Shura is roaring, but Wu Pengwei doesn't care about this at all. His body is trembling sharply. A trace of smoke rushes up from his feet and turns into a huge white lion above his head. This time, the white lion not only hovers above his head, but can actually rush into the ground, pokes his claws and digs out a big Hole.
The martial soul is as real!
This is a sign of the realm of thousands of people.
After killing thousands of bloody Shura in a row and swallowing a trace of killing spirit of the Shura God King, five years of practice has finally gained.
The realm of martial arts that has not been broken through for a long time has climbed again.
Kill a thousand people and achieve a thousand people!