Chapter 542 Debunking

The son of the spirit is not only an intruder in the mind of the former holy land warrior. In theory, he should be the king, because he has a heavenly mirror, but he has been free for thousands of years. Who wants to be convinced of a human being? Moreover, more and more rumors have vilified the son of the heavenly spirit to the extreme, doing all kinds of evil, killing people, almost the public enemy of the former holy continent. Of course, the purpose of trying to chase and kill him is to reprimand the heavenly mirror.

"You cunning guy actually took advantage of the contradiction between the three sects to privately let the Hanshu sect and the Fantasy Fog sect unite to attack the Flame Sect, and then you take people to attack the two general altars separately, so as to defeat them separately. On the surface, you do relieve the two big troubles for the Flame Sect, but in fact, what benefits the most is You!"

The head said, and there was an evil cold light in his eyes from time to time.

Wang Wujian smiled faintly and asked himself, his words really came to his mind, because he thought so early in the morning and did so, but what can they do now? The strength of the three cases is greatly damaged. Even if they gather together, they will not be able to blow the wind and waves because of people's hearts.

"Any saint, you, are you really the son of the heavenly spirit?"

Huo Lie still didn't want to accept this fact and asked in surprise.

"What if it is?"

Wang Wujian smiled. In the face of the blockade of dozens of powerful breaths, he was motionless and unfathomable.

"The suzerain and the Flame Sect trust you in all kinds of ways. I didn't expect to be ulexperous and killed so many warriors for their own selfish desires!"

A warrior next to Huo Xiong shouted coldly with a murderous face.

"All kinds of trust? Humph, you know whether you trust or not. As for the root cause of the death of such a warrior, you should know more clearly. I'm afraid that in the past thousand years, the number of dead fighters is no longer below this, right?

Wang Wujian said, with a ruthless evil smile on his face, like a poisonous snake paralysing his opponent, thus launching a fatal blow.

"So, are you really the son of the heavenly spirit?"

His eyes widened fiercely, and he couldn't help but step back a few steps and asked.

"What? Am I that evil?"

Wang Wujian raised his eyebrows and smiled.

This word came out of his mouth, which almost changed the faces of all the Flame Sect to varying degrees, especially the shadow behind Huo Xiong, who wanted to hide but had nowhere to hide, which was slightly shocked.

There was a pain in Huojie's heart. The son of Tianling is the target of public criticism. Even if he can escape from the Flame Sect, he will be chased by other forces. If he survives the first day of junior high school, I'm afraid he can't escape the fifteenth. After all, Wang Wujian is his first man, and his current situation makes him at a loss.

"Fan Sheng, I have long seen that you have ulterior motives to help the Flame Sect, but I didn't expect you to be the son of Tianling."

Huo Xiong froze his fist tightly and said calmly but a little indignantly.

In fact, he is more helpless, because although there are so many strong people present now, most of them can't kill the son of the heavenly spirit. The main reason is that two magic weapons of the three sects have no effect.

The smile that the Flame Sect relied on did not work on the Wang Wu Sword. The full moon machete of the Cold Sect fell into his hand. All he could rely on was the King Kong Circle of the Magic Fog Sect, but the power of the King Kong Circle was limited. Although it did not have the treasure of the Zhenzong, how could it compete with the most precious treasure of the former Holy Continent - the Sky Mirror!

It is really not what he wants to be hostile to Wang Wujian, but it is really difficult for him not to join hands with the other two sects. He is afraid that the Flame Sect will be destroyed in his own hands.

"Yes, I am the son of the heavenly spirit. To be precise, you should respect me as king."

Wang Wujian turned his face and smiled domineeringly.

While talking, as soon as the hand is open, a simple and deep mirror appears. There is no light or breath. It is as simple as ordinary wood, which is inconspicuous.

"This, this, this is the celestial mirror?"

An old warrior of the Cold Sect stood up excitedly and shouted. Looking at his greedy eyes, he could also guess that if there would be infighting later, he would definitely have his share.

"According to the pre-pre-pre-prece, the person who has the reprimanding mirror is the king of the former holy continent. When you see the king, why don't you worship quickly?"

Wang Wujian shouted solemnly.

"Well, the rumors may not be true. Do you think we will believe your nonsense if we find an ancient wood to make a mirror? At least, let's verify whether it is true or not.

A warrior came out and shouted. If it hadn't been for the large number of people around, he would not have been able to resist the first to grab it. There was more than one fighter with such an idea at the scene.

"Okay, then I'll use you to verify!"

Wang Wujian smiled evilly. Before he finished his words, the rebuke Tianjing had provoked a powerful attack wave and hit the man without warning.

The man didn't even feel the pain. His body exploded with a bang, and his flesh and blood flew in all directions.

All the warriors around were panicked. They quickly condensed into a barrier in advance with the spirit of war to block the flesh and blood. At the same time, they all stared at Wang Wujian with an uneasy look, for fear that he would release another blow by the same means. The attack of the sky mirror was irresistible, which was really too strong.

How's it going? You should believe it this time, right?

Wang Wujian smiled disapprovingly and killed a war saint-level strongman, as if it was as easy as a commonplace, and he was not worthy of being proud at all.

"Those who have the heavenly mirror should indeed be respected as the king, but you are not a person from the former holy continent. You are a humble human being, and you don't deserve me to be convinced!"

The ferocious man who spoke first shouted coldly.

At this time, Wang Wujian noticed that he actually wore a dark gold bracelet on his wrist. Because the color was not far from the burnt red and dark skin, it was not easy to see. He was immediately surprised. Is this the King Kong circle?

Look at the warriors behind him, several of these people are familiar and should have fought with each other. Could it be that this half-dead person is the new generation of Huanwu suzerain.

Wang Wujian was curious, but soon he had a new idea. This man was not the new suzerain, but Feiyun. At the beginning, he was destroyed with his armor and knew that he could no longer fight, so he deceived Wang Wujian with a profound blindfold method, and his body was also destroyed because of the armor. That's why he died, the people of the Fantasy Fog Sect. The reason why he did not avenge him, but fled at the same time.

"If I guess correctly, you are Feiyun!"

Wang Wujian asked.

"Hmm, I'm not going to die. Didn't you think of it?"

Fei Yun sneered strangely.

"Hey hey, it's true, but your armor has been destroyed at this moment. I think with a King Kong circle, you can't even pass my face to face!" Wang Wujian smiled contemptfully and said, "Do you still want to die again?"