Chapter 182 The Death of Wu Sheng

The sharp long sword in the hands of the seven-kill ancestors showed endless blood light on the surface, like a river of blood across the air, illuminating the whole world.

Between heaven and earth, there is an extremely fierce charm, which is touching.

The dense aura of heaven and earth, as if crazy, forms a violent whirlpool around the sword body, which is terrible.

Seeing this scene, Wan Changsheng also did not hesitate to urge the beasts to compete for the control of the aura of heaven and earth.

In Wu Sheng's battle, the competition of moves and cultivation has become meaningless and can play a decisive role. There are two factors that dominate the outcome of the battle. One is the strength of the power of incense.

The power of incense is greater than that of thousands of believers, and the total amount is large, and although there are only 100,000 believers, each of his followers is an extremely vicious person, and the power of faith generated by the seven killings is extremely pure.

And the battle between the two in the first round can be said to be evenly matched, and the current competition is a fierce competition.

momentum is a very mysterious thing. Specifically, it is to control the space around the body, control the world, and oppress the enemy with the power of heaven and earth.

The aura of heaven and earth is the key to manipulating heaven and earth. The more anyone can control, the stronger the power will be.

The long sword of the seven killing ancestors hung in mid-air, but it did not fall. The two launched a competition.

For a while, countless visions appeared in mid-air, storms, lightning and thunder, like the scene before the end of the world, and the disordered airflow was like a steel knife, scattered out, and the snowy mountains turned into flat.

Standing high and looking down, the snowy mountain at this time has become a ruin and full of devastation.

"A sea of blood!"

Seven kills slowly spit out four words from his mouth, and suddenly took a very wonderful change in his whole body. Except for the big white bone holding the blood cells, his whole body was slowly squirming, emitting like a thick fog.

The smelly and strong blood fog creates a snow-like scene in mid-air, with countless ghosts howling and a sea of blood.

The range of blood color is getting bigger and bigger, expanding unscrupulously, and gradually installing this world into it.

The long sword turned into a river of blood, integrated into the sea, and the sea of blood was completely completed!

There is a sea floating in the sky!

Standing in this sea of blood, the seven-killing ancestors are like giants coming out of the depths of the flood and famine. Each move contains great power.

This is an infinite sea of blood.

is transformed by the energy of his whole body.

Every drop of seawater represents a living human life. In order to create this sea of blood, I don't know how much blood was in the hands of the seven killing ancestors.

Seeing this sea of blood, Wan Changsheng's face suddenly changed and became extremely pale.

There is no doubt that he completely failed in this battle.

There is no chance to win at all.

Anyway, Seven Killing Ancestors is also a long-established martial arts saint, with strong strength, and his method can be called against the sky.

Wan Changsheng didn't expect that the seven-killing ancestors could really create such a horrible thing.

After all, Wusheng is not the end of the monk. Every monk who practices all his life is to cross the disaster and enter a higher-level world.

And the possibility of success in crossing the disaster is infinitely close to zero.

All his energy turned into this sea of blood. In the terrible thunderstorm, he will definitely be chopped without even scum left.

This man is completely crazy!

This idea came to his mind. Wan Changsheng looked down and shouted, "Brother Fang, help me!"

He asked Fang Wuji for help.

At this time, the situation is already quite dangerous. In the competition, there is only one possibility, that is, to be beaten.

Fang Wuji looked up, and the light of the sea of blood shone on his face, and an inexplicable light appeared in his eyes.

Fear, surprise, fear...

After looking at Wan Changsheng, he did not hesitate to rise up and stood side by side with him.

"Huh? Hahaha, do you also want to fight against my ancestors? It's really a way to die!"

Seeing the two, the seven-killed ancestor laughed with endless arrogance in his laughter.

The sea of blood has become, and he is not worried at all. It is no exaggeration to say that in this sea of blood, he is the supreme existence and a god.

As long as there is still a drop of blood in the sea of blood, he will not die.

Even if more martial arts warriors come, they don't care at all.

"Kill, it's time for you to die!"

"Brother Fang, let's join hands!"

Wan Changsheng shouted, a trace of pain appeared in his eyes, and a light quietly appeared on his fingertips.

is a drop of milky white**.

And seeing this drop**, Fang Wuji and Qi Kill's eyes were a little hot.

Eternal spiritual spring!

The eternal spiritual spring is the most precious treasure of the eternal life. Its preciousness is still above the boundless map of all beasts.

The eternal spiritual spring, hidden in the depths of the earth, is extremely rare.

And its utility is also extremely horrible.

Every drop of eternal spiritual spring is the biggest trump card in the hands of Changsheng Tianwu Sheng. With the spiritual spring in hand, no matter how serious the injury is, it can recover in an instant.

However, its energy is not endless, it is a disposable consumable.

In order to win this battle, Fang Wuji completely risked his life and used a drop of spiritual spring without hesitation!

After all, although the utility of the eternal spiritual spring is magical, it cannot directly improve its cultivation, and the plow sky comb is a must-have. With a plough sky comb, it is 80% sure of the eternal life and can be successful.

In order to enter a higher-level world, he will do whatever it takes.

At this time, a solemn color also appeared on the face of the seven-killing ancestors.

He naturally knows the utility of the Eternal Spirit Spring, and the combat effectiveness of using the Eternal Spirit Spring must also be extremely horrible.

A desperate Wusheng, Wusheng, has no worries at all. It can be imagined that his combat effectiveness can burst out.

"Little Wanzi, hand over this eternal spring, I agree to your request." After a moment of meditation, the seven-killed ancestor said quickly.

At this time, he also has to choose to take a step back.

I never thought that Wan Changsheng still had this thing in his hands.

Decades ago, when several martial saints joined hands to besiege him, Wan Changsheng used a drop of eternal spiritual spring, and with the power of the spiritual spring, it was unscathed.

The divine effect of the eternal spiritual spring is really frightening.

The sea of blood against the eternal spiritual spring is a tough war of attrition.

Even if it is barely defeated, it will be a tragic victory.

When he heard this, Wan Changsheng raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly, with endless anger in his eyes, "Hum! At this time, I thought of being soft. It's too late! Today, I will kill you!"

People compete for a breath, and Buddha competes for a pillar of incense. Since they have made up their mind to use the eternal spring, they have no worries and have a tough attitude to the extreme.

At this time, Fang Wuji is also a flame condensed in his hand.

A little purple spark, slowly swaying, flashing and growing, gradually like the same purple sun, suspended in his hand.

With the emergence of this round of fire, Fang Wuji's momentum is unprecedentedly strong, and even the sea of blood has ripples.

The three of them stood in mid-air.

The powerful momentum slowly climbed up on the three people. At this moment, the air seemed to be stagnant.

"Battle!"

Finally, the momentum climbed to the extreme.

Wan Changsheng roared and suddenly punched, with overwhelming green light, forming the shape of an ancient giant tree, and roaring towards the seven-killing ancestors.

This punch, called the Eternal Evergreen Fist, is a skill exclusive to the martial arts saint. One punch exhausts the strength of the whole body and has no residue.

After this punch, the whole person is basically useless. Without any power to fight again, it is a means to save your life and work hard.

If the enemy doesn't die, he will die!

Now, with the existence of an eternal spiritual spring, Wan Changsheng doesn't have to care about this at all. He did not hesitate to punch this.

Boom!

The sea of blood is surging.

The huge blood wave, shrouded in fists, is steaming at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The blood-red fog curled up, covering the whole area like a ghost field, and half of the sky became blood red.

The seven-kill ancestor manipulated the sea of blood, forming seven huge blood columns, rotating according to some extremely mysterious law, trying to resist this punch.

Wan Changsheng's desperate punch made him feel great pressure.

Wan Changsheng has an eternal spiritual spring, which can fight unscrupulously, but he can't.

He was so heartbroken that he was almost bleeding.

Every drop of blood in this sea of blood is the purest energy, which has been accumulated over hundreds of years, but now it is rapidly disappearing.

Moreover, this loss is completely irreparable.

I don't know how long it will take to restore the scale of the blood sea.

The two worked hard for their lives, and at this time, Fang Wuji's eyes quietly showed a trace of strangeness.

When the purple sun finally expanded to the extreme, a fine light appeared in his eyes, and he flicked his fingers and flew towards the seven-killing ancestors.

"Brother Wan, I'll help you!"

He roared, but a pure and transparent flame quietly appeared between his fingers.

Young.

Weak.

Pure.

There is not even a little energy fluctuation, just like the flame of ordinary people cooking.

Fang Wuji flicked and bounced out the ignition again, but the goal was not to kill the ancestors seven times, but ten thousand lives!

This ignition seedling quietly flew to the infinite, like a trace of transparent air, penetrating into Wan Changsheng's body.

Boom!

In less than a breath, fierce flames appeared in Wan Changsheng's eyes, ears, mouth and nose. His whole body seemed to be a volcano, erupting flames out.

Wan Changsheng looked back, and his eyes showed extreme disbelief.

Unexpectedly, Fang Wuji would sneak up on himself at this time.

consciously, he wanted to integrate the eternal spiritual spring, but he couldn't do it at all.

Wan Changsheng felt that his soul, flesh and blood were burning at a fast speed, his consciousness was gradually blurred, his heart was numb, and his internal organs were burning.

A drop of spiritual spring fell quietly.

Fang Wuji remained calm and took a step forward to take this spiritual spring in his hand.

Seeing this scene, the face of the seven-killing ancestors suddenly changed, and he subconsciously exclaimed, "Hongchen Industry Fire!"

"How can it be!"

"How can it be a world fire!"

As soon as his body moved, he was shrouded in blood, like a homeless dog, quickly esloping away.

Red dust industry fire!

Although this kind of flame is not any kind of fire on the list, its power is more terrible than any flame!

Red dust industry fire, there is another name, called Heart Demon Fire!

Within less than a breath, Wan Changsheng's whole body was burned into flying ashes and completely destroyed.

A generation of martial arts saints has completely fallen!

Fang Wuji's eyes showed a strange smile, and he looked up at the sky, as if there was expectation in his eyes.