“Gongzi Yu?!”
Meng Wu Chang wrapped an iron rope around the trunk of the large tree at his side, forcibly stopping his form and looking at the figure that appeared not far away.
He had not expected that Gong Zi Yu would dare to show himself.
“You are seeking your own death!!!”
The initial shock was followed by wild joy, Meng Wuchang was not injured at this moment, his strength was still at its full strength, and for Gong Zi Yu to show up at this moment was tantamount to seeking his own death.
The iron rope changed from its previous dynamic momentum and gathered the force of a thousand pounds, cutting through a streak in Meng Wuchang’s hand and sweeping across with the force of thunder and lightning.
“Clatter–”
The iron rope tore through the air with a whistling sound, flashing around Gong Zi Yu’s waist and sweeping him hard into two pieces.
The severed body fell in the air in two pieces, and the internal organs of his body flowed out from his waist.
This was not a residual image, but real and unreal flesh, a tangible body being forcefully swept off by the iron cable.
“Dead?”
Meng Wu Chang had not expected that Gong Zi Yu would die so easily in his own hands. Everything earlier seemed like an illusionary dream, that Gong Zi Yu, who had calculated at every level and caused his heart to retreat, had died so simply?
“No!”
If Gong Zi Yu had died so simply, it would be a complete joke. True Martial Sect, Dragon Tiger Mountain, and their Department Six, everyone had killed Gong Zi Yu before they could, but Gong Zi Yu had still survived until now.
The Dragon Tiger Mountain sent Zhang Yuanlu of the Tong Shen realm, Zhang Yuanfeng of the True Dan realm, and Qiao Baixuan of the Altar of Destiny to measure Gong Zi Yu’s location, what was the result of such a powerful lineup?
Zhang Yuanlu died and Zhang Yuanfeng was killed by the Great Zen Temple, but the fact that they were looking for Gongzi Yu could not be concealed.
Meng Wuchang’s heart was suddenly alerted, a strong feeling of horror surged in his heart, and the hairs of sweat stood up at the back of his neck.
As he turned his head, he saw a huge ball of Yuan Qi boiling up in the sky as the formations in various parts of the mountain forest worked.
In this mountain forest, there were a total of sixty-four groups of the Zhouliu Eight Extremes Formation, with five hundred and twelve formers. They were all using the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique to push their true qi to the extreme, bringing together the heaven and earth’s energy.
Meng Wuchang thought they were just bringing their own Yuan Qi explosive packs, coming forward and backward to die with him, but in fact, what they were doing was to mobilize the Yuan Qi of the entire mountain forest and converge it uniquely.
“Boom…”
“Boom–”
“Boom–”
——
In the mountain forest, the sound of self-explosion was heard one after another, when the Zhouliu Eight Extremes Formation was urged to the extreme, it was the time when the person who set up the formation exploded himself.
After all, they were all rapid-fire practitioners of the Zhouliu Eight Power Formation, their power was tragically mixed and impure, and they were using the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique to push their true qi to soar, so naturally their bodies could not withstand it.
The blood mist formed by the bursting of five hundred and twelve people floated around in the mountains and forests, staining the green and filling the mountains and fields.
When Meng Wuchang saw the situation, a chill came over him. In this warm April day, when the sun was shining, Meng Wuchang, a pseudo True Dan realm, had a chilling feeling that his hair was standing on end.
Run, run, run!
Meng Wuchang roared in his heart as the iron rope swirled around his body, sweeping away anything that stood in his way, and he was like a hurricane pa*sing through, rushing through the mountains and forests in a straight and empty path.
As long as he escaped from this area, the ball of Yuan Qi would explode without being manipulated, and he would only be exposed to the fallout.
This is not a big problem for Meng Wu Chang.
The prerequisite was that it was unmanned.
In the sky, a figure suddenly leapt up and arrived before the expanding ball of Yuan Qi.
“Ten Thousand Paths of Moro.”
“Circumstantial flow of six emptinesses, the law uses all things.”
The “Ten Thousand Dao Moro”, which contained and controlled all the dao, was combined with the “Zhouliu Six Void Technique”, which had the same root as the ball of yuan qi, and Qing Yu’s true qi came into contact with the ball of yuan qi, causing the originally chaotic Zhouliu Eight Energies inside it to continuously circulate in a certain pattern.
“Heavenly Endless Tibet.”
Qing Yu’s voice was muffled, and blood began to spill out from the large acupuncture points around his body where the Eight Circulating Energies were spilling out.
There were five hundred and twelve people and sixty-four Circumflowing Eight Extremes Formations, although everyone was only at the Innate Realm, with the rapid completion of the Sucking Technique and the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique, the amount of true qi had reached the level of the Divine Origin Realm.
This amount of Zhouliu eight strength, plus the mobilization of heaven and earth yuan qi, want to regulate, it is really beyond the ability of Qing Yu.
But fortunately ——
Although it was difficult, it was not a mistake.
The heavenly endless hide that brings together five hundred and twelve people, plus Qing Yu’s own true qi, has finally come to fruition.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you are getting into.
Qing Yu’s gaze swept across, locking onto the figure fleeing through the mountains and forests, a sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth, “I wonder who is seeking their own death?”
If Meng Wuchang hadn’t stayed back, then he would have rushed out of the mountain forest long ago, and Hong Fei Huan. After he saw that Gong Zi Yu, he began to restrain the fire of hatred in his heart and was kept in his steps by a double.
“It’s a pity that even the changeless Meng Divine Constable is inevitably influenced by intuitive a*sumptions when things come to a head.” Qing Yu touched the bronze mask on his face.
But it wasn’t as if putting on the bronze mask made one a Gong Zi Yu.
“Fall.”
Thrusting both palms across, the move of the Heavenly Endless Hidden was like a comet striking the ground as it flew towards the fleeing Meng Wu Chang.
Its huge bulk condensed a powerful wind pressure as it flew, just like a real meteor from beyond the sky, crushing everything around it to the ground with its powerful wind pressure before it landed.
Meng Wuchang certainly would not be crushed to the ground, but the powerful wind pressure still greatly curbed his speed, forcing him to turn back to receive the Heavenly Endless Hidden hard.
“Boom…”
The sound was incomparably huge, and the powerful shockwave formed a small mushroom cloud, and the sweeping wave of air sent Qing Yu, who was falling, flying straight away.
Qing Yu was able to adjust his body in the air with his “Zhouliu Wind Power” before he was swept away by the wave of air.
When the unprecedented Skyward Swimmer faded, Qingyu hurriedly swept up to where the Skyward Swimmer had landed.
After all, the last time the Cloud Peak stronghold exploded, there were so many gunpowder, so much explosive power, plus the mountain peak tumbled down, but also Meng Wu Chang escaped from the sky, Qing Yu felt that this time it is better to be safe.
The distance was not too close, and Qing Yu’s body was like a whirlwind rushing through the woods with trees falling everywhere, running towards Meng Wu Chang’s previous position.
“Huh?”
Qing Yu’s body suddenly whirled and caught a black piece of iron.
The iron piece carried so much kinetic energy that Qing Yu had to use the “Qiankun Great Shift” to remove the force from it, so that it would not be dislodged from his hand.
“A bad feeling.”
Just by looking at the shape of the iron piece, one could tell that it was the remnants of some kind of egg-shaped object, which should be quite large, able to hide at least an adult with a curled-up body.
“Meng Wu Chang shouldn’t be dead yet.”
