Chapter 135 Purpose

After the scroll flew out, it rose up in the wind.

In an instant, a mysterious feeling enveloped the entire area. With the Black Wind Courtyard as the dividing line, the space inside seemed to be frozen, and everyone was frozen.

What power is this?

Nie Jianglong was shocked and wanted to look up, but he found that his body didn't obey his orders.

Through the corner of his eye, he saw the ferocious smile of Tianshu Xingjun, as well as the dull faces of others, and everyone's behavior was frozen.

It's over, Brother Wu has made a big fuss.

After the scroll reaches a certain size, it stops expanding. Instead, it turned into an unfinished landscape painting, with traces constantly appearing on the scroll, as if someone was painting. What’s even weirder is that the things painted in this painting begin to affect reality, such as rain and lightning.

Everything appeared out of nowhere, and everything rushed towards Wu Chong.

"Is this the power of the divine realm?"

Compared with the other people who were frozen, Wu Chong actually raised his head.

Seeing this scene, Tianshu Xingjun across from him felt his heart skip a beat.

What is he going to do?

Then, under his horrified gaze, a lot of heat rose up from Wu Chong's body, and his whole body seemed to be boiling. The three-meter-tall body made a crackling sound, and he vaguely seemed to see a second layer of power resurrecting in this body.

Then Wu Chong, who was surrounded by the scroll, kicked his feet on the ground.

The square bricks that were stepped on suddenly exploded.

Wu Chong flew up and slapped the scroll in mid-air.

Stonebreaker!

After one palm, all attacks were stopped. The brushes in the sky seemed to have been interrupted by someone, and the scroll also stopped. Wu Chong did not stop. He turned his palm into a claw in mid-air, clasped it in the center of the scroll, pushed down with one claw, and then pulled.

There was only a "tearing" sound, just like the cloth being torn.

This picture scroll from a powerful person in the realm of the gods was torn up on the spot like a piece of waste paper.

‘Two level 97 human skins will solve the problem, it’s not enough. ’

After tearing open the scroll, Wu Chong's blood boiled to a critical point.

The aura created by the 'fusion of three arts' he designed was revealed to the world with its domineering momentum for the first time.

What power is this?

The demon power in him is obviously so weak.

Tianshu Xingjun is puzzled.

But the next moment, he saw that the man in the sky had disappeared, and then a slap the size of a leaf fan hit his face.

I felt a flash of white light in front of my eyes, and then my head felt as if it had been kicked by a mammoth. I flew backwards and rolled around for seventeen or eighty times before hitting a tree before stopping.

The scroll was destroyed?

Spirituality? ! !

Only the trance can fight against the trance. This is the iron rule.

But how could it be possible that besides the emperor and Huang Quan, there would be a third powerful person in the realm of divine connection in this world.

"wrong."

The embarrassed Xingjun looked at Wu Chong and gradually realized that something was wrong.

This man's whole body is full of energy and blood, and his strength is unparalleled. It doesn't look like a strong man in the realm of divine connection merges into the heaven and earth. On the contrary, this boiling blood is very much like the external martial artist in his impression. It's just that

What a magical martial artist!

Have you ever seen such an exaggerated martial artist? !

Looking at the other person's inhuman height, Xingjun swallowed.

"Actually, I think we can discuss everything carefully."

Next to him, Nie Jianglong looked dull.

Mr. Xingjun, you have lost your moral integrity!

How about your style when you enter? Why was it wiped out with just one slap?

"I will have the final say in Bailu City from now on. If you bring this to your emperor, I believe he will agree."

Wu Chong once again stated his purpose.

Split the earth and seal the king!

Live a safe little life.

His purpose from the beginning was very simple. It was the people from Heaven who disrupted his plan. He hates troubled times, and is not disgusted with the Taiping Sect's attempt to dominate the world. This is what he did. He ignored the competition outside and just wanted to live his own life.

But heaven doesn't give him a chance.

In the eyes of Heaven, all demon martial artists in the world have only two paths to choose from.

One person dies.

The second is surrender.

Wu Chong didn't want to die or surrender, so he took action.

Only by showing strength can you be qualified to talk.

It was impossible for him to fight to the death with the emperor in heaven. That was inconsistent with his original intention, so his thoughts were very clear from the beginning. Just create a special city. I am nominally the territory of your Taiping Religion, but I have the final say on how to plan this place.

"I will inform the emperor of your request."

The embarrassed Tianshu Xingjun stood up.

Although he looks miserable, this injury can be recovered in the blink of an eye.

After all, they are demons trained with polluted breath as their root, and their essence is the same as the old school's 'immortal chiefs'. Unless Wu Chong deliberately kills them, even if they have missing arms and legs, they can recover quickly.

Tianshu Xingjun left.

Just like when I came, I left alone.

No one knew what he was thinking, and Wu Chong didn't let him eat.

It is the emperor of heaven who really speaks.

"Brother Wu, what state are you in right now?"

After Tianshu Xingjun left, Nie Jianglong, who had been holding back for a long time, finally couldn't help but ask.

He was still worried when he came over. If he had known that Wu Chong was so powerful, why would he have been worried? Just hug your thighs and that's it.

"Just settle down and live."

Wu Chong thought of pollutants and night monsters. These spreading things are the real source of danger in this world. Compared to the battles between humans, it is really not worth it.

Is this still barely enough?

Nie Jianglong, who didn't understand what Wu Chong was thinking, was speechless.

After a brief chat with Nie Jianglong, he stood up and left.

'Hope everything goes well. ’

After Nie Jianglong left, Wu Chong also left the yard. During this time, he had almost collected all the materials for making human skin. The expansion of the shadow has reached a certain stage. The most important thing now is the third turn. I hope that the emperor will not delay for too long, otherwise he may not be able to see his people by then.

Three days later.

Wu Chong was eating breakfast at an old noodle stall on the street as usual.

After the storm, life slowly returned to calm, and ordinary people in Bailu City became as busy as before.

No matter how stormy the outside world is, it is still far away for ordinary people. What they care most about is firewood, rice, oil and salt.

Life is so plain.

Wu Chong also understood this. Since he came to this world, he has been trying to live a stable and ordinary life. But the world is so chaotic that even if you want to hide quietly and live a quiet life, you have no chance.

In troubled times, where can we find a pure land?

This is also the reason why some people yearn for the Peach Blossom Land.

Because it's too difficult.

And the tranquility enjoyed by relying on the mercy of others is too easily broken. Wu Chong didn't like leaving his fate to others, so he decided to do it himself.

At least the current Bailu City is exactly what he expected.