The true self armor has reached the last moment at this time, Wu Huan has no time to pay attention to the horror of Xiao Heng and the others, Tianjing has almost fused tens of thousands of fragments, and the mulch film has reached the point where it can be fused, at this time, Wu Huan don't speak, he doesn't even have time to look at everyone. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Wu Huan, you're not dead!" Zong Wenzhu let out a low roar, and the voice spread far away, and everyone who was waiting for the news at the foot of the mountain heard this voice, and almost at the same time, there was a movement among the forces of all parties, and some people couldn't wait to rush directly up the mountain.

"Get out!" The silent soul fluctuations spread out mightily, and the soul realm coupled with the extremely strong local aura of ten thousand soldiers, everyone only felt that the entire sea of consciousness was shaken by someone like a hammer in front of them.

"How is it possible, Soul Realm!" the leader of the Chaotic Star Sea shouted, at this time, the soul fluctuations that Wu Huan burst out were very similar to the soul fluctuations of the wooden flail in his own team, and they were even better.

The soul realm represents the combat power of the pseudo-emperor level, and Wu Huan sat motionless, staring intently at the slowly falling true self armor in his hand, constantly punching out the air, controlling the final finishing work.

"He's refining and doesn't have the energy to care about anything else, stop him!" Someone saw Wu Huan's abnormality at this time, and beckoned everyone to make a move, and the interesting thing was that except for the forces that were not at odds with the Bingfeng Army, almost no one else was ready to make a move, but waited and watched.

"Yuan Xiaowai, your skin is itchy, right, I see which of you dares to move!" Wu Ran snorted coldly and looked at the leader of the Chaotic Star Sea, I really can't do it.

"Team Wu, let them come!" There was a fluctuation of Wuhuan's soul in the space, even if he couldn't move now, he was not a soft persimmon to be kneaded.

"What a gut!" Xiao Heng shouted that the golden aura burst out, and suddenly a strong and abnormal momentum swept across the entire mountaintop, and Xiao Heng was ready to make a move.

"Get out!" Wu Huan roared from the soul fluctuations in the air, and at this moment, Xiao Heng's surrounding Yuan Qi flow transformed into cyclones, and almost in an instant, countless cold rays of light burst out from within the cyclone.

"Hmph!" Xiao Heng punched and struck, and the surging fist force turned into a wall of qi blocking Xiao Heng and pushed out horizontally, he wanted to directly bulldoze these cyclones.

Bang!bang......

In a few dull but extremely clean and neat sounds of breaking the air, Xiao Heng retreated, and at some point, the cold light directly pierced Xiao Heng's fist seal qi wall and bombarded him, hitting him one after another, even if Xiao Heng's body refining was not good, relying on a strong body protection qi and the super defense of body refining, those cold rays failed to pierce his body, but rushed up with blood, and when he retreated, Xiao Heng dissolved these strange sharp spurs, but he also fell behind in this first encounter.

"Damn!" Xiao Heng roared angrily, but the deputy captain of the dignified Spirit Wind Squad was forced back by a junior, which made him very annoyed, almost at the moment of retreating, the more terrifying power had already burst out, and he was forced to come towards Wuhuan.

"Joke!" In terms of realm, Wuhuan may be lower than Xiao Heng, but in terms of combat power, the current Wuhuan is not inferior to Xiao Heng, and because Wuhuan uses soul cultivation methods, from a certain aspect, the current Wuhuan argument combat power is stronger than Xiao Heng.

Within a radius of hundreds of zhang, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi rioted, countless cyclones were formed from the void, and the soul power was purer than Xiao Heng's true yuan in a certain aspect, and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi condensed through these soul power was completely able to catch up with Xiao Heng's own true yuan purity, looking at a wall of qi that spanned hundreds of zhang and was generated by countless cyclones, Xiao Heng immediately dispelled the desire to rush out, joke, if he rushed over, he would have to be beaten into a sieve.

"What are you waiting for?" Xiao Heng shouted angrily, the object of his speech was definitely not Wu Ran and them, but from his camp, such as Zong Wenzhu, such as Yu Bufan, such as Yuan Xiaowai of the Chaos Demon Clan.

Almost at the same time as Xiao Heng's words fell, several figures rushed out, just as Xiao Heng said, they were waiting for a time, or waiting for an opportunity, now the time has come, several people rushed out from several directions, each bursting out with a terrifying momentum, and the terrifying combat skills bombarded.

"Mixed Twist!" Wu Huan let out a low cry in his heart, and the entire wall of qi that had been spread out was the tip of the blade that was generated, revealing a clear and swaying blade blade, and then an artificial blade wind whirlwind wrapped Wu Huan inside.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

In the midst of several explosions, everyone's combat skills collided with this wind whirlwind one after another, but this blade was too sharp, Xiao Heng watched as the fist marks he made were dismembered and shattered, and then exploded.

"I'll see how many bombardments you can take!" Yuan Xiaowai let out a low roar, a layer of black mist burst out, and one after another pitch-black lightning swam away, turning into countless electric snakes, and suddenly hit the blade spin, and suddenly the electric sparks flew into the air like sparks, and a little electric spark was a bomb, and the dense roar continued to be shattered, and suddenly the knife spin outside Wu Huan's body was dissipating at an extremely fast speed.

"Ten Thousand Sword Slash!" Yu Bufan slashed out countless sword rays with one sword, and the sword light turned into a stream of wind, and in the crisp sound of the exchange, the sword light continued to dissipate, and the air blade of Wuhuan dissipated faster.

"Hahaha, Wu Ran, just take a good look!" Zong Wenzhu slapped his palm and directly stopped Wu Ran with Xiao Heng, except for Wu Ran, no one would stop Yu Bufan for Wu Huan, and it was the best situation for the two not to help each other.

"Looking for death!" Wu Huan really didn't have time to pay attention to Yu Bufan and them, now that the casting of the True Self Armor had reached the last moment, they couldn't be sloppy, and Xiao Heng and they also knew that they were desperately trying to block it, and how much increase the physical casting function of a set of True Self Armor would bring to the cultivators, just look at Wu Huan a hundred years ago.

"Chaos Thunder, kill!"

"Wind Sword Slash, Break!"

"Wave Palm!"

Almost at the same time, the three masters all made a move towards Wu Huan, and the terrifying momentum of their combat skills swept through the sky directly in the sky, causing a vision in the sky, and the violent fluctuations made everyone under the mountain frightened, and the big battle on the mountain began.

"Let's go up!" the curtain whispered, they still had Horcruxes to keep everyone safe.

"No, we're just adding to the chaos when we go up now!" Huo Lingqi stopped everyone, now there are all masters at the peak of the pseudo-emperor level, even if everyone goes up now, they can't help, so it's better to stay here and answer.

"Baizhan is handed over to you!" Wu Huan can't be distracted now, and directly handed over the manipulation of soul power to Baizhan, and the burial peak under the starry sky of Zhihai suddenly burst out with golden light.

"Burial Soldier Peak, rise!" The voice of a hundred battles sounded in the sea of knowledge, and in the external reality, a monstrous aura was filling the void and rippling, just when everyone joined forces to break through Wu Huan's defensive blade, a golden light suddenly appeared, and a hundred-zhang hill appeared in mid-air, and suddenly the waves of Dao Dao vitality were churning, and countless sounds of breaking the air sounded within a hundred zhang of Wu Huan's body.

Shhh

Suddenly, with a tearing sound, a silk thread thinner than a hair crossed the void, and the palm print made by Si Ye, the deputy leader of the Jinghai team, was like a huge wave out of thin air, and he was shocked after revealing the palm print.

"How is this possible!" Si Ye watched as a thin scratch in his palm crossed the entire palm, and a blood line appeared, and the crossed silk thread had been fed back to his body through the combat technique.

Hiss... Hiss... Hiss...

The fine and piercing sound of scratching sounded on the top of the mountain, and a silk line was crossed on the sword body in front of Yu Bufan's horizontal sword block, and fine fireworks splashed everywhere, and Yu Bufan retreated again and again.

"What a sharp line!" Yuan Xiaowai also retreated, there was obviously a scratch on his own arrogance, and a scratch on the air seemed to cut the entire void, the line from the void was wound in a circle to protect Wu Huan in the middle, because he was afraid of Yu Bufan, several people retreated to guard in unison, Wu Ran also took the opportunity to jump away from the siege of Zong Wenzhu and Xiao Heng, and Wu Huan was more than self-preservation.

"That's the prototype of the enchantment, the Burial Soldier Peak!" A low cry came from the surrounding spectators, because the Baizhang Mountain that appeared behind Wu Huan was very similar to the peak at his feet, not only resembling the shape but also the god, and the ten thousand soldiers' thoughts filled it with the murderous aura was definitely a fierce mountain.

"Dare to use the Burial Soldier Peak as the prototype, this person is really bold enough, no wonder he dares to forge armor here!" everyone couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

"Bing Feng will turn into a will, condensation!" At this moment, Wu Huan shouted in a low voice, controlling his funeral soldier peak turned into a golden light, and directly submerged into the armor, and suddenly the whole armor exuded golden light, rolled up and burst out of the monstrous aura, a handle spirit soldier phantom emerged from the golden light, and there were countless beast shadows roaring, the golden light was scattered, the bright silver light shone brightly, the silver white light continued to deepen, from bright silver to silver gray, and a dark golden flame edge emerged.

"It's a pity that it's still a little bit closer!" Phantom Shiyuan said regretfully, if all the silver light turns into dark gold, Wu Huan's combat power will be close to the realm of the True Emperor, and the peak combat power of the Pseudo Emperor is the reward brought by Wu Huan's countless deaths in the depths of the battlefield for a hundred years.

"The armor is finished!" The dark golden and hideous armor exuded a compelling momentum in a silver gray mixed with dark gold aura, and the inexplicable people felt a chill in their hearts, this set of armor was too fierce and domineering, and a chill escaped from the armor.

"Is Wuhuan kid okay now?" Wu Ran shouted in the air.

"It's safe!" Wu Huan slowly stood up, and the sound of the bone joint popping continued like fried beans, and the completion of the true self armor meant that Wu Huan's hundred years of cultivation had come to an end, and he could go out.

"Someone just came to help me test the results of these years!" Wu Huan whispered to himself, a hundred years of penance seems to be today, as soon as his mind moved, the armor turned into a light and directly submerged into Wu Huan's body, and the armor immediately appeared on the body, adding a vast and profound meaning to the already terrifying and fierce momentum, and the middle level of the soul realm controlled the entire set of armor, which was really a sum made in heaven.

"Come on, let me see how strong you are!" Wu Huan glanced at the crowd and whispered, a hundred years ago, Zong Wenzhu and others were the objects that Wu Huan looked up to, and a hundred years later, he stood in front of them with one enemy.

"The kid is so rampant!" Xiao Heng roared angrily, and his whole anger exploded, and a junior actually despised them so much.

"Then you're welcome!" A streamer exploded in front of Xiao Heng, and a fist blasted out, and Xiao Heng was blasted out in astonishment.

"The first one!" Wu Huan retracted his fists, his eyes flickering.