Within the barrier, the aftermath of the explosion gradually subsided, and the clouds with a diameter of hundreds of feet slowly dispersed with the remaining airflow, but the terrifying outline of the mushroom cloud could still be seen.

A quarter of the mountain was slashed by the force of the blast, and the entire mountain was blown out, and the dirt, rubble and smoke that kicked up obscured the nearby ground in gray and white.

There was still a lot of stone dust and smoke drifting in the air, blocking the light, making the already gloomy sky even darker.

The ground was littered with broken trees, uprooted shrubs, and countless broken branches and leaves.

Occasionally, there was a cry of pain, the cry of an unlucky cultivator who was unable to defend himself and was injured by falling rocks or broken wood.

However, most of the cultivators here are masters of various sects, so it is not too difficult to protect themselves.

The number of people who were really injured in the explosion did not exceed three hundred.

Although they were not injured, they were inevitably disgraced, and people got up one after another, patting and cleaning their clothes.

Zheng Qiu was also swept from the top of the mountain to the mountainside by the violent wave of air generated by the explosion.

He jumped on a raised boulder in two steps and looked up ahead, but the position under his feet was no longer a mountainside.

Because the upper part of the mountainside was basically blown out, leaving a platform with a diameter of about 200 zhang, covered with large and small rocks, and slightly concave towards the center.

The air was filled with dust, and Zheng Qiu used the seed to summon a leaf of orchid grass to cover his mouth and nose.

At the same time, he jumped up to the rocky area, squinting his eyes for traces of the monster.

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound on the side, as if something had fallen to the ground, and when I turned my head, it was a cultivator wearing a satin tight-fitting costume.

Looking at his face, this person was a middle-aged man, but Zheng Qiu knew that it was not accurate to judge his age based on the appearance of a cultivator, and maybe the other party was already an old man.

The satin garments on the man's body were covered with scratches and tears, as if they were going to fall off his body at any moment.

Looking at the damage marks, it should be a masterpiece of the blast wave, and it is also a very violent shock wave.

Could it be that he was very close to the center of the explosion just now?

Or is this person not very good at cultivating and can't use a barrier to block the impact airflow?

Zheng Qiu thought for a moment and opened his mouth to persuade: "Senior, this is the center of the battle, and it is very dangerous.

Monsters will appear at any time, only the Supreme has the ability to deal with it, so it's better for you to leave quickly!"

The middle-aged man seemed to have suffered some minor injuries, and he covered his mouth and coughed four or five times before he could recover his breath.

He looked up at the person who persuaded him, and recognized it as Zheng Qiuhou, and a strange and inexplicable look flashed in his eyes.

"Since this place is very dangerous, then why are you still staying here, don't you leave quickly!"

Hearing this, Zheng Qiu felt strange in his heart, the demon righteous spirit distributed leaflets with his portrait all over the world, how could there be people who didn't know that they were the big devil, and the news was too ill-informed.

However, he still thanked the middle-aged man for his kindness and replied, "I am the strongest genius boy in the Cloud Sleeve Continent, the famous Zheng Qiu.

That monster's ability can't hurt me, you leave quickly, don't worry. ”

As soon as he said this, there was a sudden sound of stone cracking in the direction of Zheng Qiu's left, and he turned his head to find that a red flame was drilled out of the chaotic stone more than fifty zhang away.

Bastard, that monster is still alive!

The attack of the Thousand Strange Silver Castle Castle Lord just now was so powerful that it didn't even blow it up!

It seems that in the end, it is still necessary to come out with his own vitality and divine power to solve this guy.

"Come on, let me see how much you grow!"

Zheng Qiu kicked a branch and transformed it into a stick, then threw it forward, and then the white light flashed, and the spell of shrinking the ground into inches was suddenly launched.

Bang, Zheng Qiu jumped out of the flash, grabbed the wooden stick flying in the air, and slashed at the monster's head.

"Mu Qianjun!"

The head of the stick swelled into a giant wooden block and smashed down, and the monster swung its claws to slash out the flame knife light, easily smashing the wooden block.

However, Zheng Qiu had expected that relying on this trick, Mu Qianjun would not be able to cause any damage to the monster, but the giant wooden block played a role in obstructing his vision, allowing him to follow closely and approach the other party.

He retracted the stick in his left hand, and the fingers of his right hand flicked quickly, pulling out the fingers of the folded fingers.

This time, he was not infusing his fingertips with energy, but vitality and divine power, specifically dealing with the enemy in front of him.

Clasp your little and ring fingers, extend your index and middle fingers forward, and place your thumb firmly at the base of your middle finger.

"Medium!"

Zheng Qiu roared, stuck to the monster, and stabbed the monster's head with his finger as a sword.

Knock, the fingertips touched the blackened forehead, and there was an empty muffled sound.

Touching each other flashed a pale green light, and the flames erupting from the cracks in their skin shuffled and shimmered as if they had been blown by a strong wind.

The red-hot skull also faded rapidly, and it seemed that the temperature was rapidly decreasing, like coals thrown into water.

Taking advantage of the conflicting characteristics of different divine powers, Zheng Qiu dispelled the fire attached to the door of the strange brain, so that the folded flower finger could exert its due power.

Hearing a click, the skull cracked and shattered into a big hole, and most of Zheng Qiu's palms stabbed into his head.

The monster was shocked, such an injury was simply too terrible for it, once Zheng Qiu spewed divine power into the monster's head, it would lose half of its life if it didn't die.

Click, the monster immediately reacted, raised his two front paws and grabbed Zheng Qiu's abdomen, wanting to tear Zheng Qiu's stomach.

With two clicks, the tips of its claws seemed to hit an iron plate, unable to penetrate a single bit.

The only trace was just ten white marks left on Zheng Qiu's stomach.

Although the dragon entangled gold seal on Zheng Qiu's skin blocked the monster's counterattack, this huge impact still hit him and pushed him out at once.

The whole process is very fast, and can only be described as electric flint.

In the eyes of others, it was Zheng Qiu who threw a huge wooden block at the monster, and then collided with the monster with a move, and was easily knocked out.

Rustling, Zheng Qiu's feet were in the rubble on the ground, drawing two long trajectories.

As soon as he stood firm, he raised his legs and slapped the soles of his feet, and kept shaking his hands to fan the wind.

After Zheng Qiu entered the Sleepy Cloud Heavenly Prison Mountain Range, he took off his soiled shoes and remained barefoot.

The soles of the feet are also protected by the golden seal of the dragon, which is as strong as scales and will never be punctured.

It's a pity that although the Golden Seal of the Dragon can protect the body, it will still feel hot if your feet rub the ground violently.

No, his current action is to cool the soles of his feet.

Raising his head, Zheng Qiu saw the big hole in the door of the strange brain, and actually began to repair it slowly.

"Sure enough, like the minions of the god lord, it has the ability to recover, and it has to be killed with one blow. ”

Just as Zheng Qiu was about to attack again, the supremes who had just dodged the explosion rushed over with their own elders and disciples, and fell to the stone platform one after another.

Lin Minghao saw the middle-aged man who was wearing tattered silk tight-fitting clothes and was pranayama, and asked, "Qianqi Supreme, were you injured by a monster?"