After a while, Wu Wang's sword flew over more than a dozen mountains, and when he looked back, he saw that there was no one in the air, so he stopped, but he didn't see Xiaocao come back, and he was uneasy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He thought: What's wrong with me, for my own safety and disregarding Xiaocao's life and death, am I still human? Greedy for life and afraid of death! Xiaocao sacrificed his life to save me, didn't he feel it at all?

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became, gritted his teeth, and gently grabbed the iron palm artifact, with this treasure, his strength was at least one layer higher, so he tried to inject the original god into the iron palm, and soon gained the connection with the iron palm. Unexpectedly, Zhang Ning did not impose a ban in the iron palm, he thought that he still needed to erase the ban in order to control the iron palm.

He immediately urged the iron palm to swell, and in the blink of an eye, he saw the iron palm rising against the storm, like a spaceship in the air.

Wu Wang's heart was overjoyed, and he no longer hesitated, flew and jumped on the Iron Palm, and then driven by his mind, the Iron Palm quickly returned along the way.

When he returned to the scene, he happened to pay attention to the thrilling side: he saw that the doppelganger of Nezha, who was tightly bound by the grass, suddenly expanded rapidly, like a large balloon that suddenly expanded, and then trembled slightly, and exploded with a "boom", the fire splashed everywhere, and the grass roots and grass blades mixed with countless fragments were mixed......

Wu Wang exclaimed: "Xiaocao-"

But he didn't hear Xiaocao's response, he hurriedly swept over with his iron palm, stretched out his hand to hold a few pieces of grass that were scattered and broken, and saw that the grass blades were dripping with blood, like the severed limbs of a person who had just died. Wu Wang's heart was extremely painful, but no matter how much he shouted at Xiaocao, he couldn't show up, and an ominous premonition made him tremble.

Could it be that Xiaocao just died? He gritted his teeth and stared back at Nezha's real body, only to see him clasping his hands, holding a spear in both hands, and waving his hands triumphantly. And Zhang Ning has been thrown off the ground and ended up in pieces, which is extremely miserable.

At this time, Wu Wu was no longer afraid of Nezha, but stepped forward and shouted: "As a heavenly immortal, he killed innocents indiscriminately, aren't you afraid of heaven's send?" ”

Nezha smiled: "What a big courage, dare to come back when you leave!" It's a pity that you can't save the demon girl, she has been completely wiped out by me, this is another credit to me, if the Jade Emperor knows, he will definitely give a thumbs up! ”

Wu Forget let out a loud shout, and rushed over with his iron palm to raise his light spirit sword, and slashed down with a sword.

Nezha sneered: "I can't help myself! ”

A horizontal spear in both hands easily blocked Wu Wang's long sword. Under Wu Wang's rage, this sword used ten successful strengths, but unexpectedly, the power of a mortal like him could not play any role in front of this fierce god, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

"It's so boring to win, why don't we gamble!" Nezha smiled and said, "I'll just stand still, let you cut three swords, if you can hurt one of my hair, you win!" ”

"Is that true?" Wu Forget saw him so big, he didn't believe it, and looked at him smiling innocently like an ordinary child, and couldn't help but jump in his heart, this was the only chance to win him.

"Seriously, naturally!"

"Don't go back!"

"No backtracking!" Nezha straightened his waist and stared at Wu Forget proudly.

Wu Wu immediately tried his best to cut down another sword, and Nezha really kept his promise and did not resist with a spear, watching Wu Wang's light spirit sword slash to the top of his head.

"When—"

Wu Wu only felt a sharp shock in his wrist, and the light spirit sword almost fell out of his hand, which was really extraordinary. Nezha's head is even harder than iron stone, the light spirit sword is so sharp, coupled with his skill, he can't even cut off a single hair.

Nezha laughed and said, "Go on, there are still two swords, if you still can't hurt me, then you can die!" ”

Wu Wang took a long breath, shouted and slashed down with another sword, and once again there was a loud bang, far away in the sky. Nezha didn't even move a finger, sneering, his face full of contempt.

Wu Wang's heart was turbulent, he had used enough strength for these two swords, and the last sword was probably also ineffective, so he immediately hesitated, not knowing whether he should continue to swing the sword.

"Cut!" Nezha tilted his head contemptuously.

Wu Forget raised his sword hesitantly, and at this time, a gust of wind suddenly blew, and a voice sounded in his ears: "Wu Forget, help me take revenge, even if my soul is scattered, I will hit him hard!" ”

It was the soul of the dead Zhang Ning that quietly burrowed into Wu Wang's light spirit sword.

Wu Wu suddenly felt a strong and strange yin force, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed in his heart, and shouted: "What, there is still a sword, don't move!" ”

In the midst of the cheers, the light spirit sword had been slashed with a strong wind. Nezha looked a little surprised, and when the sword was still a foot above his head, he suddenly screamed, but it was too late. Wu Wang, holding the sword in both hands, slashed heavily on top of his head.

There was a loud "dang-" sound, which seemed to be indistinguishable from the first two swords, but Nezha exclaimed, and his head was scattered, and it was obvious that not only many hairs had been cut off, but even his scalp had been cut off a layer, and blood was running down his forehead.

Wu Wu sneered: "You lost!" ”

Nezha was speechless, wiped the blood on his forehead with one hand, hesitated slightly, and slowly raised his spear. Wu Wang, thinking that he had provoked him, hurriedly swept up his iron palm and retreated some distance. Nezha was injured, but it was still easy to take his own life.

Fortunately, Nezha did not step forward to attack, and as soon as he raised his head, he quickly disappeared into the sky with his feet on the double gold circle.

Wu Wang looked at his distant figure, only then did he secretly breathe a sigh of relief, and thought of the grass that exploded into pieces, he panicked in his heart, and hurriedly swept down the ground, wanting to collect those broken blades of grass, hoping that the grass would be reborn, especially to find the grass roots. Because as long as there are roots, grasses will inevitably grow again.

The hard work paid off, Wu Wang finally found the bloody grass roots, hurriedly wrapped them in wet mud, held them in his hands, and couldn't help but burst into tears. For the first time, he realized that he was as heartbroken as an ordinary person.

He sat on the ground and thought for a long time, and then looked at the light spirit sword beside him, and sensed it with his mind, but he couldn't sense Zhang Ning's soul, it seemed that with the sword just now, Zhang Ning used all his soul power to help, and his soul was scattered, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly. It is really embarrassing that a generation of sword immortals ended up so miserably.

Wu Forget looked up, and saw from a distance that the golden lotus was still radiating light, and his heart moved, knowing that Nezha had left, his fear was greatly reduced, and he heard Zhang Ning say that as long as he cultivated on the lotus pot, he would definitely get twice the result with half the effort. Now this situation is not only suitable for him, but also for this grass root.

So Wu Wu no longer hesitated, carefully took the grassroots into his arms, sucked in his right hand, and the light spirit sword automatically flew into his hand, and then quickly flew towards Jin Lian with an iron palm.

When he got close to Jin Lian, he found that there was nothing wrong, so he reached out and pulled it out, but he didn't expect that the roots of Jin Lian were firmly rooted in the boulder, and it took him most of the day to dig it out with his sword.

Looking at the lotus root, he suddenly whimsically grafted the grass root in his arms on the lotus root, and suddenly found that the grass root moved slightly, and he couldn't help but rejoice: "Xiaocao, is it you?" ”

It's a pity that he didn't hear Xiaocao's response, he sat on the stone unhappily, staring at the golden lotus with his eyes. I saw that the golden lotus flower was fragrant and pleasant, and the petals opened slightly, revealing the small lotus heart platform inside, which was the so-called lotus pot.

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