Projectile town, siege of hundreds of sects, half-saint ban, holy treasure lock, everything is a foregone conclusion!

Everyone looked at Zhao Shuhang with burning eyes, and those who had enemies with Wu Ming all showed a look of happiness.

This nightmare is finally going to die!

Even if you don't die, you will never come out of nowhere, and you will never appear in front of you again!

"You can't kill me!"

Wu Ming grinned, blood spilling out, looking extremely hideous.

"Hey!"

Zhao Shuhang sighed, and the brush in his hand pointed at Wu Ming's eyebrows, where there was already a silver-white brilliance.

Rumble!

The next moment, the terrifying and uncovered space ripples shook, as strong as Zhao Shuhang, and he was also forced to retreat in an instant, and the surrounding void ripples spread to the surroundings, and vaguely Wu Ming's head hung like a mountain, trapped in a sea of books!

Those are the two treasures of Jixia School Palace - Shushan Sword and Xuehai Fan!

The hieroglyphs on the sword of the book mountain seem to come to life, turning into heavy mountains and mountains, connecting the sky and the earth, connecting with the sea of books, undulating and criss-crossing, blocking all the heaven and earth.

But when the ball of light at the center of Wu Ming's eyebrows came out of his body, it was actually reversed and retreated by shock, and countless waves of books collapsed in an instant!

"It's ......"

Zhao Shuhang's pupils shrank, and the brush that struggled out, under this ripple shock, actually had the image of destruction, and he couldn't help but hurriedly retract it, and pointed out angrily, "Town!"

Airplanes!

The Shushan Sword and the Xuehai Fan converged inward, blocking all the ripples inside, and if they didn't do so, the entire town would be destroyed.

The people present, except for a few demi-saints who have Dao weapons or exotic treasure amulets, I am afraid that none of them will be spared!

"Poof!"

Wu Ming's face turned pale, he opened his mouth and spit out a puff of blood mist, his body trembled, and he almost fell to the ground, with a hint of madness in his eyes.

Even if it is two holy treasures, it can't stop the power of the mountain and sea realm beads from exploding!

The only pity is that all the creatures inside will also be wiped out.

If it weren't for a desperate situation, Wu Ming would never want to do this!

But now that he is trapped in the net, he is seriously injured and poisoned, and even the lotus lamp has lost his reaction, and only in this way can he fight for a glimmer of life!

The Cold Moon Sword can't do it, the Nine Tribulation Sword can't do it, even if it's the Void Xu Breaking Wave Boat, it can't do it!

"Bold!"

Zhao Shuhang couldn't see what Wu Ming was going to do, and in anger, the brush pointed out like a sword, pointing directly at Wu Ming's eyebrows.

But under the spatial ripples that were constantly expanding, revealing the cloud shadows of mountains, rivers, lakes, and clouds, even if he shot with all his might, he couldn't cross this short distance!

"Mountains and Seas Boundary Pearl!"

Just as everyone was retreating, I don't know who recognized this treasure root, and in the exclamation, everyone was shocked, and then they became greedy.

A world of its own, the foundation of the family!

The people present are all from great forces, family history, and they know that this thing is a rare treasure, even the saints will fight for it!

But I didn't want to appear on a great grandmaster!

Especially the Tianjiao powerhouse from the top wealthy family is even more hot, almost crazy, ready to grab it at all costs.

If it weren't for the astonishing spatial fluctuations emitted by this treasure, I'm afraid it would have already been put into action!

But now, everyone was horrified to find that even if Zhao Shuhang urged the two holy treasures with all his might, he couldn't stop the trend of the Mountain and Sea Realm Beads from exploding!

Under the glorious majesty of the sky, the terrifying power was directly projected into the heart, and a doomsday scene like the sky was shattering!

"You've come this far!"

Zhao Shuhang, who was shocked back, suddenly put away his pen, and the only trace of sadness left in his starry eyes turned into pity and coldness.

It seems that Wu Ming, who wants to bury everyone, is too disappointed!

"Huh?"

Wu Ming seemed to be aware of it, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he was about to make a move, covering his heart and mouth, spitting blood.

Poof!

A sword tip came out, the purple tip of the sword was so familiar, and it was up and down with Long Miao's spear, pinching the vital point of the heart, making it more injured and more injured, and even cutting off most of the meridians.

The mind is as resolute as Wu Ming, and at this time, there is also a trance, and the connection with the boundary bead is so weak that it is almost severed!

This sword is the Nine Tribulation Sword obtained from Zizhu Island in the South China Sea!

But he didn't want to, at this time, he would give him a fatal blow and make Wu Ming fall to death!

For a time, out of spiritual self-help, the mountain and sea boundary beads not only stopped self-destructing, but also showed signs of contraction.

"Hey!"

Zhao Shuhang sighed softly, wrote in mid-air with a pen, his expression was solemn, and he said loudly, "Rotten wood can't be carved!"

The holy way is transformed into words, the wonderful pen is full of flowers, and there seems to be an old Confucian in the void who is compassionate to the heavens and compassionate, sympathetic to all people, and tolerant of all things, sighing and shaking his head, losing confidence in the students next to him, raising the scroll in his hand and tapping it on the top of Wu Ming's head.

One time!

Wu Ming's heart was shocked, and he only felt that the nine life fires in his body were dim!

Twice!

The Eight Veins Melting Heaven Elephant degenerated, like fragile thin ice, ready to crumble at any moment!

Three clicks!

The primordial spirit shrinks, and the infinite law dissolves, making it difficult to travel!

Wu Ming wanted to resist, but he couldn't think of many thoughts, as if he was about to die, dying of old age, and just wanted to wait for the old man to die in bed!

The essence and spirit, the three kinds of physical power, seem to be deprived, and it seems to be suppressed, so that it can no longer feel the truth, as if the senses are covered by an invisible fog!

But in the end, his will is extraordinary, the nine orifices are opened, which is rare in ancient times, and his own martial arts true intent has reached the realm of simplification into complexity, and he is crazy and impacts the invisible barrier!

"I can't see Tarzan in a single leaf!"

At this moment, Cheng Jingyu suddenly appeared, holding a roll of green bamboo, and recited loudly.

The breeze is blowing, it seems to be haunted by coolness, the autumn breeze is getting colder, the fallen leaves are fluttering, look carefully, but countless words are flying out from the bamboo scroll, turning into pieces of green leaves, straight into Wu Ming's eyes.

Wu Ming only felt a burst of coolness in his eyes, painless and itchy, and a burst of comfort swept through his body.

But to outsiders, he seems to have cataracts, and he looks like glaucoma, his eyes are covered with a layer of blue and white light, and there is a leaf floating in his pupils!

Only Wu Ming himself can personally experience the horror of losing the sense of light!

It's not just the fear of becoming blind in an instant, but the dazed and helpless mind that can't move and can't find a way out in the miasma!

What he has learned, past and present lives, everything seems to be blurred in an instant!

But in an instant, Wu Ming struggled and rushed forward in one direction, the stubbornness in his bones, the madness of not hitting the south wall and not looking back, made him shake the shackles of the Holy Dao!

"Sitting in the well and watching the sky, your eyes are like beans!"

Suddenly, another young man who seemed to be a scholar walked out slowly, reciting the holy scroll aloud, it was Wei Jingtang from the Middle Tang Dynasty!

This Confucian Tianjiao has regret and helplessness in his eyes.

It's not that I feel sorry for Wu Ming, but because of my own holy path, I'm afraid I have to find another way.

Even, there is a trace of relief and happiness!

It seems that after two failures, even if he is as arrogant as him, it seems that he is no longer so sure that he can succeed!

Wu Ming, who was running wildly, only felt that he had hit a wall hard, and no matter how he hit, he couldn't break through, as if it was the legendary south wall.

But what made him almost desperate was that he was surrounded by walls on all sides, and he was trapped within a radius of only one place!

"There is hope!"

Wu Mingzhi looked up at the sky, and he could see three inches of light, but the walls were slippery and there was nowhere to stay, no matter how tenacious he was, he couldn't jump out of the well.

The most terrifying thing is that the ubiquitous power of the Holy Dao is constantly sweeping his mind, even if he is an iron man, he will fall!

When manpower is poor, it is difficult for God to do!

Wu Ming is just a person after all, and he will eventually exhaust his strength!

But he doesn't want to give up, his life's dream has not yet succeeded, there is still unfinished business, and the sea of blood has not been avenged, how can he give up?

"Man will conquer heaven!"

Wu Ming is crazy.

But under this crazy artistic conception, its will seems to have undergone a qualitative change, and it is actually getting closer and closer to the wellhead, and there is a hidden image of Hualong taking off!

Zhao Shuhang, Cheng Jingyu, and Wei Jingtang's expressions changed slightly, as if they didn't expect that in such a situation, Wu Ming still had the power to resist.

"Xizi holds the heart!"

At this moment, a bhikshuni with red lips and white teeth, a face like a bright moon, and a scar on the top of his head slowly walked out.

Even though she is wrapped in a wide * robe monk's robe, she can hardly hide her graceful posture and peerless appearance, and she is the former exquisite goddess - Lan Xinhui!

Today's Buddhist disciple - Hui Yue!

What is surprising is that the mastery he performs is not a Buddhist supernatural power, but a holy path of illusion!

But seeing the peerless woman holding her heart, I felt pity, even if it was as strong as Zhao Shuhang, just by looking at it, there was a trace of trance in my heart.

Shushan Sword and Xuehai Fan were shocked, and it was only then that they came back to their senses from the confusion, and their eyes couldn't help revealing three points of jealousy.

The rest of the people, such as Cheng Jingyu and Wei Jingtang, were also in the hands of the Supreme Treasure Automatic Protector, emitting the light of the Holy Dao, so that they could wake up.

Even so, it's still after a few breaths!

While retreating in horror, she was full of jealousy for this woman, but when she saw Wu Ming, who was struggling endlessly, gradually calmed down, and the mountains and seas that had expanded several times also contracted steadily, she couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief.

It's amazing!

If you don't see it with your own eyes, it's hard to imagine that someone can resist the three major Confucian holy arts with a great grandmaster, even if Lan Xinhui's 'Xizi Holding the Heart' is inseparable from Confucianism.

There is a golden house in the book, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book!

The Holy Way of Illusion, when it reaches its extreme, can also confuse the world!

Just like Wu Ming now, he obviously rushed to the wellhead in madness, but he felt that the wellhead was getting farther and farther, and he obviously felt that he was only one step away from reaching, but it seemed to be thousands of feet away.

If someone can penetrate his mind, he will definitely be able to see that Wu Ming at this time is like a fly without a head, spinning around.

In its self-perception, when rushing to the mouth of the well, it was just running into walls everywhere!

I'm too tired, let's take a break!

Deep in his heart, a soft motherly voice came to his heart, making Wu Ming, who was already exhausted, feel warm in his heart, and at the same time, he involuntarily obeyed, curled up at the bottom of the well that was only enough to survive.

Like a wounded young beast, it returns to its mother's arms, whimpering and licking its wounds, seeking protection and comfort!

The four-colored brilliance wandered like a chain, encircling Wu Ming's will, gradually forming a light cocoon, trapping it firmly.

After symbolic resistance, Wu Ming just wants to fall asleep in this warmth, even if it is only for a while, and the next moment I will wake up and continue to look for a way out!

The light at the wellhead is getting fainter and fainter, as if the moon is lacking, closing little by little, until the purple and blue light flame flashes, like the sun taking off!