Looking at Wu Ming who was walking slowly, no matter how stupid Zizuka Huai was, even if he was confused by the power of the demons, he was vaguely awakened, and all of this was related to the person in front of him.

But as the pride of the power of the Holy Realm, he did not allow him, admitting that he would be calculated by a half-saint, and he was his prey before!

But reality keeps reminding him that what he thinks is true, and even if he doesn't want to admit it, he can't reverse the facts!

"It is worthy of being a saint of the Purple Moon Clan, his heart is on fire, he is seriously injured, and he can still wake up with his bloodline talent!"

Wu Ming sighed in admiration, but his face was indescribably calm, and his eyes were as bright as stars, as if he was looking at a dying prey.

Although I was surprised by the resilience of the other party's soul, it was also expected.

In any case, the Purple Tomb Huai is a Saint Realm power, if it was so easy to die, it would not have lived to this day!

"Hmph, just ants, how can you know that the heroic spirit of our ancestors can protect future generations?"

Zizuka Huai stood up suddenly, and Sen Ran's eyes fell on a strange flame in Wu Ming's hand that burned out of thin air, obviously blood black, but emitted a light purple light, and clearly sensed the familiar fluctuations emanating from it, and his face became even more hideous and ugly, "You are really related to the Heart Demon Clan, no, you have obtained the inheritance of the Silver Gray Snake!"

Previously, he had been in that place of reliction, and through the quicksand of time, he had seen the secret pattern of the heart and demons closely related to the silver-gray snake. There was a guess in my mind.

Seeing Wu Ming's grandiose and undisguised use of the heart magic secret technique has already confirmed what he thought before.

That strange flame is clearly using its own blood as fuel, and through the secret art of heart demons, it pulls its own mind!

Such a method is impossible to prevent, and there is no doubt that it comes from the inner demon clan!

"Clever, alas...... You'll never get a chance to get it out again!"

Wu Ming bowed slightly, admitted calmly, and suddenly put the five fingers of his right hand together.

Burst!

In an instant, the blood flame suddenly disintegrated, and there were countless invisible silk threads, setting off layers of ripples, and in the void, spread to the purple mound locust.

"Carving insect skills, just a half-saint Venerable, who gave you the courage to dare to put ...... in front of this saint"

The purple mound acacia was cold, and the dull full moon pattern at the center of his eyebrows suddenly flashed, and then all of them were extinguished, and they no longer shone brightly, making his complexion suddenly change, "How is it possible?"

"Nothing is impossible!"

Wu Ming's eyes were like electricity, his body flashed slightly, and in an instant, he came to the front of Zizuka Huai, and slapped out with a green dragon probe claw with a shaking hand, "You have long been corrupted by the heart demon and the holy soul, you have already turned your back on the Purple Moon clan, and the ancestor heroic spirit blessed you once, but it was just for the sake of the bloodline, and instinctively gave protection." ”

"Bastard!"

Zizuka Huai shouted angrily, made a bold move, and slapped it with one palm.

Rumble!

The two palms were facing each other, and there was no streamer of light energy splashing, but there was an invisible light wave, accompanied by a roar, overflowing to the heavens and the earth.

In an instant, the cave where the two of them were located collapsed, and a radius of dozens of miles was directly lifted away.

Pedal Pedal Ped

In the sound of footsteps like a drum, a figure flew back slightly embarrassed, and the impact of the smoke and dust was surging, and it was Wu Ming.

"Boom!"

Wu Ming snorted, his right hand covered his chest, his eyebrows were deeply furrowed, blood stains appeared on the corners of his mouth, and his face suddenly turned white, although he quickly returned to normal, he was obviously injured internally.

"Something like an ant, dare to offend this saint, deserve to be punished!"

The purple mound locust flew out of the smoke and dust, and looked at Wu Ming with an extremely cold gaze.

But after perceiving that Wu Ming's viscera was just concussed, and the surging of qi and blood intensified, there was no extra injury, and his already gloomy face suddenly became gloomy.

Although it is true that he is the weakest Saint Realm power, and now he is also suffering heavy damage, but in the end, it is the Saint Realm power!

It's just a half-saint, and it's obviously not at its peak, and it's just a minor injury that doesn't have much impact?

The ancestors are heroic, and the joke is not like this!

"Seriously injured, at the end of the strong crossbow, the remaining strength is at most forty percent!"

Wu Ming smiled, revealing his red teeth, slowly stretched out his hand, gestured with three fingers, put them together into a fist in turn, and said calmly, "Suppress the injury, don't worsen, go to Yicheng first."

The heart is on fire, the pain of the gods is added, and then go to Yicheng!

The clan pattern is gone, the talent is no more, and it goes to Yicheng again.

Now you have at most the strength of the heyday!"

That's right, the current Wu Ming, with the body of the Three Realms Refining God and the Six Turns of the Golden Body and a Half-Saint, is facing a Saint Realm power with only one percent of his strength left!

"One percent strength, this saint kills you like a dog!"

Purple Tomb Huai's face was extremely cold, but his heart was extremely frightened.

Because, what Wu Ming said is exactly the same as his own estimate, and he seems to know himself better than him.

What is this concept?

Discerning, wisdom beads in hand!

A deep chill gushed out from the bottom of my heart for no reason, and instantly permeated my whole body.

The Purple Tomb Huai Ling Ling shuddered, and finally realized.

After getting the information about Wu Ming before, he once disagreed that Wu Ming just had the idea that he had such an amazing record by luck, how shallow and even ridiculous it was.

As the saying goes, there is no vanity under the fame!

It's not that Zizuka Huai doesn't understand this truth, but because of his obsession over the years, he has long been lost and doesn't say anything, and Wu Ming's cultivation is too deceptive!

I'm afraid that anyone who sees it will scoff at it and think that this is too exaggerated!

How could I have thought that not only was it not exaggerated, but it was biased because the person who compiled the information also had such thoughts.

Even if everything that happened is recorded truthfully, between the words, there is contempt and disapproval.

In this way, he gave Purple Tsukasa an illusion, which caused him not to pay enough attention to this prey!

But now, the prey and the hunter have reversed, and they have figured out his bottom thoroughly!

How can you not make Purple Tsukasa feel cold?

"Huh...... Whew!"

Wu Ming smiled lightly, exhaled a long breath, and his figure suddenly rose several times.

Weng Ma Ma Mi coaxed!

It is like a flood bell Da Lu, ten thousand monks chanting, chanting the sutra and the Sanskrit sound is superb, and a dark golden Buddha with a tall number of zhang, three heads and six arms, holding various strange blades appears.

If you come to the real body - the big black sky!

"Buddhism is supernatural!"

Although he noticed the strangeness of this golden body of Buddhism, Zizuka Huai still recognized the power of Buddhism that made the demon clan hate, and with a twitch of his eyes, he pulled out a broken sword and slashed at Wu Ming.

It's not that this broken sword has special power, but it was interrupted by the Black Steel Sage, and the rest of the holy treasures are crippled, and now there are only a few pieces left, and they can barely exert their power!

Moreover, not only was his power greatly damaged, but he was even injured too badly to exert the true power of the Holy Treasure, even if it was a defective product.

But again, in his opinion, it was enough to deal with Wu Ming.

After all, dealing with it is only a half-saint!

But soon, this half-saint, who he regarded as an ant and never put in his eyes, taught him a lesson, what is called reality.

When!

I only heard a piercing explosion, and the three-headed and six-armed Da Heitian was holding it in his hand, which was obviously nothing more than an energy-transformed blade, and he suddenly blocked the broken sword!

Rumble!

The invisible qi wave swept around the two of them, instantly sweeping a radius of dozens of miles, setting off monstrous smoke and dust, stirring up the wind and clouds.

Under the feet of the two of them, it was like an earth dragon rolling, with a clattering sound and a roar, and a huge crack appeared in the Dao, as if it was a bloody mouth that wanted to choose someone to devour!

"What?"

Zizuka's pupils shrank, and he exclaimed, and he took half a step back.

On the other hand, Wu Ming not only stubbornly resisted this blow, but unlike before, he just shook his shoulders and killed them again.

It is like an angry King Kong, the demon pestle is fierce and fierce, the Dharma sword is brilliant and the heavenly power is inviolable, and the demon bowl seals the void.

In an instant, the purple mound acacia had a feeling that there was no way to hide, and there was a feeling that the mountain was approaching, as if it was stuck in a quagmire, and it was difficult to move an inch, so it could only choose to be hard-connected.

Boom Boom!

The terrifying roar of the raging and uncovered roared one after another, and the smoke and dust were surging, like a stormy wave, although the two figures were obscured, they could feel the collision of the amazing power inside.

Rumble!

In just a few cups of tea, I don't know how many rounds of fighting, the violent roar suddenly converged, and two figures rolled out of the smoke and dust, kicked to the ground, and plowed out a thousand zhang ravine.

What is shocking is that Wu Ming is surrounded by the Great Black Heaven, with extremely deep sword marks, and there is even more strange power on it, constantly corroding the golden body and destroying everything.

On the other hand, although the purple mound locust is scattered, except for the body surface still has not dispersed, only faded to the almost invisible, weird black-gray lines, there are no other injuries.

But if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that his arms and legs are trembling faintly and slightly.

What was particularly striking was that a wisp of red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and there was a look of anger and pain in his pupils that could not be concealed.

It seems to be evenly matched, but if you dig deeper, you will be shocked to find that Wu Ming, with his half-saint cultivation, is really on par with a seriously injured Saint Realm powerhouse!

What is different from the past is that this time Wu Ming is completely relying on his own strength!

Even if someone sees it with their own eyes, I'm afraid they won't believe it, it's too bizarre to understand.

"Good!"

Zizuka Huai's voice was hoarse, revealing unspeakable anger, but he also had deep exhaustion, staring at Wu Mingdao, "You are very good, you can force this saint to such a point, even if you are suspected of taking advantage of people's danger, but this saint has to admit that looking at the Demon Star Abyss, and even the heavens and all the worlds, you can be regarded as the only one!"

"Thanks for the compliment!"

Wu Ming grinned, at this time, he was transformed into a big black sky, with three heads and six arms, with this smile, it was more of a three-point hideous demonic intent!

He still bears this praise, and there is no need to be modest.

After all, they all speak with real achievements, and they can't fake it at all, and there is no need to hide it!

"Huh!"

The corners of Zizuka's mouth twitched, and his eyes were gloomy, "But don't be complacent, do you really think that this saint can't do anything about you......?" Don't blame this holy word for being unpredictable, so that you can't survive but not die!"

Wu Ming's pupils shrank, he took a light breath, tightened the Buddha soldier in his hand, and said silently: "I'm more interested in what the treasure hunter is hiding all over!"