Outside the wormhole, the commanders and generals waited for a long time, and the team of special forces finally came out.

It's just, looking at their expressions, it's not very good.

"What's wrong?" The commander asked, his brow furrowed.

"Chief, we're sorry for you, the whole squad of special forces fighters blushed with shame.

"You tell me. What happened, if there's really nothing you can do, I don't blame you. ”

General Tang said solemnly.

Several special soldiers glanced at each other, especially palpitations.

"Chief, as soon as we entered, we saw Major General Wang hitting a fire dragon of hundreds of meters with one hand, it was too hot, not to mention shouting, even if it was close to 100 meters, I am afraid that we would be burned to death."

He still can't believe it, is this the power that this person can exert himself?

What can a human do? It was only he who could only hit more than 200 kilograms of strength.

However, he also saw Wang Sheng raise the glowing sword, cut off a small half of the mountain with one sword, and kicked the behemoth dozens of meters away.

Yes, that's right, what he saw was true.

"Come on, bastards!!"

Inside the wormhole, Wang Sheng roared and pulled his arm from the head of a centipede-like monster.

He punched through the latter's skull, smashing the yellow dragon and breaking the center of the brain's connection.

"Get out!"

Throw it off the canyon and knock down a lot of monsters along the way.

But if you fall down, more monsters will appear.

In just a few minutes, seven or eight monsters came out of the notched bee chrysalis, roaring, drooling, and their eyes were red.

"Phew!"

Wang Sheng spat at the ground, and before the spit hit the ground, he had turned into a phantom and interspersed among the monsters.

Every time it flickered, there was just the right amount of spiritual power gushing, driving the Jiaotai Sword to swallow yin and yang light.

Often, after he flickered, the monster would completely lose its life and fall weakly.

Every monster's head, heart, was pierced.

It was a fatal wound.

Jiao Tai Sword is only three feet long, but the souls under it have reached an unbelievable level.

As far as the eye can see, there are corpses everywhere in the canyon, some of them have been killed by him, and some have trampled to death.

But there are too many, too many.

He had been fighting since he entered, and it was a bleak and twilight sky all year round, and he couldn't tell the time.

However, although the time is difficult to determine, it can be estimated that it will be several hours.

Rao is his physique is strong, his spiritual power is as vast as the sea, and his control is subtle, and he is also gasping for breath at this time, and his clothes are wet with sweat.

The sweat was scorching, and a large amount of hot smoke was emitted in this cold space, proving how high the core temperature of Wang Sheng's body was at this time.

He is beyond the realm of a human being.

Every punch and kick also contains at least the physical fitness of thousands of people.

The temperature in its body is extreme, at least a few hundred degrees, it can burn the air and distort it, and it can roast you by holding you.

"Roar!"

More monsters are coming.

Tired, very tired, Wang Sheng feels like this is such a word.

He didn't have a chance to breathe at all, and it was difficult to replenish the automatic operation of the Qiankun Foundation Building Method.

If it weren't for the amazing physique and amazing encounters, how could it be blocked for so long?

The time, the place, the people, he just occupies a geographical advantage.

"Bang dang!"

Suddenly, Wang Sheng retreated, and a sword of yin and yang swept away a large number of monsters ten or twenty meters away, floating in the air.

He is exhausted, and if he stays any longer, he will die here.

Wang Sheng calculated well, it's time to give these things a big shot.

Magic, although monolithic and long-lasting, is not as good as spiritual power, and even inferior in quality.

However, it also has a characteristic, and that is mass destruction!

"Banned!"

Suddenly, Wang Sheng drank heavily, his hands shaking at an indescribable speed, rolling with spiritual power, like boiling water.

And his brain is even more bulging and smoking, running to the extreme!

Forbidden printing is not the ultimate magic.

It's magic that is somewhere between ultimate magic and forbidden spells, and that's what it calls it.

It is the limit that a great mage can grasp, and since ancient times, no great mage who has used this kind of forbidden seal has been able to live.

Because it surpasses the extreme of the great magician, once used, the spiritual power operation is too terrifying, and the brain can even explode from the cranial cavity.

But Wang Sheng could barely bear it.

He is not a simple magician, but an immortal cultivator who has forged a supreme Dao foundation.

Therefore, his physique is not weaker than any fighter of the same level.

"Boom!"

The sky, which had been cold just a moment ago, suddenly darkened.

The next moment, thunder roared, and the already obscure black sky clouds gathered, and lightning brewed inside.

This is a lightning forbidden seal.

As the most powerful attack magic, lightning magic not only has strong penetrating power, but also splash damage, heat damage, negative effects, and strong deterrent power.

All living beings are born with a fear of thunder.

Sure enough, even the craziest monster couldn't help but hesitate when it heard the thunder, and it seemed to be much more restrained.

From time to time, they looked up at the sky to prevent something from striking them.

Is it useful to prevent it?

The speed of lightning is not as fast as the speed of light, but it is about half the speed of light.

It wants to fight, and you can't hide from it.

As for the Heavenly Tribulation of Cultivating Immortals, I won't mention it here for the time being.

The thunder roared, and the thundercloud had already accumulated a thick layer, and thanks to Wang Sheng's huge spiritual power, it could even catch up with the threat level of the forbidden spell.

At this time, Wang Sheng was covered in a lot of smoke, and his clothes suddenly burned.

But the burning did not last a few seconds, and it was extinguished by the vapor expelled from the pores.

Burn again, douse again.

"Scratch, scratch."

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth were silent.

The clouds froze and the earth fell silent.

After Wang Sheng finished the last mark, he hurriedly pulled back and fled towards the wormhole.

At this time, I had to escape, and I had to show the strength to feed.

In order to pursue power, where can he take care of himself? And it's a spell that kills people in a wide area.

"Thunderstorm Annihilation!"

The name of this magic was found by Wang Sheng from the corner of the old Comilton mage's magic book.

I don't know which gifted fool created the magic that ended up together.

How fast is Wang Sheng? The voice was thrown away, fortunately not far from the exit, and as the lightning flashed violently behind him, the sky and the earth were blank, and he rushed out of the black hole.

This rush, completely ignoring what it would bump into, flew directly out of the wormhole.

"Bang!"

Outside the wormhole, the armies had retreated a distance of dozens of meters, and a worm beast was killed from the Russian side to the Chinese side, and its bloodthirsty eyes revealed endless greedy desire.

The next moment, the eyes of the insect beast bulged, and a bloody figure rushed out of its chest, never expecting to be attacked from behind.

"Phew!"

Wang Sheng landed, turned around, and immediately kicked the insect beast into the wormhole.

At this moment, the pitch-black wormhole suddenly bloomed with lightning, and the overflowing thunder stretched out like an octopus, occasionally hitting the ice, exploding a large area of electric light.

(End of chapter)