"Didn't you say a moment, why hasn't it been over for so long?"

A foundation building realm is completely incomprehensible.

The black wind that shrouded Zhao Chu's body was endless, and the pitch-black skeletons were like pus on the skin, tumbling and exploding, and there was no end at all.

And the dead leaf in the air, until now, has not been completely torn off.

The flow rate of time is not the same in two spaces.

"That's right, how many moments have passed!"

More and more monks began to be surprised, and even the Jindan powerhouse couldn't understand it.

Is this also called an instant?

......

"This moment, not the other moment!"

"Moments are a power, a rule that transcends your understanding. ”

"The time in the eyes of heaven is not the same as the time in my eyes. Just like the air in the eyes of a monk, it is full of all kinds of aura, while the air of ordinary people is just a piece of transparency. You live in the same world, but you are completely different. ”

"At this moment, the Golden Rat Emperor locked 99 punches!"

"If you want to end this moment, you can only wait for the end of 99 punches, and during this period, the Golden Rat Emperor can't be interrupted. ”

At this time, Emperor Wu Mu in the light curtain spoke again.

Xia Xiansheng's words fell, and it also solved the confusion of countless people.

......

99 punches!

Xia Xiansheng's words fell, and the whole world was shocked.

A small foundation to build a foundation realm to fight against the Yuanying realm of moving mountains and reclamation.

This is simply a joke of the mantis arm as a car and the mayfly shaking the tree.

The power to build a foundation is not more than 10,000.

And in the Yuanying Holy Realm, even the weakest existence can easily blast out 100,000 catties of power.

And like Shen Fusheng them, under one blow, the force breaks 500,000 catties, and a casual punch, like 500,000 catties of giant iron falling from the sky, can crack the mountains and penetrate the earth.

With such a power of 500,000 catties, they can blast out hundreds of punches in an instant, which is the invincibility of Yuanying. Under their feet, the beautiful mountains and rivers are just a fragile carpet.

Therefore, the battlefield of Yuanying is generally at the top of the sky, and the earth is almost unbearable.

Although the Golden Rat Emperor did not teleport the Yuan Weapon, his strength was also suppressed into the early stage of the Yuan Infant.

But even if he only has 100,000 catties of strength left, he will surpass Zhao Chu by ten times.

Ten times over!

Sounds like a pretty close number.

But you know, the strongest baby is 10 pounds, and the weakest adult is 100 pounds.

The latter wants to pinch the former to death, and he doesn't need to pant at all. Babies have too many weaknesses and can be crushed to death by an adult's fingers.

You let a baby, what to take against an adult.

You are a hundred babies, and how to fight against this invincible adult.

That's right!

Zhuji against Yuan Ying is a baby, fighting against adults.

......

Dead!

Looking at the chaotic figure in the center of the hurricane, the world fell into dead silence.

Building the foundation against Jindan, although it is very rare in the past 1,000 years, there are always some outstanding Tianjiao, who want to go against the sky and shock the world.

But a foundation is built head-on against the Yuan Infant who has reached the sky.

This is a ridiculousness that has not been seen in 1,000 years, let alone confrontation, you don't even have a chance to escape.

......

"Good news, the strength of the Yuan Infant in front of you has been cut by seventy percent, and now there is only 100,000 catties left, which is the weakest Yuan Baby. ”

Looking at the demon mirror, Hong Cliff Road.

He didn't have any evaluation of Zhao Chu sacrificing his life to save Ze Yanhua, and he didn't even change his expression.

Horses of courses.

"Where's the bad news?"

Hearing this good news, Zhao Chu felt a little relieved in his heart.

"Bad news, the bad news is that the demon mirror is going to wander for countless epochs again, looking for the next master again, and today should be the last time we talk!"

Hong Cliff stared at the void with his eyes.

As one of the many machine spirits in the demon mirror, he seems to represent thousands of machine spirits to see through the void. He wanted to see if the next master would be so stupid, because a woman gave up the opportunity to dominate the common people in the future.

Maybe it's not stupidity, it's love!

But the ending makes no difference!

"You don't have to feel how special you are, you have experienced countless masters in the demon mirror. Some of them died of greed, some of them died of unjustified disasters, and some of them died of wine, and your way of dying is the most common. ”

Hong Cliff turned his back and didn't look at Zhao Chu again.

The desolate and indifferent pupils were like the most distant and faint stars in the universe, and he had seen through the infinite silence and the overlap of reincarnation.

Zhao Chu's brain was blank, like five thunderbolts.

Terrified!

That's right, for the first time, he felt trepidation.

In the past, no matter how big the disaster was, as long as the demon mirror appeared, as long as the flood cliff appeared, he would definitely be able to turn the crisis into safety.

But today, that shadow is like a demon mirror, personally giving himself a death notice.

It's like an indifferent doctor who has saved you from critical illness countless times, and you think of him as heaven. And this time, he closed your eyes with his own hands.

That's right, too!

Zhao Chu smiled bitterly!

The blow of the Heavenly Chosen Realm, called an instant, surpassed the span of my three great realms.

I'm like a fish that has been photographed on a board, trying to escape from the board back into the water, with no hope of survival.

98 punches in an instant, this is a desperate situation.

......

Outside!

Zhao Chu saw the arrival of his partners.

It's a pity that they are just building a foundation realm, and they want to break through the barrier of an instant, just like a group of babies going to tear down a house, the insignificant power, so pale and ridiculous.

The Jindan powerhouse is also offering magic weapons, wanting to break the barrier of the moment.

But they were just older children, and the so-called ritual objects were as childish as toys tied up from straw.

As for those yuan babies.

They are capable, but Shen Fusheng and Tang Junpeng, they were dragged by the two demon emperors under the big crack, and they couldn't help at all.

As for Duan Xuehan and them, first, they were too far away from Zhao Chu, and second, Jin Cangluo also saw Zhao Chu's desperate crisis, so he didn't run away and turned back, deliberately dragging the speed of the three people, making them powerless to return to the sky.

And the blue crane seemed to see some fear in front of this moment when the wisps of heavenly qi converged. Not to mention coming to help, it has to rely on God's help to stand up.

Yuan Langtian once said.

Back then, he caught a bird, plucked all the feathers, and marinated it with spices for a while, and then almost roasted it on the fire, but this guy ran away.

This bird is the blue crane of the year.

Therefore, it was afraid of Yuan Langtian's breath and was vulnerable.

......

The black wind was endless, the smell of despair was overwhelming, and the air was filled with a disgusting fishy smell.

Grimaces, mocking you, mocking you, despising you, and even strange pity.

It's impossible to escape, you only have to fight.

Zhao Chu swallowed hard, he took a deep breath, and slowly raised his head.

The gaze is like an arrow, piercing the heavens.

Why should I be cowardly before I fight!

Although I am as weak as an ant, I have not tried to dry the sea, as long as I climb to the other side, this is victory.

Father!

Zhao Chu flicked his sleeves, and a somewhat mottled long sword appeared in his palm.

The blade was covered with spots that looked like they had been rotted by rust, and he was like a desperate prisoner before he was beheaded, scarred, and he had to shout a few more times in disobedience.

Thundered!

The Golden Rat Emperor smiled contemptuously.

He put his hands behind his back and behind him, and with just a thought, the space was directly torn apart.

Ten punches.

The fist phantom formed by the convergence of ten qi masses blasted towards Zhao Chu's chest lightly, and one after another aura spread out, like a pool of stagnant water, smashed into a boulder.

No, it's ten boulders.

In the eyes of the outside world, the space where Zhao Chu is located is really the same as the ripples on the surface of the lake, but the speed of diffusion is dozens of times slower.

Burst!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Zhao Chu used his sword as a shield to block in front of him.

Just as the first punch fell, the withered sword was like a willow branch under a strong wind, bent to the limit, like an overwhelmed longbow, buzzing.

And Zhao Chu spurted out a mouthful of blood and was injured.

Boom Boom Boom!

Next, the remaining nine fists came one after another, and Zhao Chu was like a live target in the martial arts arena, and he was instantly bombarded to pieces.

Those terrifying fists are 10,000 times more terrifying than sharp arrows.

In the space of one zhang, time still passes so slowly.

And a zhang behind Zhao Chu, the mountains suddenly cracked, like a broken wound, which was terrifying.

These forces that blasted through the mountains were the aftermath that penetrated through Zhao Chu's body.

It's like the sharp arrow directly penetrating the bull's-eye, but the force is getting more and more powerful, and even the wall behind the bull's-eye is completely pierced.

Burst!

Zhao Chu's chest collapsed into a whole piece, and he was covered in blood.

He could only barely maintain a standing posture with a withered sword as a crutch.

...... Left 88 punches.

......

Outside!

Sawakenka cried until she fainted.

Others were also stunned, but there was nothing they could do.

After just ten punches, Zhao Chu was already seriously injured.

Zhuji vs. Yuanying, this is a ridiculous stubborn resistance.

......

"Hmm, this sword is strange, it actually blocks more than half of your strength. ”

"I have to praise you, in terms of physical strength, you are the king of the foundation building realm!"

Glancing at Zhao Chu lightly, the golden rat demon chuckled, as if praising a baby for finally learning to crawl.

......

"Come again!"

The palm was flipped, and Zhao Chuyi took three pills of Xianji Dan orally.

Suddenly, those cracked wounds recovered at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

The strength of Zhao Chu's physical body is not only reflected in the strength, but also in the unparalleled recovery power, only with a steady stream of spiritual power sources, his recovery speed is a hundred times faster than others.

Whether it was the appearance of Xianji Dan or Zhao Chu's resilience, everyone was shocked again.

......

Thundered!

With a cold snort, the sky dome was once again pierced by criss-crossing ripples.

Ten punches!

Like an arrow breaking through the sky, the air was torn into shreds.

Thundered!

Thundered!

Thundered!

A loud bang fell, and behind Zhao Chu, there were terrifying pits shaken by the strong wind and waves everywhere.

This is just the aftermath of the air wave penetrating Zhao Chu and shocking.

78 punches left!

All of Zhao Chu's ribs were broken, and his chest was like a deep pit, and all his internal organs were misplaced.

Messy hair stained with blood danced in the air.

Zhao Chu was crumbling, and under this round of bombardment, he was injured three points more, but he hadn't fallen yet.

......

"Your ability is beyond the imagination of this emperor, if you don't kill you today, in another ten years, no one knows how far you will grow!"

Seeing that 20 punches did not kill Zhao Chu, the Golden Rat Emperor's eyes slowly narrowed together.

Under these 20 punches, the realm of Jindan should also be killed!

"How much can you see my abilities?"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the corners of Zhao Chu's mouth showed a hideous smile.

Meanwhile.

The third round of bombardment also came from all directions.

Humanity is truly understanding!

The Ultimate of Swords!

Chop!

Zhao Chu's pupils froze, and a 20,000-pound withered sword rose from the ground.

No defensive counteroffensive.

Facing Yuan Ying, Zhao Chu drew his sword head-on for the first time.

The sword curtain swept the air into a half-moon-shaped arc, and 10 transparent fist shadow ripples were actually half blocked by the sword arc training.

But to no avail.

After the 5th punch, the sword curtain collapsed.

From the 6th punch onwards, Zhao Chu's body was beaten into a sieve, and there were blood holes everywhere.

The 30th punch falls!

Zhao Chu bent over, his broken body was still standing stubbornly, like a sapling in a storm.

He's not dead.

"Yuanying, it's really strong. ”

Zhao Chu smiled bitterly in his heart.

It was only 30 punches, and he was already seriously injured.

There are 68 punches left.

The withered sword was constantly buzzing and trembling in Zhao Chu's palm, it was exhausted, and some of it couldn't support it.

At the beginning, Yuan Langtian said that the withered sword had some simple thinking.

When confronted with an existence that could destroy itself, the withered sword would fall into a self-protection mechanism and directly submerge into Zhao Chu's dantian.

This is also Yuan Langtian's selfishness.

The existence of the withered sword was to unify the Northern Realm and fight against the thousand-year-old calamity, and he was definitely unwilling to see the fall of the treasure.

"Old friend, accompany me to block ten more punches!"

A wisp of blood at the corner of his mouth converged into a blood line, which seemed to be a blood-colored bridge to death, draining Zhao Chu's vitality.

The ten punches of the fourth round came in an instant.

At this moment, Zhao Chu's palm was unprecedentedly firm.

The withered sword felt the will of his master, and he no longer trembled.

......

Outside!

Everyone was dumbfounded, and they all felt incredible.

Yuan Ying's blow, Zhao Chu carried a full 30 punches, and he could still stand, this kind of strength simply surpassed too many Jin Dan.

But it's normal.

Zhao Chu had already shown his strength to kill Jin Dan before.

A peerless sun, it's a pity.

......

"I deduced the quicksand in Zhao Chu's life clock, and I am not optimistic!"

At this time, Emperor Wu Mu Xia Xiansheng flicked his sleeves, and suddenly, a blue light illuminated the sun and the moon, and in the light curtain, a huge transparent ancient bell was sacrificed, and in the ancient bell, there was a lot of black sand.

These black sands continue to leak from the bottom of the ancient bell, leaking into the abyss, leaking towards death.

These quicksands are Zhao Chu's vitality.

As long as the black sand is completely empty, Zhao Chu's life will be declared over.

"Holy Seed?"

"Xia Xiansheng's yuan weapon can deduce a person's vitality and has never failed. ”

"That's right, the black sand in the Holy Seed is dry, even if you are a primordial infant, you will definitely die...... He once deduced the death of the Emperor Minglong, and he was not wrong at all!"

There was a lot of talking.

The appearance of the Holy Seed also counted down Zhao Chu's life and completely announced it in the eyes of everyone.

Within the Holy Seed, more than half of Zhao Chu's life quicksand has been swallowed up by the fear in the void.

......

Thundered!

At this time, the ten punches of the fourth round fell down.

The mountain collapsed and the ground cracked, and I stood still!

The sky is falling, and I am going against the wind!

Zhao Chu once again used a miracle to prove an ant's tenacious adherence to life!

The 40th punch falls!

Zhao Chu half-knelt on the ground, one arm bent at a strange angle, completely deformed.

Fortunately!

He's not dead yet.

Everyone looked up, and in the light curtain above, the black sand in the Holy Seed passed rapidly.

Zhao Chu's vitality was deprived of a large chunk again.

The roof leak happened to rain overnight.

The withered sword in Zhao Chu's palm also buzzed, and then disappeared without a trace.

Resisted 40 punches from Yuan Ying.

The withered sword's self-protection mechanism was triggered, and with one more blow, it would shatter, it did its best, and Zhao Chu was helpless!

If the withered sword can have a force of 500,000 catties, it is not afraid of Yuanying at all. It's a pity that it's the same as Zhao Chu, it's a baby at the moment, and it's still too weak.

"Hmph, little thief, that sword is gone, what are you going to use to resist?"

For the withered sword, the Golden Rat Demon felt extraordinary, and even he felt a trace of danger for no reason.

At this moment, the withered sword is finally gone!

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Zhao Chu swallowed a few more pills and stood up again.

"Humph!"

In the stunned pupils of the world, there were ten more punches, which fell mercilessly.

Many people's breathing has come to a standstill.

Without that sword, what could Zhao Chu hold again.

Jin Cangluo hindered the rescue of Duan Xuehan and the others, with a sneer on his face.

After thousands of calculations, this Zhao Chu is finally going to die.

"Huh?"

It's a pity that his sneer was fixed on his face in the next breath.

Meta device!

He felt a terrifying aura of the elemental weapon.

The source of the breath is in the realm circle of the Golden Rat Demon.

The breath of this elemental vessel...... Belongs to Zhao Chu.

......

Seeing the ten fists that destroyed the world and the earth roared, Zhao Chu pinched three pieces of Tianyuan Treasure in his palm.

In an instant, the debris burst into flames.

Burn!

Burn!

Burn!

Zhao Chu roared in his heart, like a desperate trapped beast, even if he died, he had to die out of the dignity of a king.

"No remorse!"

"The ...... of the Tiangang Sword Integrity!"

Without the withered sword, Zhao Chu's face was awe-inspiring, and his pupils were filled with hysterical madness.

He grasped the void in his palm, and it turned out to be from the void, slowly drawing out a transparent sword.

The sword body is simple, but it is full of uprightness.

On the body of the sword, there are countless dense names of heroes.

With a shake of the blade, the endless souls of integrity rose into the sky, like locusts in the sky, and they actually converged into a thick sword arc curtain.

The green light is shining, this is the rule formed by the convergence of faith and heroic soul.

"Heroes, help me survive this catastrophe!"

Thundered!

The terrifying bombardment finally fell again.

Suddenly, the piercing buzz sounded like someone scraping porcelain with their fingernails, which made the scalp tingle.

Endless names, like moths to a fire, swept towards the Ten Punches.

Under the terrifying bite of the locust, the 7 fists disappeared directly.

And the last 3 punches also shattered the Tiangang Sword that Zhao Chu burned out again.

Tiangang Sword!

It's a blow from the baby.

The 50th punch falls!

Zhao Chuqiqi was bleeding, and his eye sockets burst into a sea of blood.

He looked at the Golden Rat Emperor fiercely, and his bloody eyes seemed to be roaring a kind of roar from the weak to the strong: Lao Tzu, you are still alive.

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