The bloody Beichuan Jin's body was thrown into the distance like a sandbag, allowing the blood to sway in mid-air, merging with the chaotic flying snowflakes and falling towards the earth.

The flames in the sky are sprinkled and the blood-colored snowflakes complement each other, forming a strange and poignant picture.

The vibration of the space made Beichuan Jin Neifu extremely injured, otherwise he would not be so embarrassed, and Wu Zihao, who withdrew from Qianzhang, was also affected by a lot of impact, how powerful the power of this space is, he can only continue to retreat, and at this moment, Beichuan Jin, who is looking thousands of zhang away, is also a little helpless, and he can't detain him at the first time.

There are still subtle fluctuations in the space that has not completely subsided, and such a space is definitely not suitable for casting the teleportation technique, otherwise one will be drowned in the rift of space if one is not careful.

With a step on his feet, he walked in the air, rushed towards Beichuan Jin, and with a wave of his hand, golden thunder spread out from his body, and it had condensed into a hundred-zhang long thunder chain between his beards, and bundled Beichuan Jin with the sound of space exploding.

The green silk fluttered in the wind, but the red blood ruined the beauty of the moment.

Beichuan Jin's injuries were not light, and he mobilized the qi and blood essence in his body, so he barely exerted more power than he could control, but even so, after all, he temporarily escaped from the flame cage, and the door was opened, and whether he could escape from the ascension to heaven next still depends on his own courage.

After a short pause, the body also got a breath of time to recover, and the flesh and blood of a strong person who has reached the level of Martial Emperor have reached a considerable degree of toughness, even if it is only a short breath of time, it can also allow them to adjust and recover their bodies to a certain extent.

Seeing Wu Zihao rushing through the sky at great speed, Beichuan Jin suddenly woke up from the joy just now, she had not completely escaped the death threat.

"It's come to this point, I can't give up!"

Beichuan Jin roared irritably in his heart, and at the same time, he immediately adjusted his body at the moment when he was less than ten feet away from the ground, stepped into the void, and immediately stopped his body falling at a rapid speed.

Looking at the golden thunder chains entwined in mid-air, Beichuan Jin also cursed in his heart, the strength shown by Wu Zihao was too strong, and it was unheard of for a mere mid-level martial emperor to have such a strong strength.

Retreat, without hesitation!

The thunder chain that avoided asking for his life was also scratched, and a pitch-black scorch mark was suddenly left on his shoulder, and even a trace of thunder pierced into the flesh and blood, and countless qi and blood instantly turned into nothingness when they touched it, and the blood and qi were extremely depleted.

"Boy, you have to be forgiving and forgiving, don't you really want me to fight with you?" Beichuan Jin panicked, broke through the air and escaped quickly, and instantly moved a hundred zhang distance, but this could not give her any sense of security at all.

Wu Zihao's movement speed is so fast, not to mention the teleportation technique, even if he is a martial saint-level master, it is also difficult to get rid of his pursuit, which is his particularly confident strength.

The fierce hunter is extremely pleased with the prey that shows a panicked expression, and there is nothing more pleasant than watching his prey flee powerlessly.

"If you don't die today, when you recover from your injuries, where is there still a place to live!" Wu Zihao enjoyed this feeling a little, and constantly whipped Beichuan Jin with thunder chains, aggravating her injuries little by little, just waiting for the other party's blood and qi to be exhausted, it was the moment to completely capture this half-step Martial Saint.

Constantly eroded by the power of thunder, and fleeing as fast as possible, Beichuan Jin's qi and blood power was quickly consumed, Rao was so, she still held the hope of being able to escape and ascend to heaven.

Beichuan Jin's injury was not light, and he seemed to understand Wu Zihao's methods, so he could only shout unwillingly: "Boy, I can guarantee that I will never settle accounts with you in the future, I swear by the honor of my Beichuan family, and I can still give you endless glory and wealth!"

Wu Zihao still smiled indifferently: "Beichuan family, I don't know, I only eat the weak, what is the use of the glory of the family, what does the honor of your Beichuan family have to do with me!"

"Bastard!" Beichuan Jin roared angrily: "My Beichuan family is also a famous family in the northern part of the mainland, how can you slander it, since you really want to fight with me to the death, then I will die with you, let you know what is the honor of my Beichuan family!"

To Wu Zihao's surprise, this Beichuan Jin finally became angry after escaping for dozens of miles, and his pale and bloodless cheeks revealed the determination to fight to the death.

Of course, Wu Zihao doesn't know where this Beichuan Jin's courage comes from, glory, on this Shifang Continent, is the target pursued by countless people, just a simple reason, but it can make countless people succeed one after another, perhaps it is this inexplicable sense of family glory that has allowed countless powerful family-like empires to be established on this continent.

"Is the tired prey finally aware of his powerlessness?" Wu Zihao whispered to himself: "Unconsciously I have touched the existence of the highest level in this world, a half-step martial saint, it is really full of expectations!"

Wu Zihao was naturally a little excited, a powerhouse who stepped into the Martial Saint level with half a foot, whether it was here or back in this world, was a powerful help, and it was of great help to what he wanted to do.

Dozens of minutes of chasing have exhausted Beichuan Jin's physical strength, but Wu Zihao has completely recovered from his previous injuries, and all the death power in his body has completely dissipated, and the huge vitality he needs has also recovered to his peak state in the chase.

At this moment, Wu Zihao and this Beichuan Jin are fighting, there is no possibility of losing at all, the only thing to be careful about is that the dog jumps off the wall, the last hole card of Beichuan Jin.

A half-step martial saint-level powerhouse, once he fights back desperately, he definitely has terrifying power, which is why Wu Zihao has been reluctant to force his hand to suppress Beichuan Jin, it is not easy to kill, let alone suppress.

The wind and snow are still there, this snowy area has been a white world for I don't know how many years, the ice and snow have not melted for thousands of years, and there is no human trace at all, here, only belongs to the ice and snow, and there are those unknown monsters hidden in the shadows.

Nalu Peak, which occupies an important mountain range in the east of the Ten Directions Continent, is not only extremely vast, but also has a huge rich demon beast resources.

Treasures, monsters, and all kinds of rare materials can be found here completely, I don't know how many hunting regiments have set foot in this forbidden area of human beings, and I don't know how many people have left their bodies here, and there is nothing else for it, only wealth.

In the huge wind and snow, Wu Zihao could only vaguely see the huge mountain range that connected to the sky in the distance, even if he had not yet reached the real Nalu main peak, he could judge the majesty and hideousness of the mountain peak just from those vague ones.

Wu Zihao, who didn't take the lead, looked at Beichuan Jin quietly, relying on the strength of the body creation technique, which was enough for him to be ten percent sure that he would defeat the half-step martial saint in front of him and become a big help for him to dominate the world.