If it was just these injuries, it would not have made Wu Zihao fail miserably, but because he was forcibly squeezed out of the void, his body was torn by the power of the void, and he was almost annihilated in the dark void. Ranwen? ?? ．?ｒ?ａ?ｎ?? ｅ?ｎ `ｏｒｇ

Covered with lacerations and wounds, blood flowed out like no money, just like a bloody man, and Wu Zihao's head was even more cold sweat, although it was only for a moment, but the darkness left an eternal imprint, nothingness, a piece of darkness, as if the world had never existed, everything was just a false fantasy.

Ignoring the severe pain on his body, he glanced at the afterglow and had already judged a suitable place to escape.

Teleportation!

The space is already unstable, fortunately it is also on the verge of explosion, relying on the tenacity of the body, it is still forcibly shuttled through the void, but the body has to bear much heavier than before.

Wu Zihao, who was covered in blood, suddenly appeared a thousand meters away, which can be regarded as temporarily breaking out of the blockade of the people of the fairy world.

This time it made these people in the fairy world dumbfounded, and the person who fought with Wu Zihao was even more dumbfounded, the sword just now was already his real ability, as an eight-rank earth immortal, he was very sure that the sword just now was enough to kill a first-grade human immortal.

But such a sword still allowed Wu Zihao to escape, otherwise the sword just now, even if he was immortal, Wu Zihao would have to suffer a great blow, and there would be no chance to escape from the encirclement.

This time, not only the young man who fought with Wu Zihao, but also the few people from the fairy world on the route that Wu Zihao escaped, his face was red and white for a while, and in their eyes, this teleportation technique was simply a child's game, without the slightest hidden space.

But in this way, it still allowed Wu Zihao to escape from the encirclement, not because of how strong he was, but because of the pride and carelessness of the people in the fairy world.

Wu Zihao, who was lucky enough to pick up a life, didn't dare to look back, endured the sharp pain of the flesh and blood bursting, and simply released the teleportation technique one after another regardless of life and death, and with just a few breaths, he had completely disappeared into the darkness, leaving the people in the fairy world dumbfounded.

"That kid, a man from the nether?"

The young man who had fought with Wu Zihao still didn't hold back, and asked with a dumbfounded face.

The person from the Immortal Realm who had been standing quietly in the distance before also flew over, his brows were furrowed, and he said in surprise: "This is strange, the Nether Realm Cultivator can have such a means, even if he has the body of a descendant of the Vulcan Clan, it is extremely difficult to continue to perform the teleportation technique, could it be that the kid's divine soul is already so powerful that it is comparable to that of a true immortal?"

"It's not possible!"

The previous young man said in a cold voice: "I fought just now, that nether monk should be among the earth immortals, but I don't know which realm it is, dare to be so arrogant, if I know it, I will definitely let that realm monk disappear completely!"

"Hmph, you still think about how to clean up that kid, even the Broken God Cone was snatched away by that kid, if you let the elders of the sect know, it is estimated that your qualification will be cancelled!"

The people from the fairy world at the head didn't say much, but after a word of warning, they immediately turned around and left, and took the rest of the people from the fairy world into the air one after another, leaving the young man who fought with Wu Zihao.

The young man's expression was grim for a while, he gritted his teeth, and roared in a low voice: "What are you proud of, villain, how did you get the things you handed in, and you are embarrassed to shout, when I am above you one day, the deity will definitely let you garrison the Immortal Demon River!"

The young man's gloom quickly dissipated, but he stared at the direction of Wu Zihao's escape, and he looked even more cold and cruel, and said in a dark voice: "The ants of the nether realm also dare to provoke the authority of this immortal, this time let me be so ugly, when I catch you, I will extract my soul and refine the corpse, and all the monks of your realm will sink into the sea of ghosts, and they will never be able to live forever!"

Offended the immortals of the fairy realm, if this is transmitted back to the human realm, I don't know how many monks will be frightened, it is the immortals of the upper realm.

Wu Zihao, who released six or seven teleportation techniques in a row, was in an extremely bad state at the moment, not only did his flesh and blood collapse too much, but even his divine soul was a little shaken.

This place of exile is too weird, not only have people from all walks of life arrived, but even these people seem to be coming here deliberately, just like Yellen and the others in the Bright Continent.

Gathering his breath, he released more than a dozen small spells one after another, and then he hid his breath and fled quickly in one direction, almost at the moment when his body was about to completely collapse, he found a seemingly calm river and plunged into it.

This river water looks no different from ordinary water flow, but in Wu Zihao's eyes, it is not like this, under the eyes of breaking the law, between the flow of this river, there are countless black gases escaping from it, almost a demonic existence, and it is extremely easy to hide people's traces.

Entering the bottom of the water, Wu Zihao immediately felt the coldness of the river, and there was an extremely secret demonic qi constantly invading his body, you must know that he had also studied the white-haired purgatory evil scriptures, and he also had a certain understanding of demonic energy.

This huge river, which is a hundred feet wide, can still escape such a pure demonic energy, even if it is not a powerful demon, it must be some kind of amazing demonic weapon.

If his body is in good condition, Wu Zihao will definitely go to visit, but the injury is too serious at the moment, and he doesn't have the experience to run to provoke anything else, the only thing to do is to recover from his injury quickly, otherwise once the people of the fairy world chase him, he will not have the ability to parry.

After releasing a few simple prohibitions, Wu Zihao sat down cross-legged with peace of mind, looked at his already tattered body, shook his head and chose to give up, and at the same time summoned the huge cold stone throne.

Suddenly, Wu Zihao found that the death qi on this stone seat had been extremely dense, and these dead qi were left over from every time he used the body creation technique, if it weren't for this stone seat, just the moment the body creation technique was completed, the huge death qi generated was enough to make the caster really dry up and die little by little.

With a long sigh of relief, Wu Zihao still slowly walked onto the stone seat, sat down slowly, Yuan Ying left the body, and directly thundered to collapse and annihilate the body, and then the body creation technique was immediately released, and the collapsed flesh and blood were gathered again with the soul body, and the body was reshaped in just one breath.

The resulting dead qi continued to flow into the stone seat, and as Wu Zihao's strength improved, the dead qi released by each body creation technique became more and more intense, and this stone seat seemed to have become a lifeless object.

Wu Zihao, who has regained his peak strength, is interested in studying this stone seat, it is said that this thing is only the thing of the strongest general-level powerhouse in the dead world back then, and now that Wu Zihao's strength is complete, it is very easy to calculate the true strength of the general-level powerhouse.

The general-level powerhouse is only the level of the peak of the high-level martial emperor, and the level of the demon venerable in the spirit world is about the same, even if it is strong, it should not exceed the level of the martial saint, the difference between the two levels is too great, and it cannot be compared at all.

It is absolutely impossible for a mere peak martial emperor to create such a technique as the Body Creation Technique, and the only possibility is that the general-level powerhouse also inherited others to obtain this stone seat.

Thinking of these secrets about the worlds, Wu Zihao could only choose to give up, after all, he only knew the truth of this matter, and even the affairs of the human world were only just a little clueless, where was there time to care about the affairs of the death world.

Raising his hand, he put away the stone seat, and before he could remove the prohibition, a violent vibration had already been transmitted.

Bang!

A large amount of river water poured in, and the forbidden space was filled with sea water in an instant.

"Boy, I seem to have smelled something very special just now, if I'm not mistaken, I'm afraid you're the only one new in this Burial Spirit River, right?"

The sudden voice was extremely bantering, and there was an indescribable coldness.

Wu Zihao raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect that there were still powerful guys here, who could find his prohibition, and he could enter it, and even break it easily, which was not something that Emperor Wu's level cultivation could do.

Wu Zihao turned around slowly, and then he saw a figure walking in from the outside, saying that it was a person, but it was better to say that it was a fish, a very vicious and frightening fish.

The ghost thing that came, if it weren't for the words, Wu Zihao would really think of it as some kind of demon beast, but even so, at the moment, I am afraid that only the things in the demon world are its identity.

"Demon Clan?"

Wu Zihao looked at the guy in front of him coldly, with a long fish tail, and a sharp and hideous fins on his back, which were no less sharp than any weapon, a huge body of ten meters, and bulging muscles, his arms were even more exposed, his dark body seemed to be beaten by iron, and his hideous and vicious face was densely covered with fish scales.

Ugly!

The fish-man didn't seem to see Wu Zihao's hostility, but continued: "Everything in the Funeral Spirit River belongs to me, even if it is your soul, it is also my food, now, tell me, human, what is that thing just now, such a huge and dead thing, it is definitely not something you should master!"

Wu Zihao's eyes narrowed, and sure enough, this ghost thing was still coming towards the stone seat, and after careful perception, he found that the strength of this fishman was extremely strong, and the strength of his blood was comparable to that of a martial saint, and even the divine soul was also powerful.

Under this powerful flesh and blood body, there is an extremely amazing power, I am afraid that it is not under the Huosha clan, this demon realm fishman who suddenly appeared, the strength is at least above the human immortals, and it may be stronger.

With a sigh, Wu Zihao understood why this place of exile was so famous, since he entered this place, what he saw and heard was beyond the scope of what he could accept, if he hadn't guessed it himself, I am afraid that what he saw today was enough to overwhelm him.

In addition to humanity, there are also the existence of all the worlds, these people are all enemies of the humane line, and there is no one who does not want to completely fall the humane line, and forever become a place for hunting, and become an eternal, obedient slave.

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