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An Zheng was confused for a moment, and then was forced back to reality by the desperate situation in front of him. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoUnder the siege of more than a dozen Sumeru realm powerhouses whose cultivation realm is higher than him, it is a miracle that he has not used the gloomy sword left by Xu Meidai to hold on to it until now. If it were someone else, I don't know how many times I would have died. Each of those assassins is a good killer, and unlike those Sumeru realm powerhouses in the cultivation sect, these assassins do not attack to win, nor do they practice to pursue any avenue, their purpose is to kill people.

Therefore, if a cultivator of the same level faced off against such a killer, seven or eight times out of ten he would be killed. Because ordinary cultivators don't kill so many people to train their own means of killing, but these killers are different, and their daily practice is also to kill people. They know the human body better than the vast majority of cultivators, and they are more ruthless than the vast majority of cultivators.

These people are the dead soldiers of the Empress Dowager Su.

Every person in a higher position, even if he is very strict with his family, always gives the most generous remuneration to the dead soldiers he raises. Because only in this way can the dead play the greatest role at critical times. No matter what kind of person Empress Dowager Su is, she knows how to cultivate and use these dead soldiers more than many people. Just like the first batch of dead soldiers who rushed to the South Gate Tower just now, their fate may have been doomed long ago, even if Mu Changyan was just a puppet, but there were still masters around him.

In order to attract Mu Changyan's guards, those dead soldiers knew that if they went, they would die or pounce, of course, not only because the Empress Dowager Su gave them a good reward, but also because some of their lifeblood was in the hands of the Empress Dowager Su, such as their family.

The dozen or so killers who besieged An Zheng in this matter were already in their hands, and to be honest, they didn't believe that An Zheng could hold out for so long before they made a move.

The assassin at the head had some anger in his eyes: "Hurry up and finish, the guards of the Tianji Palace will fight back in a while, and if you can't do what you have explained above, you and I will die." ”

The killers heard the order and began to intensify their attack.

At this moment, each of them faintly heard the sound of a heavy bronze door being dragged open by a large scale. A few people even subconsciously looked around, looking for the source of the voice, they couldn't imagine that the voice was from An Zheng's dantian qi sea.

The door opens.

Although it was only opened up again, for An Zheng's accumulation of several years in the Heaven-Defying Seal, what kind of terrifying power would it be? The power borrowed by that dry corpse returned to An Zheng's body. At this moment, the blood bead bracelet on An Zheng's right wrist is glorious!

At this moment, An Zheng's slightly familiar voice sounded again.

It's been nearly five years since you practiced, and you don't even have a powerful exercise of your own, you're really an out-and-out idiot. You should know very well that no matter how miraculous the exercises you remember, they are not exclusive to you. Those exercises are so miscellaneous that they affect your concentration...... Young people, the whole of cultivation is not just inheriting everything from the predecessors, but also creating it. Those who know how to create are the real strong.

The sound stopped abruptly and never came again.

But these words were like thunder in An Zheng's mind.

Oh, yes...... Not only is it the current Anzheng, when he was promoted to the head of the Great Ximing Law Division in his previous life, all his strength was also inherited from his predecessors. An Zheng suddenly understood why he couldn't break through the realm after reaching the peak of the Little Heaven Realm in his previous life, it was because he lacked a pioneering confidence. There is always a voice deep down that tells you that you can't surpass your predecessors. But in fact, which of those peerless powerhouses who really left their names in history is not pioneering?

"What is my word?"

An Zheng's eyes brightened: "I can't think of it for the time being, then I will find my way in the fight again and again." ”

He threw a punch that looked so ordinary that even a three-year-old could throw it forward. But the power brought out by this punch is so terrifying. An Zheng felt that what burst out of his fist style was not the power of cultivation, but an angry dragon that had been imprisoned for too long!

The furious force directly tore the assassin of the Sumeru realm closest to him to pieces, this assassin's realm was obviously higher than An Zheng before, but when he realized that An Zheng's punch he couldn't block it, it was too late. That power has surpassed Sumeru and has reached a whole new level...... The Realm of Imprisoned Desire!

The so-called imprisoned desire is to control one's desires and concentrate on cultivation. Those who are truly strong basically can't find their own way before the realm of imprisoned desire. Only when you reach the realm of imprisoned desires, your state of mind is completely peaceful, and all your desires are imprisoned, can you truly discover the direction you should be looking for.

At this moment, An Zheng felt that he understood what he was pursuing.

That's righteousness.

His mind couldn't help but think of what Nie Qing had said to him before...... If everyone is an iron army, they will be invincible. If everyone is an iron man, then the world is righteous.

This punch blasted out the righteousness in An Zheng's heart.

Even though the Assassin was very strong, his heart was uncertain, uneven, and unbright. All the darkness in his heart has become fragile under this righteousness.

The figure of the Assassin gradually disappeared, and then was completely torn to shreds by the force of the Anzheng. Not only this assassin alone, but those assassins in front of An Zheng were like shadows under the scorching sun, ice and snow under the sun, smiling quickly. In the bright light, the bodies of those people gradually turned into black shadows, and in the absolute light, the black shadows would surely disappear.

One, two, three, four......

It's just that in an instant, half of An Zheng's opponent was killed by his punch. It was a desirable and fearsome light, under which all the filth and all the squalor had no chance left.

The Assassin who was a little farther away turned and ran away when he saw that the situation was not good, and even the leader of the Assassins, who had also reached the realm of Prisoner Desire, was terrified at this moment. He didn't understand why An Zheng had suddenly become so powerful, so strong that even he didn't have the courage to fight An Zheng. It all came so suddenly, they weren't prepared at all, and even if they were, they couldn't stop such a force.

An Zheng, covered in blood, straightened up, his hair danced wildly in the hurricane, and his eyes were incomparably bright, because he gradually saw his own way!

He took a step forward, and it looked like it was just a simple step. But for those Assassins, it was like a thousand miles. Originally, they thought that they still had a chance to escape, but after this step, An Zheng had completely surpassed them and imprisoned them. They didn't even have a chance to turn around and escape, and at this moment, it seemed that there was only a struggle between heaven and earth.

"Fight!"

One of the assassins roared, then threw a punch forward with all his might. That feeling is like a praying mantis raising its arms to block the wheels that are running over.

The moment his fist made contact with An Zheng's power, his arm began to melt. The unstoppable melting, even if he immediately tried to withdraw his arm, it wouldn't help. His arm melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into water, and then evaporating again in an instant, leaving nothing left. First his fists, then his arms, his shoulders, his head, his whole body, melted like a snowman.

"This ...... No way!"

The leader of the assassins, relying on his cultivation in the realm of imprisoned desire, concentrated all his strength and blasted it in the direction behind him, but the strongest blow seemed to be smashed into the sea, and it was not powerful at all. The sea is still the sea, even though his cultivation power can set off a wave, but after the wave, the sea water rushes back even more fiercely.

He felt a suffocation in his heart, maybe it was the feeling of death.

The bodies of the remaining Assassins were also gradually disappearing, and the most terrifying thing was that they were still conscious in the process of disappearing. The fear of watching a part of their body begin to disappear and being powerless to stop it is indescribable. Before they died, it was as if they had fallen into the most terrible hell and endured the harshest and most ferocious torture.

"Don't!"

One man wailed, and he watched as half of his body turned into pieces and then vanished. In the process, he even saw his own internal organs exposed, and his heart still beating.

The leader of the Assassins sensed despair, he did not expect that a teenager would unleash such terrifying power.

"You...... Who the hell is it?!"

He roared towards Anzheng, a dying roar.

An Zheng became more and more calm, his hair slowly fell from the wild dance, and the terrifying ferocity in his eyes disappeared. His body was still covered with blood and wounds, and his face was still white and terrifying, but at this moment, he was like a true judge...... That's right, the Assassin leader suddenly had the illusion in his heart that An Zheng was a judge.

I don't know why, at this moment, the Assassin Leader's mind couldn't help but think of all the evil things he had done before. The evil things that he thought he would never care about seemed to be transformed into a yaksha in his mind. No matter how big or small, every time he thinks of something, an extra yaksha comes to his mind, and these yaksha give all the punishment to himself.

"Ahh

The leader of the Assassins was terrified by what he saw, and he finally understood why he couldn't resist the forces of the fight, and that was because he was on trial.

But he was unwilling to die like this, and the ferocity accumulated over the years of doing evil made him choose to die together at the last moment.

"I'm going to pull you even if I die!"

The leader of the assassins roared wildly, and then gathered all his power from the sea of dantian qi into his hands. He rushed towards An Zheng's fist, pushing forward with both hands as if it were an evil god.

"It is better to be afraid than to have all kinds of evil in your heart, and you have been defeated. ”

An Zheng's fist suddenly erupted with a dazzling light, and his fist turned into a sun, that kind of light is not at all something that human eyes can bear, and that kind of power is not at all something that any evil can stop. The darkness was completely dispelled at this moment, and the sun, which represented the power of light, was transferred from the sky to An Zheng's hand, and he held the light in his hand.

The sun and the evil god collide.

The god was reduced to ashes, and the leader of the Assassins vanished.

There was an emptiness in front of An Zheng, and with just one punch, more than a dozen powerhouses in the realm of Sumeru plus a powerhouse who had already stepped into the realm of prison desire were all destroyed.

This is the way of peace, and this is the power that belongs to peace.

After this punch, An Zheng also seemed to be drained of all his strength, his legs were weak, and he squatted down involuntarily. He held the ground with one hand, and his eyes gradually became clear...... He went from the world of light to the world of reality.