Among the five elements of heaven and earth, the way of wood is the most vigorous and outward.

When the wood is verdant, it is the spring when the flowers bloom, the grass and trees grow, the wood gas breeds and multiplies, and the heaven and earth are full of vitality.

The opposite of the power of wood is the withering of plants and trees, the withering of flowers and trees, and the withering of heaven and earth.

The power of withering is interpreted to the extreme, and it goes straight to the power of death and silence in the underworld where all things decay and all beings die.

In the Dao Classics obtained by Chu Tian, the Dao of Wood had been deduced to the extreme, or rather, it had been deduced to the extreme of the Heavenly Court Great World, and there could be no change or derivation in the slightest. His dead wood mudra was all yellow, and a strong sense of dead silence spread, and countless monks seemed to see a vibrant world rapidly withering and collapsing.

The rhyme of the Tao was diffused, and the entire Canglan Mountain Mine Supervisor Yamen, which was wrapped in a sword curtain, was shrouded in this dead silence.

Countless monks were affected by the dead silence that spread out from Chu Tian's Great Mudra, and they inexplicably shed tears, as if they saw that their most important person or thing was rapidly being destroyed.

There are also monks who are weak and weak-willed, and their skin quickly shrivels and atrophies, and a large number of wrinkles appear on their skin. There were many beautiful nuns in their prime, whose watery faces were as wrinkled as dehydrated apples.

The monks who were affected nearby were all affected like this, and Luo Hu, who bore the brunt of the impact, was even more shocked, he raised his head in shock, and looked at the big handprint taken by Chu Tian, he seemed to see everything die, see the sky collapse and the earth crack, see the sea rotting, and see the stars falling......

All the scenes of decay in heaven and earth loomed in front of Luo Hu, his body trembled slightly, and his whole mind was controlled by this big mudra - in the final analysis, he had obtained the inheritance of the Senluo Sword Emperor, and he was now only a cultivator of the power of thirty-three tribulations, compared with the power of more than a thousand tribulations of Chutian, the gap was really far away.

He was almost powerless to resist before Chu Tian's big mudra took control of his mind, and everyone saw that Luo Hu's cheeks were rapidly drying up and withering, and countless surroundings appeared. Luo Hu's tall and burly body also suddenly slumped, and his tall waist fell down, like an old man in his last years.

The vitality is passing rapidly, and the idea of life is also rapidly dissipating.

Luo Hu's heart was dead silent, he inexplicably gave birth to a sense of depression, to put it bluntly, he didn't want to live.

Let his life pass, Luo Hu slowly raised his head, looked at Chu Tian's big handprint expressionlessly, and a trace of extremely sad smile appeared on the corner of his mouth - he muttered to himself, "In this life, there seems to be nothing worth recalling!"

Seeing Luo Hu's performance like this, countless monks cheered in unison.

'Tiger Dali' rolled up from the ground in embarrassment, and when he saw Luo Hu's expression, 'Tiger Dali' couldn't help laughing out loud: "Which senior made a move? Well done! This official will definitely play a song to the peak, and he will be rewarded heavily!"

High in the air, countless fragments of the Darkhorn Clan's brood fell from the sky with smoke, fire, and plasma. Countless corpse fragments of the Underhorn Clan were mixed with a torrential downpour of blood and water that smashed down from the air.

In the blood and water in the sky, 'Tiger Dali' and countless monks were laughing in unison, and there was darkness between heaven and earth, only Chu Tian's big handprint emitted a strong dry yellow glow, and the heaven and earth were filled with death, such a scene was extremely secret.

Luo Hu's eyebrows suddenly had a terrifying sword light rushing into the sky, and a transparent figure rushed out from Luo Hu's eyebrows, this person was holding a three-foot short sword, and a sword slash out at hand was a sword light that tore through the sky, smashing Chu Tian's bitter wood handprint with a sword.

This transparent figure was suspended above Chu Tian's head, and the sword light around his body cracked into the air, tearing the void into black cracks.

This sword is fierce and domineering to the extreme, just like the Senluo Sword Domain suspended in the air, giving people a strong sense of coercion that is not invaded by all laws and is not close to all evils.

Luo Hu shuddered violently, he suddenly woke up after being completely controlled by the deadwood mudra, and his desperate state of mind was suddenly shattered, and countless treasures and countless pretty women appeared in front of Luo Hu's eyes again!

"Treasures, resources, women, eat fragrant, drink spicy! Lao Tzu wants to live! Lao Tzu wants to live happily! Lao Tzu wants to eat and drink well every day, Lao Tzu wants to a hundred women every day! Hahaha, it's you high-ranking female cultivators, Lao Tzu wants to kill you alive!"

Luo Hu's eyes were full of fierceness, and he roared hysterically, vividly interpreting the unbearable face of an outburst low-level scoundrel.

He grabbed a girl in a red dress who was closest to him, and tore off most of her long skirt with a 'snort', revealing a large area of snow-white and crystalline flesh.

The girl in the red dress screamed, Luo Hu laughed wildly, grabbed the girl's neck with both hands, grabbed her slender waist with the other, and lifted her above her head violently.

"People travel thousands of miles, just to seek wealth, who dares to resist, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!" Luo Hu violently shook the girl's slender and weak body, and hissed and laughed wildly.

Just now, because of Luo Hu's distraction, the reaction speed of the huge puppet army around him was much slower.

Now that Luo Hu was suddenly out of the grip of Chu Tian's deadwood big mudra, thousands of sword puppets hovering in the air roared in unison, and the long sword in his hand swung with Dao sword light, roaring towards Chu Tian and killing him.

It was still the strange but powerful sword array, and the sword lights overlapped one after another, doubling, quadruple, eight, and sixteen times the power. With a flick of his fingers, a frenzy of sword light tens of thousands of zhang long and more than a hundred zhang wide roared wildly and smashed down on Chu Tian's head.

The many scattered cultivators around Chu Tian roared in unison, the sword light was still thousands of zhang away from their bodies, and the all-destroying Sen Luo sword intent contained in the sword light blasted into their bodies, rushed into their divine souls, and destroyed their souls and bodies at the same time.

Tens of thousands of scattered cultivators burst out in unison, and clouds of blood mist sprayed in all directions, Chu Tian was splashed with blood all over his face, and a trace of blood hit him, all like small swords stabbed on his body, making a dense 'dong dong' sound, like a summer night rainstorm slashing at a banana tree.

Luo Hu's cultivation is not as good as Chu Tian, but how can he also be a master of the realm of heaven and man, and the puppet army beside him is even more lethal, and the aftermath of a casual blow is not something that these casual cultivators can withstand.

Chu Tian let out a low roar, he rubbed his hands, and suddenly countless withered yellow leaves erupted from his palms, and pieces of leaves carrying a strong sense of death flew up into the sky, turning into a whirlpool of dead leaves with a diameter of tens of thousands of zhang and blocking the sword light.