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The Wu people who were familiar with Wushan began to think about it, considering whether Wushan's daily practice was because something went wrong, so that the root of the disease had accumulated, and it was not manifested until now.

But no matter how much they think, they can't find the problem.

Wu Kui, who was in charge of guiding his cultivation, faced the inquiring eyes of many Wu people, retorted with a red face, and kept telling that there would be no problems with Wushan's cultivation, but no matter how much he explained, no one wanted to believe it.

Especially when they understood the complicated relationship between Wu Kui and Ning Fei, everyone was angry in their hearts.

After listening to some gossip, everyone's anger has turned into anger, if it weren't for the rational existence of a monk, Wu Kui would have been taken down by many Wu people at this moment, and he would be deeply tortured.

These people covered almost all the people of the Wu clan, young people, middle-aged people, old people, ordinary people, elders, hidden elders, Wu Kui felt a huge pressure, and the elders who had shown a group of amiable spirits before were all looking at him with judgment, like facing a child who did not distinguish between right and wrong and did something wrong.

At this moment, Wu Kui seemed to have returned to his childhood, facing the instigation and accusations of adults and elders all day long, and his heart was constantly surging with loneliness, desperate to find someone who could stand by his side and support him.

His gaze was turned around, but it was difficult to find anyone, although he knew the importance of Wushan to the Wu Clan, he did not expect it to be so extraordinary.

Suddenly, his eyes noticed a little suspicion, it was Wu Yuan, the leader of the Wu Clan.

As if grasping a life-saving straw, Wu Kui looked at Wu Yuan eagerly.

"Is it the previous backlash?" Wu Yuan seemed to think of something, and a blue light appeared in his eyes.

"Retaliation?" Not only the Wu people, but also the monks who came here thought of the thin curtain that stood at the end of the immortal steps before Ning Fei's immortal steps appeared on the last step.

Ning Fei couldn't break the thin curtain for a long time, and it was broken with the help of Wushan's power, and after that, Wushan was strongly counterattacked, and then it seemed that he was not harmed, and everyone didn't take it to heart.

Now it seems that this is just Wushan's continuous suppression.

"Indeed, such a powerful counterattack was too strong for Wushan, who was suppressed at that time. Among the elders of the Wu Palace, some people affirmed and cast embarrassed glances at Wu Kui, who was misunderstood by them.

The Wu people who had their doubts solved breathed a sigh of relief, and they also cast such a gaze at Wu Kui, nothing more.

"This shouldn't be, Wushan's ability is the old man knows best, even if that kind of backlash causes harm to him, it will only heal in a short time, and it can't just be suppressed. The first person to speak out against it was none other than Wu Kui, who was misunderstood, his expression was excited, his face was flushed, and he was almost dripping blood.

Everyone in the Wu clan only thought that Wu Kui was venting their hearts, and they all turned their heads with disdain, ignoring Wu Kui who was still shouting loudly.

Another mouthful of blood spit out, and a strange layer of dark yellow appeared on Wushan's face, like a layer of wax, his breath was greatly reduced, and the figures of those giants began to shake, as if they were about to dissipate with the wind.

Anyone who sees the scene in front of him understands that the current Wushan is no longer suitable for continuing to fight, but he himself has a firm gaze, and his strength is still rolling out, not only struggling to suppress the wounds, but also constantly maintaining the many giants that are about to collapse.

"Now you and I can't continue to fight. Ning Fei frowned.

"It's not over yet. Wu Shan didn't care about himself at all, just looked at those staggering giants, "Although the power is strong, it is too scattered, so let's concentrate it." ”

The giants disappeared in an instant, gathering into a thick cloud of light, from which a large piece fell off and entered Wushan's body in an instant.

As if it had been replenished, Wushan's complexion recovered, and the aura of his body also returned to its previous heyday.

"What is he doing, taking back some of his strength to suppress the injury, and the little strength he has left, can he continue to fight with the true one god? After all, there were so many gods just now, and they can only be evenly matched with the true one god. ”

Many monks exclaimed, thinking that Wushan was going to make a final struggle, but Ning Fei didn't think so.

Wushan can evolve many gods, it seems that the power is vast and huge, but in fact, it is only a complete dispersion of the power, although those gods are all superb gods, but it is impossible to be equal to the real kind of god power, there is always a part of the difference.

It seems to know this, Wushan has always used the advantage of quantity to make up for the lack of essence.

After some of the power of that cloud of light was recovered by Wushan, the rest was almost identical to the true god, and Ning Fei felt the interactive fusion of power from it.

Those forces that were once scattered are undergoing subtle changes.

A trilling sound appeared, and the cloud of light quickly condensed, turning into a giant again.

It was like a hunter in the mountains, with a rough and resolute countenance, but with his eyes closed and muscles as if they were about to explode, he was bare-chested, and only a circle of animal skins was around his waist.

I can't tell what kind of animal skin it is, and the special texture of that kind makes people feel all kinds of creatures in it, and it seems that all the powerful fairy birds and beasts appear on it, not only that, but there are many creatures that everyone has not seen at all.

The roar came from the animal skin on his waist, and the phantoms of fairy birds and beasts rushed out, surrounding the giant, as if this animal skin was made by the giant who had hunted countless birds and beasts and sacrificed them with their fur.

A chaotic mist rose from all around him, causing the phantoms to disappear from time to time, and a deep power gradually stirred within the giant. It was like the sky cracking, and it seemed that thunder sounded from his heart, and the giant opened his eyes, and it was a chaos that seemed to break through the heavens and the earth, and a breath above everything flowed from his body.

"Could this be the true appearance of the Mixed Yuan Divine Appearance?" Ning Fei felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Not only him, but many monks below, as well as many elders of the Witch Palace, all had the same idea in their hearts.

Although the elders of the Witch Hall have tried their best to cultivate Wushan, they have never seen the true appearance of the Mixed Yuan Divine Appearance, and even if they know that he has the Mixed Yuan Divine Appearance, what they see is only a cloud of light.

The reason why he thinks that it is the Mixed Yuan Divine Appearance is because he can evolve many divine appearances, but he has never known what the Mixed Yuan Divine Appearance is, and the former sages only speculated that this divine appearance may exist, but he failed to speculate the fundamental appearance of the divine appearance.

"Could it be that the light cloud I saw before was just because his realm was not enough, this god ......" Wu Kui suddenly saw the light and shadow of a giant axe quietly appearing in the giant's hand, it was just a flash in the pan, but he understood that as long as the giant axe was swung and no one resisted, it seemed that even heaven and earth could be split with one blow.

"It seems to be a groundbreaking deity. "The many monks were shocked, even more shocked than they saw the battle between the saint and the saint.