Wei Zhen was immersed in the soul power space, and the moment the golden light was touched by the soul consciousness, it turned into a silent image that appeared in his mind.

In the video, a sturdy man with a naked upper body, refined muscles like iron, and a short black jacket on the lower body, with a handful of long hair simply tied behind his head, this man's face is not real, as if he glanced at Wei Zhen's two soul senses, and his right fist was suddenly raised, and a punch smashed directly and simply into the rocky ground under his feet.

The punch didn't seem to have much force, but the tight fist easily pierced the rocks on the ground, and the cracks spread in all directions like ripples on the surface of the water.

When Wei Zhen only felt a shock in the soul power space, the man had already raised his fist, his body rushed with lightning, and another punch hit the empty space in front of him with great speed.

The picture in the video seemed to be frozen, as if frozen, and where the man landed his fist, there was a deep depression in the void.

"This-" Wei Zhen was dumbfounded, almost forgetting to breathe at this moment, there was nothing special about the man's punch, he actually did it with the strength of his body.

Before he could come back to his senses, the man retreated, standing still, as if he had never moved for half a minute before, but there was a suffocating momentum in his body, as if the night before a storm was coming.

The man raised his right arm slightly, slowly drew a complete circle, his right fist was retracted inch by inch, and then slowly handed out, falling heavily in the center of the circle, the completion of these movements was extremely slow, and every step was extremely clear, as if it was just to let Wei Zhen, who was observing and studying at the moment, see clearly.

But for Wei Zhen, it feels like this is not the case at all, at the moment when the man made the first move, he suddenly had a strange feeling of stagnation in his thinking, as if time and space were chaotic, the rules of the world had changed, and it was himself who faced the man's third punch, when the punch fell heavily in the center of the circle, the only remaining feeling was that the fist that seemed to destroy everything in the world had broken through the limitations of time and space and came towards him, but he couldn't raise a trace of resistance, and only the dead silence of waiting for destruction in his heart remained.

"Whew-" Wei Zhen struggled to exhale a long breath, and suddenly opened his eyes from meditation, but his eyes were blank.

After a long time, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead as if he had lost his soul, and shivered again, and his whole body was already soaked in cold sweat for some time.

"This is the power of those witches who have been annihilated in the long river of history?" Wei Zhen finally came to his senses, but his thoughts couldn't help but wander.

If this is the witch, in the past era, how powerful this race should be, and what kind of power can make it annihilate in the dust of history. And in today's spiritual era, are there still equally powerful characters in this world?

He rummaged through his mind, and for the first time he thought of the old man in sackcloth he met in the Rhino Mountain Range, and then his own nominal master.

"When will I grow to the point where they are?" a deep wry smile appeared between Wei Zhen's eyebrows, but then it was replaced by a stubborn tenacity.

After the destruction of the master, he was left alone, as a human slave, struggling to survive, and trying to find a strong road, in order to avenge the revenge of the master and walk the world proudly.

These were all deeply pressed in his heart, but when the night was silent, he was alone with a sad taste, licking his wounds and encouraging himself, and no one had anything to complain about.

"I don't die, hope is there, no matter how far away!" Wei Zhen gritted his teeth, and his heart once again ignited with infinite fighting spirit.

He closed his eyes again and began to ponder the three-way witchcraft.

Each of these three forms of witchcraft has a name, which is "Splitting the Earth", "Shaking the Sky", and "Breaking the Ruins". Except for the last "ruin" punch, Wei Zhen couldn't really comprehend it, but he had his own understanding of the previous two types of "Splitting the Earth" and "Shaking the Sky", which benefited from the "Spirit Fighting Fist" that he had been cultivating.

I don't know how many days have passed, Wei Zhen has been practicing the two types of witchcraft of "splitting the earth" and "shaking the sky" to nourish the soul sense and exhale spiritual power.

Since receiving the last blessing of the Gongwu Hou Tu tribe, he has a more acute sense of the earth-attribute aura of the outside world, and his absorption speed has more than doubled.

On this day, Wei Zhen broke through the frozen soil on his own and walked out of the cave, his cultivation was already an eighth-level spirit master.

In the pillar of heaven, although there is no concept of time, but in his sense, it should have been four or five months since he entered this place, and he walked out of the cave, in addition to the fact that he had ascended to a small realm because of cultivation, and the earth aura contained in this mountain peak had been sucked away by him, as for the third reason, Wei Zhen faintly felt that the winner of the water spirit root would be revealed today.

The ice and snow world seemed to be unchanged, Wei Zhen walked slowly, straight in the direction of his premonition. After that, the blessing of the earth tribe not only doubled the speed at which he absorbed the earth aura, but also caused him to have an inexplicable sense of the place where the aura of other attributes was concentrated.

Two or three hours later, an ice-crystal-like mountain peak appeared in the field of vision, and the chill around seemed to increase a little, and the sound of fighting could be heard in the distance.

Wei Zhen invisibly quickened his pace and quickly approached. This ice crystal mountain peak is only about ten zhang high, and a little glittering light emanates from the top of the peak, which is the water spirit root here.

Halfway up the mountain, two women are fighting with their spiritual skills, the woman on the left is wearing a red shirt, and the long silk is flying between the shots, or broken or entangled, but it is Luo Shan who is away from the flame sky.

Mulberry holds willow branches, picking and flicking, and her movements are light, often dissolving her offensive.

On the other side, Yun Si didn't know why he was fighting with Xu Zheng in one place, the jade pen was drawn again and again, the characters were suddenly born, Xu Zheng's long sword circle turned Ruyi, and one ring after another was generated, but he did not fall behind at all.

But at this moment, Wei Zhen noticed a fiery gaze sweeping over him, and he followed the induction to look, and the person had already withdrawn his gaze.

"People of the Black Soul Clan. Wei Zhen's heart was shocked, and he was suddenly vigilant, and the feeling of being tracked from afar earlier became clear again.

"Could it be that he was the one who secretly pursued me before?"

"Wei Zhen, help!" An exaggerated cry for help suddenly interrupted Wei Zhen's thoughts, and the person who spoke was Lin Shaoshao. His opponent was the mysterious young man with the hood, and although he was not the opponent's opponent, the small Ugin umbrella was an extremely defensive spiritual weapon, and the situation was not as dangerous as he deliberately shouted.

"Don't help him!" Another voice came, and the person who spoke was Mu Dingshan, who vaguely felt that the hooded young man was from the Mu clan because he vaguely felt in his heart, so he spoke out to stop Wei Zhen.

Wei Zhen hurriedly looked at the situation, and already understood the situation here, because the water spirit root maintained its original form, so everyone had a glimmer of snatching heart, but they didn't know why Xiang Wuyi and Mu Ziyin didn't appear.

Wei Xinxin thought for a moment, his mind had been decided, he took out the black wood short bow, and shot an arrow "Green Dark Arrow" straight towards the hooded youth. He didn't look at the result of this arrow, and in a few flashes, he quickly approached Mulberry's side.

"I'll help you stop her, you go get the water spirit root!" Wei Zhen exclaimed, and with a pull of his right hand, the "Cang Ling Arrow" shot out with a white light.

"Thank you, Brother Wei. The mulberry smiled crisply, the willow branches flicked forward, and when the fluffy mist flew out, the figure leaped towards the peak.

A green flame appeared in Luo Shan's palm, and the dizziness of the white light disappeared suddenly, but there was no trace of Mulberry, but a black-faced young man stood in front of her.

"You are looking for death!, dare you spoil this girl's business!" Luo Shan said angrily. This black-faced young man, although she had seen it, she didn't have much of an impression.

Wei Zhen didn't answer her, and blasted out a punch in a decent manner, this punch was not like a "Spirit Fighting Fist", the fist was sharp, and it did not mobilize the power in his body, it was the second type of witchcraft "Shaking the Sky".

"It turns out that he has some ability, no wonder he dares to meddle in things!"

Luo Shan only felt that the opponent's fist had not yet reached her body, and her body had been slightly shaken, as if an inexplicable force had risen around her body out of thin air, she smiled contemptuously, opened her mouth and blew at the emerald flame in her palm, and this invisible force was immediately shattered.

She then closed her five fingers, and the moment the flames in her palm disappeared, the index finger and middle finger of her right hand were raised and pointed out.

"Sparks!"

Wei Zhen only saw a little turquoise spark appear in his eyes, but a feeling of extreme danger suddenly rose in his heart, he let out a loud cry, and the second punch hit straight out as if it were piercing the ground.

The first type of witchcraft "splitting the ground".

This punch had already fused his perception of the three types of witchcraft and the spirit fighting fist in the past few days, and in an instant, the solemn fist like a mountain collided with the turquoise sparks that suddenly swelled out.

The two of them shook their bodies and took a few steps back.

"It turns out that you are the Mu Clan's spirit slave!" Luo Shan put away the shock in his eyes, and at this moment he saw the pitch-black hunchback humanoid mark on Wei Zhen's forearm.

"Wei Zhen, he-" Lin Shaoshao exclaimed again at this time, this time it didn't seem to be a fake.

Wei Zhen turned his head suddenly, only to see an obese figure rolling down quickly towards the foot of the mountain like a rock.

It turned out that the hooded young man saw Sang Jia going straight to the mountain peak, and suddenly made a ruthless move, but he didn't know how he beat Lin Shaoshao down the mountain in one move.

"With your status, you have actually made a few good friends. Although Loxanne's words were sarcastic, she didn't continue to strike.

Wei Zhen glanced at her, saw that she had no intention of stopping her, and pursued the hooded young man without saying a word.

The hooded youth was extremely fast, and it seemed that in order to win the water spirit root, he had no reservations.

Wei Zhen couldn't catch up, so he could only raise the black wood short bow, occasionally shoot an arrow, or pull the bowstring to shoot in the air, interfering with the other party's intention was obvious.

The hooded young man's speed did not decrease, and he did not turn back, often when the arrow was about to be in the gap, he pointed his finger backwards, just breaking Wei Zhen's attack, for Wei Zhen's several tricks, although he was annoyed, but at this time he had no time to care.

The two chased and galloped, but the hooded young man and the mulberry in the other direction almost reached the top of the mountain at the same time.