Guan Ling chuckled lightly and said, "Didn't you call her here? She's already here, and she'll be here soon."

"Choose between yourself and her." He said, "Today it's either you or she's dead."

Wen Junzhi closed his eyes and was silent for a moment, then he suddenly burst out laughing.

I don't know why, Guan Ling suddenly felt chills all over his body, and a sense of crisis that he had never felt before rose from the depths of his heart.

"Your biggest mistake was that you didn't kill me." Wen Jun stopped.

"Do you know why I know you're behind the scenes, and I'm going out of my way to hold your hand?"

Guan Ling's face changed, he no longer hesitated, raised his right hand, and drew a talisman array in the void in mid-air.

The rune array lit up with golden light, flew towards Wen Junzhi, and pressed hard against his body.

A look of pain suddenly appeared on his face, his eyes turned blood-red, and his face turned red, as if he was under great pressure to crush his body.

Several of the other corpses quickly shriveled, all the flesh absorbed, and then snapped, crushed by some mysterious and powerful force, leaving only a few bone slags.

"Ahh Wen Junzhi let out a terrible roar, and the entire cave trembled at the sound.

Bai Zhou was walking in the tunnel, as if she suddenly felt something, she paused, and looked up.

Odd.

What does it feel like?

She seemed to sense a powerful force being generated, and it was spreading wildly in all directions.

Guan Ling couldn't believe his eyes.

The sacrificial ritual has begun, the advent formation has been activated, and Wen Junzhi should be sucked out of all his blood, and then exploded by the power of space.

At this time, he was still standing in the same place, unconscious, his head lowered, but his flesh did not dry up and did not explode.

Odd.

He, what's going on with him?

Guan Ling suddenly remembered that when Wen Jun was in a coma before, he refined all the tungsten ore around the cave and turned it into a huge tungsten ball, which killed those skeleton monsters at once.

He had a chill down his spine and a numb scalp.

No, I can't help but have a lot of dreams at night, so kill him first.

This sacrifice doesn't require him to live anyway.

He flew up and flew towards Wen Junzhi on the cave wall, with an extra knife in his hand, which was also a spiritual weapon, from the Western Holy See, which could kill demons and monsters, as well as cultivators.

He raised his knife and stabbed it hard at Wen Junzhi's chest.

However, just as the tip of the knife was about to pierce his heart, a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.

He looked up at Wen Junzhi and found that Wen Junzhi had raised his head, and his blood-red eyes were looking at him coldly.

Fear.

Deep, deep fear.

Guan Ling had never felt this way, as if he was not facing a mortal, but a god.

He gritted his teeth and pushed the knife forward with all his might, wanting to kill Wen Junzhi as soon as possible.

However, he found that no matter how hard he tried, the tip of the knife could not move forward in the slightest.

Not only that, but he noticed that the tip of the knife was curled.

No, that's not curling, that's melting.

The knife was also made of metal, but at this point it melted as quickly as hot brown sugar, turning into liquid, and then melting into a small ball, which slammed into his heart.

"Hmm." He snorted, a look of pain on his face, and flew backwards. qδ

He slammed into the opposite wall, steadied himself against the wall of the cave, and pressed his chest.

Pain.

Heart-rending pain.

The blow just now had shattered his ribs and internal organs.

How can it be!

Wen Junzhi is only at the peak of the Rotational Illumination Realm, and he himself is in the middle of the Fusion Realm!

is so many steps higher than him, it stands to reason that he can be crushed to death with just a finger movement.

How could Wen Junzhi hurt him?

Wen Junzhi suddenly took a step forward and walked out of the wall.

Guan Ling's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it even more.

This is the sacrificial formation of the advent ceremony, and when he was embedded in it, he had already been captured by the power of space, and it was impossible to get rid of it by himself.

Wen Junzhi's eyes were calm, floating in the air, stretching out his hand, palm up, the metal ball floated above his palm, quickly changing shape, sometimes it was a cube, sometimes it was a circle, then it changed back to the shape of a knife, and then it became something else, but in the end, it became a copper coin.

A metal copper coin the size of an adult's face plate, round on the outside and square on the inside, but with no words on it.

Guan Ling exclaimed, "Is this your natural supernatural power? Can you manipulate metal?"

Wen Junzhi didn't speak, just looked at him coldly, those eyes seemed to come from ancient times, and he was used to seeing the vicissitudes of history and the ups and downs of the world.

He gritted his teeth and was about to rush up to fight, but countless metal liquids poured out of the cave walls behind him.

Among them was tungsten, as well as other associated metals of tungsten ore, which flowed like water and quickly entangled his hands, feet, and body.