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The black sè light cluster erupted into a ripple, and everyone's true yuan was frozen again.

The King of Men smiled and fell.

The mouths of the Sword Saint, Emperor Crown, and Wu Qilin trembled slightly, as if they were saying something.

The final blow of the human king made Song Wushen's face change slightly, and he let out a muffled snort.

Song Wushen laughed unscrupulously, and Jīlie replied: "You can't kill me, because, you don't deserve it!" "That...... Also...... Not...... , must!"

A cold voice, as if rising from hell, is fierce.

Poof! A supreme blue sword, as if it had come through time and space, slowly but resolutely pierced the tip of the sword into the body of Song Wushen!

The Sword Master and the others were in despair from the ashes, and they were hit by a huge surprise in an instant.

Song Wushen laughed wildly unscrupulously, looking down at the blue sword that pierced into the xiōng chamber, he smiled, thinking it was an illusion. only to find out that this was really a sword, and this was really pierced into his body.

Wang Ce stared coldly, and Song Wushen was in a trance for a while, muttering to himself: "Impossible, impossible." How could you possibly touch me? "This is impossible!" Originally, Song Wushen's body seemed to be in two separate spaces with Wang Ce.

It seems that only at the moment when the black sè ripples dàng ripple will be in the same space at the same time. The moment when the ripples of the black sè glow are also the only opportunity to touch the other party's body.

But it can be black sè ripples, which can imprison the true element. So, even if it's an opportunity, no one can do it.

Song Wushen's anger roared in horror: "For more than four thousand years, no one has been able to touch me, why can! Why can!" No one understands better than him that if someone could touch his body, he would have died a long time ago.

The reason why he was able to live to this day was precisely because of the plot of the ancient martial god, which made him imprisoned by the black sè light group hidden in the "Cliff of the End of the World".

It is precisely the body that is imprisoned, as if it has been frozen for 4,000 years. This mysterious black sè light cluster needs a power source. This power source is the True Yuan and the Essence Yuan, either from the outside or from his body in small amounts.

Every hundred years, the essence and true elements of a supreme martial emperor are needed as a driving force. Anything that is exceeded, it can help him get out of trouble.

If it weren't for the countless martial emperors of the past four thousand years, who have "contributed" the true yuan and essence yuan, he would have been absorbed into the martial god a long time ago.

Over the years, there has never been a shortage of people who have seen through his intentions, and there has never been a shortage of Emperor Wu who has burned jade with him. But no one ever made it out alive, and no one ever succeeded.

It's because no one can touch him.

If a Supreme Martial Emperor has great ability, but he can't beat anyone, then it's useless to say anything.

However, today, Wang Ce, who was like an ant in Song Wushen's heart, leisurely stabbed him with the Emperor Water Sword!

The self-confidence that had accumulated for 4,000 years suddenly collapsed in an instant. Song Wushen roared in panic: "Impossible, you can't hurt me, no one can do it!" For the first time in so many years, Song Wushen smelled the smell of death, and a storm of will bombarded Wang Ce in the craziest way: "You give me death!"

A silent collision of willstorms and hearts.

The emperor and the others were in a state of euphoria, and they had no time to help for a while. Wang Ce snorted and took the terrifying blow of the Martial God alone. After a burst of bōdàng, the heart slowly stabilized again.

The heart is calm and calm. Wang Ce, who had planned for the worst, was pleasantly surprised. According to the feeling of the heart, this kind of powerful will attack can completely withstand more than five or six more times.

This is so unscientific. The hearts of the princes are a grade with Emperor Wu. At the same level as the martial god, it is the saint's physiognomy.

Wang Ce's keen discovery. The emperor also looked at it, his eyes lit up, and he surged with surprise and hope: "Something is wrong!" Most martial artists and psychic scholars do not get along with each other. Most people don't understand the power of the mind, but because of his past experience, the emperor has had a lot of contact with the heart master, and he is one of the few people who understands.

The sage and philosopher can compete with Wu Zun, but he can't parry Wu Zong. The grandmaster's heart can parry the Martial Sect, but he can't resist the Martial Emperor.

According to common sense, the hearts of the sons are relatively martial gods, and they dare not say that they are like tofu scum projects, but most of them can't bear a few hits.

Before you said that, Song Wushen showed mercy to his Wang Ce's subordinates, and maybe there were other purposes. But Wang Ce stabbed with one move, and Song Wushen would definitely not be soft again unless his brain was pumped.

Unless it is the strength of Song Wushen, it is not the peak state at all.

Di Huang shouted wildly: "Attention, over the years, his strength has degraded. The Sword Saint and Martial Qilin desperately attacked the Black Sè Light Group, and when they heard this, their hearts were shocked, and they all looked at Song Wushen's twitching face, and saw that this miserable old face was full of haze.

Song Wushen's heart was shocked, and his eyes were full of coldness: "Yes, my strength has some degradation. However, if you want to clean up your bunch of ants, it will not be a problem at all!"

"Five thousand years ago, if we hadn't defeated the Protoss, there would have been no you. You're just a bunch of ungrateful ants. ”

A thought impacted, Wang Ce's heart was like a violent impact, as if he had been subjected to a violent impact, and he was swept back a few steps with a muffled snort, but he sneered: "Thanksgiving? You are not qualified to say that, what kind of bullshit three martial gods, what kind of shit heroes of the world, but they are just self-interested guys." "As you say, the Protoss is nothing more than a boredevil. You, who are bent on being an immortal human emperor, are the greatest scourge of our human race. ”

Not to mention, just the ordinary emperor who has a lifespan of more than 400 years has already made the martial artist and Wang Ce unhappy.

The example of the Shaking Light Sect being recruited by the Great Law is enough to show that under the rule of the Human Emperor, anyone is born with a layer of shackles.

According to the Book of History, there are roots in the rush of countless warriors to flee from the area ruled by the human emperor.

A human emperor who is single-minded and immortal, a human emperor who wants to rule all mankind forever. That kind of person, Wang Ce will never agree.

"Attack, attack it!"

The three of the Sword Saint and the Emperor Crown desperately attacked the Black Sè Light Group, and Wang Ce couldn't help but sneer on the side: "What are the three great martial gods, they are not as good as the Protoss." ”

Song Wushen was furious: "What are you talking about, boy, you don't understand at all, and you don't know what happened five thousand years ago. The Protoss' self-righteous superiority thinks they are guiding us, but in fact they are a bunch of bastards. Don't forget that your ancestors were martial gods. ”

Wang Ce continued to sneer: "I don't know, but do you dare to tell me the truth." Do you dare to tell me how your cultivation came about?"

"Do you dare to admit why you became a martial god. In the past 5,000 years, not a single Martial God has ever been born, why was it that before the Divine War, you three Martial Gods were born? Do you dare to tell me that this has nothing to do with the Protoss!"

"Do you dare!"

Wang Ce's last sentence roared like the sound of thunder, and the shocked Song Wushen's face was like ashes, evoking countless memories of the past.

Wang Ce roared: "Do you dare to say that the cliff of the end of the world was made by you? Do you dare to say that the road to the heavens was made by you? Do you dare to say that the Martial God Scroll was made by you!"

Song Wushen opened his mouth without blood, but he couldn't find words that could refute it.

At this time, Wu Qilin let out an angry roar: "Wang Ce!"

Wu Qilin roared a sword, stabbed the black sè light group, and came into contact with it, and the black sè ripples once again. In the blink of an eye, Wu Qilin's face aged rapidly, and he yelled at Wang Ce: "Hurry up!"

The heart was buzzing and was imprisoned by the black ripples, but Wang Ce strode forward and encouraged Zhenyuan to stab Song Wushen in the heart with a sword.

The Emperor Water Sword didn't enter the heart of Song Wushen, and not a drop of blood flowed out. This not only imprisoned the true element of the martial god, but also imprisoned the body.

Wu Qilin looked back sadly, densely wrinkled, looked at Wang Ce with silver hair, opened his mouth and said, but his vitality was absorbed by the black sè light cluster at the speed of his nose. Eventually, his mouth opened and closed for a long time, but he couldn't speak.

Wu Qilin smiled at the old man, and his heart was frozen, and he exploded his will in an instant, and bombarded Song Wushen with the most powerful might. Song Wushen's face turned even paler.

Wang Ce burst into tears and muttered, "Uncle Wu, you can go with confidence, I will take care of your descendants." ”

The light in Wu Qilin's eyes faded away, and he passed away suddenly.

Song Wushen lowered his head and looked at his heart that was almost wrenched, as if he knew that he was going to die.

Hysterical roar: "If I die, I will also be buried with you!"

He finally understood why Wang Ce was able to hurt him.

Heart-to-heart!

Every time the black sè ripples appear, they can imprison the true element. However, Wang Ce has a heart to block outside, and his heart is imprisoned, but Zhenyuan is at ease.

"It's my turn. The Emperor smiled and strode forward, looking down on the fierce attack of Fengyun.

Before the black ripples appeared again, Song Wushen frantically urged his will power and kept bombarding Wang Ce: "I see how long your heart can last, either you die or I die!"

No one expected that Wang Ce, who had the lowest cultivation and was the least eye-catching at first glance, would actually become the only person who could hurt the Martial God.

Cambrian is half insane.

His heart was hit hard by Wang Ce and almost sentched. Even if you get out, you will definitely not live long. All the hopes of four thousand years have been destroyed, and his hatred for Wang Ce is simply monstrous.

The heart of the heart bōbō endured this terrifying will attack, and Wang Ce snorted continuously, a few bō years later. Hearts are torn apart and eventually disintegrate.

Song Wushen laughed wildly: "Without this layer of heart, I see what you can use to resist!"

Before the words fell, Song Wushen's laughter stopped abruptly, and madness and despair appeared.

Wang Ce's heart collapsed, but in a blink of an eye, it was decomposed into three completely different shapes.

What the hell is this? Why does a person have three minds?

Not to mention Song Wushen, it was the Sword Saint, even Ji Qianyu and Jing Ra, who had just arrived from outside, were also in absolute shock.

"Be careful!"

The emperor shouted wildly, and with one move, he hit the black sè light cluster, and ripples erupted again in an instant.

Wang Ce withstood his heart, and once again stepped forward coldly. Taking advantage of the moment when he was the only one that could attack Song Wushen's body, he stabbed into Song Wushen's neck and stabbed a bloody hole on the spot.

The emperor's face grew old the fastest, and his vitality was rapidly lost, but he smiled contentedly and exploded his will to attack Song Wushen.

The mission of four consecutive generations of Emperor Wu was finally completed in his generation. In a trance, he reproduced the appearance of the master telling him the secret, treating him as the next generation of tinder.

finally lived up to the master and the efforts of the four generations of Emperor Wu.

At this time, I don't know if this black sè light cluster is full, and suddenly there is a big change. The surrounding space seems to be shattered, silently disintegrating.

Ji Qianyu and the Sword Saint glanced at each other, and were shocked: "Oh no!"

Song Wushen is getting out of trouble!。