Under the sky, the black big ding, after the square stone behind Han Shi skyrocketed to nine hundred and ninety-nine zhang, it paused in the air, as if it had cut off contact with the calamity cloud, and it seemed to be watching the excitement, it seemed to be looking, what was the mystery on that square stone.

"This golden tribulation, only I, Han Shi, are qualified to get it, leave the purple gold shield, withdraw from the tribulation, and spare you from death. ”

Han Shi's face was as pale as frost, and he slowly spoke, but what he said was taken by Han Shi at this moment, and he returned it to Jun Wuwu almost intact, and even the purple gold shield that he spent a lot of effort to get had to be handed over.

Jun Wuwu's face changed, and a huge sense of humiliation surged into his heart, a trace of blood suddenly surged in his eyes, and his eyes looked at Han Shi unwillingly.

And the most unacceptable thing for Jun Wuwu is that he quits the tribulation, which is not uncommon, but common, many monks in the tribulation, the original preparation is insufficient, so they have to withdraw from the tribulation, but the corresponding price to pay is not small, and this move must not be more than three times, otherwise there will be no more calamity in life, and the cultivation will stop here.

"Don't retreat, die!"

Han Shi's eyes were even colder, and his face revealed a majesty, at this moment, in front of the thousand zhang square stone, Han Shi was like an emperor.

"Dead ...... Die...... Dead ......"

The voice reverberated violently, between heaven and earth, it seemed that only the echo of the dead word remained, and the listeners all changed color, looking at the eyes of the green-shirted monk, the color of fear was strong, and the cultivation of the man in black was enough to be called a proud person, but it was still difficult to defeat this green-shirted monk, this person, in his ordinary appearance, actually had an unrivaled cultivation.

"One breath!"

Without giving Jun Wuwu time to think at all, Han Shi opened his mouth and said, while speaking, he took a step forward, and the thousand zhang square stone, with Han Shi's step, slowly pressed towards the white-veined tiger shadow behind Jun Wuwu that showed a frightened color, and its momentum was like a mountain, and it was heavily pressed on Jun Wuwu's heart, and also on the hearts of many monks.

Almost everyone is asking themselves if they can take the earth-shattering blow of this thousand zhang ashlar, but everyone who asks themselves will eventually show a bitter smile and shake their heads slightly, even those few Yuan infant monks are also extremely solemn, looking at the thousand zhang ashlar, at this moment, they are also secretly weighing, if they fight with that Han Shi to the death, they are no longer sure.

"Two breaths!"

Han Shi took another step, and the coercion of Qianzhang Fangshi was even heavier, and a breath of death suddenly floated into Jun Wuwu's heart.

His mind was in turmoil, from Han Shi's gaze, he could feel the killing intent that was almost substantial, it was definitely not intimidation, this person was extremely determined, what this kind of person said, he would definitely die and would not lose his trust.

If he doesn't retreat from three breaths, he will really die, but if he just let him bow his head and admit defeat without worry, and even hand over the heavy treasure purple gold shield, he is unwilling, compared with Han Shi's own cultivation, his mind is not inferior, in this cruel journey of cultivation, if there is only one brute force in his body, it is far from enough.

There are many things that can be stirred up by a very small force, and what is needed is the depth of the mind, not just one's own strength.

With force, pressure with force, coupled with life and death coercion, in this very short period of time, Han Shi's series of means have been achieved to the extreme, no matter who is in such a situation as Jun Wuwu, in this short three breaths, he is also in a state of turmoil, and he is powerless to return to the sky.

There was a hint of admiration in the depths of Ruan Peng's eyes, Han Shi's move won his heart, and the meaning of this move could only be understood by a few people.

This Han Shi is not blindly killing, but knows how to oppress with the general trend, and its purpose is not to kill, but to leave a crack that is difficult to heal on the worry-free Dao heart of that king, and to establish Han Shi's own prestige by suppressing this person's momentum.

The ancient art of war has clouds, surrounded by three and one, can kill but not kill, but forced that Jun Wuwu to use the heavy treasure as a bargaining chip, in exchange for his own safety, if the Jun Wuwu refuses to hand it over, then Han Shi will kill it again, not only the heavy treasure is still available, but also in the general sense, but there is no suspicion of torture and killing.

After all, in full view of everyone, Jun Wuwu tried to kill Han Shi several times, and if Han Shi killed this person, he should be, and this is the second.

The force behind Jun Wuwu, Ruan Peng expected that Han Shi was not clear, before he knew the details, he did not kill the killer, but also to have a trace of the possibility of maneuver in the future, if Jun Wuwu was killed at this moment, there would be no room for maneuver, and this is the third.

Liwei, righteousness, retreat, although he has the upper hand, he is still as calm as ever, this Han Shi's mind is already like a demon, plus this person's strong cultivation, in the future, this person is afraid that this person will make this abandoned place surge, Ruan Peng escaped from his waist a dry smoke, lit it and took a deep breath, his face showed a satisfied look, and he spit out several smoke rings in his mouth, which gradually drifted in the air.

Looking at the thousands of square stones that were getting closer and closer, a thick aura of destruction came to his face, and Jun Wuwu's eyes showed extreme bitterness, he originally came with authority, but he never wanted to fall into such a situation.

His mind turned very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he had already made up his mind, and at the moment when the third breath was about to pass, the color of struggle on his face turned into a calm.

He patted the storage bag lightly, took out the purple gold shield and threw it to Han Shi, and at the same time slapped his left hand on his chest, Jun Wuwu's face was a little hideous, and he retreated again and again, spurting out a mouthful of blood again.

The moment this mouthful of blood spurted out, it turned into a blood-colored film, completely covering Jun Wuwu, and suddenly, between him and the clouds in the sky, the strange sense of existence was also broken, Jun Wuwu did not look back, turned into a black light, and walked out of the clouds in a flash, he looked back at Han Shi deeply, there was a deeply hidden smile in his eyes, and his figure disappeared under the continuous flickering.

After Han Shi took the purple gold shield, he didn't have time to take a closer look, so he put it into the storage bag, and the black big tripod floating in the air did not retreat but advanced, and slowly flew close in Han Shi's slightly surprised gaze, and after being grasped by him, it was also included in the storage bag.

Han Shi had doubts about Jun Wuwu's seemingly meaningful gaze, but he didn't have time to think about it, because the calamity clouds above his head began to rotate again.

All the onlookers were speechless and silent, this Han Shi was not only bold, fighting with that Jun Wuwu, but also domineering, directly driving Najun out of the robbery clouds and dominating this calamity, as if this calamity was not a matter of life and death, but a delicacy that was eaten by this Han Shi.

"If one day, I can drive away others like this green-shirted monk and survive the calamity of others, even if I die under this calamity, I am willing. A fat monk muttered to himself, his face flushed as he leaned against the rock beside him.

"This fellow Daoist, please be cautious, if your remarks are heard by the monks of Haori City, they will definitely fight with you endlessly. ”

As soon as the fat monk's words fell, someone beside him immediately whispered a reminder, and not far away, a few vague unkind gazes swept towards him, making him shiver all over his body, and he detached himself from that unrealistic fantasy and thought about how to get out.

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In a meditation room in the depths of the Camel Leaf Temple, the white-eyed Zen master's eyes were always as calm as water, until Na Jun Wuwu threw out a purple gold shield under the coercion of the green-shirted monk and left the clouds, and there was a trace of fluctuation in the depths of his gaze.

Although this fluctuation is extremely faint, it makes the original mirror-like image shake, and it also makes the water marks on the edge have a trace of disorder, as soon as this disorder appears, it suddenly collapses with the entire extremely round water mark, turning into a puddle of chaotic water stains, and nothing can be seen anymore.

The white-eyed Zen master sat with his eyes closed, silent for a long time, and then slowly opened his eyes.

At the moment when his gaze appeared, a faint wisp of breath followed his gaze and passed through the leaves outside the window.