Facing the wind and waves, my blood burns.

Under the gaze of everyone, the ancient bell of Taiqing is like a fearless dragon, staring directly at destruction. Even if it is to die thousands of times, it will not change its original intention.

There is no suspense either.

There was already a level gap, and the Taiqing Ancient Bell had long since passed away... This bone-shattering blow only dissolved 80% of the blood palm's power.

The palm of blood is overwhelming.

Even if only 20% of the power is left, it is still terrifying.

Without the Taiqing ancient bell, Shen Fusheng is like a weak seedling exposed to the air, which will disappear in a gust of wind.

Buzz!

At this moment, Shen Fusheng's whole body bloomed with a heart-stopping purple light... The sacrifice of the Taiqing Ancient Bell was not meaningless. Wu Longshuang tried his best, but in the end he failed to prevent the return of the last arm.

Bit.

Hair flying wildly.

A bloody palm covering the sky fell from the sky, and Shen Fusheng stood still, as if a seedling had grown up and was strong enough to face some storms.

Boom!

The rolling sound waves made countless people deaf and speechless.

Seeing that the giant palm was about to completely crush Shen Fusheng into powder, Wu Longshuang grinned ferociously.

As long as this scourge was eradicated, he would casually kill eight more sect leaders, and then immediately go to Qinglin City and surrender to the Imperial Court.

The blood wheel of Niyuan still needs the emperor's blood to be poured into it. As long as 20 descendants of Qingtian Yi are killed, their minds can be merged. From then on, they can be like an arm and command, no longer distinguishing between you and me.

Once that step is reached, the journey to dissolve Yuan Poying is just around the corner.

I, Wu Longshuang, have an extraordinary destiny. Sooner or later, I will become a giant in this northern realm. What can this small Qinggu country do to restrain my steps?

"Tai Shang Dao Ji Chapter, Tai Qing Jue!"

However, a calm voice slowly spread in the air. Although it was calm and not even loud, it had an unquestionable calmness.

From front to back, Shen Fusheng did not raise his head, and he simply turned a deaf ear to the giant palm that destroyed the world.

As his words fell, the earth trembled, and the purple flame spread ten miles across the land, burning forever.

And in the center of the purple flame, a giant finger that breaks through the sky rises from the ground, like a giant waking up, with its head touching the sky, its feet touching the ground, and its backbone capable of supporting the entire world.

The sharp edges are intertwined.

The blood mist and purple flames mingled with each other, biting each other cruelly. Within one palm and one finger, it was like thousands of troops and horses were fighting. This was a battle in which no corpses were left.

…

"Is this a miracle? Is this a state that humans can achieve?"

In the direction of the Eight Sects Allied Forces, many disciples swallowed hard, their faces full of disbelief.

The mountains and rivers were shattered with the palm of my hand.

This is simply not a human being, but the power of the legendary God of the Heavenly Palace.

Many people were so frightened by the fierce confrontation that their faces turned pale and they sat directly on the ground, with deep fear in their pupils.

Even the slightest repercussions are enough to crush them to pieces.

"This is the path I, Wang Junchen, will take in the future, and this is the state I, Wang Junchen, will eventually reach."

Wang Junchen's white eyes flickered, filled with the light of indescribable faith.

"Ji Dongyuan, if you could live and see this scene, how wonderful it would be!"

Liu Yueyue felt sad.

"Wait for me, sooner or later I will burst into the evil demon world and cut Hu Sanye into thousands of pieces."

Squeezing her palms hard, Liu Yueyue's clothes moved automatically without any wind.

"He's stronger."

"That's right, in the past 200 years, he has not died at all. The eight sects have occupied the eight mountain ranges with the strongest spiritual energy in the Qinggu Kingdom. Shen Fusheng's limbs were shattered and sealed in the forbidden area where the essence gathered, quietly swallowing the luck of the eight sects.

, which is equivalent to practicing in seclusion for 200 years."

"Two hundred years ago, we were so self-righteous that we thought we were going to kill a generation of strong men. Who knew we were short-sighted, but we created a hotbed for him to practice? It's simply ridiculous."

"Two hundred years ago, Shen Fusheng was almost half-step into the Yuanying. Judging from his current cultivation level, I am afraid that he is already the first person under the Yuanying... If there is another Yuan weapon, Shen Fusheng

Within 10 years, he will definitely become a giant in the northern realm, overlooking the common people."

"It's a pity that 200 years have passed, but we are still lingering in the middle stage of the Golden Core. We can't blame Wu Longshuang for betraying the human race. Our road is already at the end."

The eight sect leaders sighed.

The appearance of Shen Fusheng reminded them of the shocking battle 200 years ago. The figure who almost destroyed nine sects and could threaten the royal family... Now he is no longer a threat. If he is willing to turn against him and rebel to the evil demon

clan camp.

The ancient Qing Kingdom...will perish!

Fortunately.

Although Shen Fusheng is arrogant, he is an upright man, otherwise he would not have been plotted by the nine major sects back then.

Both of his parents were killed by vicious monsters, so it was almost impossible for him to betray them.

…

There is a huge cloud group that is thirty miles long in the sky, and the intertwined air waves are still surging towards the distance.

For hundreds of miles in radius, mountains were flattened and devastated.

Time passes.

The confrontation between the two finally came to an end slowly.

At this moment, the earth is silent.

The entire Wulongshuang, with a radius of ten miles, actually collapsed, forming a shocking basin.

The whole world is struggling to breathe.

In the center of the basin, two figures faced each other from a distance.

Shen's mansion is as steady as a mountain, and although his face is old, it is as motionless as a bell.

On the other side, the blood wheel was still terrifying. Under the elemental weapon, Wu Longshuang gritted his teeth.

He discovered a desperate reality.

He and Shen Fusheng are both half-step Nascent Soul.

The latter possesses the Supreme Taoji Chapter and can display Zixia spiritual energy.

He has his own weapons, but his strength is his shortcoming.

The strength of the two is equally matched, and in a short period of time, neither can do anything to the other.

…

In the corner of the messy earth, there is an ordinary boulder.

But behind the boulder, there was a figure with his legs crossed and his eyes closed.

At this moment, Zhao Chu seemed to be hiding in another space. He was immersed in the golden light of the sky, like a small boat floating in the ocean of the spirit of war. The sky was big and the earth was big, and he was the master of this ocean.

Shen Fusheng determines the survival of the entire Qinggu Kingdom, and even determines the peace of the entire northern realm.

Everyone's emotions towards Shen Fusheng, no matter what kind of admiration they are, will permeate their own monument of no regrets.

Because Shen Fusheng was resurrected by him, and this master who could fight against the half-step Nascent Soul was almost the result of his single-handed rebellion against the world.

Zhao Chu was sitting cross-legged on a purple sea, with a huge monument suspended in front of him.

The surface of the monument has no words and is smooth and flat.

But under the monument, there are thousands of names that would be impossible to count even in a lifetime.

"It's always a little bit worse, but how much worse is it?"

Zhao Chu gently stroked the Monument of No Regrets, and he felt an impatient emotion. The Monument of Buguises was like a chrysalis that was about to emerge from its cocoon and become a butterfly, but it lacked the opportunity to break through the cracks.

"Don't think about it. The Monument of No Regrets lacks a hysterical thank you... Originally, your mentor's blessing before his death could help break through, but unfortunately, his foundation-building realm was not enough after all."

At this time, Hongduiya appeared and poured a basin of cold water on Zhao Chu.

"That's right. I'm still in the Qi Refining Realm right now. If I use the aura of the Monument of No Regrets, I'll be destroyed half to death. It's simply impossible to activate that little bit of evolutionary power."

Zhao Chu smiled bitterly.

He is not a person who aims too high, and his mentor Huang Gongchuan treats him like his own grandson, which is of course a blessing from the bottom of his heart.

And who in the world can have such gratitude for risking their lives?

"You've done a good job, don't push yourself too hard."
To be continued...