Chapter 893 The Secret Realm Collapses, Heaven's Dao Is Enraged.
Wang Xiaoke pursed her blood-stained lips, tilted her head back, and smiled at the abyss of the sky.
"Heavenly tribulations? I've experienced them since I was a child, and none of them have been able to kill me!"
Sensing the cultivator's presence, several thunder dragons simultaneously set their sights on him.
The immense pressure from the depths of the heavens caused an upheaval, shaking the entire secret realm.
"Oh no!" Wu Tu coughed up blood, which was mixed with fragments of lung tissue.
What's wrong with this foolish disciple? Why is he making fun of the will of Heaven?
Do you think you're so tough?
In his terrified gaze, Lei Long roared toward Wang Xiaoke.
It was swallowed up in an instant.
The two colossal beasts were unstoppable, smashing through the mountains and creating a vast chaotic area, with only turbulent void currents raging within a radius of fifty miles.
Such terrifying power is comparable to a full-force attack from a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator!
Wu Tu knelt down with a thud, his heart filled with endless sorrow.
His only devoted disciple, whom he cared deeply for, has... passed away before him?
Her lips are as sweet as honey; she dares to say anything!
Which Nascent Soul cultivator could withstand the heavenly punishment brought about by the three Nascent Soul cultivators?
Mo Shenyuan escaped the chaotic area, barely managing to stay upright before collapsing from exhaustion.
He was covered in blood, and the exposed white bones beneath his chest were visible.
The three-headed thunder dragon roared in the sky, its oppressive aura reaching straight to the top of one's head.
Faced with a desperate situation, even someone as powerful as Mo Shenyuan lost the will to resist.
After all, the divine punishment becomes more and more powerful as it progresses, and he sees no way out.
With a flick of his sleeve, Han Daoren pulled Mo Shenyuan along, heading towards the grand formation atop the mountain.
"There's an ancient defensive array there. It should hold out for a while. Let's see if we can activate it and teleport us to the ancient world!"
Han Daoren remained calm, believing this was the only solution at present.
The two landed on the hilltop.
Han Daoren took out a large handful of spirit stones and poured them into the great formation all at once.
The nine stone statue bases quickly shifted their positions and lit up with array patterns.
Five thunder dragons, eyeing them menacingly, charged straight at them with a thunderous roar.
Just then, a seventh-order defensive array erected a barrier, covering the mountaintop.
boom!
The collision was a disaster; the mountainside fractured dramatically in the middle, teetering on the brink of collapse, and the strong winds toppled trees and scattered grass.
Giggle...
Han Daoren felt a great sense of crisis and launched a five-dragon attack, which the great formation was clearly struggling to withstand.
The seventh-order formation can resist combined attacks, but it is too old.
Without maintenance, the array patterns have dimmed, and the defense has decreased several times over.
"Damn it, we can't hold on much longer!"
Before the teleportation array could be activated, the destructive aura unleashed by the five dragons detonated the array.
Purple lightning streaked across the sky in all directions, instantly illuminating the world as bright as day.
The once towering green peaks were mostly flattened, and smoke billowed everywhere.
Han Daoren lay sprawled among the rocks, his face covered in blood, half of his body rotten into a pulp. Mo Shenyuan was in no better shape, his injuries compounded and he nearly died.
Fortunately, the great formation absorbed 80% of the energy, otherwise... their Nascent Soul bodies would have been completely destroyed.
Life is cut off.
Wu Tu smiled awkwardly, his fox-like eyes narrowing slightly: "My turn."
"That brat, I'll pull his ear off on the way to the underworld later."
He closed his eyes, and suddenly a hand grabbed his beast ear, pulling him along at breakneck speed.
Wu Tu looked completely bewildered.
The first thing that catches the eye is a corner of white clothing, and then the back of a young man.
"My good disciple came to pick me up? How come I didn't feel a thing when I died?"
Wang Xiaoke rode the golden crow and fled in a hurry, without having time to explain his question.
"Ouch, my ears!"
"You're so disrespectful! Haven't you heard that you shouldn't touch a fox's ears?"
"The situation is urgent, please bear with it."
Wu Tu reacted with delight: "My dear disciple, you're still alive!"
"Is it possible that your master left behind a life-saving magic weapon?"
Where is Wang Lele?
After being asked several questions, Wu Tu was still puzzled when suddenly his pupils contracted.
Several thunder dragons twisted their bodies and charged straight at them.
"It's all over!!"
In an instant, lightning struck, mountains collapsed and the ground caved in, and several deep ravines tens of thousands of feet deep were carved out on the ground. The two people's auras vanished completely.
The Heavenly Punishment lost its target and turned its attention to Han Daoren in the ruins.
The dim sky shattered once more, turning into a pitch-black void.
It was as if the sky of the secret realm had been forcibly torn open by an unparalleled force.
Countless fragments of laws hung high in the sky, drifting aimlessly.
"Cough...cough cough...Sect Master...you're confused."
Han Daoren's voice was low and hoarse, his endless grief and indignation turning into a final sigh.
Mo Shenyuan gripped his sword with both hands, plunged it into the rock, and shakily rose to his feet.
Even though he knew he couldn't withstand the next wave of tribulation lightning, his eyes remained deep and resolute.
Emperors can only die standing; the Mohists have never had a coward!
The two were waiting to die.
Unexpectedly, the laws of the void fluctuated, and Wang Xiaoke appeared out of nowhere.
Then, carrying one in each hand on his back, he flew away on his flying sword.
"Xiao Ke?"
"How are you alright? Those thunder dragons were so powerful... how are you still unharmed?"
Mo Shenyuan was surprised, after all, even he couldn't escape unscathed.
"Hehe, I have a way to avoid the heavenly tribulation. Don't worry, I can't bear to let our Invincible Sect lose two elders."
Wang Xiaoke grinned, leaped onto his flying sword, and sped forward.
All the thunder dragons coiled together, exuding an overwhelming sense of power, while the purple dragon descended to earth like a pillar of heaven.
Bang!
Unexpectedly, after a round of tribulation lightning, Wang Xiaoke's aura vanished into thin air, only to reappear quickly and continue his rapid journey.
But Han Daoren and Mo Shenyuan never reappeared after he disappeared.
Three Nascent Soul cultivators mysteriously "disappeared" right under the nose of Heaven!
Only one person and one sword remained to rush towards the exit of the secret realm.
Thunder rumbled throughout the secret realm, as if a god were snorting angrily. Wang Xiaoke was startled to feel a prying power, as if his entire body could be seen through.
"No problem."
Zi You remained calm: "A mere mortal from the lower realms can't even discover a divine temple."
"But when it goes berserk, this little world will collapse."
"The Emperor must extricate himself as soon as possible."
Wang Xiaoke raised an eyebrow and asked, "The Heavenly Punishment has lost its target, so why does it still exist? Shouldn't it be over and resting?"
"No, the Heavenly Dao will not let go of the fragments of rules in this space."
Zi You said, "I think you're right. This secret realm was created from a corner of the Heavenly Dao and billions of fragments of laws, so it can be considered a part of the Heavenly Dao."
"Now that the Heavenly Dao needs to mend its own deficiencies, it will certainly not let go of this secret realm."
Ziyou had already noticed.
This secret realm was forged by cutting through the heavens and integrating all the laws of the universe.
In the epic battles of ten thousand years ago, China produced many capable individuals.
Wang Xiaoke was completely confused. Was this an evolution of fragments of the Heavenly Dao?
Bang! Bang!
A pair of indescribable pupils could be vaguely seen in the sky.
Thunder roared, and bolts of lightning relentlessly bombarded the secret realm.
The air currents surged, and space collapsed piece by piece, all returning to chaos.
"Xiao Zi, are you a prophet?" Wang Xiaoke exclaimed, sensing the situation was turning bad.
While dodging, they probed for their location amidst the endless dust and void.
At this moment, in the Chaos Temple, Wu Tu and the other two stood facing each other in the open space.
Silence... speechless.
They even suspected they were dead, but something felt wrong.
"My obedient disciple?"
"here!"
When Wu Tu saw Wang Xiaoke appear, he opened his mouth to speak, but then Wang Xiaoke suddenly disappeared.
then……
It appears and disappears in a flash, constantly bouncing around in the same spot.
"What the hell! What kind of godforsaken place is this? What is Xiao Ke doing?"
Wu Tu was overwhelmed with emotion, but when he looked up again, he was met with an even more shocking scene.
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