Chapter 777 Zhou Wujie’s Confidence
Tianwu Blessed Land, within the territory of the Qin Dynasty.
puff!
A young man exploded the head of a ninth-level Martial King with a flick of his finger.
This young man is Zhou Wujie who just entered.
"It's too weak. Apart from making the tortoise shell a little harder, the skills you practice are useless. Except for Han Yang, the barbarians here are all useless!"
To Zhou Wujie, all warriors from the lower realm can be called barbarians.
If Han Yang hadn't appeared in this blessed land, he wouldn't even bother to come here.
He has his own arrogance and confidence.
Even if he does not enter the blessed land to practice, he is sure to be promoted to the ninth level of Martial Lord as quickly as possible, and even defeat Nangong Lin and become a Martial Ancestor who is not a Martial Ancestor.
Therefore, since he stepped into Tianwu Blessed Land, Zhou Wujie did not dodge or dodge all the way, heading straight towards the Demon Realm along a straight line.
Wherever it passes, people block it and kill people, and the city blocks it and destroys it.
In less than three hours, a layer of blood energy had already wrapped around his body.
boom!
One foot down.
The entire palace of the Qin Dynasty was in ruins.
"You...will die badly."
"The Demon Emperor will kill you to avenge us..."
Most of the royal family of the Great Qin Dynasty moved to the Demon Realm, and the rest were just a few old eunuchs guarding the palace.
"How dare you insult me? Then don't blame me for massacring the city."
Zhou Wujie, with cold eyes, turned his palms.
boom.
The unique knowledge of Xumi Sect.
One palm, one world.
It was as if there was a world rolling down towards the royal city of the Qin Dynasty.
Everyone in the royal city felt despair.
Even the ninth-level Martial King is like a mantis using his arms as a chariot, unable to withstand such power.
"kill!"
At this moment, an old figure flew out from the ruins of the palace.
Emperor Wu.
This old eunuch was originally a ninth-level Martial King, but his life was short and he was on the verge of death.
Han Yang took the world to ascend, attracting blessings from heaven and earth, allowing him to be promoted to the Martial Emperor Realm by luck.
Originally, he was still continuing to polish his realm, but he couldn't watch Zhou Wujie massacre the city, so he had to take risks.
"The little Martial Emperor dares to attack me? It's ridiculous."
Zhou Wujie didn't take this person seriously at all. He didn't even raise his eyelids and continued to press down with his palms.
Click.
The King Realm force field was shattered.
The soul was severely damaged.
The old Martial Emperor was still a hundred and eighty thousand miles away from the falling huge palm, but he suffered heavy damage in an instant.
"Wuzong! You are the legendary Wuzong!"
The old Emperor Wu roared in disbelief: "A powerful man from the martial arts sect actually slaughtered ordinary people. Do you have any humanity?"
Zhou Wujie remained silent.
Only the palm fell slowly.
He seemed to enjoy the feeling of controlling all living beings and deciding life and death, and deliberately slowed down the speed of his giant palm.
"Ahh..."
No matter how much the old Emperor Wu yelled and resisted, the huge palm that covered the sky and the sun was still falling irresistibly.
"I don't accept it!"
The old Emperor Wu was in agony.
After ascending to the upper realm, I thought that the opportunity was coming for all the people to practice martial arts.
Unexpectedly, the world was about to be destroyed.
Zheng!
Just when the world in the palm of my hand was about to be realized, at the critical moment, a thunderous sound of knives exploded in the air.
clang!
A flash of sword light struck the world in his palm, and there was a sound of gold and iron clashing.
One knife, open up the world!
Click!
The world in Zhou Wujie's palm was split into two and turned into nothingness at the last moment.
A city full of warriors and millions of ordinary people survived.
"How brave! Who dares to stop me from slaughtering the city?"
Furious, Zhou Wujie's face turned gloomy, and he turned to look in the direction of the sword light.
I saw...
Above the void, there is a young man in white walking with a sword, as graceful as an immortal.
"Your Majesty the Demon Emperor..."
The old Emperor Wu fell to his knees with a pop, tears streaming down his face.
In the end, it was Demon Emperor Han Yang who saved all sentient beings.
It can only be Demon Emperor Han Yang.
"Meet His Majesty the Demon Emperor."
All the people in the capital of the Qin Dynasty shouted sincerely.
"You are that...Han Yang!"
Zhou Wujie's pupils shrank, and a strong fighting spirit rose from his body.
His trip was to hunt Han Yang.
Now, before entering the demonic realm, I can meet the real master in advance.
"Are you from the Xumi Sect?"
Han Yang's eyes were equally cold.
Originally, Han Yang had a pretty good impression of Xumi Holy Land because of Luqiu Miaoyu.
But Zhou Wujie's ruthless methods of destroying cities and villages and massacring all living beings along the way had already angered him.
Zhou Wujie, damn it.
Xumi Sect should be destroyed.
"I am the Holy Son of Xumi Sect, Zhou..."
Zhou Wujie was interrupted by Han Yang before he could finish his sentence.
"I know you are from the Xumi Sect, that's all!"
He didn't even bother to ask what this person's name was.
Just a dead person, no need for a name.
Zheng.
The sound of swords sounded.
Kill Zen!
"Arrogance."
A burst of anger burned and rose in Zhou Wujie's chest.
He is the proud son of heaven, and is praised by the whole sect as the second in Nangong.
Wherever you go, no one should be treated with respect and respect.
Even the first-line leaders like Han Ye'er loved him and treated him as a relative and friend.
How dare a barbarian from the lower world interrupt him and prevent him from signing up?
"Suppression!"
Zhou Wujie turned his palm again and pressed it towards Han Yang's blade.
Another secret of Xumi Sect... the world in the palm of your hand.
Only this time, the huge world was compressed and condensed into the size of an ordinary palm, but its power was even more astonishing.
boom.
Blade collides with the world.
The two of them couldn't help but retreat.
A hole the size of a palm was blown out of Han Yang's clothes.
Zhou Wujie's arm was cut open by a blade, and drops of blood flowed down.
"Something capable!"
Zhou Wujie stretched out his fingers, dipped the blood in his mouth and took a sip. The corners of his mouth gradually turned towards his ears, with a ferocious smile.
boom.
A golden light fell from the void.
Xumi Sect's forbidden technique, the world comes.
Use the power of the world to inject yourself into yourself.
Click!
Under his feet, the void shattered, as if he was as heavy as carrying a world on his back.
"die!"
Carrying Pei Ran's strength, Zhou Wujie bowed and jumped out, punching Han Yang.
"The beauty is on."
The red threads spread in Han Yang's eyes and his hair turned blood red.
The Xumi Sect boy in front of him was the strongest genius he had seen in the Qingtian Realm, and his talent was not inferior to that of Nangong Lin.
Even the lotus medicine that activates the second-level spirit body is a little inferior when encountering this person.
Zheng.
In the sound of knives.
The fist and the blade collided again.
Boom boom boom!
The two of them exchanged seven or eight moves, but they couldn't tell the difference between them.
"No wonder you can kill those trash in Jingshi Valley... It turns out you still have such ability... It's a pity that you met me today."
The stalemate made Zhou Wujie's temper extremely violent.
"The Three Realms are coming!"
He raised again with two forbidden spells.
All the bones in the body were pressed and cracked.
"Shattered World!"
Taking action again, Zhou Wujie carried the power of the three worlds with each move, which could be said to... destroy the heaven and the earth.
"This man is so young... he can actually fight the Demon King to a close?"
What the old Emperor Wu and others below saw was shocking.
Demon Emperor Han Yang has been invincible since he appeared in this world, with almost no opponents.
Now, a young man of about the same age can actually fight against His Majesty the Demon Emperor for more than ten rounds. This is definitely the only time they have ever seen him.
The upper realm deserves to be called the upper realm.
…
clang.
The knife and fist collided again.
There is still no distinction between top and bottom.
It's as if the two worlds behind were added in vain.
Zhou Wujie's expression gradually became serious after flying away.
Han Yang looked at him on the other side and spoke slowly: "Is that all? I'm curious whether you have offended too many people outside and someone deliberately asked you to die..."
This person is indeed very strong.
In terms of talent, it far surpasses Lotus Medicine.
But, that's all.
If he only had this ability, he would not be Han Yang's opponent.
"Deliberately asking me to die? Haha."
Zhou Wujie laughed angrily: "Since you want to see my true ability, then I will help you. Barbarian, don't be scared stupid..."
Boom.
The moment the words fell, something flashed on his body.
An earth-colored light.
Zhou Wujie's originally ordinary figure suddenly swelled into a ten-foot-tall giant, standing tall against the sky and the earth.
Between the eyebrows, there is an additional world rune.
"I am Houtu spirit body, third level!"
