Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

On Feng Lake, the water rising into the sky gradually turned into a new round of blood rain.

In the rain, those ferocious and roaring creatures gradually fell into a state of silence.

Pairs of eyes that were either spiritual, dull, or distorted and crazy, all looked towards the center of the water, trying to reach into the depths of Feng Lake to see the situation of the Immortal Lord sinking to the bottom of the lake... What happened.

To the west of Feng Lake, on the high Gangfeng layer, several true immortals also showed incredulous looks at the sudden change. There were even more human figures flickering, as if coming through the sky to support Bai Wuhou, who was temporarily defeated.

But soon his companion forcibly held him back, shook his head seriously, and then looked at the bottom of Feng Lake again with eyes filled with awe.

It is like a devout believer who firmly believes that the god he believes in will surely return.

How could the Immortal Ancestor of the Bai family, who had ascended for more than a thousand years, be defeated by a mere despicable sneak attack? The shameless villain who offends Xianwei will definitely pay a hundred times the price!

And Bai Wuhou did not disappoint his followers. His counterattack came quickly.

When the bloody rain finally settled, Feng Lake once again fell into a strange calm. Everything on the lake, whether it was the scarlet lake water or the evil things walking on the waves, began to become extremely slow and then stagnant, as if time It will no longer pass.

In the tranquility, everything faded, and the blood color covering Feng Lake degenerated into a gray and withered color at an alarming speed. As the color faded, everything on the lake began to wither.

The ferocious beasts of flesh and blood quickly shrank into curled up mummies, and the lake water evaporated silently. The water surface continued to sink, sink, and sink again at a speed visible to the naked eye... and the mud and rocks on the lakeside also weathered into sand.

It wasn't until this vast Feng Lake seemed to have become an endless pit leading to the deep earth... that time on the lake resumed its flow.

At this time, half of the smoke docks along the coast were already suspended in the air, and they had to rely on the buoyancy provided by the large array to maintain their footing. And in that dark pit, a large Taoist robe suddenly lit up like a gray lamp in the dark night, grabbing the attention of all the people around.

The gray-robed Mingzong Bai Wuhou slowly rose from the bottom of the pit until he was as high as Lu Zhiyao on the dock. Then, he carefully held up the glazed crown on his head and straightened his hair on his temples. Si, he cast his gaze straight ahead and collided head-on with a pair of eyes eager to try and boiling with fighting spirit!

Wow!

Everyone within a radius of dozens of miles around Feng Lake clearly heard the sound of fragile objects breaking. The sound was not very loud, but it had the penetrating and destructive power comparable to a real knife and a real gun. The moment the sound exploded, a hill on the north bank of Feng Lake was cut off and collapsed. In the lush woods surrounding the lake, trees, flowers, shrubs...all living creatures exploded to pieces. In Yanwu, which bore the brunt, countless people covered their heads and knelt in pain, with blood oozing from their ear holes.

As for the blue shield that protected Yanwu, cracks like dense snowflakes bloomed in an instant, and the light was swaying!

Although before this collision, Lu Zhiyao had returned the shield to the relatively stable oval shape to strengthen its defense capabilities and resist Bai Wuhou's furious counterattack. But facing Ming Zong's full blow, it still seemed powerless.

Lu Zhiyao stood at the front of the formation, and single-handedly borne most of the power of Bai Wuhou's frontal attack, so that millions of cracks burst out on her body in an instant, and her right hand was broken off at the wrist... …like a broken porcelain doll.

After this head-on collision without any fancy, the strength gap between the two immortals became clear at a glance.

It was so obvious that countless people in Yanwu fell into despair.

Lu Zhiyao knew that as an immortal, her qualifications and cultivation were still shallow and far from enough to compete head-on with those veteran immortals, so she chose to rely on the famous Yanwu Formation in Kyushu to make up for the gap in hard power.

Although this Yanwu Formation is a mortal formation, it has been built with countless years of hard work by countless cultivators. Even in the battle of the true immortal level, it is enough to play a decisive role.

In fact, if Mingzong hadn't caught Yanwu off guard with Desolate Poison when he attacked Yanwu, Xiaobanwu Fort fell instantly, and the water and land spiritual veins were cut off, and he could only rely on spiritual stones to temporarily replace the spiritual veins... then a single The Yanwu Formation is enough to make ordinary immortals helpless!

Nowadays, the power of the Yanwu Formation has been greatly weakened, but when Lu Zhiyao controls the formation with all her strength, her true immortal level strength is still improved by a full 30% - this means that the Lu Zhiyao holding the formation Zhiyao, facing Lu Zhiyao alone, only three or four moves are enough to win!

However, in the end, it was still not enough... Bai Wuhou has practiced for many times longer than Lu Zhiyao. Even though he has endured the changes in heaven and the pain of the collapse of the immortal law, at this time, his immortal energy is still nearly 50% stronger than his opponent!

According to the practice of Heavenly Court, the strength gap is so great that in a head-on confrontation, Bai Wuhou only needs one or two rounds to win.

At this time, even if Lu Zhiyao had a large formation to help her, the strength difference between her and Bai Wuhou was still about 20%. When Bai Wuhou was limited by various conditions and found it difficult to go all out, Lu Zhiyao had the ability to strike first and succeed in a sneak attack. However, when Bai Wuhou was so angry that he decided to do whatever it took, even burning his own Immortal Law to descend the [Ground Netherworld], the gap in strength between the two could no longer be bridged.

Although he failed to win with one blow, Bai Wuhou could strike again with all his strength at any time. However, no matter how high-spirited Lu Zhiyao was to fight, the wounds all over her body and the cracks in the formation showed her inability to do so.

The outcome seems to be decided.

However, after Bai Wuhou struck a blow, he froze in place and did not launch a second strike.

On the other side, Lu Zhiyao raised her toes indifferently, kicked her left hand that had been chopped off on the ground in front of her, then waved her left arm, fitting the two sections just right... Then she cut off her hand and resumed it, she held it He clenched his fist, turned his wrist flexibly, nodded with satisfaction, and then gave Bai Wuhou a middle finger.

Bai Wuhou actually turned a blind eye to this, and only watched the tens of thousands of bloody mouths on Lu Zhiyao's body, and the cracks on the blue shield slowly healing... As if there were some unavoidable scruples, for a while Can't do anything!

"What a pity, Ming Zong. If you were in another place, you would not hesitate to harm the Immortal Law to bring down this [Ground Netherworld]. If you want to kill me and the 500,000 living beings in Yanwu behind me, you may only be able to kill me with two or three moves. Unfortunately, this is Feng Lake. It is the Luofeng place that you have longed for, and it is also the place where the nine states’ spiritual veins gather that New Heaven is determined to win. Compared with me, these spiritual veins are much more important than Yanwu. It’s not difficult, but it’s absolutely impossible without damaging Yanwu’s spiritual veins.”

As she said that, Lu Zhiyao even winked playfully and said with a smile: "Or you can desperately use the netherworld to break the formation, break the spiritual veins here, and firmly imprint the netherworld aura here. , turning Fenghu Lake and even Mozhou into an empty dead land where the Heavenly Court's Immortal Law has not been able to gain a foothold for thousands of years, and then explained to the Heavenly Court Supervisory Team behind him that he was just slipping in anger to see if they would believe you and forgive you. "

Although this sentence was said in an understatement, it undoubtedly spoke to Bai Wuhou's thoughts. So after a moment, Bai Wuhou's dull, mask-like face finally showed a change of expression, which seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and looking like crying but not crying. And as his expression twitched, everything on the lake that he turned into silence began to slowly return to their original state.

Lake water began to appear in the deep pit, and the water surface rose little by little until it returned to its original position. And everything around him was colored again.

Bai Wuhou said in a low voice: "Even if you don't use the netherworld on the ground, I can still kill you."

Lu Zhiyao nodded: "Yes, with your broken body after destroying the Immortal Law, you can polish off my blood volume in about ten years of hard work. You said before that Heaven can't wait for me for a thousand years, I wonder if they can wait. You are ten years old.”

When Bai Wuhou heard this, his face showed sarcasm. However, before he could open his mouth to retaliate, he saw a strange light flashing on the lake below him. Before he could examine it carefully, a blue light struck from bottom to top like lightning.

That was actually the fist formed by the Yanwu Formation, a fierce, powerful, cunning and vicious uppercut!

Bai Wuhou was unable to react in time, and was hit in the middle of the jaw by this punch. His consciousness almost collapsed, and he was confused for a moment. And the whole person is like fireworks soaring into the sky, reaching the high wind layer of heaven.

When he regained consciousness, the gray robe he had always loved as his life was riddled with holes.

Gao Tiangfeng, the most ruthless person in the world, tore the love of his heart to pieces when his defenses were at their weakest.

Instead of feeling heartbroken over the damage to the Taoist robe, Bai Wuhou immediately looked down and looked at Lu Zhiyao in disbelief.

This punch...why?

It is not that simple to use the Yanwu Formation as an external dharma image to beat people. Especially when the formation is in poor condition and is riddled with holes inside. If you want to use the formation so flexibly, you have to unite the human formation into one, and use the body of a true immortal that has been tempered to resonate with the formation, so that you can show many flexible changes.

Previously, when she refined the formation into a blue giant, she had to wave her arms herself to drive the giant to punch. But just now... the formation was clearly still in an oval defensive state like an eggshell. Lu Zhiyao just held one hand behind her and stood upright on the dock. Where was her fist? !

Then, Bai Wuhou saw a scene that made him unbelievable.

I saw a right hand that was broken at the wrist, connected by a thin blood line, clenched into a fist half a meter in front of Lu Zhiyao... a lower uppercut shot upward!

And as if aware of Bai Wuhou's gaze, the fist suddenly raised its middle finger!

In an instant, several vivid images flashed through Bai Wuhou's mind.

Before, when he collided head-on with Lu Zhiyao with the Netherworld on the ground, he almost killed her with a thousand knives. Not only was Lu Zhiyao's skin and flesh torn, one of her hands was cut off on the spot.

At that time, she lost her right hand.

But later, in front of Bai Wuhou, Lu Zhiyao easily kicked up the severed hand with her toes, and when she reconnected it in front of him, it was her left hand that was reconnected! At that time, her right arm was naturally carried behind her back, but she was actually using the blood of the True Immortal to control the severed hand, preparing for a sneak attack!

But it was such a ridiculously simple deception that actually deceived Marquis Bai Wu and the mighty Ming Sect with nearly two thousand years of cultivation!

At this time, Lu Zhiyao's unscrupulous laughter came from the ground.

"Hahaha, Lao Bai, you are a real clown! You are so full of such a simple trick! With such a talent for comedy, why not settle down and be your favorite in heaven. As long as you take good care of your own dry road, Eat more liquid food and less fruits and vegetables with seeds, and those old men might appreciate you. This will be much more useful than being beaten and embarrassed on the front line!"

Before Lu Zhiyao's laughter could stop, a slight, almost imperceptible echo of laughter came from the west of Feng Lake along the messy wind.

Bai Wuhou's face remained calm, but the blood jade glazed crown on his head exploded at this moment!

Lu Zhiyao's verbal attack was indeed very vulgar and very effective. The ruthless ridicule from his colleagues in the Heavenly Court completely ignited Bai Wuhou's anger at this moment.

When Bai Wuhou, with disheveled hair, slowly descended from the Gangfeng layer and returned to the surface of Fenghu Lake at the same height as Lu Zhiyao... he was like burnt ash.

He was like a desperate soldier.

So Lu Zhiyao restrained her smile and responded seriously.

Because, at this time, Bai Wuhou was the most peak Bai Wuhou. Although he could not use the netherworld on the ground and lost his strongest killing means. However, at this time, Bai Wuhou could put aside all distractions and regardless of the cost. No matter how many times he was fooled or how much he suffered, he would bite his opponent tightly and never let go.

At this time, Bai Wuhou was still stronger than Lu Zhiyao.

The difference in strength between the two would not make the battle one-sided, but it would hardly allow the weaker party to turn over.

In terms of both strength and experience in fighting immortals, Bai Wuhou is actually superior to Lu Zhiyao, and the latter can only defeat the strong with the weak and gain the upper hand by relying on continuous clever calculations.

However, at this point, all the tricks have been used, and Lu Zhiyao has run out of tricks.

"Then, let's count down for ten years..."

Lu Zhiyao said to herself silently in her heart.

The next moment, a storm that swept dozens of miles burst out on Feng Lake!

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Bai Wuhou's breaking of the formation lasted for three full days.

During the three days, the offensive of the Ming Sect never stopped, and his breaking of the formation was like an airtight net, leaving no flaws for the opponent. In three days, he changed a full thousand unique immortal methods, and the background of the old-fashioned true immortal was undoubtedly revealed.

And such a "plain and unpretentious" offensive did make Lu Zhiyao exhausted. During the three days, Lu Zhiyao was almost stretched to the limit, and she exhausted all her adaptability to barely block the attack of Bai Wuhou.

As for the expected ten-year countdown, nine years had passed in these three days.

The formation could still barely hold on, and the spiritual stone reserves collected by the six major families were still sufficient, but Lu Zhiyao was almost exhausted. This extremely high-intensity battle of true immortals, the gap in experience was almost fatal, and Lu Zhiyao's mental consumption was far higher than expected. Bai Wuhou also saw this point and would never give her a chance to breathe, so he would crush her opponent with this simple and clumsy method.

And Lu Zhiyao had only one solution for this.

"Qin Muzhou, it's your turn."