Fantasy: Prince Peerless, Conquer the Heavens!

"How is that possible?"

"Have you also broken through to the Quasi-Sacred Realm?"

Above the starry sky, Wen Zhiming put his hands behind his back and looked down at Cao Cao. After looking at him carefully for a moment, he shouted in disbelief.

Da Qin also has a quasi-sage?

Does this mean that his plan failed before it was implemented?

Then, endless murderous intent flashed in his eyes. Only by killing Cao Cao could he occupy the literary world and conquer the Qin Dynasty until his ambition was realized.

"kill!"

Wen Zhiming roared, and countless wisps of white literary energy emerged, covering the starry sky, forming an endless sea of ​​​​literary, mighty and powerful, heading towards Cao Cao's suppression.

The starry sky is distorted.

The star field in ten directions became empty.

In response, Cao Cao smiled contemptuously, unsheathed his sword in his hand, and slashed forward.

A billion-mile-long sword energy flew across the sky.

With the majestic aura of a human king and supreme majesty, he made heaven and earth surrender, made all realms prostrate, and made all heavens and worlds lose their luster.

Boom!

With a loud noise, the boundless sea of ​​literature was directly divided into two.

Wen Zhiming staggered, and with a wave of his right hand, the Dao of Hongmeng Wen emerged, condensed a writing pen, and wrote the word "sword" with a flick of the paper.

The word 'sword' appears!

In the bright starry sky, countless sword energies appeared, gathering together to form a sword river, with sharp edges and sharp edges, tearing apart everything.

"Mountain!"

Wen Zhiming drank softly, continued to wave his writing pen, and wrote the word "山".

Under the dome of stars, immeasurable cultural energy flows freely, forming a huge sacred mountain, dozens of light years long, several light years high, and extremely majestic.

The mountain fell, like the sky sinking, towards Cao Cao's town.

Wherever it passed, the starry sky was shattered.

After two attacks broke out, Wen Zhiming showed no sign of stopping and wrote big characters one after another.

"knife!"

As soon as this word came out, countless sword energy suspended in the starry sky and fell like a heavy rain.

"wind!"

As soon as this word came out, twelve star tornadoes appeared in all directions, connecting the heaven and the earth, containing terrifying tearing power, turning the world passing by into nothing.

"thunder!"

As soon as this word came out, billions of dark clouds gathered together, bursts of thunder, bright lightning, and rained down thunders of destruction, tearing apart the starry sky and wiping out everything.

In an instant, the stars surrounding millions of light-years turned into a place of death, with the power of destruction everywhere. Even if a powerful immortal stepped in, he would be dead in an instant.

“Fancy!”

Cao Cao's expression remained unchanged, he raised his sword high and slashed it down hard.

Boom!

The dark starry sky suddenly turned into blood.

A streak of blood-colored sword energy flew across the sky, carrying the meaning of a hero. It was extremely fierce, extremely majestic, and extremely terrifying.

In a trance, from the sword energy, one can see a tycoon in troubled times, who has gone through life and death several times, grown from weak to strong, and killed countless powerful enemies.

The sword energy falls!

The sacred mountain, the thunder, the tornado, everything turned into nothingness.

"not good!"

Wen Zhiming's face changed slightly, and he swung the writing pen in his hand quickly, using the tip of the pen as a weapon to slash out terrifying attacks one after another, flying towards the bloody sword energy.

But without exception, these attacks turned into powder as soon as they came into contact with the bloody sword energy.

Bang!

The next breath, Wen Zhiming was hit by the bloody sword energy, his body flew upside down uncontrollably, and his blood spilled into the starry sky three thousand miles away.

Cao Cao stepped forward and walked towards Wen Zhiming!

"Damn it!"

"Why is his strength so strong?"

Wen Zhiming struggled to stand up, his face turned pale. On his chest, there was a bone-deep injury, and his beating heart could be seen.

He looked at Cao Cao who was pressing closer and closer, and felt a sense of fear.

But more than that, it’s still crazy!

He is the inheritor of literature and art, how could he fail?

"Hongmeng Purple Qi, come out!"

Wen Zhiming gritted his teeth, and with a thought, a purple energy flew out from between his eyebrows, suspended above his head, and shed endless light, making his energy become endlessly mysterious.

At this moment, he is like the creator of the context!

Cao Cao paused, his face full of suspicion.

What is this for?

Zoomed in?

"Zhutianwenmai, come out!"

Wen Zhiming raised his hands high and roared loudly.

At the same time, a trace of doubt flashed in the eyes of the various worlds in the vast world of Jiuzhou, entrenched in the sea of ​​luck, and they blinked and continued to lie in the sea of ​​luck to rest.

Just now, it sensed a strong summoning force.

If it had been before, it would have definitely gone.

But now, it is staying well in Daqin, why should it go back and be restrained?

Of course, the main reason is that the literary and Taoist culture of Great Qin was very prosperous. Whether it was Confucianism or Taoism, it benefited a lot from it.

There was silence in the starry sky battlefield.

Wen Zhiming waited for a while and found that there was no sign of the arrival of the Zhutian Wenmai, showing a trace of doubt?

What's going on?

He is the inheritor of literature and art.

In other words, he is the master of the cultural lineage of the heavens, and this identity is recognized by the will of the heavens.

Then why didn’t Zhutian Wenmai appear?

Is the posture wrong?

"Zhutianwenmai, come out!"

Wen Zhiming pinched his fingers and roared again.

Zhutian Wenmai, who was lying in the sea of ​​luck, turned over, covered his ears with his paws, and continued to sleep soundly.

There was silence again.

Wen Zhiming swallowed, feeling uneasy. Could he have been abandoned by Zhutian Wenmai?

"it's over!"

Cao Cao waited for a while and felt that it was boring. Immortal energy surged in his body and he chopped off again.

Clang!

The bloody sword energy divides the sky.

The unparalleled sharpness bloomed, enough to wipe out nine heavens and ten earths, and it locked on Wen Zhiming with the intention of killing.

"No!"

When Wen Zhiming saw this, his pupils shrank, the hairs on his body stood up, the blood in his body stopped flowing, and he couldn't help but scream.

die!

He senses endless death!

At this moment, he was no longer a high-ranking quasi-sage, but more like a prisoner waiting to be executed. As for the executioner, he was naturally Cao Cao.

boom!

The next breath, there was a cloud of blood mist in the starry sky.

Wen Zhiming's body was directly divided into two.

Body, soul, will, holy status.

Everything that exists has been wiped out of life and completely disappeared from this world, with no possibility of resurrection.

boom!

The heavens and the world trembled.

Regardless of whether it is the Great Thousand World, the Middle Thousand World, or the Small Thousand World, all the sky has turned into the color of blood, the blood clouds are rolling, and a rain of blood is falling, pattering down on the earth.

These rains of blood contain thin holy power and produce many good fortunes.

Originating from heaven and earth, returning to heaven and earth.

The rain of blood destroys people's sorrow!

For some reason, all the creatures felt a sense of sadness, and their chests felt blocked, as if they were pressed against a big stone.

"Heaven and earth share the same sorrow!"

"This is the fall of a quasi-sage strong man!"

An old man with gray hair and profound knowledge stretched out his hand to catch a drop of blood, took a breath and said in a trembling voice.

All the warriors who heard this were moved.

They looked at the bloody sky, and a thought flashed through their minds, that is, the quasi-sage will also fall?