I Really Don’t Know How To Practice

With the Emperor Wu's full power, the radiance of the bright sun gradually weakened.

Although this power is good in the holy realm, it has been sealed for thousands of years, and the power in it has been weakened to some extent. In addition, this power is not owned by the Martial Emperor himself, so he feels powerless to control it.

Back then, the ancestors of the Wu family left this power seal in order to make a comeback when the Wu family encountered life and death, but the ancestors of the Wu family did not expect that there would be another holy realm in the Great Wu Dynasty.

It's not that other people's talents are definitely not as good as the ancestors of the Wu family, but because the lower realm where the Great Wu Dynasty is located does not have enough aura and rules of heaven and earth to support monks to break through the holy realm.

The only way to break through to the holy realm is to devour other people's spiritual power to break through like Emperor Wu. Of course, Han Xu's system is not counted because it is not representative.

But Emperor Wu didn't know that even if he broke through to the holy realm and went to the upper realm with the Beiming Divine Art, he was still much worse than those who practiced and broke through by himself, because after the holy realm, the comparison is against the rules of heaven and earth. As for the level of comprehension, the Beiming Divine Art can only be regarded as a side-door way of taking shortcuts. Although it can be achieved quickly, but without one's own comprehension, it can be regarded as losing at the starting line.

Feeling that the power he could control was weakening, Emperor Wu finally felt hopeless.

Once Yaoyang's power is exhausted, it will be his death.

"I didn't expect my generation of kings to end up like this!" Emperor Wu sighed heartily, and shouted, "God, you are unfair to me!"

All his life, he pursued the holy realm again, and for this he did not hesitate to sacrifice his loyal ministers and even friends.

Now he felt the power of the holy realm, but it was someone else who mastered this invincible power.

A **** boy who feels like he doesn't know how to cultivate at all.

What irony, what cruelty.

As if he heard the roar in Emperor Wu's heart and felt his uneasiness, a voice sounded directly in his heart: "Want to gain power? This seat can give it to you."

Hearing the sound, Emperor Wu immediately looked around, but apart from Han Xu, there was no one at all.

"who is it?"

"You don't need to know who I am, you just need to tell me whether you want to or not. I don't have much time, so tell me your answer now."

"Think!" Emperor Wu said without hesitation, having reached this level, he has nothing to worry about.

"I have only one condition, kill the person in front of you."

"as you wish!"

At this time, when Han Xu was about to use the next blow to understand the Emperor Wu, a gray beam of light was shot out in the void hole blasted by the spiritual power of the two just now, and this beam carried an extremely powerful Power, before Han Xu could react, the light beam sank into Emperor Wu's chest.

Immediately afterwards, Emperor Wu let out a scream, his face was bulging with veins, and his fists were clenched tightly, as if he was enduring great pain.

A series of chaotic spiritual energy surrounded him, more and more, forming a tornado storm.

Han Xu swung a bolt of lightning, but was directly swallowed by the storm.

When the storm was over, Emperor Wu's figure appeared again, but this time his appearance changed a little.

His originally burly and strong body has lost a lot of weight, and his face looks a little sick. It should have been exhausted just now.

But the strange thing is that the aura exuded by Emperor Wu is completely different from before.

"Is this the Holy Land?" Emperor Wu took a greedy breath, feeling the surging power in his body, he couldn't help laughing.

Han Xu was a little surprised when he saw Emperor Wu's complacent look.

He could naturally feel that Emperor Wu had stepped into the holy realm with the power of the light beam just now, and he also noticed something that Emperor Wu did not know.

The power that penetrated into Emperor Wu's body gave Han Xu an extremely familiar feeling.

Soon, Han Xu remembered where he had experienced the same power, the southern border.

That power is the witch god.

Han Xu looked at the hole in the void that was slowly healing, as if he saw the sinister ridicule of the witch god.

"Could it be that the blow just now broke through the barrier between the God Realm and the Mortal Realm?"

As soon as Han Xu thought about it, he felt a gust of wind coming towards him. He swung Fang Tian's painted halberd, just in time to block the suppressing Clear Sky Hammer.

This time, Han Xu did not show an overwhelming advantage. The two stalemate together, evenly matched, evenly matched.

Space cracks spread out from the place where the two fought, and they collided hundreds of times in an instant. This was a real holy battle.

In Wangcheng, everyone felt a sense of oppression coming from the sky. The children hid under the beds in the house and dared not come out, as if the sky was about to fall.

Suddenly, terrible cracks appeared in the sky. The original blue sky seemed to be a shattered mirror.

The most violent reaction was the crowd at the court. Only they knew that Han Xu and the Emperor Wu were fighting above the heavens, and the vision that appeared now was the result of the battle between the two.

What a powerful force this is, even the sky can be shattered.

Wu Xiuren said to himself with a ghostly look on his face: "This is what Han Xu did? How could he?"

King Wei is the highest realm among all the people present, and only he understands that both sides of this battle have already stepped into the holy realm.

Above the sky, the two fought inextricably.

Han Xu felt that Emperor Wu's power was not only the power of the holy realm, but also had a feeling of inexplicable reason. The power of Emperor Wu seemed to have a faint feeling of oppressiveness on the surrounding world.

"This is the power of the gods." Han Xu sighed. The strange thing is that although the power of the Martial Emperor can suppress the surrounding world, it cannot suppress Han Xu's spiritual power.

There is only one explanation that makes sense. Han Xu's spiritual power did not come from his own cultivation, but was obtained through the system.

It can only be said that the spiritual power obtained through the system, in terms of rank, is at least not inferior to the power of living beings. This point is probably beyond the imagination of the witch **** himself.

Emperor Wu's excitement from the beginning slowly turned to surprise, and then back to horror.

He already felt a little tired from playing, but Han Xu was still alive and well.

"It must be resolved quickly!"

Martial Emperor clasped his hands together, and his whole body slowly merged into the giant kun. Then, the giant kun opened its huge mouth~www.wuxiaspot.com~ an irresistible force of devouring surged surging.

Han Xu felt this force, and even he couldn't resist it, and he couldn't help but move towards the giant kun.

"Han Xu, I must swallow you today, come on, sacrifice your power to me!"

In the virtual shadow of the giant kun, the Emperor Wu's face was full of madness.

Han Xu said disdainfully: "This power is not yours after all."

After finishing speaking, the Fang Tian painted halberd in Han Xu's hand disappeared, replaced by a sharp sword shining with cold light.

This sword looked ordinary, but it gave the Emperor Wu a kind of awe from the bottom of his heart. There was endless evil spirit on the blade, which was forged by the blood of countless strong men.

"What kind of sword is this?"

Before Emperor Wu had time to ask, countless sword qi appeared beside Han Xu, and immediately after, his whole body seemed to turn into a sharp sword, which pierced through at a faster speed with the devouring power released by Emperor Wu. Passed the Emperor Wu's body.

When Emperor Wu realized it, Han Xu was already standing behind him, with the tip of the sharp sword pointing down, and a drop of bright red blood dripped down.