Kyushu Daoist Master

Mo Changhe has been in seclusion in the Great Wasteland State for hundreds of years. Since he became the strongest man in the Great Wasteland State, no one has been his opponent, and no one is worthy of his attack. This is a very lonely thing for him. Today, he finally waited for Yang Ze to appear. The loneliness in his heart dissipated, and was replaced by a strong desire to fight.

In addition to the strong desire to fight released from the old body, there is also a strong realm pressure. If you don’t look at the real combat power, just look at the realm pressure, the realm of Mo Changhe, the ancestor of the Xushen Sect, has exceeded Yang Ze’s realm.

However, Yang Ze can feel that there is a different breath on Mo Changhe. That breath is not the breath of the sixth-grade palace realm, but the breath close to the seventh-grade master realm.

It seems that Mo Changhe has been in seclusion for so many years and still cannot reach the limit of the sixth level. He has not tempered all the acupuncture points in his body. In the end, he chose to impact the seventh-level master level. However, this world lacks the vitality of heaven and earth, and it is destined that there is no way to break through to the seventh-level master level through normal cultivation. Mo Changhe can only cultivate to the half-step seventh level at most.

"I wonder how many acupuncture points in your body have been tempered." When Mo Changhe's aura reached its peak, he had already overwhelmed Yang Ze, but he did not feel relaxed at all, so he asked.

"Six hundred and fifty-seven, how about you." Yang Ze stood with his hands behind his back, his expression very calm.

After hearing Yang Ze say this number, Mo Changhe's eyes shrank, as if he didn't believe it, but he still said: "Six hundred and ninety-seven!"

Yang Ze's heart also moved. This number is not less at all. Six hundred and ninety-seven, there are only the last twenty-three deadly points left from the sixth-level limit. Among all the peak six-grade divine palace realm masters Yang Ze had seen, Mo Changhe's realm was high enough to rank second, second only to his master.

"Judging from your expression, there should be a sixth-grade divine palace realm master higher than mine in the outside world."

Yang Ze nodded, without saying much. With this nod, Mo Changhe understood that the top combat power in the outside world was much stronger than their Great Wasteland State.

Yang Ze alone was not the highest in the outside world, but the actual combat power he had just shown was already quite amazing. If he were to do what Yang Ze had done before, he would not be sure that he could do it. After easily suppressing nearly thirty divine palace realm masters, he beat back four peak divine palace realm masters.

If the stronger peak divine palace realm master mentioned by Yang Ze came, their Great Wasteland State would probably encounter a catastrophe today.

But even so, Mo Changhe did not have any idea of ​​retreating. On the contrary, his fighting spirit became stronger and stronger.

After a long period of seclusion, he had already felt the bottleneck. No matter how hard he tried, he could only take a tiny step forward. If he fought with a strong man like Yang Ze, he might have a chance to break through to a higher realm.

And for the sake of the Great Wilderness State, he could not retreat today.

"I have been in seclusion for hundreds of years without taking action. Today, I will come to learn from the strong men from the outside world."

As the last word fell, Mo Changhe grabbed with his right hand in the air, and a large amount of true energy from his body condensed on his right hand, turning into a white spear, and shot directly at Yang Ze.

The spear turned into a white trajectory in the air and went straight to Yang Ze. There was also a terrible momentum released from the spear, which made the area of ​​​​thousand miles appear a bit of murderous aura.

Yang Ze watched the spear shooting towards his body. He clenched his right fist, and at the moment when his momentum reached the peak, his right fist blasted directly.

The light of the indestructible golden body emanated from the right fist. When the fist and the spear collided, the light emanated to the extreme, forming a terrible gust of wind that swept out.

The strong physical force directly shattered the spear, and a white circular mark was left on Yang Ze's right fist. At this moment, under the impact of his powerful physical force, this circular mark was gradually blurring.

The spear did not completely dissipate after it shattered. The true energy condensed into the spear turned into pieces of broken blades. These blades rolled together under the traction of a force, and they came directly to Yang Ze like a storm.

Yang Ze's eyes flashed with a gleam of light. This method of controlling the true energy is really rare. It seems that the martial arts foundation of this Great Wasteland State is indeed not shallow.

The left hand pinched the formula, and the true energy fluctuations also appeared from Yang Ze's left hand. At this time, Yang Ze directly performed the true energy division technique.

A powerful true energy shot out from his left hand, but it did not separate, but directly rolled up all the true energy blades, and then ground them into pieces.

The power of the true energy splitting technique had not yet dissipated, but it directly transformed into a series of strong attacks that killed Mo Changhe.

Mo Changhe was slightly surprised to see Yang Ze's precise control of the true energy, but he was the top powerhouse in the Great Wasteland State after all, so he would not be surprised. He formed a seal with his hands, and a huge handprint was directly hit, smashing a large number of attacks.

At the same time, Mo Changhe pinched his hands and drew a circle in front of him. The circle was drawn by Mo Changhe using a large amount of true energy. A huge circle rotated in the air, emitting a devouring force. The circle quickly expanded in front of Mo Changhe, directly increasing several times, and the powerful devouring force swallowed all the true energy attacks.

In just a few breaths, Yang Ze's true essence splitting technique was completely swallowed by this strange circle, and the circle also looked a little dim. Mo Changhe put his hands away, and the circle slowly dissipated. Then he made a gesture with his hands towards the sky, and Yang Ze immediately felt a sense of crisis.

Yang Ze saw a circle appear about 300 feet above him. Although the circle was dim, there was a dazzling white light shooting out of it and falling towards Yang Ze's body.

Before it was over, Mo Changhe had already put his hands away the moment the white light fell. Mo Changhe slapped his storage bag, and a long spear fell into his hand. The long spear pointed at Yang Ze's body, and a dazzling spiritual light rose from the spear, turning into a giant spear and stabbing Yang Ze.

After the two strong attacks were launched, Mo Changhe's face turned pale. If it wasn't for a quick victory, he wouldn't have launched such a powerful attack so quickly.

Boom boom boom!

The two attacks quickly hit Yang Ze, and the powerful force released instantly swallowed Yang Ze, and a huge energy ball was directly blasted out in the air. Various energies in it were constantly impacting Yang Ze, trying to smash Yang Ze's body into pieces.

When the roar lasted for about ten breaths in the air, there was suddenly a sound of breaking.

Yang Ze tore the energy ball apart with both hands, and then walked out of it. However, he had just appeared, and before he could see clearly what was happening outside, a blood-red spear stabbed directly at his face.

The power contained in the blood-red spear was many times stronger than the previous one, and there was a monstrous blood energy contained in it, which was enough to affect other people's minds.

However, all this had little effect on Yang Ze. Yang Ze's mind did not fluctuate at all. At the moment when the spear was about to pierce himself, thunder and lightning roared, and the Thunder Blood Evil Knife had already fallen into Yang Ze's hand.

The blade flashed, and Yang Ze attacked with a knife. The blade had already chopped the blood-colored spear. A violent collision occurred, and Yang Ze's body slightly retreated two steps, but the blood-colored spear was directly knocked out.

Mo Changhe looked solemn, and directly forced out a drop of his own blood essence, which merged into the spear. Blood-colored lines appeared on the spear, and a terrifying bloody aura burst out.

Grabbing the spear, Mo Changhe's aura had changed a lot, especially at this time Mo Changhe was surrounded by spiritual light, and a set of armor was directly worn on Mo Changhe. Mo Changhe poured all his strength into the spear.

Then Mo Changhe rushed out, grabbed the spear, and his aura reached its peak, and stabbed Yang Ze with the aura that seemed to be able to pierce everything.

Yang Ze's eyes flashed, and he used the Thunder Blade directly. Thousands of thunder and lightning roared out, slashing down with terrifying power, and slashing together with the gun.

Boom boom boom!

The loud noise could be heard in the air in half of the Great Wilderness State. The violent fluctuations of the battle shook the clouds in half of the Great Wilderness State and alarmed countless people.

At the core of this fluctuation, Yang Ze and Mo Changhe retreated. Yang Ze waved the Thunder Blood Blade in his hand and dispelled all the power in front of him.

Mo Changhe stepped back ten steps, and when he took the last step, he spit out a mouthful of blood. The tiger's mouth of his right hand holding the gun even broke open, and blood was flowing out of the hole.

Mo Changhe's eyes changed greatly when he looked at Yang Ze. Yang Ze's strength was too strong. That terrifying body and that abnormal recovery ability made Yang Ze's combat power beyond his realm.

He couldn't help but have a terrible thought. If all the warriors in the outside world were as powerful as Yang Ze, how could they maintain peace in the Great Wasteland State?

As soon as this thought came to mind, Mo Changhe thought of how terrible the consequences of Yang Ze's departure would be. He would never let the Great Wasteland State be exposed like this.

Releasing the spear, Mo Changhe pointed a finger at his dantian, and then slapped his forehead with a palm. His already powerful aura rose again, climbing to a more terrifying realm.

During this rise, a faint aura of the Grandmaster Realm emerged from him. After seeing this scene, Mo Ruyun and the other four people behind Mo Changhe changed their expressions.