Stop In The Deep Sea

Nightmare Realm!

It turns out that the most powerful thing about Cheng Ye's 48th sequence mimicry is not the nightmare form that he imitated using the fingertip silver!

But this incredible nightmare realm!

Blood mist filled the entire square, and everything in this area was like a red mask, losing its original true appearance.

Wang Xin identified the location of the sound and focused all his attention on the front, but Cheng Ye suddenly appeared from behind like a ghost.

A flash of silver light flashed, and the silver curved thorn bearing on Cheng Ye's arm slashed across Wang Xin's body.

"Pfft~"

A long gash was opened on Wang Xin's chest.

After grunting, he immediately jumped into the battle again. Now, as long as he was not fatally injured, he would probably have to put it aside.

The surroundings were very quiet at this time, and the members of the Mimicry Alliance no longer knew how to express the trembling in their hearts.

"Is Mr. Cheng a mimic or an ancient warrior? Why did he have such a strange phenomenon like Wang Xin?..." Someone asked with their mouths wide open.

"This is not a phenomenon caused by the transformation of spiritual energy." Someone saw some clues and slowly explained. "The air is full of water droplets, fog droplets, and aerosols. Mr. Cheng used elastic mithril to change the distribution of particles in the air."

"That's right." Another person took over, "When all the particles with the wavelength of red light are gathered here, a terrifying sea of ​​blood is formed."

"Oh my God, it's so scary. Mr. Cheng is probably the strongest among the Mimics."

"In this blood mist, there is no vision at all. Look at Wang Xin, like a headless fly, unable to find Mr. Cheng's location."

"Mr. Cheng's talent in mimicry is indeed beyond what we can match. He has been attached to the flesh and blood through elastic mithril and has completely integrated into the mist."

"You mean, even the ancient warrior's spiritual consciousness cannot discover his location?"

"That's right, at this moment, the entire bloody mist is Mr. Cheng's true form."

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Wang Xin's heart sank to the bottom as he listened to everyone's discussion. Those people were right. This was indeed the predicament he was in now.

Even though he had poured his true energy into his eyes and barely improved his field of vision by about two meters, he still couldn't tell the enemy's position.

The overwhelming murderous intent released by the seventy-two stone characters seemed to have lost its effect. Cheng Ye continued to attack without being affected at all.

In this field, Cheng Ye is like a god descending, dominating everything.

To be fair, this field is much stronger than Jing Le's gravity field. Being able to sit in the position of the second-in-command of the Twelve Owls is indeed a well-deserved reputation.

Under this situation, Wang Xin could only squeeze the magic formula with his hands and hold the last of the eight powerful movements in his hands. This method consumes a lot of money and cannot be tried easily.

This is his last chance. With his current cultivation at the peak of Flame Realm, after casting this technique, he will definitely not have any strength left to fight.

The hunt continues.

In less than three minutes, Wang Xin was covered in blood.

The battle between the two had suddenly become a one-sided massacre by Cheng Ye.

"No! You have to think of a way. If you continue like this, you will definitely be hacked to death by him."

Wang Xin's brows twisted into the character "eight".

He was really unwilling.

During his journey as an ancient martial artist, he struggled with the sky, and after suffering so many years in this field, was he really going to die at the hands of a mimic?

He still had too many things to do, and the world was so vast that he hadn't even had time to see it yet.

And what kind of strength is the highest level of cultivators - the Burning Realm.

Will everything come to an end and be buried forever under the 10,000-meter deep sea?

Wang Xin took a deep breath, and the "Great Heaven Sutra" began to operate on its own, constantly impacting the spiritual platform, which calmed his thoughts a little.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Yu Xi changed her usual playful expression and looked at the fighting outside with a serious face.

She was in a state of confusion at this time. If Wang Xin died in the battle, the bronze tile would lose its host, and she would fall into darkness and silence again.

But even so, Yuxi still didn't dare to make suggestions for him. The two were at a critical moment in the battle, and Wang Xin's distraction might affect his judgment and lead him to a point of no return.

So I can only watch quietly how this little brother will break through the death situation.

At this moment, Wang Xin suddenly had clear hearing and vision, and he thought of a way!

"I have been cultivating for more than ten years, relying not only on my passion, but also on my indomitable momentum. How can I let you, a little kid like you, ruin me here!"

He concentrated all his energy on his left arm.

"In this bloody mist, are you the sky? Then I will overthrow the sky and your dojo!"

Yuxi seemed to see what he was thinking, and tears filled her eyes for a moment: "Brother..."

Cheng Ye laughed loudly in the blood mist. He didn't believe that the other party could cause any more waves, so he rotated the curved thorn bearing to the extreme, and even emitted a trace of electric light.

"End it, this farce has gone on long enough."

Cheng Ye condensed into a solid entity in mid-air and attacked Wang Xin fiercely!

"It's you who deserve to die!" Wang Xin responded with a raised eyebrow. He no longer dodged as before, but raised his left arm bursting with energy and thrust it forward!

His hair moved automatically without wind, roaring like a god or demon.

This is the aura of being born toward death.

It is the courage to fear nothing in the world.

"Click——"

The sound of breaking bones echoed throughout the square.

The curved thorn bearing was so sharp that it cut directly into Wang Xin's left arm.

"Hahahaha~..." Wang Xin looked ferocious, looking up to the sky and laughing wildly regardless of the pain.

The next moment, he quickly moved his bones and clamped the curved thorn bearing tightly.

Only then did Cheng Ye understand the other party's intention. Wang Xin wanted to use his arm to prevent himself from merging into the blood mist again.

Crazy batch!

What courage this requires!

The gecko's tail is cut off, as if it's trying to survive!

"You fucking..."

Cheng Ye's eyes showed fear for the first time.

Unfortunately, it was too late, Wang Xin's method had already been formed.

"The eighth posture, the classic posture!"

At this point, the eight powerful movements have been completely performed!

Block out the sun, embrace the moon, star evil, beam the stars, pull up the mountains, skim the sea, the earth is strange, the scriptures.

This last pose is named after the Mahatma Sutra, for no other reason than that it incorporates all of Wang Xin's growth since entering the sea, including his understanding of qigong and even his insights into ancient martial arts.

"Om, ma, ni, ba, mi, hum..."

The six-character heavenly sound kept echoing in the ears, and the golden chariot and other visions seemed to be alive, and the light they emitted shot straight into the sky.

Terrifying energy fluctuations flooded the entire square, and Wang Xin poured all the heaven-destroying Qi into Cheng Ye's body with a devastating force!

There was a loud "boom", and Cheng Ye's body and Wang Xin's left arm turned into a rain of blood.