In the sky of the Chaos Realm, white clouds are stacked, thick and endless.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the clouds suddenly blew and mist, faintly appearing in the middle of the clouds, and a majestic and ink-colored mountain stands.

This mountain is extremely impressive, standing like a sword, with its edge pointing out of the sky. A cloud platform is formed at the bottom of the mountain. The word "Tianxia" is written on the mountain door archway. The font is exquisite and handsome, surrounding the white clouds, and it contains a magnificent and majestic atmosphere in the flowing and flowing.

At this time, in the middle of the mountain, in the mysterious and bright cave, Zhu Jiu formed a cocoon with the power of Tao, sat cross-legged inside, the Dharma turned around, and the chaos was scattered.

Suddenly, a light crack sounded, wrapping Zhu Jiu's cocoon and cracked a gap.

The next moment, the Taoist cocoon dissolved silently and turned into runes all over the sky, connected in parallel with each other, like a long rune river, pouring into Zhu Jiu's body sitting cross-legged in the air.

His expression was solemn and his body was covered with mysterious light. His essence was like the rushing sound of the angrily gushing rivers and seas, and was gradually converging and turning to a low point.

After a moment, he opened his eyes and instantly two sprinkles of energy shot out, as if they could penetrate the illusion and fog, looking directly at the origin of the Great Way.

Zhu Jiu's eyes closed and showed a wonderful scene of the destruction of runes.

Zhu Jiu looked through his body and the injury to his chest had been completely recovered. However, the position directly bombarded by the Panlong Seal on his back was difficult to remove. Although the broken bones had been breached, they seemed to be healed, but in fact, there was still a hidden weapon in the flesh and blood, muscles and veins that could not be removed.

"This remnant aura is like a curse, and there is an invisible secret power that will not last long. If I fight fiercely with someone and get hurt again, this mysterious aura will appear again, take the opportunity to grow, come out to cause chaos, and destroy the vitality in the body. If you want to completely clear it, you must pull the Taoist stream for a long time to wash it. The combat power has been restored."

Zhu Jiu's eyes were shining sharply, and he muttered softly, and his eyes showed a look of thought.

Later, Zhu Jiu stretched out his finger and wrote in the air, forming a handwritten divine text with the word "press" flashing with brilliance.

And his other hand was engraved with the word "Super" and a golden vortex vortex formed in the palm of his palm, which slowly rotated. Whenever a handwritten divine text is written in full by Zhu Jiu, this vortex will collect it and be accumulated into the word "Super" on the metacarpal bones.

Gradually, more and more handwritten words "press" flashed with golden light. They were like a small river of light, flowing trickle, watering into Zhu Jiu's palm.

He sacrificed his hand to engrave the words, and the golden light became brighter and brighter, slowly a breath that covered all things, and mist appeared in the palm of his palm, as if he was holding a world where chaos had just begun to open.

Zhu Jiu's purpose of doing this is not only to enhance the power of the word "pressure" in the palm of the palm, but also to use the golden light distributed from the metacarpal bones to flow all over the bones, further suppressing the injuries that have not been cleared from the body.

During his practice in the cave, Zhu Jiu was able to heal his wounds and practice outside the tomb mountain area, the number of practitioners gathered more and more recently, and the grand occasion was unprecedented.

While countless cultivators were eagerly talking, their eyes were bright and they watched the rune light walls that were connected to the sky and the earth without blinking. The images on them were flowing, reflecting the scenes of fiercely colliding geniuses in the tomb and mountain area.

The geniuses in some pictures show their unparalleled strength in battle and their magical powers. They burst out with bright light, brilliant and exquisite, and stunning techniques, and constantly arouse the shouts of many cultivators and their emotions are excited.

"Did you notice that Zhu Jiu, who had attracted much attention before, has not been seen for several days!" A cultivator looked at the light wall and said.

"When Zhu Jiu entered the tomb mountain area, he was seriously injured. He should be hiding to heal his wounds."

"At this time, the cultivators of the two worlds of the Tomb Mountains, the evil and Longgu cultivators formed a hunting force, and they were searching in the area where Zhu Jiu had once appeared. They wanted to cut off the weeds while Zhu Jiu's injuries had not healed. If Zhu Jiu was healed, the situation might not be good. Once discovered, they might be besieged, and that would be a worrying situation."

Onlookers nodded one after another, agreeing with this statement. On the screen displayed by the light wall, the areas where Zhu Jiu once appeared were indeed often seen, and traces of cultivators were seen one by one.

Most of these cultivators are from the evil or the dragon ancient world. In a short period of time, they are in a cooperative relationship, with their bodies intertwined, forming a big net, searching for Zhu Jiu's traces.

"Oh, everyone, look at it. Longchuanmu, a young master of legendary legend in the Long Gu world, also appeared and participated in the search for Zhu Jiu!"

A cultivator exclaimed in a mural on his finger, and there appeared a young man wearing golden dragon armor, with a magnificent light all over his body.

The young man's face was as sharp as a knife, with clear edges and corners, and his eyes were filled with dignity. When he walked, there was a sound of dragon roaring and tiger roaring, which spread throughout his body, shaking a world, showing his strength.

At this time, the young man walked around the void with his hands behind his back, and behind him was a dark dragon's image of the Taoist power circled around his body. Although this dragon's appearance was formed by the power of Taoism, it was almost the same as the real one, emitting a cold light, like casting of iron, and the dragon's eyes closed and made a bang sound, which was very intimidating.

The dragon body was in the chaotic mist, and the murderous weapon was majestic, sending a fierce aura that covered the heavens.

"Is this young man named Longchuanmu? Who is he? Judging from his momentum, he is extremely extraordinary."

"It is Longchuanmu, who is from the Long Ancient World and is unparalleled among young people. In the past few days, he has achieved great success and has killed twelve great world geniuses in a row, without any injuries. Among the great world geniuses who entered the Tomb Mountain area this time, he is a recognized master and should be Zhu Jiu's strong rival."

"Yes, this guy alone, the winners and losses are between five and five. Now he is involved in the team searching for Zhu Jiu. If Zhu Jiu appears, the situation will be very unfavorable."

The cultivators watched through the light wall and felt that Longchuanmu's aura was strong and they talked about it.

At this time, Long Chuanmu in the picture shot his eyes and glanced at the surroundings. The corners of his mouth raised, showing a look of arrogant look of looking down on the world, and laughed and said to himself:

"This Zhu Jiu is really punished. I wasted my time searching here, but I hid it and didn't show any trace."

Suddenly, the Canglong Dharma image, which was woven behind Long Chuanmu, roared, forming a stream of sounds, which was as strong as thunder.

Long Chuanmu's voice sounded like a bombshell, "Zhu Jiu, dare to show up for a fight!" The voice was vast and wide. It was surging a hundred miles away, and it shook his soul and his ears, repeating again and again.

As the sound was heard, Long Chuanmu walked, his posture was splendid, and his armor was emitting a huge golden light. The waves were strong, and the big dragon behind him rolled, shaking the sky and the earth.

Every time Longchuanmu took a step, he would be like a heavy drum, hitting the earth with foot sounds, making a thudding sound. For more than ten miles around, everything trembled, and could break the heart and spleen.

"Zhu Jiu, you dare to fight me and cannot hide your head. You are actually a worm, rat and ant!" This voice was repeated countless times, with the sound waves coming and going, and it was getting louder and louder.

Suddenly, another sound in the void sounded, full of coldness, and said, "You really have the right to kill you!"

'call out!'

The cold voice was made by Zhu Jiusuo. As soon as he came out of the cave, he heard the voice of inviting to fight.

As Zhu Jiu finished his reply, there was an arrow swirling with flames, which could not be caught by the eyes and shot directly into the void, forming a small hole, the breaking mouth was flat, and white smoke was raised, like an ice surface, which was burned by a fiery red soldering iron.

This arrow flashed with a thunderous momentum, and the light and shadow broke the void and appeared in front of Long Chuanmu.

Long Chuanmu was not panicked at all, and a smile appeared on the other side, saying, "Finally come out? What can I do with the small means of shooting from the air? "

‘Bang!’

The blue dragons around Longchuanmu turned into lightning, and accurately captured the trajectory of the arrow feathers. One tail was thrust on the arrow, and a thunderous sound broke out.

The runes carried on the flame arrow were directly shattered, and the arrow feathers vibrated, but continued to penetrate the air, and the fierce hole shot from Longchuanmu.

Long Chuanmu reached out his hand quickly and actually grabbed the flying arrow feathers. Dragon scales appeared in his palm, rubbing with the arrow feathers, and a clanging sound came out, as if two swords were colliding violently.

In the blink of an eye, the flame arrow fired by the knight was firmly held. Long Chuanmu showed a sneer on the corner of his mouth and said, "It's really not so? Zhu Jiu came out and died!"

"Then see how this move is?" Zhu Jiu's voice came out again, and he was so close to him.

Long Chuanmu's expression changed instantly. He had not noticed that anyone had approached, and had been bullied.

But Long Chuanmu is also a battle formation that has been through many battles, killing countless people. Although he is still panic, he triggers magical powers like lightning. Dragon patterns appear on his armor all over his body, and countless dragons coil around him, jumping out, intertwining and sealing the void in front of him, like a wall composed of dragons, forming a defense.

However, at this moment, in the void, a fist poked out about an inch in front of Long Chuanmu's forehead.

The fist spreads a layer of black air, which separates the void like a ghost, and leaps through Long Chuanmu's defensive energy silently.

Longchuan Mu was shocked in his eyes. In a hurry, a dragon scale was generated on his forehead, like a shield.

He was able to establish two layers of protective measures in such a short time, which shows that his mental reactions and even his magical means were extraordinary, but the black air on his fist that was poked out from the void turned around and he immediately swallowed the dragon-scale shield and burned it.

Afterwards, the divine light of the word "press" on the fist flashed suddenly, and this fist suddenly showed a heaviness beyond the mountains, like a solid heavy hammer, hitting Long Chuanmu's forehead.

‘Crack!’

Long Chuanmu's forehead was smashed by a punch, his forehead bone collapsed, his bone fragments broke, and he died instantly.

The aura of the great world that was scattered in Long Chuanmu's body was captured by this ghostly fist.

Following the waves in the void, the ghost fist that used the black gas to hide with the devouring method, bombarded the ultimate kill with the word "press" text, and the combination of the two magical powers disappeared in a flash.

One hour later, the cultivators watching outside the tomb mountain area frequently shouted. They stared at the light murals, and their eyes emitted incredible light.

The elusive fist kept appearing in the picture, and was poked out from the void every time, sucking out all breaths with black air, quietly and suddenly came out, harvesting the lives of the evil or the cultivator of the Dragon Ancient World, like the hand of the god of death.

‘Crack~~~’

When the fist protruded out of the void again, the black gas and the golden light of the word "pressure" flowed at the same time, and the gold and black were in contrast, which was extremely strange. After one punch smashed the forehead of a cultivator of the fierce world, the audience outside the Tomb Mountain area all felt that their foreheads were cold, and many people made a difficult swallowing action at the same time.

Someone stammered and said:

"In less than an hour, this fist was poked out in the void five times, and each time it hit the cultivator's forehead with one punch. Suddenly, there was no sign. What kind of magical power is this, like a ghost killer?"

"By the way, that's Zhu Jiu's fist? He hasn't revealed his whole body yet!" Some cultivators asked a question, and were so surprised that they even had an unstable voice.
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