Do your best and never regret it even if you die!

Du Jun felt a sudden heart. He had been waiting for this day for too long. In the past, the disciple of the Demon Sect who was careful everywhere had the power to fight against the ancestor.

This day is the day of revenge. If it fails, Du Jun will have no way out!

The world was silent, hundreds of thousands of monks raised their heads and held their breath, staring at the top of the mountain. At this moment, even the ancestors who were far away were also solemn, looking at each other with breath.

At this moment, among the holy places of the ten sects in the Central Plains, there was a pair of deep eyes suddenly opened, all of which were looking towards Huo Tong Mountain in the wilderness, and there was a little worry between the face!

"I hope Du Jun can survive this disaster, otherwise we will work hard..."

Sighs of light fluttering in the wind.

On the top of the mountain, only the sound of the Zhentian Seal breaking through the air resounded throughout the four fields. Wang Weixuan did not move, and when the Zhentian Seal approached him a hundred feet, he slowly opened his eyes, looked at Du Jun, sighed, and then, holding a sword in one hand and pointing to the sky with one sword!

Boom!

With a loud bang, a thunder suddenly shook the mountains above the clear sky. A thunder of thunder with a thickness of hundreds of feet appeared out of thin air, and it roared down and hit the long sword in Wang Weixuan's hand.

As soon as the thunder came out, it was extremely powerful. The strong wind suddenly rose, and it roared tens of thousands of feet in a radius. The seal hit it. After only half a breath, it was thrown out.

Wang Weixuan was in his hand at this moment, and endless thunder poured into it. The man was like a god. Even though his posture was calm, the wrath of the long thunder made everyone frightened.

As endless thunder continues to pour into the long sword, the Taoist man's aura gradually rises, almost breaking through the world, and his Taoist robe is also swayed by this terrifying aura.

Seeing this, Du Jun's eyes shrank. If he delayed for a moment, the Taoist's magical power would be achieved. At that time, he might not have any chance of struggling. However, his expression became crazy, and success or failure would be the blow!

In the madness, Du Jun's eyes were as cold as water. He shouted, reached out and grabbed the evil demon. The evil demon roared and turned into a sword. Ten feet, and a wave of evil demon aura rose up in the sky.

The man's aura surged with a sword in his hand. He took a step forward and approached the Taoist man with a hundred feet of foot. He didn't stop. The long sword in his hand thrust through the air and slashed at the Taoist's neck!

The wind around roared, easily annihilated the sound of the sword breaking through the air. However, just when the deadly sword barely touched Wang Weixuan's neck, the man suddenly opened his eyes. In his eyes, two slight lightning flashes broke through the air and sank into the sword in Du Jun's hand!

The thin thunder penetrated into it, and Du Jun's arm suddenly hurt. Then, the long sword in his hand collapsed, turning into smoke and evil spirits, but his expression was low and seriously injured!

"This is my great power!" The Taoist said suddenly, and then the long thunder disappeared, the raging wind stagnated, but the long sword in his hand was filled with the power of ten thousand pounds and slashed down!

An extremely dangerous aura came out around the sword and left the sky!

Du Jun's face changed and he said in a daze: "How can such supernatural powers be mastered by cultivators below the seventh level of heaven!" He was shocked, but the man retreated in one step and retreated thousands of feet!

"This magical power seems to be powerful, but if you understand the mystery, it is nothing surprising." The Taoist suffocated his sword and said with a sound of words. His eyes were clear and inexplicable. Looking at Du Jun, he suddenly shouted: "Du Jun, although my sword is dangerous, it is not an opportunity for you. It depends on whether you can grasp it!"

After saying that, the long sword in his hand slashed Du Jun completely. Under the sword, the sky and earth changed in color. Then, the long sword buzzed and thunder-shaped, and a three-foot long sword condensed by thunder broke out the magic weapon, tearing through the sky, and slashing towards Du Jun!

The thunder sword entered the sky and immediately exuded a power comparable to hundreds of great magical powers of the Nascent Soul cultivator. It made Du Jun's expression change again. When he retreated, all the magic weapons were released, and he could not resist the angry thunder sword with half breath!

That is, his clone used a magical power to cultivate ghosts, which summoned the shrill faces of the sky, but was easily broken by this sword. At this moment, the clone absorbed the scale-armored demon, and it already had the power of the fourth level of the Nascent Soul Heaven!

Seeing the sword approaching, Du Jun's expression became more and more crazy, but his eyes became more and more cold. When he raised his hand, the endless mist of heaven and earth was poured into his palms, and a single inch of magical power was condensed!

However, Du Jun still locked him in his hand with this inch of magical power, with a crazy look on his face and roared: "Close me again!"

As soon as these words were said, Wang Weixuan, who was holding his sword and breathing, suddenly opened his eyes. The light was clear. Looking at Du Jun, a hint of relief appeared in his expression!

With Du Jun's stubbornness, the fog that surged from the sky and the earth poured into the inch of fog again. In one breath, the man's face became ferocious. In two breaths, his chest was undulating, and his forehead was sweating profusely. In three breaths, his heart was rumbling. It was hard to confine the magical powers in his hand. In one breath, the inch of fog flew away and hit the sword fiercely!

The long sword was suffocated slightly, and with a bang, it knocked through an inch of fog. It continued to cast out, and with the power of thunder, it rammed towards Du Jun. At this point, with another five breaths, the sword would take Du Jun's life!

Du Jun looked surprised and suspicious. He forced himself to condense the fog path just now, but he felt that the heart of Tao could not bear it. It was as if he insisted on being stubborn, his body would collapse under the infinitely rising fog path magical power!

"Looking at this long sword, it is clearly an infinitely expanded thunder and lightning magical power. Every inch of the long sword is comparable to the one-inch magical power of the Nascent Soul Stage. Naturally, I can't take such power!"

Du Jun forced himself to stabilize his mind. When he retreated, he thought to himself: "But even if a Nascent Soul cultivator has not reached the realm of Xuan Ancestor, his body can only maintain one inch of magical powers, but it is more condensed than an inch in the Broken Pill Stage!"

"But why can Wang Weixuan condense thunder three feet at the same level of condensation!"

Three breaths!

"Long Sword!" Du Jun's eyes lit up suddenly, and he still remembered that Wang Weixuan had asked him if he had a magical magic weapon just now, and said in his heart: "Is it related to the magical long sword in his hand?"

"** cannot bear it, but he uses divine magic weapons to bear the power of the great way! In this way, the magic power can be condensed to the limit that the magic weapons can bear! This also explains why his magic weapons do not have a spirit of weapon!"

Thinking of this, Du Jun reached out and grabbed the killing general. With a divine thought, he wanted to use the magical power of the Great Dao. But at this moment, his heart was inexplicably moved: "No!"

Four breaths!

"Maybe, this is Wang Weixuan's method to confuse others. After all, even Xuanzu would be jealous of such magical powers. He set up such a maze, so everyone in the world thought that this magical power came from a magical magic weapon!"

Du Jun's eyes flashed and he said to himself: "Previously, he asked me if I had magical magic weapons. How could I be so kind at this moment? I guess it was leading me astray!"

"But if I don't realize the twists and turns, my life will be over today!"

Five breaths!

The long sword thundered one foot near him!

"So that's it, I understand!" Du Jun's eyes lit up, without hesitation, and the fog appeared, calling for endless fog between the world to surge wildly, pouring into the killing general!

At the same time, Du Jun's body exploded and turned into a fog, sank into the killing general!

At this moment, the long sword slashed over the killing general!

The heaven and earth roared, and the roar of wind suddenly rose, rolling up a stone, and the whole world seemed to collapse.

Everyone was shocked and retreated wildly. A few people could not retreat in time. They were swept into it by the strong wind, storming thousands of miles away with the wind!

It took a long time before the wind faded.

Everyone was still scared and did not dare to approach the mountain again. They looked at it on the spot, but when they saw Wang Weixuan's face was shocked and a hint of shock appeared on his face. Not far ahead, a huge skull emerged in the void, with a decadent breath, but nothing was wrong!

Du Jun actually withstood this shocking attack!

Everyone was shocked and looked at each other. For a moment, they couldn't even say anything!

Even the ancestors in the distance were surprised. How could they have thought that Du Jun could withstand this powerful force? Just ask, even if they were the ones who could only drink hatred under this attack!

At the same time, in the wilderness and the ten directions of the Central Plains, eleven pairs of worried eyes closed at the same time. Did they also lose their breath in their hearts?

On the top of the mountain, Wang Weixuan looked at Du Jun in disbelief. After a long time, he said intently: "Have you really realized it?"

The killing general was shocked and opened his mouth. A ghost energy came out gloomy and turned into Du Jun's appearance. It turned out that he was a clone, but the real person had a serious hand and escaped into the clone's dantian and healed his wounds.

Du Jun was covered in ghostly spirit. He stared at the Taoist for a while, and suddenly said in a cold voice: "What? It's beyond your expectations?"

"I just didn't expect it!" Wang Weixuan's face turned slightly pale and said, "Under that life and death crisis, you can still keep your mind clear!"

"You deliberately asked me if there were any magical magic weapons before, so that I could lead me astray!" Du Jun smiled gloomyly, and said with a ghostly aura, "In this way, you can kill me easily, and make people in the world mistakenly think that you are calm and kind!"

The Taoist said nothing, just looking at Du Jun.

"You are right. The ultimate important thing about this magical power is the magical magic weapon, but you didn't say that when you use magical powers, you have to use yourself to be the magical weapon spirit! and the power of both to withstand the pressure of the great way!"

"It's such a scheming!" Du Jun sneered and said, "If so, I didn't think about breaking it. I just use the magical magic weapon, and you don't need to do anything, you will die under your great power."

"If I think there must be something tricky about it, Zhu Ran will subconsciously give up the magical magic weapon, bypass the magical magic weapon, and find another way, but he will inevitably die!"

Du Jun's face became more and more cold, and his murderous intent emerged. He suddenly asked softly: "What I said is correct?"

"No matter what, you have realized it now!" Wang Weixuan smiled and said, "This is the fact!"

"Come on your life!"

Du Jun let out a cold voice, reached out to grab the general, condensed endless ghost energy, turned into a head, and opened his mouth to bite the Taoist. This attack was exactly the same as the magical powers used by the Taoist before!

"This magical power is extremely depleting the true energy. I don't believe it. You can use it for the second time!" Du Jun sneered, the ghostly skull opened his mouth and held Wang Weixuan in his mouth. At this moment, this life and death of this man was in the man's mind!

"Senior Brother!"

In the distance, more than a dozen Taoist ancestors were shocked to see this and shouted in vain. When they moved, they immediately wanted to escape to the top of the mountain, but were stopped by Wang Weixuan. The Taoist looked calm and said, "You guys, don't panic. Today, it's not Du Jun who wants to kill me, but..."

He laughed bitterly and said, "My magical power not only requires divine magical weapons, but also a little connection between myself and the magical weapons. In order to refine this long sword, I took my little finger and sacrificed it with my essence and blood for thousands of years, and then I formed a divine sword like a clone!"

"I don't understand, how can you transform into a weapon spirit?" The Taoist's eyes fell on Du Jun and asked.
Chapter completed!