As the words fell.
An elderly man with white hair, whose eyes were indifferent and whose demeanor was ethereal and ancient, slowly walked in.
His slightly thin body was faintly surrounded by Taoist charm, making him look like an immortal.
Even though he was standing right in front of everyone, he made them feel like he was standing on a cloud.
High above, overlooking all living beings, yet it gives people a sense of antiquity and naturalness.
Behind him followed two cold, menacing old men with terrifying auras.
They were actually two Mahayana stage cultivators.
Those who could sit here were no ordinary people. They had already recognized the leading elder as Wei Qu, the Supreme Elder of the Wuji Holy Land.
The two Mahayana cultivators following behind him, the one in the green robe, was Elder Wei Hui of the Boundless Holy Land.
The other person was Lu Yan.
Faced with Wei Qu's imposing aura, the middle-aged cultivator who had spoken earlier remained unfazed, coldly replying:
"Am I wrong? Are you allowed to kill, but not to fight back?"
"While the world cannot be entirely governed by reason, it also cannot be entirely devoid of reason, can it?"
As a cultivator at the Void Returning stage, he also possessed his own pride.
Besides, this is in Angry Sea City; there's no way he could lose face like this.
Wei Qu glanced at him coldly, then suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter:
"Then let me tell you what reason is, and how reason should be explained!"
After he finished speaking, he continued to walk forward calmly.
Bang……
Just as he took that step.
The entire space trembled slightly, and an invisible pressure suddenly pressed down.
The middle-aged cultivator who had spoken immediately turned blood red, his eyes bulged slightly, and his legs began to tremble violently.
It made a cracking sound as if his joints were rubbing together, as if he were bearing a terrifying pressure as heavy as a mountain or a sea on his shoulders.
puff……
The cultivator could only hold on for half a breath before he could no longer hold on, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.
He suddenly knelt down on the ground.
Thud...
The thick bluestone slabs shattered and cracked instantly.
The entire body of the cultivator who had returned to the Void was submerged in the deep pit.
All of this...
All of this happened in the blink of an eye, so fast that no one could react in time.
Many people who witnessed this scene were filled with shock and horror.
A cultivator who had returned to the Void Realm was completely powerless against him.
They didn't even have the right to retaliate, let alone let others make a move.
He simply took a step forward and was crushed into the ground?
Cultivators who have transcended tribulation are indeed terrifying!
"Hey, you surnamed Wei, this is my Demon Slayer Sect, not your Boundless Holy Land!"
Zeng Mushen roared angrily, then waved his hand.
The oppressive aura that had been pressing down on that cultivator vanished without a trace.
He then pulled the middle-aged cultivator, whose aura was weak, out of the water.
Wei Qu didn't care about any of this. His cold eyes were already fixed on Chu Mo with a hint of curiosity.
Although he had not seen the other party's portrait before coming.
But at this moment he was very certain.
This young man must be the person I'm looking for on this trip.
The other person gave him a very peculiar feeling, as deep as an abyss and mysterious as a mystery.
With his mid-stage Tribulation Transcending cultivation, he couldn't even see through the other party's realm!
No wonder he could easily kill a Void Returning stage cultivator at such a young age.
Indeed, he's no ordinary person!
Seeing that the other party was ignoring him so much, Zeng Mushen's eyes immediately turned cold.
"Old Wei, do you really think that by surviving four Heavenly Tribulations, you can easily defeat me?"
"Hehe, is it not possible?"
Wei Qu then turned to look at Zeng Mushen, his eyes calm and composed, as if he didn't care at all.
But deep down, he had already become serious and earnest.
The strength comparison between cultivators undergoing tribulation cannot be judged solely by how many tribulations they have undergone.
Generally speaking, the more times one undergoes tribulation, the greater the degree of transformation of one's soul and body.
But that's assuming all the lightning tribulations are the same.
However, the tribulations experienced by cultivators in the world are not all the same.
There are three kinds of heavenly tribulations in the world.
Different colors of lightning correspond to different potential and aptitudes.
The lightning of the Heavenly Tribulation is white and is also known as the Lesser Celestial Tribulation. Those who can overcome this tribulation are said to possess the appearance of a celestial being.
He himself underwent a white heavenly tribulation, and most cultivators in the Kunlun Realm were in a similar situation.
Black lightning, on the other hand, is known as the Lesser Golden Immortal Tribulation. Those who can safely pass through the nine tribulations have the potential to become a Great Luo Golden Immortal in the future.
It is said that the tribulation of the God of the Shepherd was white with a hint of black, which was infinitely close to black lightning, but unfortunately it was just a little short.
Even so, he is still much stronger than an ordinary cultivator undergoing tribulation.
This is also why, despite both being cultivators who have undergone three tribulations, Zeng Mushen was able to completely overwhelm Mo Manlou.
As for the golden lightning...
It exists only in legends. It is said that those who can survive this tribulation, as long as they do not die prematurely, will all become celestial emperors.
Wei Qu snapped out of his thoughts.
Then, staring straight at Zeng Mushen, he pointed at Chu Mo and said firmly:
"I must take this person with me. This is an order personally given by the Holy Lord, and no one can change it, including you!"
"What if I say no?"
Zeng Mushen's expression was solemn, but his eyes were as firm as a mountain.
A terrifying, overwhelming, and scorching fighting spirit gradually surged and boiled within him.
Like a bloodthirsty dagger about to break free of its sheath, poised to cleave the heavens and earth.
Everyone around was terrified, and those with lower cultivation levels hurriedly retreated.
If they stayed any longer, they would all feel the urge to kneel down and beg for mercy.
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