Faced with Chu Mo's provocation, Venerable Cangyuan did not hesitate at all.
Today he was going to show them the difference between a fourth-tribulation cultivator and a seventh-tribulation cultivator.
Did he really think that just because he could kill Wei Qu, he could act arrogantly in front of me?
"Ignorant brat, you're asking for death!"
Cang Yuan roared and instantly appeared deep in the void.
As he appeared, a terrifying Dharma image tens of thousands of feet tall suddenly appeared behind him.
It was a phantom of a god clad in golden armor, wielding green double maces, his muscles terrifyingly thick, like the legendary giant god.
The tens of thousands of miles of airspace were instantly dyed gold by the vast and boundless power of the laws.
Compared to the Dharma form of Weiqu, the Venerable Cangyuan is clearly much larger and more solid.
Even the individual strands of hair on the phantom were clearly visible, lifelike, as if a real deity had been projected onto the scene.
Its divine power is overwhelming.
Although it wasn't the first time Chu Mo had seen the Dharma form of a Tribulation Transcending cultivator, he was always genuinely shocked each time.
Since ancient times, cultivators have only been able to cultivate a golden body dharma form when they enter the Tribulation Transcending stage.
However, Chu Mo had a vague feeling that he might be an exception.
He possessed both of the two prerequisites for condensing the golden body Dharma image.
One is a powerful primordial spirit that is not afraid of the power of the thunder laws, and the other is spiritual power that is pure to the extreme.
To achieve this, cultivators must undergo the baptism of heavenly tribulation and be reborn through Nirvana before they can finally condense a golden body Dharma form.
Different talents, cultivation methods, and even the tribulations one undergoes will all lead to different Dharma forms.
This is why some people at the same level can have vastly different combat strengths.
Having absorbed the origin of the Great Dao, Chu Mo has reached an inconceivable level in both his primordial spirit and spiritual power.
He didn't think much more about it and silently looked up at the distance of dozens of miles.
At this moment, Venerable Cangyuan's aura had undergone a tremendous change.
That vast and boundless terrifying aura surged and roared like a raging sea.
"Kid, now I'll show you what a Seven Tribulation cultivator is like!"
Cang Yuan smiled coldly, finished speaking, and then gently slashed forward.
At the same time he took action.
The enormous image behind him also made a forward-smashing motion, as if striking with a mace.
A golden mace, capable of obscuring the sky and earth, instantly pierced through the void and hurtled towards Chu Mo at breakneck speed.
The heavens and earth seemed to be cleaved in two by this mace, rapidly splitting apart to either side.
It was like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting open.
The entire airspace, spanning thousands of miles, was covered by this enormous golden mace.
Standing beneath the giant mace, Chu Mo appeared as insignificant as an ant at this moment.
Even Chu Mo dared not be careless in the face of a seventh-tribulation cultivator.
His expression was solemn.
An ancient bone sword appeared out of thin air in his hand, and then he slashed forward fiercely.
As he swung that sword.
A pure and violent golden light burst forth, instantly coloring the entire sky.
Amidst the golden light, a colossal purple dragon, stretching for hundreds of miles, tore through the sky and arrived before the golden mace in the blink of an eye.
Then it slammed down with a powerful claw.
This moment.
Even the enormous Dharma image behind Cang Yuan seemed somewhat overshadowed.
boom……
A huge spot of light, like the epicenter of a nuclear explosion, illuminated tens of thousands of miles of airspace and continued to spread.
However, compared to nuclear bombs.
The range of the shockwave generated at this moment has undoubtedly expanded by hundreds or thousands of times.
That raging hurricane, at a speed many times faster than the speed of sound, hurtled at an extreme speed.
Even though the battlefield was far away in the void, the Southern Region was still ravaged by fierce winds.
All the cultivators in the entire Southern Region were instantly shaken.
Then, shocked, he looked up and gazed at the terrifying halo above the Boundless Holy Land.
They all know.
That battle had already begun.
As for the powerful figures watching the battle from the Wuji Holy Land, they were all deeply shocked.
Chu Mo's strength once again exceeded their expectations.
They originally thought that, given how much he had angered Venerable Cangyuan, Chu Mo probably wouldn't even be able to withstand a single move.
But now, he not only accepted it, but he also did it without any problems.
That's incredible.
"Could it be that the Holy Lord only wants to teach him a lesson, and doesn't really intend to kill him?"
A Mahayana cultivator couldn't help but ask, bewildered.
Everyone else agreed wholeheartedly and nodded vigorously.
Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain the strange situation that is currently unfolding.
Only those who have transcended tribulation can truly understand the trickery involved.
Neither of them tested the waters in that attack just now.
It's a head-on collision.
As for Cangyuan releasing water? Heh, that's completely baseless.
He may not have gone all out, but he definitely didn't deliberately hold back.
That attack would be extremely difficult for even a fifth-level cultivator to withstand.
Even Cang Yuan himself probably didn't expect this outcome.
However, Xiahou Ruoxi couldn't understand any of this.
At that moment, she was anxiously tugging at her father's sleeve, saying worriedly:
"Father, how is Brother Chu? Did he win or lose?"
Xiahou Nan looked at her helplessly and comforted her:
"Neither won nor lost, we're evenly matched for now, but..."
Xiahou Ruoxi, who had just relaxed, immediately tensed up again and hurriedly said:
"But what?"
Seeing his daughter's flustered expression, Xiahou Nan felt a pang of sorrow and couldn't help but feel a little jealous.
It seems that my precious daughter's heart has already been stolen by that boy.
Despite feeling a pang of sadness that daughters are hard to keep at home once they grow up, Xiahou Nan still earnestly began to explain.
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