"Lock my true power within my body?"
Earth Wind Grandmaster was a little dizzy.
His power is the wind, which erodes everything and nothing is immune to its influence. Not to mention dealing with a minor Heavenly Flood level Grand Venerable like Fang Zong, even when fighting against an Ancient Desolate being of the same level, no one has ever dared to lock his magic power.
Locking his magic power inside his body is tantamount to courting death.
With a flick of his finger, the Earth Wind Venerable cautiously tried to withdraw his magic power. He felt that under his ancient and timeless magic power, Fang Zongfa was as small as a firefly under the bright moon. He scolded himself for being too cautious and laughed with great pride.
"Boy, you're asking for death, so I'll grant your wish. Only three seconds left!"
The Earth Wind Venerable laughed loudly, while at this moment, blood gushed from the 108,000 wounds all over Fang Zong's body. Fang Zong tried his best to absorb the blood back from the energy that transformed in mid-air, his eyes grew brighter and brighter, and his teeth smiled with a hint of red...
“Thirty-five years,” he said.
Thirty-five years? What thirty-five years?
The Earth Wind Great Venerable was completely baffled, because it had taken him 680 years to accumulate the Heavenly Flood level of magical power, and then another 220 years to comprehend the Ancient Desolate level, break through, and improve.
On his nine hundredth birthday, he advanced to the Ancient Desolate Realm, which was a double celebration. Many powerful figures came to offer their congratulations. It was also the fame he gained from this breakthrough at the birthday banquet that caught the attention of the Blackwater Palace. He had no choice but to become a Daoist disciple of the Blackwater Palace, which was both very happy and very helpless.
Therefore, he had no idea about three hundred years.
"Forty years!" Fang Zong laughed again.
At this moment, the Earth Wind Venerable finally realized that something was wrong.
His magical power was being depleted, but Fang Zong's magical power was surging. He thought that Fang Zong was indeed capable enough to make the Blackwater Palace take him seriously, and it was perfectly normal to expend some magical power when dealing with Fang Zong. However, at this moment, his realm was unstable, as if he was about to break away from the omnipotent feeling of the Ancient Desolate Grand Venerable and turn into the Heavenly Flood level.
Fang Zong was different; his magical power surged, surging again and again!
"Fang Zong, what kind of evil magic did you use?!"
The Earth Wind Venerable roared out, and if it weren't for the obstruction of the Desolate Heaven and Earth, this roar would have destroyed countless small worlds, caves, and secret realms belonging to the Great World. He clasped his hands together, and Fang Zong's body suddenly curled up, a huge hole bursting in his chest, deep enough to see the bone and even the jumping internal organs. Endless wind magic power surged out from Fang Zong's wound.
That's right, just like that.
No matter what evil magic Fang Zong uses, as long as his magical power is extracted, that's enough. A mere Tianhong-level being is no match for him; if he wanted, he could blast Fang Zong into mincemeat and extract his magical power at any time.
But Fang Zong laughed, and his laughter was particularly eerie.
The shattered sternum flew half a meter before strangely rebounding and restoring itself, like a broken puzzle piece that could be pieced back together after being scattered. Fang Zong's body was no longer mortal; he was neither human, nor ghost, nor immortal, nor god. He was not any species known at present, so other species were aliens to him.
All oddities are super weird.
So what if you're an Ancient-level Grand Venerable? My friend, let me show you what it's like to be utterly monstrous!
In an instant, Fang Zong took ten steps.
He could have reached Earth Wind Grandmaster in one step, but instead took ten steps, like a winding bolt of lightning amidst the muffled thunder in the sky, leaving Earth Wind Grandmaster nowhere to hide. As he grabbed Earth Wind Grandmaster's hand, Ninth Sister's cheerful voice rang out.
[Dingdang, congratulations Summoner for obtaining the Wind's Enlightenment, a purple-quality item.]
[Double kill! Congratulations to the Summoner for getting a double kill! You've obtained +2 Wind Insight, Deep Purple quality!]
[Trible kill! Triple kill! Congratulations to the Summoner for obtaining the Ancient Time Mark, quality: Pale Gold!!!]
…………
"Fifty years!"
Fang Zong suddenly burst into laughter, raised his head, and seemed to have a soaring dragon hidden in his throat. He had no recollection of the illusion of being brutally beaten by an ancient-level Grand Venerable.
His aura continued to rise, his wounds healed instantly, and with a forceful thud, a series of muffled thuds resounded from his palm.
"Crack!"
The wrist of the Earth Wind Venerable was completely broken.
He clutched his wrist and wailed, not understanding why Fang Zong had suddenly become so powerful. Even more terrifying was himself; the magical power within his body erupted like a volcano, pouring out from its foundation. Endless gales filled the entire Desolate Heaven and Earth, carrying rage and roar, actually throwing Fang Zong off balance. Even the two ancient-level Grand Venerables, Wang Quan Dao Ren and Di Huo, could not withstand it and had to stop to resist this terrifying power, which was almost equivalent to the full-scale eruption of an ancient-level Grand Venerable.
"I……"
Earth Wind Grand Venerable cried and roared, "I'm not an Ancient Desolate Level Grand Venerable, I... I've become a Heavenly Flood Level Grand Venerable!"
A thousand years of cultivation gone to waste; in a single day, the Earth Wind Venerable became an ant in his eyes, a devastating blow. But an even greater blow was about to follow. When he realized he had become a Heavenly Flood level cultivator, he understood that it was a matter of life or death. Taking advantage of the moment when Fang Zong was blasted away by the torrent of magic power he unleashed, he flashed toward the edge of the Desolate Heaven and Earth.
He was no longer a Great Venerable of the Ancient Era, so the Desolate Heaven and Earth did not stop him.
Escaping means survival, staying means nothing...
pity,
Fang Zong was severely injured by the outpouring of magical power. He sighed, "It's a pity that even though I'm seriously injured, the Heavenly Flood level is still just..." As he spoke, Fang Zong uttered a string of profanities. The word "that damn it" seemed to form the character "wind" in the sky. The Earth Wind Venerable was blown away and became emaciated. He looked down at his own decaying white bones, and his eyes revealed a meaning that was hard to fathom.
He often boasted like that to the point of exhaustion, but I never expected this.
At this point, there was nothing left.
The withered bones fell, kicking up dust on the ground. The dust and shattered ashes made only a very faint sound. Fang Zong laughed and said that the ancient level Grand Venerable was nothing more than this. Even in death, he only occupied three feet of ground. He turned to Wang Quan Dao Ren and said, "No need to delay any longer. Control him and let me handle it!"
"..." Wang Quan Daoren.
"&*……*()……Great Lord of Earth Fire".
If you think about it carefully, how much time has passed? Even a weaker Daoist disciple at the Ancient Desolate level couldn't possibly be reduced to ashes by Fang Zong.
But that's the reality; everything happened so abruptly.
The Earthfire Venerable was filled with terror, his figure flickering like a hummingbird being chased by a falcon, yet he could not escape the confinement of the Desolate Heaven and Earth Laws. He cried out, "Spare me! My cultivation has been difficult, please spare me!"
The death of the Earth Wind Venerable is nothing; he and the Earth Wind Venerable never had any real feelings for each other. But he didn't want to die.
He had only recently advanced to the Ancient-level Grand Venerable, and he hadn't yet fully savored the feeling of being superior to others. He still longed to leave his position as a Daoist disciple and one day truly join the Blackwater Palace to dominate the four-star region.
But all of this came to naught. A thousand years of cultivation and five hundred years of dominating the world were destined to end in this small, desolate land.
Wang Quan Dao Ren had already caught up with a sinister grin, and Fang Zong kept firing, punching him whenever he had the chance.
He dared not resist.
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