Chapter 1788 In the Human World
There is only one palm under the sky.
Zhou Wen looked up at the sky, but all he could see was the palm of his hand, as if everything in the world was covered by that slender hand.
The real one-handed manipulator came from the outside world, and even the sky was at his mercy.
There is nowhere to hide, and nowhere to escape.
Even those watching the game could feel the incomparable oppression of that palm just through the TV screen, as if it was a hand of God that was crushing them to death like an ant.
Zhou Wen's mind was as strong as iron. He suddenly swung his left hand, inserted the Juexian Sword in his hand into the ground, and grasped the hilt of the Luxian Sword with both hands.
The two swords have their own characteristics and can exert different abilities, but now all the strength needs to be concentrated for a life-and-death attack, and the strength can no longer be dispersed, so one can only abandon one sword and fight with only one sword.
Holding the Immortal-Slaying Sword in both hands, the power in his body rushed into the Immortal-Slaying Sword like a tsunami, causing the sword body of the Immortal-Slaying Sword to tremble continuously due to the mad influx of powerful power.
Zhou Wen knew very well that using his own strength to confront the unparalleled attack of the Celestial Immortal head-on was like hitting a rock with an egg.
That is the true power of the end of the world, the power that can destroy a world.
No matter how powerful the disaster-level force is, it is still within the world. If the world is destroyed, what does the disaster matter?
"Only by breaking the boundary can there be a glimmer of hope." Under the pressure of the earth-shattering sky, Zhou Wen looked at the jade hand of heaven, but his expression was as calm as an ancient well.
Years of practice have already made Zhou Wen's character as tough as iron and stone. Even when facing death, he can clearly understand the pros and cons.
The scenes of past cultivation flashed through his mind, the constancy of "The First Order of Chaos", the cleverness of "The Art of Stealing the Sky and Changing the Sun", the purity of "The Art of Practicing Qi", the trickery of "The Small Prajna Sutra", the essence of "The Art of Tao", the illusion of "The Chronicle of Demon God", the reversal of "The Ancient Emperor Sutra" and the truth of "The Demon God Inheritance Atlas".
All the paths that Zhou Wen had painstakingly sought and understood were cut off by himself one by one.
“There are fifty great ways, forty-nine are derived from the heavens, and the one that escapes, this one, is my way, and the way of mankind…” Zhou Wen’s current became more and more heated.
Born as a human being, he does not need to be empty of the four elements, nor does he need to achieve unity between man and nature, nor does he need to see through the world.
People are people. Since we are born into this world, we should live as ourselves, not for heaven or earth, but only for ourselves.
As Tianwaixian pressed down his palm, the whole temple made crackling sounds, and the wall of the divine stone that had been indelible for eternity began to crack with deep marks, like the entanglement of giant pythons.
The entire sacred mountain was shaking, as if it would collapse at any time under the huge pressure of the palm.
The power to destroy the world made people tremble with fear, their eyes fixed on Zhou Wen who was still standing with the sword in his hand. Although they prayed countless times in their hearts that he could withstand this palm, the uneasiness in their hearts became more and more intense.
At this moment, Zhou Wen's figure and the sword in his hand seemed too small under that palm, so small that they could almost be ignored.
"Whether you are Zhou Wen or the Human Emperor, in my eyes, you are nothing but passing clouds. One side is born and the other side dies, under heaven, life and death are all in the hands of my hand." The voice of the immortal from outer space was like the sound of heaven, coming from all directions, echoing for a long time, and destroying people's souls.
Bang!
The huge stone pillars outside the temple, which were like pillars supporting the sky, collapsed one after another under the pressure of the palm, like rotten sawdust.
"Jumping out of the Three Realms and not within the Five Elements, the immortals from beyond the heavens are lawless." Zhou Wen lowered the sword in his hand, looked up at the sky, and recited slowly.
"That's right. Now that you have understood the true gap between you and me, you can die with peace of mind." Tianwaixian said lightly, and continued to press down with his palm, about to crush Zhou Wen under his palm.
"Unfortunately, that's just your delusion, so sad. If there is another sky outside the sky, then it is not outside the sky. So what if you jump out of the Three Realms and are no longer in the Five Elements? I will let you know that you are still... in... the... world..." As he spoke, Zhou Wen held the Immortal-Slaying Sword in both hands and slashed wildly against the sky.
As the Immortal-Slaying Sword rose, Zhou Wen's body and the sword were emitting light. It was a light that was not strong, but dazzling.
As if it were a phoenix reborn from the ashes and undergoing transformation, as the light emerged, Zhou Wen and the sword were also transforming and seemed to be burning.
When the sword tore through space and met the palm of the immortal from outer space, Zhou Wen's body and the sword seemed to have completely turned into light, becoming a blazing white light and shadow.
When the sword and palm collided, there was no dazzling explosion of light, no shock wave that tore everything apart, not even the sparks that had been imagined, let alone the collapse of the sky and the earth.
The sword blade cut into the flesh, splitting the flesh on the palm, and blood flowed down the blade.
"No...impossible..." Tianwaixian's face was distorted, and his eyes were full of horror and disbelief.
The apocalyptic power from outer space, after a full-strength attack, was actually broken by Zhou Wen's sword. She could not accept it no matter what. She thought that such an absurd thing could happen.
Tianwaixian's five fingers suddenly contracted and gripped the sword, allowing the flesh and blood of his five fingers to be cut, the sword blade sinking into the finger bones, and blood splattering in his palms.
With her other hand, she once again unleashed her extraordinary power, intending to kill Zhou Wen on the spot.
Zhou Wen was well prepared and was about to forcibly summon the demon baby to help him withstand this fatal blow.
But before Zhou Wen could summon the demon baby, he saw Tianwaixian's palm suddenly stop, and her pupils shrank strangely, as if she had encountered something unexpected and extremely terrifying.
Zhou Wen's gaze passed by Tianwaixian's cheek and saw a familiar face appear behind Tianwaixian.
"Teacher..." Zhou Wen was slightly stunned.
The man in white behind the immortal was none other than Wang Mingyuan.
At this moment, Bai Mingyuan's expression was calm and full of spirit, not even the appearance of someone seriously injured and near death. He hovered behind Tianwaixian, one hand pressing on her head, his five fingers like hooks, piercing her skull.
Although he couldn't see anything, Zhou Wen could feel that the power of the immortal was rapidly dissipating.
In just a blink of an eye, Zhou Wen could no longer feel the power coming from Tianwaixian's hand that was holding the sword.
Zhou Wen stared blankly at Tianwaixian and Wang Mingyuan behind her. He saw that the life force in Tianwaixian was almost gone, and her whole body was drooping like a broken willow branch in the wind. If Wang Mingyuan had not grabbed her head, she would have fallen into the dust long ago.
"You...you..." The immortal, who was like a dying old man and couldn't even speak complete sentences, said the two words "you" weakly, and his head suddenly exploded like a watermelon.
Wang Mingyuan's five fingers were stained with blood. He looked at the headless body of the immortal falling from the sky as if he was looking at garbage.
"Zhou Wen, you did a great job." Wang Mingyuan took out a white handkerchief, wiped the blood off his five fingers, let the white handkerchief float away with the wind, then looked at Zhou Wen and smiled.
Zhou Wen's gaze turned towards the ruined temple. After seeing the situation there clearly, his expression suddenly changed.
(End of this chapter)
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