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Among the five elements of heaven and earth, the element of wood has the greatest vitality and is the most obvious.

When the wood is lush and vigorous, spring comes, flowers bloom, grass grows, wood energy thrives, and the vitality of heaven and earth flourishes.

However, the opposite of the power of wood is the withering of grass and trees, the withering of flowers and trees, and the world turning pale and yellow. The Luo family's withered wood technique is a practice that cultivates the power of withering contained in the withering of grass and trees.

When the power of withering is taken to the extreme, it leads directly to the power of death and silence that causes all things to decay and all living beings to become extinct.

In the Dao Canon Chu Tian obtained, the Dao of Wood had been deduced to the extreme, or in other words, it had been deduced to the extreme of the Heavenly World, and could no longer have the slightest change or derivation. His dead wood handprint was completely withered and yellow, and a strong sense of death and silence spread out. Countless cultivators seemed to see a vibrant world rapidly withering and collapsing.

The rhythm of Tao spread, and the entire Canglan Mountain Mine Supervision Office, which was wrapped in a sword curtain and covered an area of ​​thousands of miles, was shrouded in deathly silence.

Countless cultivators were affected by the sense of death and silence emanating from Chu Tian's handprint. They shed tears for no apparent reason, as if they saw the most important people or things to them being rapidly destroyed.

The skin of the weak and weak-willed monks quickly shrank and shrank, and wrinkles appeared on their skin. Many beautiful female monks in their prime had moist faces that were wrinkled like dehydrated apples.

The affected cultivators nearby were all affected in the same way. Luo Hu, who was the first to be affected, was even more shocked. He looked up in horror and looked at the large handprint that Chu Tian had taken. He seemed to see all things withering, the sky collapsing, the sea drying up and the rocks crumbling, and the stars falling...

All the scenes of decay and destruction between heaven and earth appeared vaguely in front of Luo Hu. His body was trembling slightly, and his whole mind was controlled by this big handprint - after all, he had inherited the power of Senluo Sword Emperor, and now he had only cultivated the power of thirty-three tribulations. Compared with Chu Tian's power of more than a thousand tribulations, the gap was really far apart.

He had almost no power to resist and was controlled by Chu Tian's handprint. Everyone saw that Luo Hu's cheeks were shrinking and withering rapidly, and countless surroundings appeared. Luo Hu's tall and burly body suddenly withered, and his upright waist hunched down, like an old man in his twilight years.

The vitality is rapidly fading away, and the will to live is also rapidly dissipating.

Luo Hu's heart was dead silent. He inexplicably felt hopeless and depressed. To put it bluntly, he didn't want to live anymore.

Let life slip away, Luo Hu slowly raised his head, looking at Chu Tian's big handprint expressionlessly, a trace of extremely sad smile appeared at the corner of his mouth - he muttered to himself, 'It seems that there is nothing worth recalling in this life'!

Seeing Luo Hu's performance, countless monks cheered. 【△网.】

Hu Dali rolled over and got up from the ground in a panic. When he saw Luo Hu's expression, he couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Which senior did this? Well done! I will report this to the higher-ups and reward you handsomely!"

In the sky, countless fragments of the mother nest of the Dark Horn clan were falling from the sky with thick smoke, fire and blood. Countless fragments of the corpses of the Dark Horn clan were mixed with a torrential rain of blood and fell from the sky.

Amid the blood, Hu Dali and countless monks were laughing in unison. The sky and earth were dark, and only Chu Tian's big handprint emitted a strong withered yellow light. The air of death was everywhere between heaven and earth. The scene was extremely mysterious.

Suddenly, a terrifying sword light shot up into the sky from between Luo Hu's eyebrows, and a transparent figure rushed out from between Luo Hu's eyebrows. This person held a three-foot short sword in his hand. With a casual swing of the sword, a sword light thousands of feet long tore through the sky and shattered Chu Tian's bitter wood handprint with one sword.

This transparent figure was suspended above Chu Tian's head, with sword beams all around him splitting the air and tearing the void into black cracks.

The sword light was extremely sharp and domineering, as if the Senluo Sword Domain was suspended in the air, giving people a strong sense of invulnerability and resistance from all evil.

Luo Hu shuddered violently, and his mind, which had been completely controlled by the dead tree handprint, suddenly woke up. His desperate mood was suddenly shattered, and countless rare treasures and beautiful women appeared in front of Luo Hu's eyes again!

"Treasures, resources, women, delicious food, spicy drinks! I want to live! I want to live happily! I want to eat and drink well every day, and I want to fuck a hundred women every day! Hahaha, even you high and mighty female cultivators, I will fuck you to death!"

There was a fierce light in Luo Hu's eyes, and he roared hysterically, portraying the miserable face of a low-level scoundrel who had exploded to the fullest.

He grabbed the girl in a red dress who was closest to him and tore off most of her dress in one swish, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white, crystal-clear flesh.

The girl in the red dress cried out loudly, and Luo Hu laughed wildly. He grabbed the girl's neck and her slender waist with both hands, and lifted her above his head with great force.

"People travel thousands of miles just for the sake of wealth; anyone who dares to resist will be killed, killed, kill, kill, kill!" Luo Hu shook the girl's slender and fragile body violently and laughed wildly.

Just now, because of Luo Hu's absent-mindedness, the reaction speed of the huge puppet army around him was much slower.

Now Luo Hu suddenly broke away from the control of Chu Tian's dead wood handprint. Thousands of sword puppets hovering in the air roared in unison, and the long swords in their hands emitted sword lights and rushed towards Chu Tian with a roar.

It was still the strange but powerful sword formation, with sword lights overlapping one after another, with the power increasing by one, four, eight, and sixteen times. In the blink of an eye, a wave of sword lights tens of thousands of feet long and more than a hundred feet wide roared madly and smashed down on Chu Tian's head.

Many independent cultivators around Chu Tian roared in unison. The sword light was still thousands of feet away from their bodies, but the all-destroying Senluo sword intent contained in the sword light slammed into their bodies, rushed into their souls, and destroyed their souls and bodies at the same time.

Tens of thousands of casual cultivators exploded at the same time, and blood mist sprayed in all directions. Chu Tian's head and face were splashed with blood. Every drop of blood hitting him was like a small sword stabbing his body, making a dense "dong dong" sound, just like a rainstorm hitting a banana tree on a summer night.

Luo Hu's cultivation is not as good as Chu Tian's, but he is also a master in the realm of heaven and man. The puppet army around him is even more lethal. The aftermath of a casual attack is not something these casual cultivators can withstand.

Chu Tian roared in a low voice, and rubbed his hands together. Suddenly, countless yellow leaves burst out from his palms. Leaves carrying a strong sense of death flew up into the sky, turning into a vortex of dead leaves with a diameter of tens of thousands of feet, blocking the sword light. Mobile users please visit m.Reading for a better reading experience.