Chapter 161: Fortune and misfortune are interdependent, and the strength of the physical body increases again!



Chen Kuang had personally experienced that "bullying" at the cost of his own death, so he would never admit his mistake.

The trace of Dao rhyme left on this broken transmission jade slip is exactly the trace of the unfolding of the "Dao Realm" of the "Martial Saint".

But Mu Zhao had already left the Pinggu battlefield!

Otherwise, the masters of various sects would never open the ancient battlefield and send young people from various families in when there is a saint in the secret realm.

They are not fools, it is impossible for them to be unprepared for this. It is certain that Mu Zhao will leave.

"So there is only one possibility. The power of this 'Dao Realm' is a backup plan left by Mu Zhao before he left..."

Chen Kuang's eyes were cold, and he closed his fingers and crushed the jade slip in his hand completely.

Powder flew from between his fingers and scattered across the battlefield, immediately staining it with blood.

"The purpose of this backhand is not clear at the moment, but I suspect it's probably related to Wen Yao!"

Before Wen Yao entered the stone gate, the strange sight of his double pupils was still vivid in his mind.

In all likelihood, he was cooperating with Mu Zhao.

But what exactly is their purpose?

Chen Kuang didn't know.

However, judging from his current situation, it is very likely that he wants to trap the geniuses of other sects in the upper three-grade battlefield and kill them all.

Considering the cost and impact, the top three ranks rarely actually take action unless necessary.

Therefore, a battlefield involving the top three ranks must involve huge conflicts between sects and countries!

No matter what, a mid-level third-grade cultivator could escape unscathed—the tragic scene in front of Chen Kuang gave us a glimpse of the cruelty of the battlefield.

No matter whether you are at the Pi Hai realm, Bao Yue realm or Grandmaster realm, you will be directly exalted.

But since such a large-scale battlefield has the participation of the top three ranks, it means that it will not last long, just like the previous battle of saints above the Liang Palace, which only lasted about ten days.

The battle between the top three ranks will only last shorter.

What if these geniuses hid and survived this period of time?

If even one person recognizes the origin of this rhyme and escapes to make the matter public, "Martial Saint" and Martial Saint Pavilion will immediately become the public enemy of all the sects in the Central Region!

Hasn’t Mu Zhao ever considered this?

"There's actually a lone person here, with such low cultivation level, is he scared silly? Perfect!!!"

Chen Kuang's thoughts were interrupted by a figure that suddenly pounced on him with a grin.

“Swish!”

The sharp blade was within reach in an instant, and the murderous intent was overwhelming.

A large amount of blood-red demonic energy was wrapped around the blade. As it whistled, it seemed as if countless resentful souls were wailing and rushing towards him with screams. The powerful force shattered the broken buildings around it again, and dust spread all around.

In an instant, Chen Kuang calmly took a step back at an extremely fast speed, dodging the knife and leaving a phantom in place.

"Bullet time" was triggered, and everything around stopped.

He turned his head and saw an unusual face.

That face held an almost twisted expression of excitement, and its bloodthirsty pupils were like a wild beast, filled with horrible desires: desire to kill, greed, and... appetite.

Pitch-black meridians spread from the exposed skin of the neck all the way up, covering most of the face. Clear blood vessels climbed and squirmed near these meridians, making the face distorted.

It doesn't even look like a human face.

Monster? A thought flashed through Chen Kuang's mind, but he immediately denied it.

The numerous enemies before him, like the sea, were all wearing the same standard green robes as this man, and were obviously from the same sect.

Given Cangyuan's ecology, it is impossible for an entire sect to be composed entirely of demons.

As Chen Kuang's thoughts were flowing, the "bullet time" had passed and everything around him began to flow again.

And his figure had already appeared behind that person.

"How--"

The man's pupils constricted, and his frantic face was instantly covered with an expression of surprise.

The moment Chen Kuang entered the battlefield, all the passive abilities that could be triggered were triggered, which happened to be the moment when his abilities were at their peak.

And because of the huge number of enemies in front of him, the effect of "Invincibility in the Face of God" has reached an unprecedented level!

It's even better than the effect when facing the "Martial Saint" and Wang Shu Yuanjun!

After all, no matter whether it is the "Martial Saint" or Wang Shu Yuanjun, no matter how high his cultivation is, he is still just a human being.

But at this moment, on the endless battlefield, there may be thousands of enemies with higher cultivation than Chen Kuang!

At this moment, Chen Kuang's combat power has reached an unprecedented peak.

The enemy in front of him was nothing more than a Pi Hai realm cultivator who was trying to take advantage of the situation.

Chen Kuang stretched out his hand, pressed on the back of the man's head, and suddenly tightened his fingers.

The man's head was fixed, a cruel look flashed in his eyes, and he twisted his body suddenly. All the bones in his body made a "crackling" sound, and he actually broke his own spine to exert force!

“Swish!”

With this force, the blade in his hand suddenly drew an arc of silver and blood, and slashed towards Chen Kuang!

“Keng——”

It was like the crisp sound of metal clashing.

The man's ferocious expression, which was about to smile, froze on his face. He couldn't see the scene behind him, but he could feel his blade touching something. His pupils trembled violently: "No, impossible..."

Behind his twisted body.

Chen Kuang didn't move at all, and turned his head slightly.

And the blade just happened to cut his neck.

There wasn't even a trace of blood on Chen Kuang's neck, not even a dent.

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