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Boom——! ! !

A figure in white quickly hit the ground like a cannonball!

The ground trembled, but not a trace of dust or smoke rose up. As Wujijun's diamond-clear body slowly crawled out of the ravine in the earth, his eyes shining with anger locked onto the old man standing on the black dragon in mid-air.

As Yao Qing raised his finger in the air, the cracked earth instantly decomposed into endless embroidered silk, and then reorganized at the next moment, turning into hundreds of millions of black mud snakes, overwhelmingly swarming towards Lord Wuji's face!

Wujijun's indestructible body was gradually blocked by the restraints of these mud snakes.

Even the figure that finally climbed out was submerged in the mud. These embroidered silks covered its head layer by layer, like an extremely heavy coffin, sealing it tightly below!

When the last mud snake covered the surface, the entire Embroidered Silk Realm fell into deathly silence. Yao Qing, who was standing on the black dragon, looked down at the earth and frowned more and more. A bright and blazing sun lit up from the ground, like a cigarette butt burning a large red hole in an embroidery, and its fiery aftermath spread crazily...

boom--! ! !

The earth-shattering explosion tore open the embroidery and forced the heavy "coffin" open. The fine silk threads were ignited by the flames and fell from the sky...

A slightly embarrassed figure slowly walked out of the hot hole.

"If I hadn't been able to use all my strength... you wouldn't have had the chance to hurt me." Mr. Wuji's voice was extremely low.

"If my body were ten years younger, you would have no chance of crawling out." Yao Qing said calmly, "You and I are not prosperous, so what's the point of talking about this?"

Mr. Wuji snorted coldly, and was about to say something when his peripheral vision suddenly fell on the red meteor streaking across the sky, and his eyes narrowed slightly:

"It doesn't make sense? That's not necessarily the case."

Lord Wuji raised his hand, and the red meteor turned quickly and rushed straight towards him as if he was being guided!

When Yao Qing saw this, a flash of light flashed in his old eyes. He did not hesitate to mobilize the embroidery silk with a radius of hundreds of miles, turning it into hundreds of giant hands that covered the sky and the sun, trying to stop the Philosopher's Stone!

Between the lightning and stone fire, a ball of mercury penetrated the space, like a part separated from the mercury moon in the infinite realm, and directly engulfed the Philosopher's Stone surrounded by numerous embroidered silks.

The scarlet-gleaming Philosopher's Stone rolled in the ball of mercury, and wisps of red thunder and lightning swam around. The ball of mercury seemed to have acquired autonomous consciousness, and began to gradually change its outline, acquiring a body and limbs.

In just ten seconds, the second "Wuji Lord" was born!

This "Wuji Lord" is exactly the same in appearance as Wuji Lord, but there is only a Philosopher's Stone between his eyebrows. He relies on the speed and strength of the Nine Lords to avoid all embroidered silk obstacles, and clashes with Wuji Lord's body. Crash together!

Boom——! !

Visible air waves swept through the embroidery realm, and the two Wuji Lords merged rapidly. The new Philosopher's Stone surged in the mercury-like body, and finally wandered to the center of Wuji Lord's eyebrows. The three Philosopher's Stones were like red. The three petals are engraved on Wujijun’s skin!

Wujijun’s aura rises again!

Each Philosopher's Stone carries a part of Wuji-Jun's soul. When three Philosopher's Stones are gathered together, Wuji-Jun's combat power becomes more and more complete. Although it is only half of its peak, compared to just now The two Philosopher's Stones have already made a qualitative leap!

On top of the black dragon, Yao Qing's face was extremely solemn when he saw this scene.

"Now...can you still suppress me?"

Lord Wuji walked forward slowly, and as his steps fell, the earth woven with silk under his feet was transforming into a desert at an alarming speed.

Emerald willow trees, bright peach blossoms, flowing streams, cracked soil... everything seemed to have been tampered with by an invisible hand. The rough yellow sand whirled in the wind, instantly turning half of the embroidered silk realm into desolate silence. of desert.

This is not a scene that Yao Qing woven with embroidery silk, but Wujijun directly disrupted the microstructure of the embroidery silk and completely transformed them into substances that are not controlled by Yao Qing...

Lord Wuji is destroying Yao Qing's [All Things Embroidered Country] bit by bit!

In the vast desert, Mr. Wuji bent down and raised his hands again, as if holding something in the sky. The next moment, a huge blazing sun gathered in the wind and sand!

Yao Qing's expression changed one after another, and an unnatural flush appeared on his cheeks... He covered his mouth with one hand, and his old figure coughed uncontrollably.

"Cough cough cough cough!!"

Coughing like a broken bellows, scarlet blood flowed down his fingertips, and his face was as pale as paper.

His shirt was drying and weathering little by little, and eventually turned into gravel, drifting away behind him, followed closely by his skin...

Fortunately, Yao Qing reacted very quickly. Invisible embroidery threads spread out from his flesh and blood, and nailed the skin that was about to be transformed to his body. Only then did he avoid being wiped out in ashes on the spot. He glared at Lord Wuji with his bare upper body, and wiped it out. The idea spreads crazily!

Lord Wuji glanced at Yao Qing's body and narrowed his eyes slightly:

"As expected, you forced the hibernation capsule on yourself...but it seems that the process did not go smoothly."

On Yao Qing's well-proportioned body, in addition to large expanses of old skin, there are still blood holes running through his body on his shoulders, heart, lower abdomen, and thighs, as if some extremely heavy device had pierced his body and connected it. into flesh and blood...

His joints have long been shattered, and all the bones in his arms and legs have been broken. His movements at the moment are entirely supported by the embroidered silk connecting his limbs, like an old puppet on strings.

"It's enough that I'm still standing here." Yao Qing replied calmly.

"Really?" Mr. Wuji spoke unhurriedly, "Although the hibernation chamber can delay aging to a great extent, once the body leaves the device, it will wither rapidly... How long can you last now? Five minutes? ten minutes?"

Yao Qing did not answer. He silently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared at Lord Wuji solemnly.

"The longer the war lasts, the stronger I will become, and the weaker you will become..." Wujijun's body is constantly transforming between different materials, and the huge blazing sun hangs above his head, radiating crazily to the outside world. radiation, but he himself will not be affected,

He narrowed his eyes and spoke with a sense of oppression:

"As long as I get another Philosopher's Stone, I will definitely kill you on the spot!"

"The next Philosopher's Stone?" Yao Qing said solemnly, "I'm afraid it won't be that easy."

"Do you think that by protecting them in the main city of Red Dust, you can avoid the massacre? My killing machine has entered the city, and soon the main city will be filled with blood."

"The human body is indeed fragile; but humans are much stronger than you think."

"Do you think those few Shinto ants can stop the Wuji Realm? Or are ordinary people who have no power to restrain a chicken, can stop my killing machine?" Mr. Wuji snorted coldly.

Yao Qing shook his head,

"You study science, you are absolutely rational, and you like to use numerical comparisons to measure everything... But I prefer to use a perceptual perspective to look at human beings themselves; those people, those pioneers... I have seen with my own eyes that when human beings exist as a group, they will What a burst of power.”

"I know the stories of your so-called pioneers." Mr. Wuji said lightly, "They are indeed very courageous, but unfortunately, they have died in the ages."

"No..." Yao Qing's old eyes flickered with light,

"They're always there."