mountain peak!

There is not a single tree, just bare bluestone peaks.

Standing on the top of this mountain and looking around, you will feel a sense of pride as if you are looking down on all the other mountains.

On the edge of the cliff in the northwest direction, there stood a tall man, waving his hands constantly, chanting incomprehensible spells from time to time, and sometimes shouting words like wind, rain, thunder and lightning. He was not a mental patient, but Yin Zhong, the first Dharma King of the "Shuiyuedongtian World".

At this time, Yin Zhong single-handedly withstood the advance of the 200 million monks. If this world still has a future, Yin Zhong's actions today will surely be recorded in history, becoming an eternal epic and being praised for all eternity.

To the southeast was a chariot pulled by six flaming unicorns. The chariot was made entirely of bronze, and perhaps because it was built so long ago, green rust had appeared on it, showing the traces of time. The chariot did not look like the kind of chariot that ordinary soldiers rode on the battlefield, but rather the kind of chariot that emperors and commanders rode to command.

A beautiful woman sat quietly on the chariot, her whole body emitting strong Qi fluctuations. It was clearly the Qi fluctuations of a martial artist, but the threatening feeling it gave people was no less than the magical fluctuations of a cultivator. At this moment, her beautiful eyes looked at the two figures emitting light that suddenly appeared on the ground in the southeast direction.

The figure that appeared in the eastern land was wearing a set of imperial robes. However, this person exuded a subversive and heroic temperament, and he did not look like an emperor who was mediating the balance between civil and military affairs.

After he appeared, he was talking in a mysterious way, and his words were completely incoherent. He looked like a patient in the late stage of mental illness, but the martial arts he displayed were shocking. With a virtual grab, a mountain rose from the ground, and then the mountain was thrown out like a rolling bowling ball, scaring the outsiders who surrounded him from afar to flee everywhere, or being crushed to death.

Earth, water, wind and fire!

In the mythical world, they are easily overlooked and people think they are harmless, but in fact they all have the attribute of becoming stronger when facing stronger opponents.

For example, if you gently put your hand into water, the water will be the softest thing in the world. But if you fall into the water quickly from the air, the hardness of the water surface is no less than that of steel.

At this time, the trial-takers from the Cangqing World, facing the mountains thrown at them, would also have their bones and tendons broken and turned into meat paste if their physical bodies were hit by them. Even if they had spells to recover from their injuries, it would still cause great damage to themselves.

To blow up a mountain also requires a lot of energy, which is not wise in battle, so most trial-takers choose to dodge.

"Is he using [Great Shift of the Universe]?"

"Why is it that the power displayed is completely on a different level from mine?" The beautiful woman on the bronze chariot wondered in her heart.

The woman's beautiful eyes looked towards the south again, where a middle-aged man in a black gown stood, with long black hair tied up and draped over his shoulders. His eyebrows and beard were thick, and with his face, a fierce aura radiated in all directions, and he had the temperament of a peerless hero.

After he appeared, he kept rolling green balls, each of which was about ten centimeters in diameter. These balls were made of pure energy that had turned into liquid. When he threw the energy bomb in his hand, it would quickly disintegrate into millions of water droplets, each of which was as powerful as a bomb.

Anyone who was hit by the explosion, even a monk, would die instantly.

"You taught me the martial arts of the first person who appeared, but how come I have never seen the martial arts of the person who appeared later?" The beautiful woman sitting on the bronze chariot pressed her voice into a line and transmitted it to the back of the chariot.

Soon she got a response.

"The martial arts that person used are the martial arts that I learned after leaving your world. Of course you don't know it."

The woman sitting on the bronze chariot was Zhao Yun, and the one who spoke to her was the hidden Wang Ming. Zhao Yun nodded: "I see."

"But how did these two people get here?"

Wang Mingdao: “In the early years, I developed a martial arts supernatural power. If the skill level is high, the skill will automatically run the Great Circulation, allowing people to practice 24 hours a day.

However, the strength of the physical body has its limits in every realm. Once this limit is reached, even if the skills are running automatically, it will only have the effect of water overflowing.

Therefore, I discovered this magical power, which allows one to guide the unnecessary true energy into the 720 acupoints in the body, and at the same time invest a martial arts will to allow it to nurture a martial arts clone.

In battle, it can be used as a special move that can only be used once per battle."

Zhao Yun's eyes lit up when he heard this: "I have practiced a lot of skills, why didn't you teach me such an interesting magical power before?"

Wang Ming, who was sitting in the dark space, looked at Zhao Yun with disdain: "Have you reached a bottleneck in your cultivation? Or do you have spare energy to cultivate a martial arts clone?"

Zhao Yun was embarrassed for a moment after hearing this, and then pointed at the two martial arts clones on the battlefield below: "It's bad, the two people you created are going to be defeated by the people of the Cangqing World."

Wang Ming in the back said expressionlessly: "It's not surprising that they were blown up. Time has passed. They have only inherited my 8th level of mortal realm power."

The individual qualities of the troops of the Cangqing World in the southeast directions are higher than those in the northwest directions, but the improvement is limited, and the majority of them are people at the 7th level of the mortal realm.

In this world, everyone who can cultivate above the seventh level of the Mortal Realm is an old silver coin. Those who have not reached the ninth level of the Mortal Realm are not because of their IQ problems, but because of their background.

These people either have low qualifications or are not from a big sect. Few of the old silver coins who have worked their way up from the bottom are willing to charge forward.

Therefore, after Wang Ming's two martial arts clones appeared, they could kill a large number of people every time they made a move, but they were soon surrounded by Lao Liubiao who fell behind the main force.

A one-eyed bald man holding a sawtooth broadsword in his hand watched from a distance for a while and then shouted: "These are two martial artists who are best at close combat."

"They don't have any weapons. They should be the type who use their powerful innate energy to fight the enemy."

"Brothers, focus on them with ranged attacks."

As soon as he finished speaking, flying swords, flying discs, arrows and the like blasted Wang Ming's martial arts clone into pieces.

But before they could be happy, two streams of light flew out from the bronze chariot, landed in front of them, blocking their way.

The one-eyed bald man holding the sawtooth broadsword was shocked when he saw the new figure: "Not good!"

"This is a summon that can be resurrected infinitely." (End of this chapter)