459: C459 Black Demon Pestle

C459 Black Demon Pestle

There were only a few dozen people left at the scene, it was unusually quiet. Those several hundred Martial Cultivator s left very quickly and all of them left the palace in the time it took to take a few breaths.

It was no wonder, the strength Gu Feng and the others displayed was too terrifying. Perhaps these several hundred people would be able to win, but they would definitely win miserably. Moreover, it was almost impossible to keep Gu Feng and the others.

Furthermore, many of the Martial Cultivator s in the Grand Desolate City knew that Shui Qianrou still had Plain Cloud Flag in her hands.

With a gentle shake, the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked. Although they had a large number of people, they could not withstand the attacks from the treasure weapon. With just a few more attempts, all of them would have perished here.

They were indeed greedy for the Wind Thunder Wing, but they would definitely not trade for it with their own little life.

Within the bronze hall, Lin Xuanyu and Wu Ya also looked at each other in dismay. Both of them broke out in a cold sweat. They never thought that Gu Feng and his men would be so powerful that they would make hundreds of people retreat.

"Now that we don't have those troublesome fellows, we can freely fight." The Mountain Splitting Spear coldly stated as it looked at the black-faced, middle-aged man.

Even though he said that, the ice-cold killing intent exuding from Wu Ya's body made the black-faced middle-aged man unable to restrain his pale face. Although he was also a Martial Cultivator at the third level of the Soul Forging, he knew in his heart that compared to Wuya, he was still far inferior. The feeling between the two of them was not something that could be made up with just their cultivation realms.

He was also clear that this time, it was absolutely impossible for Wu Ya to release him like fart. The only thing he could do now was to fight to the death.

"Do you really think I'm afraid of you? I'm going to risk my life just to kill you!" The black-faced middle-aged man said sinisterly.

Wu Ya looked emotionlessly at the black faced middle-aged man. A domineering aura burst out from his body. This aura was so powerful that even Gu Feng, who was still quite a distance away, could feel it.

As the domineering aura spread out, an incomparably thick and black colored spiritual energy was emitted from his body. The black Spiritual Energy carried an incomparably oppressive force with it as it whistled through the air.

The black rays of light converged onto his palm, and a crackling sound rang out. Everyone looked over and saw that his palm had doubled in size. There were black veined patterns on it and a complicated rune was in the middle of his palm.

"As expected of the Mountain Splitting Spear Wuya. This guy is very strong, even if he used Wind Thunder Wing s, I am still not his match." Feng Qingyang said with a serious expression.

After breaking through to the third level of the Soul Forging, his spiritual consciousness had become even more sensitive, and Wu Ya's attack had caused him to feel an enormous pressure. Not only that, everyone knew that Wu Ya's strongest weapon was his spear. With a single strike of the spear, shattered mountains could be seen. This was not just talk. It was truly something that could be done.

Gu Feng nodded, his expression was just as serious. How could the Mountain Splitting Spear be simple if it was able to compete with the people ranked in the top ten of Purgatory Tower.

As he stared at Wuya, the black faced middle-aged man broke out in a cold sweat. However, the black demon pestle in his hand was exuding a dense coldness, and it actually caused his frightened heart to gradually calm down.

"That's right, I still have the Black Demon Pestle and this Earth rank low rank treasure weapon." The black-faced middle-aged man took a deep breath as the Spiritual Energy within his body surged out, pouring into the Black Demon Pestle.

"Buzz!"

The Black Demon Pestle lightly trembled. An incomparably thick black infernal energy gushed out, bringing with it an incomparably vicious aura, covering an area of over a hundred feet.

Amidst the dense murderous aura, one could almost hear the whistling of the cold wind and the terrified wails.

At the scene, Gu Feng and the others frowned. When the wailing sound was heard, it made them all feel troubled. His expression changed as the Spiritual Energy within his body surged, instantly dispersing the wailing sound.

"Brother Wuya, be careful. There's something strange about the Black Demon Pestle." Gu Feng stared at the faintly discernible black demon pestle in the infernal energy and warned. This Black Demon Pestle could actually make people's emotions change, it was definitely not a simple treasure weapon.

A black infernal energy surged out as the black-faced, middle-aged man's figure explosively shot out from within the infernal energy. His body carried a tyrannical killing intent and his eyes were bloodshot. The Black Demon Pestle in his hand smashed down towards Wu Ya.

"Hmph!"

Wuya coldly snorted, and stepped on the ground as well. The tattoos on his right hand flashed as he smacked towards the black-faced, middle-aged man.

The two figures collided ferociously under the crowd's gaze. A loud sound rang out and a terrifying energy spread in all directions with the two of them as the center.

"Chi!"

The Demon Fighter Pestle in his hand shattered the space like a black bolt of lightning, smashing towards Wu Ya's head with an incomparably powerful force. The Black Demon Pestle glowed with a black light. If he was hit, even Wu Ya would die on the spot.

Seeing the descending Black Demon Pestle, Wuya's expression did not change. His right hand was shining with a black light while the charm character in his palm was flashing. His palm instantly turned into a steel arm, grabbing towards the Dark Demon Pestle.

"Bang!"1

A muffled sound rang out, and the Black Demon Pestle was grasped in Wuya's hand. He then clenched his left hand into a fist and punched towards the black-faced, middle-aged man. This punch contained a terrifying amount of spiritual energy, and the fluctuation it gave off was astonishing.

Panic flashed on the face of the black-faced, middle-aged man. The Black Demon Pestle exuded a pitch-black light as a baleful aura gushed out from it. It rapidly gathered in front of his chest, blocking the attack.

"Bang!"

As Wu Ya's fist descended, the black-faced, middle-aged man's face paled as he was sent flying backwards.

"Go, kill him." Landing on the ground in a sorry state, the black-faced middle-aged man said to his subordinates who were following him. Everyone looked at each other in dismay. To them, attacking Wu Ya was equivalent to courting death.

The subordinates who looked at him didn't move, but instead quietly retreated. The black-faced, middle-aged man's face flashed with anger. He waved the Black Demon Pestle in his hand, and a baleful aura burst out from it, landing on those people's bodies.

"Ah …"

Miserable screams sounded out one after another. When the murderous aura disappeared, only a dozen or so bones were left on the ground. The baleful aura within the Black Demon Pestle had completely swallowed the flesh and spirit energy of these people. After devouring the flesh and spirit energy of these Martial Cultivator, the killing intent on the Black Demon Pestle had become even denser. One could even see the fiendish blood light emitting from it as a terrifying energy fluctuation was transmitted from it.

Magic equipment. This Black Demon Pestle might be called a magic equipment, but it was more appropriate to call it that.

"Haha, Wuya, you want me to die? Let's see who will die today!"

The black-faced, middle-aged man laughed with a crazy expression on his face. Then, without holding anything back, the spiritual energy in his body was channeled into the Black Demon Pestle.

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