1447: C1447 Death by wood name

C1447 Death by wood name

"How is this possible!"

Mu Ming's eyes turned round as he watched the Wood Lance that was connected to his own True Spirit turn into ashes under Xiao Lang's iron fists. He was stupefied and could not believe what he had just seen.

How could this brat suddenly become so strong?

As if it was telling him that what he was seeing wasn't an illusion, Xiao Lang punched out once more, and instantly, the Thunder flashed, and lightning descended. A Wood Lance was already smashed into pieces by his fist before it could even approach him!

In an instant, the shock in Mu Ming's eyes turned into despair.

"He actually broke through just before the battle!"

, who had been through hundreds of battles, could tell what kind of miracle had happened to Xiao Lang with a single glance. In fact, he had just used the Mu Family and Arcane Arts, which was equivalent to a breakthrough. Unfortunately, his breakthrough was far less powerful and mystical than Xiao Lang's!

To Xiao Lang, this was a pleasant surprise.

But for Mu Ming, this was true despair.

He had already used all of his methods, and there was no longer any traces left of him. In other words, he no longer had any hope of making a comeback!

Rumble rumble rumble!

Mu Ming fell into a state of panic. He felt his soul leaving his body and his mind becoming a mess, but Xiao Lang naturally did not stop, his fists and feet rushing about, lightning surging and his entire person was like a thunder god walking out from the depths of hell, his clothes fluttering in the wind, his long fists punching out, every time his fists punching out, a spear would shatter and turn into ashes, extremely ferocious!

In fact, if Mu Ming could still barely maintain his true heart and mind, while controlling more than twenty Wood Lance, although he wouldn't be able to kill Xiao Lang, he would definitely be able to heavily injure it. After all, two fists could not even fight against four hands, even if Xiao Lang broke through before the battle, his two fists could not withstand the encirclement of more than twenty Wood Lance s.

But unfortunately, Mu Ming's mind was filled with despair, how could he continue to attack with such precision?

This was how experts fought. Mind was very important!

After ten breaths of time, when another Wood Lance was sent flying and turned into powder, Mu Ming was awakened by the piercing pain of the True Spirit in his sea of consciousness. He was shocked to see that there were only seven Wood Lance left surrounding Xiao Lang!

A hundred to seven.

One could imagine just how great of an impact and blow Mu Ming's mind had received in the process.

He finally felt the coldness of death rapidly approaching.

"I'm actually going to die?"

Mu Ming panicked, he was unwilling to give up.

"No!"

"Six hundred years ago, I wasn't even killed by Mu Rong Jun. How could I possibly die here today?!"

In the face of life and death, Mu Ming finally gave up the pursuit of the Eight Treasures Earth Lotus, and only focused on life and death. Watching yet another Wood Lance turn into ashes under Xiao Lang's fist, he finally came to a realization.

"Tens of thousands of trees grew!"

Boom!

The remaining six Wood Lance s exploded instantly. The True Spirit's divine power dissipated and a dream-like reality formed in the air. Xiao Lang who was recklessly smashing the Wood Lance saw this and reacted quickly.

"Hmph, you actually want to escape?"

Xiao Lang sneered.

He had seen through Mu Ming's plans!

How could he allow Mu Ming to escape like that? This time, although it was the same illusion as last time, Xiao Lang's reaction was completely different. He twisted his waist, stepped on his Thunder and immediately flew behind him.

Xiao Lang found Mu Ming?

Of course not.

Mu Ming's attainments in the illusion world were extremely deep, far surpassing the battle power of his direct confrontation. Xiao Lang could not see through it, but, this did not mean that he was unable to catch up!

Boom!

Without even thinking about it, Xiao Lang punched in front of him.

"How is this possible!"

"How did you find me!"

Mu Ming cried out in alarm and at the same time, the ten thousand trees and overgrown illusions which were connected to his True Spirit were instantly shattered as Mu Ming appeared in front of Xiao Lang. Towards his own enemy, Xiao Lang would never kindly explain. With a sneer on his face, he waved his fists and attacked again and again.

Boom!

"Hua!"

In his shock, Mu Ming's Dao-heart had been greatly shaken, and only until Xiao Lang approached him did he hurriedly condense a Wood Lance to defend himself. But how could this possibly stop Xiao Lang's fist?

In fact, he managed to block it.

Because just as Mu Ming was about to die trying to block Xiao Lang's punch, hoping to escape using the rebound, waiting for the right opportunity to make his move, suddenly, he felt like his vision blurred, there was no trace of Xiao Lang in front of him. He only felt a strong gust of wind whistling by from behind him!

"Teleportation?"

"He also knows spatial Arcane Arts?"

This was the last thought that came to Mu Ming's mind.

Boom! *

Mu Ming's head was like a rotten watermelon as it exploded. The red-white liquid splattered everywhere and fell to the ground.

Mu Ming, dead!

Finally, Xiao Lang realized his previous plan. Love Emptiness, annihilate the enemy with a single punch!

Plop!

Having lost the control of the soul, Mu Ming's corpse fell onto the ground with a loud crash, turning into meat paste. Seeing this, Xiao Lang felt the aura of Mu Ming's life force rapidly decline, and finally disappear completely, until he finally heaved a sigh of relief, falling from the sky. His face was as pale as paper as he bent over with both hands on his knees, and his eyes glazed over.

"Hahaha, hahahaha!"

Xiao Lang laughed crazily. The sound became louder and louder, repeatedly resonating in the vast Waste Ore Region. Luckily there was no one here, if someone saw Xiao Lang in this state, with his whole body covered in blood and his clothes in tatters, they would definitely think that he was a corpse.

Of course Xiao Lang wasn't crazy.

He was just too excited.

He had narrowly escaped death!

This battle could definitely be considered as a narrow escape from death. In the process of fighting with Mu Ming, Xiao Lang had felt that he was going to die more than once. Fortunately, he had held on in the end and was born to death.

The fruits of battle were plentiful!

To Xiao Lang, simply killing Mu Ming already had an extraordinary meaning.

Strictly speaking, this was his real battle with the Supreme Realm cultivator. Yulan City, even though he had killed Ning Huo, at that time, it was really just a coincidence. It was not like this battle, where the victory was caused by his fist!

Even though this battle had been extremely intense, the impact it had on Xiao Lang wasn't limited to what he had seen on the surface. Xiao Lang was even more confident now.

"So what if you're a Venerable?"

"Kill them all!"

It was only now that Xiao Lang was truly certain that he already had the fighting strength of Sovereign Level.

In this battle, the one thing that allowed Xiao Lang to take a step across was himself!

It also allowed him to understand more about the future path.

"The path I tread is the same as this battle. There is no need to feel melancholy or fear. I should be born to die, and march forward with all my might!" If I am to always be cautious, how can I pass through the crisis of the Dao Becoming? "

Xiao Lang raised his head, his eyes shining with determination.

"If I want to become a lord, and do things that others cannot, I have to do it this way, especially in the chaotic Ximo Star Sea. Once the thorns were chopped down, the fruit would appear! Previously, I was indeed too hesitant. "

Thinking about how he actually thought of escaping when he exchanged blows with Mu Ming, Xiao Lang couldn't help but mock himself.

"Not anymore!"

"Those who block my path of martial arts, must die!"

Xiao Lang said with a determined heart again. This battle had finally given him the key to understanding his Dao-heart. If it wasn't for the change in his mental state, he would never have comprehended the second level of Rushing Thunder.

"This time, I'm pretty lucky."

Xiao Lang lowered his head to look at his fist, and a relaxed smile finally appeared on his face. After that, he unhesitatingly pulled Mu Ming's Storage Ring down, dealt with the latter's corpse and bones, found an empty space, took out the Wood Essence and Mo Jing, and sat on the ground to recuperate.

His current condition was simply too terrible.

The battle just now had almost completely drained his condition!

Fortunately, there were inkstones and Wood Essence.

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Lang was immersed in cultivation. Even with Wood Essence and Ink Crystal, he would need at least an entire day to recover from such a huge consumption of Ink Crystal.

With the Formation isolated from the outside world, Xiao Lang sank into cultivation with all his heart and body, and did not leave any other thoughts outside his body. The moment his mind entered his body, Xiao Lang did not notice, that the Storage Ring that he had just obtained belonged to Mu Ming, suddenly soared, and roared out.

"I refuse to accept this!" I'm not willing to accept this! "

"How can I die here!"

"NO!" I'm going to kill you! I will throw you away! "

Mu Ming still wasn't dead!

His remnant soul was attached onto the Storage Ring s that were connected to him, and actually wanted to take the chance to possess Xiao Lang!

Whoosh!

The Black Fog rose in the air and directly pierced towards Xiao Lang's forehead. If he let it pierce him, Xiao Lang would not feel so good, and could even be said to be in danger. Because right now, Xiao Lang's True Spirit were also on the verge of drying up, and it really might not be able to stop Mu Ming's attack.

However, right at this moment, suddenly ?

"Thunder!"1

A Thunder suddenly materialized around Xiao Lang's body, and like a whip, it fiercely smashed onto Mu Ming's residual soul!

"No!"

Mu Ming's mournful wails were only half heard, and in that moment, under the extreme yang and fierce thunder, the remnant soul of his completely disappeared, and was completely cleansed!

Xiao Lang is still awake?

Of course not.

Xiao Lang was exhausted mentally and mentally, so how could he wake up? This wisp of lightning that descended from the sky, actually originated from the ink crystal in his hand ?

This was not a prediction of Xiao Lang's, it was really just a coincidence.

Usually, when Xiao Lang cultivated while holding the Ink Crystal, there would be lightning surrounding his body. It could only be said that Mu Ming was really too unlucky. He did not have the time to observe the situation, and just happened to activate Possession right at this moment.

What Xiao Lang did not know was that a fatal threat had disappeared just like that. What he did not know was that, in the instant of Mu Ming's death, on a planet that was located far away from the Dragon Sun Star, there was a quiet room. It was like a mourning hall, with spirit tablets carved on the wooden table in the center, and even Soul Light flames burning.

In the instant that Mu Ming's remnant soul was exterminated, one of the Soul Light suddenly went out, the spirit tablet under the lamp shattered, startling the guards outside.

"What is that sound?"

The Overseer suspiciously walked in and casually scanned his surroundings. When his gaze landed on the extinguished Soul Light and the broken command medallion, his eyes suddenly widened, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight. His knees felt weak, and he almost fell down on his butt.

Shortly after, a mournful roar erupted from the mourning hall.

"Something has happened!"

"Patriarch Seven is dead!"

Boom!

For a time, the entire manor was in chaos.

The Seventh Elder, who had been training outside for hundreds of years, actually died just like that?

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