Furious thoughts swept back and forth on the Cuiming Peak Mountain.
A violent storm arose, and all the buildings and trees were silently shattered.
The bones of Zong Shou's body were also creaking, but they still stood upright.
Under the pressure of Yuan Mengzi's thoughts, it was extremely hard. But the sword intention in his heart not only did not collapse under this strong pressure, but instead became more and more tenacious.
Even the powers of the gods within the body began to vibrate one after another, rapidly merging into the physical body at a speed ten times or a hundred times before.
He could even faintly sense that the existing cracks in the sky barrier were slowly expanding at an invisible speed.
If a powerful person in the divine realm wants to kill a ninth-level person, it will naturally be like crushing an ant. But this is the cloud world after all.
The spiritual tide has just begun, no matter how strong Yuan Mengzi is. The strength he can display is only equivalent to the middle level of the spiritual realm.
Naturally, such a spiritual state cannot be compared to the likes of Zi Guizi and Qiu Hua.
Even if they have the same true power and the same soul thoughts. Yuan Mengzi, who has mastered the more profound Dao of Laws and has access to the origin of Dao, is enough to crush Zi Guizi and others! If one fights against a hundred, there will be no problem.
- But it does not mean that Zong Shou has no ability to resist in front of this person.
In the past, Xizi came to the cloud world precisely because of his body. Only then were they surrounded and killed by thousands of '9th level' people!
Naturally, Zong Shou would never be able to find so many powerful people at this time, not even 1%.
Fortunately, there is the Throne of Abi, and fortunately the royal martial arts he has learned are the most powerful royal martial arts that have been spread in the outside world for thousands of years - 'Imperial Style'.
Fortunately, Huizhou Island was under his rule and was only thousands of miles away from China.
And even the Dao Spirit Dome Realm in the hinterland of Middle-earth is only 40,000 miles away.
Therefore, there was no awe in his eyes, and there was even more hint of provocation in his eyes as he looked at the person in front of him.
And now on the entire mountain peak. Except for the strong wind, there was an oppressive silence.
Yuan Mengzi's face was as gloomy as water.
After a full four to five hundred breaths, Shui Lingbo suddenly coughed, covered his lips and smiled sweetly: "Senior Yuanmeng, if you have anything to say, please say it as clearly as possible. There is no way you can continue like this. Our family is still the same now. The Lord of the Realm has a lot of things to do every day. I don’t have much time to spend with you here.”
Yuan Mengzi glanced at her coldly, his eyes filled with murderous intent. Finally he restrained himself again and looked at Zong Shou.
"Very good! I, Yuan Mengzi, have never seen anyone dare to speak to me like this in my life, but you, Zong Shou, are the first! That's all. I'll give you one last chance to return to Donglin. Within a year, you will never be allowed to speak to me like this. Half a step into Middle-earth. Otherwise—"
"Otherwise what?"
He was interrupted before he finished speaking. Zong Shou raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Are you planning to take action personally and let Gu die without a burial place? Or are you going to let those trash from you Dao Ling Qiong Realm come back to surround and kill Gu?"
Eighteen silver flying ants around him flew out of his sleeves one after another. Xiao Jin Hanxi. They also appeared on both sides of him.
Zong Shou looked up again and looked at the stars. A ray of breeze hung from his side.
I don't know when a wound opened on my wrist, and blood flowed down repeatedly, dripping into the clouds about ten feet below me and hovering in the sky.
It was as if there was life, flowing horizontally in all directions, in the blink of an eye. It forms a talisman array with a radius of ten feet.
Zong Shou's momentum surged. This was the power of a country in Qiantian, and he once again attracted him.
The leader of a country cannot just leave the country and be slaughtered by others. Even in the Cloud Realm, the royal families of all dynasties over the past ten thousand years. There are also many people who are studying this.
Therefore, any decent royal martial arts will always have a secret method to make the leader of a country stay outside the country's borders. You can also use some of your power. However, the price is often very heavy.
Zong Shou's imperial style is based on the method of blood sacrifice. Burn all your blood, essence, and even longevity!
"Imperial Wind?"
Yuan Mengzi frowned again, a look of surprise appeared in her eyes, she actually recognized this formation, and then she laughed and ridiculed.
"Does your Majesty still want to fight with me?"
"What's the point of fighting?"
His eyebrows were raised, but Zong Shou did not draw his sword immediately, but asked meaningful questions.
"As long as Master Yuanmeng is willing, I will naturally accompany you! I wonder if Master Yuanmeng is so elegant?"
Hearing this, Yuan Meng's breath was suffocated, and the expressions in his eyes were complicated, sometimes murderous intent was revealed, sometimes hesitant, uncertain, and various colors intertwined.
After a while, he calmed down again. He actually puffed up his sleeves and chuckled again.
"Five thousand spirit stones, no offense for ten years! I will never make any concessions in the realm of Dao Spiritual Sky. If the monarch is not willing, then he will continue to spend it. Yuanmeng has recognized this disaster of the Dao Sect! Since the monarch still wants to It's up to you to stay in Middle-earth. I would like to see how long your Zong Shou can stay here in Middle-earth?"
After speaking, the avatars condensed in the air turned into dots of spiritual light and dispersed one by one.
But that gaze was still as cold as ice, looking down at Zong Shou.
"I advise the monarch not to think too highly of yourself. Everything should be done in moderation!"
With these words, the last trace of Yuan Meng disappeared.
The majesty of the soul that permeated the place also disappeared in an instant.
"Enough is enough!"
Zong Shou smiled, then turned to look beside him: "Junior sister has come all the way here, does she also want to say this to me?"
"I'm here to advise you on the orders of Senior Brother Han. Don't push the Dao Ling Qiong Realm too hastily."
The word 'Junior Sister' hit his ears. Shui Lingbo gritted his teeth in anger. It took a lot of effort to calm down. Then he said with a strange expression: "You are so sure, then Yuanmeng won't kill you?"
"If he was interested, he would have already taken action, so why bother talking about it again? Even if a fight is inevitable, your senior brother and I are confident that we can escape. It is a rare experience to have the opportunity to fight against the gods."
As he spoke, Zong Shou used his spiritual skills with both hands. The blood sacrifice formation beneath him not only did not end, but was perfected step by step.
The blood shone brightly and gradually formed a bloody talisman between his eyebrows.
And Zong Shou's true power soul was also consumed by most of it. But the next moment, Zong Shou chewed up a few more pills in his mouth and swallowed them all. In just an instant, most of it recovered.
It's just that his face is a little pale. The true soul can be easily restored, but the consumed blood and essence cannot be restored so easily.
Shui Lingbo saw it strangely, but he didn't think too much for a moment. Dao Zongshou only did this to ensure safety and just in case. Then he shook his head slightly: "Just a few days ago, the real person Chongguang couldn't help but had a fight with Ao Kun. In this battle, Chongguang was defeated and seriously injured, and had no choice but to escape. Although the two were of the same level, their combat power was very different. There's quite a gap. Your sworn brother is really awesome!" (To be continued) RQ