Among the five elements of heaven and earth, the path of wood has the most vitality and is the most obvious.
When the wood power is lush and green, spring is warm, flowers are blooming, grass and trees are growing, wood energy is multiplying, and the vitality of heaven and earth is flourishing.
The opposite of the power of wood is the withering of grass and trees, the withering of flowers and trees, and the yellowing of the world. What the Luo clan has cultivated with the Withered Wood Art is the power of withering contained in the withering of vegetation and withering of flowers and trees.
The power of withering is interpreted to the extreme, and it leads directly to the power of death that causes the decay of all things and the extinction of all living beings.
Among the Dao scriptures obtained by Chu Tian, the Tao of Wood has been deduced to the extreme, or in other words, it has been deduced to the extreme of the world of heaven, and there can no longer be any changes or derivatives. His dead wood handprint was all yellow, and a strong sense of death spread out. Countless monks seemed to see a vibrant world rapidly withering and collapsing.
The Taoist rhyme spread, and the entire Canglan Mountain Mine Supervisory Office, which was surrounded by a sword curtain and was thousands of miles away, was shrouded in this sense of death.
Countless monks were affected by the meaning of death spreading from Chutian's big hand seal. They shed tears inexplicably, as if they saw their most important people or things being destroyed rapidly.
In addition, the skin of monks with weak cultivation and weak will quickly shriveled and shrank, and a large number of wrinkles appeared on their skin. There are many beautiful female nuns in their prime, but their moist faces are as wrinkled as dehydrated apples.
The nearby monks who were affected were all affected in this way. Luo Hu, who was the first to bear the brunt, was even more shocked. He raised his head in shock and looked at the big handprint that Chu Tian took. He seemed to see the death of all things. The sky collapsed and the earth shattered, I saw seas and rocks shattering, I saw stars falling...
All the scenes of decline and fall in the world loomed in front of Luo Hu. His body was trembling slightly, and his whole mind was controlled by this big handprint. After all, he had received the inheritance of Senluo Sword Emperor, and he was only thirty years old now. Compared with Chu Tian's power of more than a thousand kalpas, the gap between his cultivation level of three calamities is really huge.
He was controlled by Chutian's big handprint with almost no resistance. Everyone saw that Luo Hu's cheeks were quickly drying up and withering, and there were countless surroundings. Luo Hu's tall and burly body also suddenly became weak, and his straight waist stooped, like an old man in his dying years.
Life force is passing rapidly, and the idea of life is also quickly dissipating.
There was a dead silence in Luo Hu's heart, and he felt inexplicably depressed that all his thoughts were in vain. To put it bluntly, he didn't want to live anymore.
Let his life pass by. Luo Hu slowly raised his head and looked at Chu Tian's big handprints expressionlessly. An extremely sad smile appeared on the corner of his mouth - he muttered to himself, "In this life, it seems that There’s nothing worth remembering!”
Seeing Luo Hu's performance, countless monks cheered.
"Tiger Dali" rolled up from the ground in embarrassment. When he saw Luo Hu's expression, "Tiger Dali" couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Which senior took action? Well done! I will definitely play the music to the top, heavy reward!"
High in the sky, countless fragments of the Nether Horn Clan's nest were falling from the high altitude, dragging thick smoke, fire and blood. Countless corpse fragments of the Nether Horn clan were smashed down from the air mixed with a downpour of blood.
In the bloody water in the sky, "Tiger Dali" and countless monks were laughing in unison. The world was dark. Only Chutian's big handprint emitted a strong withered yellow light. The world was filled with death. This scene was extremely mysterious. .
Suddenly, a terrifying sword light rose into the sky from the center of Luo Hu's eyebrows, and a transparent figure rushed out from the center of Luo Hu's eyebrows. This man was holding a three-foot dagger, and he slashed out a sword that was ten thousand feet long. The light tore through the sky and smashed Chutian's bitter wood handprint into pieces with a single stroke of his sword.
This transparent figure was suspended above Chu Tian's head, and the sword light around him ripped through the air, tearing apart black cracks in the void.
This sword light is fierce and domineering to the extreme, just like the Senluo Sword Domain suspended in the air, giving people a strong sense of coercion that is invincible and evil.
Luo Hu shuddered violently. His mind was completely controlled by the dead wood handprint. He suddenly woke up. His hopeless mood suddenly shattered. Countless rare treasures and countless beautiful women appeared in front of Luo Hu's eyes again!
"Wealth, resources, women, popular things, hot drinks! I want to live! I want to live happily! I want to eat and drink well every day, and I want to fuck a hundred women every day! Hahaha, You are the superior female cultivators, I will kill you to death!"
Luo Hu's eyes were filled with fierceness, and he roared hysterically, vividly portraying the ugly face of a low-level scoundrel who exploded.
He grabbed the girl in the red dress who was closest to him and tore off most of her long skirt with a "sneak", revealing a large area of snow-white and crystal-clear flesh.
The girl in the red dress cried hoarsely, and Luo Hu laughed wildly. He grabbed the girl's neck and her slender waist with both hands, and suddenly lifted her above his head.
"People travel thousands of miles just to seek wealth; whoever dares to resist, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!" Luo Hu shook the girl's slender body violently and laughed wildly.
Because of Luo Hu's absence just now, the reaction speed of the large puppet army around him was much slower.
Now Luo Hu suddenly broke away from the control of Chu Tian's dead wood hand seal. Thousands of sword puppets hovering in the air roared in unison. The long swords in their hands swayed with sword light, and they roared towards Chu Tian.
It was still the weird but powerful sword formation, with sword lights overlapping one after another, and the power was doubled, four times, eight times, and sixteen times continuously superimposed. With a flick of his finger, a frenzy of sword light that was tens of thousands of feet long and more than a hundred feet wide roared crazily and struck Chu Tian on the head.
Many casual cultivators around Chu Tian roared in unison. The sword light was still thousands of feet away from their bodies. The all-exterminating sword intent contained in the sword light blasted into their bodies, rushed into their souls, and destroyed their souls. Destroyed at the same time as the body.
Tens of thousands of casual cultivators exploded together, and clouds of blood mist sprayed in all directions. Chu Tian was splashed with blood on his head and face, and bits of blood hit him, as if small swords were stabbing him. It makes a dense "dong-dong" sound, just like a heavy rain hitting a banana tree on a summer night.
Luo Hu's cultivation level is not as good as Chu Tian's, but he is still a master in the realm of heaven and man. The puppet army around him is extremely lethal. The aftermath of a casual attack is not something that these casual cultivators can bear.
Chu Tian let out a low roar, rubbed his hands together, and countless yellow leaves spurted out from his palms. Each leaf carrying a strong meaning of death flew into the sky, turning into a vortex of dead leaves with a diameter of tens of thousands of feet. Blocked by the sword light.