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  Chapter 241 I am invincible under heaven and man! (medium cup)

   Wutong Mountain in Chu State is a vast mountain range composed of one main peak and thirty-six secondary peaks.

At the top of its main peak grows a sycamore tree that has survived from ancient times to the present. The huge tree crown hangs high in the sky, and the leaves on the branches are bright and dripping all year round. It looks like a canopy made of flames from a close look. From a distance, it looks like a phoenix overlooking the sky.

  Thirty-six secondary peaks surround the main peak like stars and moons.

  Bai Lingzong, the largest sect in Chu State, is located on the main peak of the Wutong Mountains.

  In the past, except for the main peak of the Wutong Mountains, the rest of the peaks were free to enter and exit.

  Especially the twelve outer peaks allow outsiders to enter and admire the sycamore trees above the main peak from afar.

  However, half a month ago, above the main peak, even the true disciples and elders of the sect were not allowed to come and go freely.

  The rest of the peaks that originally housed the inner and outer disciples were also closed.

  Those mountain peaks that can be entered by outsiders are also assigned true disciples and elders to sit in command.

  The entire Wutong Mountain Range is full of chilling atmosphere.

   And all of this stems from the contest between Yu Sheng, the Patriarch of Bailing Sect, and Han Zhao, the newly promoted Martial God.

  Since the news of Han Zhao accepting the challenge came out, the entire Dongsheng Continent was instantly swept away.

  The last battle of Tianxuan Mountain was beyond everyone's expectations, and the only spectators were the senior members of the aristocratic family.

  This time, except for many children from aristocratic families who rushed to the outskirts of Wutong Mountains early to wait.

   There are also many warriors who are hidden from the world, and they also come here one after another.

  In the entire outskirts of the Wutong Mountain Range, there are tens of thousands of warriors plus descendants of aristocratic families.

   Among warriors, visceral training masters, which are usually rare, can be found everywhere.

  Ningsha Martial Saints, who are powerful enough to run rampant in a whole country, also accounted for nearly one-tenth of the total number of people.

  Almost half of the warriors in Dongsheng Continent rushed here, wanting to watch this shocking battle that was rarely seen in hundreds of years from a distance.

  Although they were only watching the battle from the outermost perimeter, not many warriors whose realm was lower than that of a master dared to come.

  Because the aftermath of the great battle of the most powerful might injure them, so the qualification to watch this battle is a height that ordinary warriors can hardly achieve in their lifetime.

   "I didn't expect a Han photo to attract so many warriors."

  A child of an aristocratic family stood on a low slope, looking at a large number of warriors nearby, feeling the power of soaring qi and blood, and the complex emotions of hunger, thirst and fear came from the fragments of the magic weapon in his body.

  The qi and blood of warriors are a great tonic for divine soldiers. However, when a large number of high-level warriors gather together, the evil blood power formed by their qi and blood can greatly wear down the power of divine soldiers.

   Otherwise, warriors would not have dominated for tens of thousands of years before the Millennium War.

   "Yeah, I don't know if I don't see it. Among so many warriors, except for a small number belonging to my family, many others have never seen it."

   "There are more than a dozen of the seven evil spirits who are perfect! And they are all hermits. I didn't expect the vitality of warriors to be so tenacious."

  The children of other aristocratic families also talked about it.

   "With the death of Han Zhao today, the last hope of warriors will be completely wiped out, and these people should give up."

  A family member sneered.

  Many people echoed their words, but most of them remained silent.

   "The Great Formation of the Hundred Spirits Sect is known as the number one killing formation in Dongsheng Continent. Under heaven and man, there is almost no way out. But, what if, what if Han Zhao wins?"

   At this time, a voice from a family member who was not convinced came from the crowd.

  Everyone heard the words, but did not rush to refute.

  Because what he said reached the hearts of everyone.

  What if Han Zhao wins?

  The aristocratic family suppresses warriors, but this does not prevent the children of the aristocratic family from worshiping the strong as well.

  Han Zhao rushed to the crown and became a concubine, and broke into the formation of all spirits alone. Even if he died, he would still be a hero.

"coming!"

   After an unknown amount of time, everyone looked up to the west.

  A white sword light came from the distant sky in an instant, and stopped above the Wutong Mountains.

  On the flying sword, a handsome young man in a white robe stood with his hands behind his back.

   "It's him, he is Han Zhao!"

  After the Tianxuanzong battle, Han Zhao's appearance has entered the eyes of all the high-level forces.

  Although many of the warriors present have never even seen Han Zhao's portrait, but with such a peerless demeanor, none other than the God of War.

   "At the age of thirty-seven, he has reached the peak. Even if he saw it with his own eyes, he still couldn't believe it."

  Seeing Han Zhao's calm and relaxed appearance, he lowered the light outside the main peak, and the warriors on the sidelines were engrossed, and they stimulated their true energy to the extreme, strengthening their five senses.

   "This battle will change the situation of Dongsheng Continent. If Han Zhao wins, martial arts will flourish. If Han Zhao loses, everything will end."

  Even if they can't see the battle scene hundreds of miles away, it's worthwhile to listen to this great battle and imagine the battle scene.

  Above the clouds, Cao Mengxuan, Wang Tengyun, Qi Qingchan and other senior officials of the aristocratic family have already arrived.

   "His mana is stronger than it was a month ago!" Cao Mengxuan looked solemnly.

  Wang Tengyun's face became more and more gloomy, and his right hand was unconsciously placed on the Xumi bag at his waist.

  He didn't believe that Han Zhao could survive under the Great Spirit Formation, but he didn't dare to bet.

   "Can he win?" Qi Qingchan's eyes flickered, and she couldn't believe her ears when she learned that Han Zhao was going to fight in Bailingzong.

I wanted Han Zhao to help enlighten the spiritual acupoint of Longyuan Mountain, but I didn't expect that he had just passed through the catastrophe of supernatural powers. He didn't seize the time to stabilize his realm, and he would go to the Great Spirit Formation alone for the sake of a confidante. It is really unwise Act of.

  Qi Qingchan came here because she wanted to see the result of the war as soon as possible.

  Secondly, I also want to find opportunities to help at critical moments.

  Since the Battle of Tianxuan Mountain, the old guys in the clan have become ambiguous towards Han Zhao. They neither support nor oppose her friendship with Han Zhao, and let her do things cheaply.

  Finally, she also wanted to see with her own eyes how stunning Yu Xuanji, the previous suzerain of the Bailing Sect, was, and could make Han Zhao spare her life to save her.

  Han Zhao looked up at the huge sycamore tree that covered the sky and covered the sun, felt the scorching force in the air, and calmly boarded the Bailing Terrace on the mountainside.

When he boarded the big platform, a beautiful woman in Taoist robe appeared. Her face was like a lotus, her eyebrows were like willow leaves, her eyes were like hooks, her bright red lips were raised slightly, and her black hair was pulled into a high bun. The beauty bun and the pearl phoenix crown shone fluorescently in the sunlight.

   It is Yusheng.

   It's just that Yusheng is no longer wearing a red dress at this time, but is wearing a pure white Taoist robe that symbolizes the suzerain.

  She looked at Han Zhao with a trace of surprise and solemnity, and her expression was no longer as playful as before.

  In just over two months, the changes in Han Zhao faintly surpassed her accumulation of hundreds of years.

  At this time, Yusheng fully believed that the rumors were not exaggerated at all.

  Han Zhao looked at Yusheng's lower abdomen, feeling the faintly fused power of extreme cold in her body, and said:

"I am coming."

   "You shouldn't have come." Yu Xuanji's voice sounded.

   "Han Zhao, I didn't expect you to come here. Is it worth it just for my senior sister?" Yu Sheng laughed.

   "Han is a man, he will do what he says, and he never breaks his word." Han Zhao said lightly.

   "You are forty-one days late, and you have broken your promise." Yu Xuanji's untimely voice sounded.

   "." Han Zhao's mouth twitched, he didn't make such a mess.

   "Senior sister is reminding you that since she has broken her promise once, she won't blame you if she breaks her promise a second time. This makes me, a junior sister, feel jealous!" Yu Sheng covered her mouth and smiled coquettishly.

   "Han Zhao, since you are here today, please stay forever!" An old man in green robe behind Yusheng said coldly.

   "Are you Wang Zhan?" Han Zhao recognized the green-robed old man as Wang Zhan, the patriarch of the Wang family who once chased and killed him.

   "I thought Wang Tengyun would have the courage to come here in person. I think highly of him."

  Han Zhao smiled lightly.

   After finishing speaking, Han Zhao mobilized his mana, and an astonishing momentum swept across the platform like a whirlwind.

  Wang   was about to speak, but was forced by this substantial aura to use his mana to resist.

  Boom!

  The two streams of mana collided head-on, and Wang Yan's body shook violently.

   thump thump thump!

  Wang Zhan stepped back three steps in a row before stabilizing his figure.

  Although Yu Sheng, who was affected by Han Zhao's mana, remained motionless, a mana shield with extremely hot power rose from his body.

"careful!"

  Han Zhao just took a step forward when Yu Xuanji's voice sounded.

   "Senior sister, don't worry, your little lover will take a step first, and he will be with you soon." Yusheng laughed loudly, and with a wave of his sleeve robe, the entire Wutong Mountain suddenly rose red.

  The golden sunlight fell and was absorbed by the huge sycamore wood, which reflected each other with the red light rising from the mountain, and finally all accumulated on Yusheng's body.

  Yusheng said it lightly, but when he made a move, he put all his strength into it, and directly launched the Great Formation of All Souls.

  Buzz buzz!

  At the same time, on the thirty-six secondary peaks other than the main peak, a huge magic circle lit up, and the beam of mana light shot up into the sky.

  A spirit bird flew out of each beam of light.

  Three-legged Golden Crow, Five-Colored Peacock, Youtian Kunpeng, Nine-Heaven Green Luan, Seven-headed Owl

  These true spirits of heaven and earth, which have only appeared in legends, appeared one after another above the sky.

  Although it is a phantom, the coercion contained in it makes the warriors in the distance frightened, and instantly loses the ability to resist.

   "Get together!" Yu Sheng pinched the formula.

  These phantoms of the real spirits of heaven and earth surround the main peak, and they all cast their innate supernatural powers on Han Zhao.

  The real fire of the sun fell first, but the fireball, the size of a human brain, left black scorched marks in the void that seemed to distort even space.

   Facing the extremely hot real fire that could distort and distort the space, Han Zhao remained expressionless. He stretched out his index finger, and a faint flame the size of a soybean ignited.

   "Go!" Han Zhao stabbed with his finger.

  The flames soared into the sky, and with a violent air piercing sound, they rose against the wind. Before hitting the real fire of the sun, it had already become a small sun with a diameter of more than 100 meters.

   "Boom!"

  The real fire of the sun was swallowed by Han Zhao's newly mastered supernatural power "True Sun Gang" like a sheep in the mouth of a tiger, and the two same extremely hot forces consumed mana rapidly.

  In the end, the little sun formed by the true sun consumes nearly half of its power, digesting and devouring the true fire of the sun.

   "Thank you very much." Han Zhao put the true sun into his body, and smiled faintly at Yusheng.

  Yusheng frowned slightly, and the three-legged Golden Crow ignited the real fire of the sun, turning the whole body into a huge fireball.

  Han Zhao witnessed her repeating her old trick and released the true sun again.

  However, the true sun has just left the body.

  The five-color peacock shakes its wings, the halo of five-color feathers on the tail flows, and the five-color divine light of blue, yellow, red, black, and white swipes down, and the real sun suddenly freezes in midair.

  At this time, the entire three-legged Golden Crow that turned into the real fire of the sun disappeared in a flash, and appeared on top of Han Zhao's head in an instant, and fell down with a crash.

  Han Zhao slapped his left hand behind his back, and on his five outstretched fingers, five colors of blue, yellow, red, black, and white lights appeared.

  The three-legged Golden Crow that turned into the real fire of the sun stopped in front of Han Zhao.

  I saw Han Zhao sucked in suddenly, and he swallowed the big sun's real fire in one gulp.

   Immediately afterwards, Han Zhao soared into the sky, also turning into a five-colored peacock.

  The five-color divine light swiped down, and the five-color divine light of the five-color peacock was brushed away.

  Boom!

  The originally stagnant real sun burst out, hitting the phantom of the five-color peacock and swallowing it instantly.

   "Huh?" Yusheng's expression changed slightly. He didn't expect that Han Zhao could also display the five-color divine light, and it was even better than the five-color divine light released by the five-color peacock feathers left by the patriarch.

  The five-color peacock blood that Han Zhao once captured was just Kong Yi who had awakened the blood for the second time. How could he have such a powerful five-color divine light.

   "Cut!"

  Using a hand as a knife, Yusheng slashed at Han Zhao in the sky.

  You Tian Kunpeng's phantom closed its wings, and two blue cold lights intersected and fell down.

  I saw that the two green lights had just been less than a hundred meters away from the body, and then disappeared in a flash.

  Han Zhao instantly dispelled the transformation of the five-color peacock, and his body suddenly shrank.

   "The power of space?!" Han Zhao looked up to less than ten meters above the top, where two dark intersecting cracks appeared in the void, and there were bursts of terrifying suction.

  It's just the phantom of You Tian Kunpeng, it is really extraordinary that it can cut through the space with one blow.

   It's just that everything is under Han Zhao's control.

  At this moment, a dark blue water drop the size of a grain of rice suddenly fell from the top of Han Zhao's head.

  Wang   finally made a move at the critical moment.

   Facing the seemingly insignificant drop of water, Han Zhao directly performed the vajra transformation, turning his whole body into a vajra body, and punched out with all his strength.

   Seeing that Han Zhao didn't dodge or dodge, and even hit him hard with his fist, Wang Yan sneered, and a look of pride flashed in his eyes.

  Boom—!

  Accompanied by an earth-shattering bang, the water drop the size of a grain of rice was blasted out by Han Zhao.

   "What?!" Wang Yan exclaimed.

   This seemingly insignificant drop of water is actually a drop of ghostly heavy water that he refined for hundreds of years. It is about the size of a grain of rice but as heavy as a mountain.

  As long as there is a little carelessness during the fighting, the body will be smashed by the heavy water of the netherworld. Even if the defensive spirit treasure is used, it may not be able to resist this huge force.

  However, Han Zhao was able to knock away the Nether Heavy Water, which was as heavy as a mountain, with only his physical body.

  Wang’s shock didn’t last long, and the next moment, a scene that made him tear up happened.

"you dare?!"

  Han Zhao's figure flashed, and a small golden pot the size of a palm appeared in his palm. He opened the lid of the pot and picked it up, and even swallowed the drop of heavy water from the netherworld.

  Wang   was horrified to find that the drop of ghostly heavy water that cultivated his life had lost its sense.

  Even if it is a spirit treasure, it absolutely does not have such power, and it is even more impossible to directly cut off the connection between him and the divine power.

   "Huh." Han Zhao snorted coldly.

  Boom!

   Demonic energy shot up into the sky, and on Han Zhao's original red gold skin, dark golden scales the size of copper coins suddenly appeared.

  A pitch-black unicorn protruded from his forehead.

  As soon as Han Zhao stretched out his hand, the Dragon Blade fell into his palm.

   "Not good!" Wang Yan felt Han Zhao's terrifying power like a demon god. Just one look gave him a sense of fear that he would face the ancient beast directly, as if he would be torn to pieces in the next second.

   "What are you waiting for?! Don't make a move yet!"

  Wang   let out a roar, dark green mana soared into the sky, and a large texture like a turtle shell suddenly appeared on his face.

  A black tortoise shell shield with a diameter of one foot flew out of his body, protecting him behind him.

  He didn't use the Black Tortoise True Body, because in front of such a killing treasure like the Dragon Blade, the size is too big and it is not conducive to defense.

  The dragon blade in Han Zhao's hand slashed down.

  The aura of heaven and earth nearby was violently turbulent, forming dense spiritual patterns, which were about to gather into the dragon blade.

  However, the phantoms of the heaven and earth spirits and birds above screamed in unison, and the huge prohibition light curtain isolated a large amount of heaven and earth spiritual energy and kept them out of the formation.

   At the same time, behind Han Zhao, two old men with almost identical appearance appeared.

  The two of them released two streaks of purple awns, which shot from miraculously tricky angles.

  The spiritual bird of heaven and earth above released its supernatural power again under the urging of Yusheng.

  Three hundred-meter black awns flew out, but due to the lack of infusion of heaven and earth spiritual energy, the power was obviously insufficient.

   The head-on knife was blocked by Wang Yan with a tortoise shell shield, leaving only a shallow scratch on the shield. With the operation of mana, the scratch disappeared in an instant.

  The other two swords were just counteracted by the two purple awns that attacked Han Zhao, and their mana consumed each other.

  Facing the great supernatural power released by the heaven and earth spirit bird above, Han Zhao didn't force it. Instead, he used three-point return to vitality, launched a mana vortex, and disintegrated the great supernatural power that crashed down.

   It's just that after decomposing the power of the great supernatural power, the three-point return to vitality was also exhausted, and it collapsed.

  Buzz buzz!

  The dragon blade in Han Zhao's palm trembled violently, and the aura of heaven and earth outside the barrier light curtain flashed, constantly impacting the barrier.

   "He couldn't absorb the aura of heaven and earth in the big formation, so take this opportunity and kill him!" Wang Zhan was overjoyed.

   "Roar~!"

  Following the roar of a tiger that resounded through the heavens, Murong Jie, who was hidden in the phantom of the heaven and earth spirit birds, made his hand.

  The overwhelming aura of innate sharp gold turned into thousands of sword lights and poured down, as if trying to tear the space apart.

  Compared to the fact that Murong Hua was caught off guard and killed by Han Zhao using the golden body of the immovable king, Murong Jie hid aside and prepared for a long time, and finally brought the killing power of the white tiger blood to the extreme.

  Boom!

  The two old men behind Han Zhao also released the soaring Yin Qi, and the two mountain-like golems suddenly rose up, and the terrifying cloud condensed, forming two combined Yin Qi vortexes on the top.

Wang Yan sprayed a mouthful of life essence on the tortoise shell shield, and the shield split apart with a crackling sound, turning into thirty-six sharp sword-like spikes, which stabbed at Han Zhao in unison. All his escape routes were blocked.

   "Small tricks."

Faced with this combined attack, which was enough to severely injure the peak Martial Gods of the third level of supernatural powers, Han Zhao smiled disdainfully. He made a tactic with one hand, and a giant golem hundreds of meters tall suddenly condensed on the surface of his body. The ferocious golem with three heads and six arms was like a demon god. Upright.

  The six arms of the golem spread out behind the back like a roc spreading its wings, and under the condensed majestic mana, knives, swords, spears, halberds, bows, and arrows manifested.

  The six arms all displayed the five martial arts mastered by Han Zhao.

"break."

  Han Zhao said lightly.

  The golden sword light combined with the white sword light, and swept across the top, and the ten thousand sword lights formed by the innate sharp gold energy turned into dust as if they were wiped away abruptly.

  The heaven and earth spirit bird whose aura was cut off by the spirit-cutting style, its great supernatural powers were self-defeating and dissipated suddenly.

  The bright silver gun lights covered the sky and the sun, and the thirty-six sword-like spikes were instantly submerged by countless gun lights.

  Three arrows of wind, ice, and thunder were fired at once, and the majestic golem transformed into a divine soldier was directly knocked out several miles away, and crashed into the prohibition with a bang.

  The lore blow of the four parties was easily resolved by the killing knife, the spirit sword, the soul chasing gun, the red dragon halberd, and the three strange spirit arrows.

  It takes hundreds of years for ordinary supernatural powers to master one or two unique skills, but Han Zhao can easily perform five at the same time.

  Wang An, Murong Jie, and the two third-tier envoys from the Heavenly Demon Cave, all looked shocked.

  Han Zhao wounded them with one blow.

  The most important thing is that he doesn't seem to be serious at all.

   "Senior Sister, you are right, but this person has the ability to save you. I underestimated him." At this time, Yusheng, who was manipulating the phantom of the spirit bird in the Great Formation of All Spirits, sighed.

   "What are you going to do?!" Yu Xuanji was startled.

   "Don't worry, even if you die, I will take you away with me! Of course, that's not the case yet." Yu Sheng sneered.

  Han Zhao combined with the Nirvana method and launched a fierce attack on the four people.

   "Yusheng! Don't make a move yet!"

  The four of them had little power to fight back under Han Zhao's supernatural powers, so they hurriedly asked Yusheng for help.

  However, Yusheng turned a deaf ear to it, and only controlled the Great Spirit Formation to assist the four people, but did not directly participate in the battle.

  The four cursed in their hearts, but under Han Zhao's attack, there was no time to breathe, and danger was everywhere for a while.

"ah!"

  As Murong Jie, who was the slowest, was hit by six arms of Han Zhao's nirvana at the same time, breaking the white tiger's real body, the situation changed instantly.

   "Yusheng!!"

  Wang Zhan and the other two third-tier envoys roared unwillingly, and within a hundred breaths, they all died in Han Zhao's hands.

  Han Zhao's eyes fell on Yu Sheng below.

   "You are very strong, so strong that you don't seem to be in the realm of supernatural powers." Yusheng smiled, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

   "Under heaven and man, I am invincible, and above heaven and man, I am invincible." Han Zhao pointed the dragon blade in his hand obliquely at Yu Sheng.

   "Leave a secret, this is your last chance."

  Boom!

   "You shouldn't, you shouldn't, you shouldn't have entered this great array of spirits!"

  Yusheng laughed wantonly, and the whole Mount Wutong trembled violently, and phantoms of spiritual birds appeared again among the thirty-six secondary peaks, including the three-legged golden crow and five-colored peacock that Han Zhao had just swallowed.

  Thirty-six kinds of heaven and earth spiritual birds flew towards the main peak like a hundred birds facing the phoenix, and finally all fell into Yusheng's body.

  (end of this chapter)