Xuanhuan: Unparalleled Prince, Conquer the Heavens!

"how is this possible?"

"Have you also broken through the quasi-sacred realm?"

Above the star dome, Wen Zhiming carried his hands on his back, looked down at Cao Cao, looked carefully for a moment, and roared in disbelief.

Daqin, there is also a quasi-sage?

Does this mean that his plan has failed before it can be implemented?
Afterwards, endless murderous intent flashed in his eyes. Only by killing Cao Cao can he occupy the literary world and attack the Great Qin until he realizes his ambition.

"kill!"

Wen Zhiming roared, and countless strands of white literary energy emerged, covering the starry sky, forming an endless sea of ​​literature, and moving towards Cao Cao's suppression.

The starry sky is distorted.

The Ten Directions Starfield became empty.

Regarding this, Cao Cao smiled contemptuously, unsheathed the sword in his hand, and slashed forward.

A sword energy of hundreds of millions of miles across the sky.

With the majestic spirit of a mighty king, with supreme majesty, let the heavens and the earth submit, make the ten thousand ways prostrate, and make the heavens and the world lose their luster.

Boom!

With a loud noise, the boundless Wenhai was directly divided into two.

Wen Zhiming staggered, waved his right hand, and the Dao of Hongmeng Wen emerged, condensed a writing brush, and wrote the word "sword" between the pen and paper.

The word 'sword' is revealed!
In Huanghuang Xingyu, countless lines of sword energy appeared, gathered together to form a river of swords, sharp and sharp, tearing everything apart.

"Mountain!"

Wen Zhiming drank lightly, continued to wave his writing brush, and wrote a mountain character.

Under the dome of stars, immeasurable cultural energy flows freely, forming a huge sacred mountain, which is tens of light-years long and several light-years high, extremely majestic.

The mountain fell like a sky sinking, heading towards Cao Cao Town.

Wherever it passed, the starry sky was shattered inch by inch.

After two attacks broke out, Wen Zhiming showed no signs of stopping, and wrote big characters one after another.

"Knife!"

As soon as this word came out, countless sword qi floated in the sky and fell like a torrential rain.

"wind!"

As soon as this word came out, twelve star whirlwinds appeared in all directions and eight poles, connecting the heaven and the earth, containing terrible tearing force, turning the worlds passing along the way into nothingness.

"thunder!"

As soon as this word came out, hundreds of millions of dark clouds gathered, thunder bursts, and lightning flashed, and thunders of destruction fell down, tearing apart the starry sky and annihilating everything.

Immediately, the surrounding starry sky of millions of light years turned into a place of death, full of destructive power, even if a strong immortal stepped in, he would die in an instant.

"Gorgeous!"

Cao Cao's face remained unchanged, he raised his sword high in his hand, and slashed down fiercely.

Boom!

The pitch-black Xingyu suddenly turned blood-colored.

A streak of blood-colored sword energy swept across the sky, with the meaning of a hero, extremely fierce, majestic, and terrifying.

In a trance, from the sword energy, one can see a hero in troubled times, who has gone through life and death several times, from weak to strong, and killed countless powerful enemies.

Sword Qi falls!

What sacred mountain, what thunder, what tornado, everything turned into nothingness.

"not good!"

Wen Zhiming's face changed slightly, and he quickly swung the Chinese pen in his hand, using the tip of the pen as a soldier, slashed out a series of terrifying attacks, and flew towards the bloody sword energy.

But without exception, these attacks turned into dust as soon as they came into contact with the bloody sword energy.

boom!
In the next breath, Wen Zhiming was hit by the bloody sword energy, and his body flew upside down uncontrollably, spilling blood on the starry sky for three thousand miles.

Cao Cao stepped forward and walked towards Wen Zhiming!
"Damn!"

"Why is he so powerful?"

Wen Zhiming struggled to stand up, his face was pale, on his chest, there was a bone-deep wound, and a beating heart could be seen.

He looked at Cao Cao who was approaching every step of the way, and felt a trace of fear.

But more, still crazy!
He is the inheritor of Wen Dao, how could he lose?
"Massive Purple Qi, come out!"

Wen Zhiming gritted his teeth, and with a thought, a purple qi flew out from between his eyebrows, suspended above his head, and sprinkled endless rays of light, making his aura infinitely mysterious.

At this moment, he is like the founder of the context!
Cao Cao paused, his face full of suspicion.

What is this for?
Zoomed in?

"All celestial veins, come out!"

Wen Zhiming raised his hands high and roared loudly.

At the same time, the vast universe of Kyushu, the various celestial veins entrenched in the sea of ​​luck, a trace of doubt flashed in their eyes, they blinked, and continued to rest in the luck.

Just now, it sensed a strong summoning power.

If it was before, it must have gone.

But now, it has stayed well in Daqin, why go back and be restrained?
Of course, the main reason is that Daqin's literature and Taoism are very prosperous, whether it is Confucianism, Taoism or vertical and horizontal Taoism, it has benefited a lot.

In the starry sky battlefield, there was silence.

Wen Zhiming waited for a while, and found that there was no sign of the arrival of the various celestial veins, showing a trace of doubt?
what happened?
He is the inheritor of Wen Dao.

In other words, he is the master of the heavenly context, and this identity is recognized by the will of the heavens.

Then why didn't the celestial veins appear?
Is the posture wrong?

"All celestial veins, come out!"

Wen Zhiming pinched his fingers and roared again.

Zhu Tianwen, who was lying in the sea of ​​luck, turned over, covered his ears with his paws, and continued to sleep soundly.

There was silence again.

Wen Zhiming swallowed his saliva, full of uneasiness, he will not be abandoned by Zhutian Wenmai, right?
"ended!"

Cao Cao waited for a while, feeling dull, the immortal energy surged in his body, and he chopped off again.

Clang!
The bloody sword energy is divided into heaven and earth.

Blooming a peerless sharp edge, enough to destroy nine heavens and ten earths, locked on Wen Zhiming with the intention of killing.

"No!"

Seeing this, Wen Zhiming's pupils shrank slightly, the hairs all over his body stood on end, and the blood in his body stopped flowing, so he couldn't help screaming.

death!

He sensed endless death!

At this moment, he is no longer a high-ranking quasi-sage, but more like a prisoner waiting to be executed. As for the supervisor of execution, it is naturally Cao Cao.

boom!
In the next breath, there was a cloud of blood mist in the starry sky.

Wen Zhiming's body was directly divided into two.

Body, soul, will, holy place.
All existing things have been annihilated, completely disappeared from this world, and there is no possibility of resurrection.

boom!
The heavens and the world trembled.

Regardless of whether it is the Great Thousand World, the Middle Thousand World, or the Small Thousand World, all the sky turned into blood, and the blood cloud rolled, and a blood rain fell, pattering down the earth.

In these blood rains, there is a thin holy power, which produces many good fortunes.

From heaven and earth, to heaven and earth.

The rain of blood destroys people's grief!

For some reason, all the creatures felt a trace of sadness inexplicably, and their chests felt congested, as if they were pressing down on a big rock.

"Heaven and Earth mourn together!"

"This is the fall of a quasi-sage and powerhouse!"

A gray-haired, knowledgeable old man stretched out his hand to catch a drop of blood rain, gasped and said in a trembling voice.

The warriors who heard this were all moved.

They looked at the blood-colored sky, and a thought flashed through their minds, that the quasi-sage would also fall?