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"Are you worthy of being my grindstone?"

The crisp sound continued to echo in this small courtyard.

The sound was not loud, and it would be difficult to hear it if you didn't listen carefully amid the sound of sand and dust rising around.

But this small sound was no less than thunder to the crying old man.

This wake-up call made him stand still, and for a moment he didn't know what to do.

It was not until a long time later that the crying old man gradually came to his senses.

What greeted him at this moment was boundless rage.

"crunch..."

At this moment, the teeth in his mouth made a squeaking sound, and the yellow teeth were almost bitten off.

The crying old man stared with his dark eyes at the young man who was standing in front of him with the scorching sun and holding a sword. There was no metaphor in his eyes, but a direct and concrete black flame spewing out.

The sound that seemed to come out from between teeth echoed all around, and the crying old man was suppressing his anger, as if he was about to erupt like a volcano.

"Little bastard, what did you just say? Say it again to the ancestor!"

As for this, Guimi Wuhe did not feel that there was anything wrong. Looking at the old man in front of him who was about to cry in anger, he spoke slowly, leaving no room for easing.

In other words, there was no so-called easing of tensions between the two of them.

"If you like to hear it, I'll say it again."

"Be my grindstone."

"Are you worthy?"

"Good good!!!"

After hearing three "good" words in a row, the blue veins on the crying old man's head insisted on condensing into ghost hands and pounced out directly.

"You will experience it with your own body whether I am worthy or not!!!"

"I won't kill you easily. I will tear off every piece of your flesh and blood bit by bit, extract your soul, and make it my ghost. I will use it to light the soul lamp every day."

"Until your soul is burned out bit by bit."

With an angry roar, intense rage transformed into circles of black gas that burst out from his body. As they flew outward, they instantly transformed into countless ghost hands, grabbing towards the mysterious Wu He.

But before these ghost hands could get close to the mysterious Wu He's body.

The blazing sun shining in the sky suddenly shines down with scorching heat.

Under the dazzling sun, the pitch-black ghost hands burned with golden flames, but they could not get close to the mysterious Wu River even half a foot before turning into green smoke and disappearing without a trace.

Seeing this scene, even the head of the Zhang family in the back couldn't help but open his eyes wide, his face full of surprise.

The head of the Zhang family is indeed optimistic about the mysterious Wuhe.

When Guimi Wuhe is at Jiuqiao, he can kill Waijing with just one sword.

If he could reach the top in one step, his strength would definitely increase dramatically, and ordinary outsiders would definitely not be his match.

But I didn't expect that the mysterious Wu River would be so shocking just by its vision.

When the crying old man attacked him angrily just now, he could clearly feel that it was definitely a power of the grandmaster level.

But he couldn't get close to the mysterious Wu River at all.

“Such a strange phenomenon…”

In the dark night sky, the huge sun appears across the sky, shining on everything, and heaven and earth are respected!
The mysterious Wu River stands under this great sun.

He seemed like the most noble existence between heaven and earth. The ground beneath his feet seemed to be the center of heaven and earth. The world revolved around his will, and he was the master of this world!

"Ahhhh-"

Seeing that his attack failed, the crying old man was almost furious.

In the heart of the crying old man, the most important thing is his own life, followed by his own face and dignity, and then his own ideals and ambitions.

But now, his ideals and ambitions have been crushed by the young people in front of him.

His face and dignity were trampled into the mud like garbage by the boy in front of him.

How could the crying old man accept all of this?

He tore his face apart almost like a madman.

It is to tear out ghost shadows one after another from one's face.

A large number of ghosts gathered together and bit each other.

Even the crying old man's body had a large piece of flesh torn off by the horrible blood.

Paying such a huge price naturally resulted in the raising of a terrifying evil ghost that shook the world.

The evil ghost just raised his head slightly and the clouds in the sky were instantly dyed red.

He stretched out his claws, and ghost shadows seemed to appear in the scorching sun in the sky.

They kept tearing at the scorching sun in the sky, trying to tear apart the vision and the owner of the mysterious Wuhe vision together.

However, the mysterious Wu He seemed unaware of this.

He just stood leisurely in front of the crying old man, his eyes half open and half closed.

He didn't even need to attack the entrance. Just a slight movement of his mind caused a crack to appear between his eyebrows and slowly open.

A long time ago, the mysterious Wuhe had already completed the entire process of opening all nine orifices, achieving the connection between heaven and man, achieving the unity of heaven and man, and even returning to nature.

If it weren't for the appearance of the Time Blade, the mysterious Wu He would have stayed in the Xuantian Sect for a long time and even obtained the Jade Book of the Emperor of Heaven.

He could have achieved success in one step a year ago.

The subsequent use of the Emperor's Stepping on Time to adjust his own internal scene only slightly delayed the process.

What he had lacked was always just an opportunity.

And today is just right!

The mysterious Wu He suddenly opened his eyes at this moment, and everything in front of him was dark.

That was the wall of the ancestral orifice between his eyebrows, and it was the last barrier between him and the heaven and earth.

There was no difficulty, no hindrance at all. The mysterious Wu He just took a step forward and the darkness in front of him shattered like a mirror.

Everything around me became clear again.

At this moment, the sea of ​​​​vitality between heaven and earth, the flourishing vitality, the dark deathly air, the scorching sun fire, the dazzling power of the stars... and all kinds of "power and aura" are like oil paints of different colors painted on the empty white cloth of this world.

Every line, every ray of color seems chaotic and orderly, as if following certain laws and moving naturally, and seems to be a mess. Everything constitutes a beautiful picture, appearing in the eyes of the mysterious Wu He.

A mountain is a mountain; a mountain is not a mountain.

At this moment, the mysterious Wu He could deeply feel the meaning of it.

"Is this the law of the real world?"

The mysterious Wu He looked at all the magnificent and diverse things before him, with obvious joy in his eyes.

Because he felt that all these forces were surrounding him, supporting him to fly upwards, supporting him to reach the high sky.

The mysterious Wu He ignored the great power between heaven and earth and rushed towards him like a waterfall.

Just quietly experience the process of endless power cleansing your body.

I felt my entire body gradually becoming crystal clear, bit by bit turning into unshakable diamond glass.

It was not until the bloody ghost in front stretched out its claws towards him that the mysterious Wu He shifted his gaze and looked forward, smiling at the hideous-looking crying old man.

Looking at the smiling face in front of me, there is clearly no hostility on it.

But for some reason the crying old man shuddered all over.

It was obviously he who had a ferocious face, and he was the one with higher cultivation level, so he now held the initiative and was the one who took the initiative to attack.

But the real danger at this moment did not seem to be the mysterious Wuhe River in front of him.

Instead, he cried for the old man.

He didn't know where this feeling came from. All he could see was the mysterious Wu He in front of him raising his hand towards the sky, then slowly falling down...

"Boom——"

It was a deafening sound.

The crying old man subconsciously raised his head, and then a full golden color appeared on his ferocious old face.

This golden color came from the sky, from the heaven, and the scorching sun fell down with a loud bang.

The sun in the sky fell down so carelessly as the mysterious Wu He waved his hand!
And the direction of the fall was the bloody ghost in front of him.

"Rumble..."

The blinding light illuminated everything. Not even the walls, not even the surging true qi, not even the body that had been tempered a thousand times could block it.

At this moment, everyone in Jiangdong couldn't help but close their eyes.

And when they open their eyes again, they will see the complete world.

The flash seemed to refer only to their illusion that the world remained the same and nothing had changed.

Apart from……

The mysterious Wu He raised his eyes and looked at the crying old man in front of him.

The crying old man was no longer as proud as before. The bloody ghost in front of him had disappeared completely. One of his arms was broken, his white robe was torn, and most of the headscarf on his head had fallen off. Half of his scalp was shaved off, and his whole body was covered with scars.

If a normal martial artist had suffered such an injury, he would have died instantly.

But the one in front of him is the crying old man, but he is the master of outdoor scenes!

The mysterious Wuhe moved slowly forward step by step.

At this time, the crying old man in front of him retreated quickly step by step. He looked at the mysterious Wu He in front of him with horror on his old face.

"You little bastard, what on earth did you use just now?!"

"what?"

The mysterious Wu He listened to the questioning of the crying old man in front of him, paused slightly, and tilted his head slightly.

"Why, Senior Crying Old Man, can't you see? That was the calamity caused by my sudden ascension to heaven."

The crying old man gritted his teeth at this.

The crying old man who could become the top of the outdoor scene naturally had a lot of experience. How could he not recognize that everything that happened just now was indeed the vision of awakening and ascending to the outdoor scene.

The blazing sun falling and turning into thunder is indeed the first catastrophe that one will encounter when ascending to heaven - punishment by thunder.

but!
"Which good family's thunder punishment for reaching the sky in one step doesn't strike the person who reaches the sky in one step, but strikes others instead!"

"Which good person's enlightenment period can reach the heavenly thunder punishment and kill a master half to death in an instant!"

In short, the crying old man really didn't believe a word of the nonsense coming out of the mysterious Wu He's mouth.

He just watched the mysterious Wu He approaching step by step and gritted his teeth.

"I don't believe that a kid like you who has just entered the field can use that kind of power continuously!"

"Go to hell!!!"

Looking at the one-armed old man who stretched out his only remaining hand and rushed towards him madly, the mysterious Wu He smiled.

The next moment, clusters of Yin fire rose up, rising and burning his flesh and blood and his soul.

This is the second catastrophe that one needs to overcome in order to reach heaven in one step, the "Catastrophy of Yin Fire".

However, when we arrived at the mysterious Wu River, something seemed to be wrong with this Yin Fire Disaster.

It seems a little too much.

The Yin Fire on ordinary people is just a thin film wrapped around the body.

However, the mysterious Yin Fire Disaster of Wuhe was like a bonfire.

Transparent flames jumped up several meters from his head and almost covered the entire courtyard.

The mysterious Wu He looked at the crying old man and the countless ghost shadows rushing towards him, and had no intention of retreating at all.

He took a step forward, and the flames burning on his body suddenly turned into small snakes, which crawled into the palm of the mysterious Wu He in the blink of an eye.

As his palm passed through the void, the Yin Fire turned into a wall of fire and pounced towards the crying old man in front of him.

The blazing transparent flames instantly ignited these evil spirits that were difficult to become saints.

Even the crying old man was wrapped in flames and raised his head to let out a painful howl.

The attack of the mysterious Wuhe has not ended yet.

The onlookers didn't feel anything at this time, but Guimi Wuhe and the crying old man who were quite close felt it. The surrounding sky and earth seemed to be much darker at this moment, and the sunlight in the sky seemed to be distorted by some vortex.

The mysterious Wuhe exudes a heart-pounding suction and sense of destruction within a few feet of his body.

At this time, the mysterious Wu He grinned.

The crying old man was shocked.

"No, don't come over here—"

The crying old man screamed wildly, completely losing his previous momentum, and turned around and tried to run.

It seemed that Guimi Wuhe was the lofty master of the external scene, and the old man in front of him seemed to be the junior who had just been promoted to the external scene.

But at this point, how could he escape from the clutches of the mysterious Wu He so easily?

Feeling a gust of golden wind entering through his fontanel and blowing directly into his internal organs, the mysterious Wu He smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and directly drew the golden wind in his body to coil around his palm.

Different from the golden wind disaster that ordinary people experience, the golden wind on Guimi Wuhe is almost blowing up a storm.

The moment they gathered in Guimi Wuhe's hands, they formed a dragon head, roaring and biting the crying old man in front of him.

In an instant, the crying old man was swallowed up by the golden wind.

The whistling wind blew at his flesh, leaving it torn apart, and blew at his internal organs, tearing them into pieces.

In the blink of an eye, the crying old man in front of him almost completely turned into a pile of bones.

Only a small part of the membrane was still supporting his body, preventing him from dying immediately.

At this moment, the crying old man was really scared.

The scene just now was too horrifying.

The crying old man had no idea what had happened to cause him to mutate into such a half-dead state.

All the thoughts of revenge and face were thrown aside by him at this moment. Now he just wanted to live, just wanted to live well.

At this moment, he stared at the mysterious Wu He in front of him and roared at the top of his lungs:
"enough!!!"

"Wuhe!"

"You killed my disciples, but I won't bother with you. You seriously injured me, but I can forgive you."

"But this is already the limit!"

"If you continue to press me, I am not without the means to fight to the death!"

"If you take one more step forward, everything will be turned upside down."

Upon hearing this, Guimi Wuhe raised his eyebrows.
But how could he let the crying old man go so easily?

The Crying Old Man has the means to risk his life, so does the Mysterious Wu River?

The strange phenomena on Guimi Wuhe's body continued, and the attack continued.

"Okay, how do you turn the world upside down? Just show me how to do it, and maybe I'll stop!"

Seeing that the mysterious Wu He had no intention of stopping, the crying old man became very anxious.

However, he did not seek any companions on this trip, so even if he wanted to ask for help, there was no way.

Feeling the sickle of death reaping towards his head step by step, the crying old man immediately felt ruthless in his heart.

At this critical moment of life and death, his body suddenly became deformed and expanded rapidly like a balloon.

Hands stretched out from the white robe, as if evil spirits were separated from his body, constantly grabbing the golden wind around him, trying to pull them away, but ultimately failed.

Feeling the sword light behind him getting closer and closer, the old man finally made up his mind.

The next moment, under the gaze of the mysterious Wu He, the crying old man's body exploded into hundreds of thousands of black shadows, fleeing in all directions.

Like locusts, the ghostly shadows instantly tore through the constantly rotating golden wind around them and fled to all parts of the sky and earth.

The sudden change was so unexpected that even the mysterious Wu He was unable to react for a while.

The sword in his hand spun towards the sky.

The sword flew out and only destroyed less than one-tenth of them.

The remaining large part flew towards all parts of the world like sharp swords.

The strong desire to survive even directly moved the heaven and earth to turn into a strong wind to help them escape.

Even the mysterious Wu He was stunned by the sight.

"What the hell, what kind of real-world version of Muzan Kibutsuji..."

……

At this time, the focus turned to the crying old man.

He could clearly feel that when the sword fell just now, at least tens of thousands of wronged souls died.

But he didn't care.

Now he had only one thought in his mind, which was to survive.

If there is any other place, go to that place!!!

Although I didn't think from the beginning that there would be other experts to rescue Guimi Wuhe, but I still think that it's better to be safe than sorry.

But cherishing one's life means that the old man still leaves himself a way out.

That was a space array he had set up. As long as he got there, he could be teleported directly back to the Western Region.

The Western Regions are the territory of Great Asura.

Even if Su Wuming or even Zhenren Shoujing were there, they would not be able to act at will.

Otherwise it would be a challenge to the dignity of the Dharmakaya Master.

"As long as we get to that place, as long as we get to that place!!!"

...(End of chapter)