Be a reckless man in the martial arts word game

Chapter 590 Zhiwu Marked a Location

The moment Wanren Mountain appeared in this world, Chu Junhui's life cultivation began to rise rapidly.

He fulfilled his obsession of climbing the mountain realm - ten thousand feet in the sky, five hundred feet... six hundred feet... seven hundred feet... eight hundred feet... nine hundred feet... three thousand feet.

His cultivation level only stopped when it reached the level of three thousand feet. At this time, his cultivation level had already surpassed the peak of the mountain climbing realm, and was not much inferior to most of the peak mountain realm.

People in later generations have been saying that it is not easy to improve on the road to obsession. Don’t worry about what comes next. Just talk about the moment when you complete your obsession. Isn’t it a great feeling to improve?

"Cool!"

All attributes are estimated to exceed three hundred, all techniques are mastered, comparable to the cultivation level of the peak mountain realm, a thousand years of internal strength, and ten thousand-level divine power... Chu Junhui now doesn't know how he should lose.

The group of Taoist masters, led by Master Chuitian, began to target him crazily.

The people from the other two religions didn't try to stop him...perhaps they were offended by some of his previous words.

But it doesn’t matter, Chu Junhui doesn’t care.

Except for people of Sanxiu's level, no one else can even hurt him now.

He only needs to make his mountain grow to ten thousand feet high to end the battle in Baiyujing.

When he established Yu Benshan, in order to prevent the laws of time from erasing the traces he left behind, he mixed a lot of spiritual power into it, so Yu Benshan is more like a magic weapon.

But Chu Junhui no longer needs to mix in spiritual power when materializing Wanren Mountain. This move of his is more similar to his previous "Meteoric Sky", which gathers all the power of divine will and condenses it into one.

The bad news is that he can't use "Yuntian" and will be drained.

The good news is that in addition to Yuntian, he, who has refined countless "Yu Benshan", has learned another powerful move to condense his divine will.

……

"Hey, hey, hey, what's with that mountain behind him?"

"It's bigger than Yujing Mountain."

"It completely covered the sky of Baiyujing!"

"Bai Yujing was hit by a hole on the top of that mountain!"

"Run! Run away!"

It wasn't just the Taoists who were agitated; there was also talk of a commotion among Confucianists and Buddhists.

"Want to escape? It's too late." Zhiwu's voice, like the voice of heaven, rang out, "Why do you think the first thing I did before the showdown was to destroy the passage left by the Confucian Sage?"

He used the "Divine Intention of Stealing Peaches" to take advantage of each of the three girls, and with the last wave of internal energy he stole, he built the last layer of the Wanren Mountain.

One hand holds up the mountain, the other hand supports the back.

He smashed down the Wanren Mountain.

The mountain is as wide as the earth, and as high as the sky.

At this moment in Baiyujing, except for the crazy Zhou Tianyi, everyone can only see the shadow of the mountain and can only watch it fall unstoppably.

In the shadow of this mountain.

Forbidden the power of space, forbidden to transform into the five elements, forbidden to lock life, forbidden to be resurrected, forbidden to escape underground, forbidden to ascend into the air...

Those below the peak level are completely suppressed by the mountain, and become helpless mortals.

For those above the Peak Mountain Realm, the phantom of the Martial Ancestor's Temple will be crushed once it materializes, and the physical body of the Martial Ancestor's Temple will be flattened once the mountain falls.

Zhiwu is on the mountain, and everyone else is at the foot of the mountain.

"Your stories are not stories, and your legends are not legends. From now on, if you want to write an inscription or revise a story, please send a letter to Yu Benshan first."

The five cities on the twelfth floor are shattered!
Yujing Mountain, shattered!
All the Wuzu temples built on Yujing Mountain were destroyed!
The entire Baiyujing was directly crushed by the Wanren Mountain. Many saints' disciples were directly killed by the shock, and the others who survived by chance were all crushed under the mountain.

This mountain descended from the sky, like the palm of Buddha or devil falling on the earth, suppressing all rebellion.

From then on, there was no Baiyujing in the sky, only Yuben Mountain on earth.

……

After falling to the human world, the Wanren Mountain is no longer divided into layers, showing a magical appearance, but has become ordinary, no different from any other mountain range.

Lush trees, forests, flowers, birds and animals create a magnificent scene.

After Zhou Tianyi recovered, he went to do his own thing. Chu Junhui ignored him and slowly climbed up the Wanren Mountain he had built.

Tired of walking, he lay down on a strange rock. A small yellow flower grew under the rock, and the flower shook its head and spoke human words.

"Zhiwu, Zhiwu, please let me out?"

When Chu Junhui heard it, he knew it was the voice of Nuo Luohan.

"I will definitely release it."

"Ah?" Nuofu didn't expect that he agreed so readily.

But before Nuofu could be happy for long, Zhiwu added another sentence.

"Wait five hundred years, and a kind man from the Eastern Tang will let you go."

"Brother Zhiwu... Is it possible that I will be gone in five hundred years?"

"That's easy. You can turn your bones into a spirit and eat the monk, then you can be resurrected."

“……” Nuofu understood that Zhiwu had no intention of letting him go.

"I didn't provoke you, why did you suppress me?"

The timeline in which you were about to become a Buddha was not so sensible... Chu Junhui stood up, stretched, and continued walking up the mountain.

"Just stay here and relax. Why should you be anxious if Chui Tian isn't anxious at all?"

"Who said that Chuitian Zhenren is not anxious?"

Nuo Fu, who was trapped under the mountain, looked into the distance through the layers of rocks. There was a human figure banging its head against the stone above it.

Don’t mention it, it’s true. With his efficiency in chiseling the mountain with his head, he will really be able to get out in another five hundred years.

Nuofu Luohan called out several times, but Zhiwu ignored him. He sighed deeply, used his newly recovered strength to push away some of the stones beside his head, and sat down in a comfortable position.

He knocked on the stone wall next to him.

"Brother, how are you doing?"

"Very good." Bodhisattva Pure World replied immediately.

Because he had made defensive preparations in advance, he had a lot more space on his side.

While others were pressed down by the mountain, he had opened up a stone chamber. Not only could he lie down in different positions, but he could even sit up and meditate without being crowded.

"How long will it take to get out?"

"Half a month."

"As expected of you, Senior Brother! You are not much worse than Zhiwu."

"What I mean is that the result of the battle between saints will be out in half a month." Bodhisattva Pure World closed his eyes and slowly entered a state of meditation.

"Since we are here, we should make the best of it. Zhiwu will probably use us to make a deal with the Saint. He cannot win against the Saint directly now."

……

It was indeed not easy to suppress so many people at once. Chu Junhui was very exhausted, otherwise he would not have to gasp for breath after climbing a mountain.

After reaching the top of the mountain, he successfully found what he was looking for.

"Bud of Yindu."

It was a "Y"-shaped sprout, and it looked no different from an ordinary tree bud.

But Chu Junhui knew that this thing had a very strong vitality.

Half of the reason why he destroyed Baiyujing just now was to destroy this thing as well.

But this thing was very smart. The moment Baiyujing was destroyed, it took root in Wanren Mountain and changed its host.

Chu Junhui tried to pluck the tender bud, but as expected, he couldn't pull it out... it was a stubborn plant.

"Ha~"

"Don't worry, I will destroy the other Yindu seeds. You will never be able to evolve into a Yindu tree in your lifetime."

As he said this, he untied his belt, whistled leisurely, and poured a pool of yellow soup on it.

Zhiwu marked a location and said that this thing was very smelly and others should not touch it.

(End of this chapter)