From Cellar to Throne: Zen's Quest for Immortality

Under the attack of Xuanyuan middle-aged people and Wuma desert, Chengwei is retreating.

"Boom!"

Relying on the golden light of the body surface, the middle-aged man hits Chengwei with a fist.

"Dong Dong Dong..."

Chengwei retreated seven or eight steps in a row. With each step, a huge pit appeared on the ground, and the ancient wasteland trembled.

As soon as his figure was stable, wumamo followed.

Fortunately, Chengwei has two hands, one of which is holding the bamboo sword.

An emerald green sword from the bottom up, blocked in front of Wuma desert.

That Wu Ma Mo has some taboo to this emerald green sword awn, this is probably the only way to penetrate Xuanyuan wasteland body, he can only avoid.

But just pushed back Wu Ma Mo, the middle-aged man came forward again. They took turns to fight, and Cheng Wei had little power to fight back.

He didn't even have time to pay attention to the war situation over there.

Just now Luo Zheng used soul attack to disturb LOUJI's soul, which raised a glimmer of hope in his heart.

It's a pity that the strength of the other gods is too poor to break LOUJI's Xuanyuan wasteland, and the rising hope will be dashed.

When LOUJI killed those wild gods and attacked one of them, he would surely die today.

Think of here, the heart of Cheng Wei also rises a trace of sadness.

It's too hard to die in this ancient wasteland. If he can win a few more blood bones, he is even qualified to attack the first person of the younger generation!

In despair, even the fighting spirit is gradually dissipating

Seeing the middle-aged man rush to himself again, he even has the impulse to give up resistance.

At this time, a true yuan sound came into his ear again, "Chengwei! I'll disturb the minds of these two people, and you'll kill them at your chance! "

"What

Cheng Wei's eyes flashed, his eyes drifted, and he saw Luo Zheng hundreds of feet away.

Luo Zheng still didn't inspire the power of the wild God, just like a small mosquito flying in the air, so inconspicuous, but in Chengwei's eyes, it seems to have become a life-saving straw!

"Shua!"

Cheng Wei's hand suddenly grasps the bamboo sword. Facing the thunder of the middle-aged man, he tilts back and blocks his arm in his chest.

"Bang!"

The middle-aged man hit him on the arm.

"Click!"

The arm was bent 90 degrees and was smashed by a middle-aged man.

The biggest advantage of Chiyou wild body is that it can grow three heads and six arms, and the body is much stronger than ordinary wild God, and the body can recover quickly after being injured.

In contrast, Xuanyuan has almost abnormal defense.

Cheng Wei, who sacrificed one of his arms, flipped over, and the bamboo sword in his hand crossed a distance of thousands of feet, making a huge arc.

His sword went straight to wumamo.

"You're going to go all out? It's a pity that your life is no longer valuable. It can't change anyone's life, "the middle-aged man said with a grim smile.

Chengwei's sword cuts to wumamo. It's an empty door. The middle-aged people have the ability to kill Chengwei before Chengwei cuts to wumamo!

Wu Ma Mo's face also shows a sneer. Cheng Wei really gives up. Such a poor sword can't kill him

But at this time, the middle-aged man and wumamo suddenly felt a flash of light in the corner of their eyes.

Two people coagulate the eye to look, then saw like mosquito fly general tiny Luo Zheng.

Both of them were in a daze. Neither the middle-aged nor wumamo thought that Luo Zheng was still alive?

After LOUJI took the hand, they didn't bother to take a look. As a member of Xuanyuan people, LOUJI's solution to the four immortals was too simple.

At the moment of seeing Luo Zheng, they did not think that Lou Ji was dead, but were surprised that Luo Zheng could escape from Lou Ji.

However, this idea just flashed out of my mind, and then I saw Luo Zheng slightly cross the Chengying sword.

"Hum!"

The two-color sword flashed by.

"Boom!"

The middle-aged man and wumamo suddenly felt a sledgehammer hit their head.

Especially in wumamo, conditioned reflex generally held his head and gave out a roar.

"Click..."

Chengwei's sword had already cut wumamo. If it wasn't for their soul attack, middle-aged people could easily cut off the sword, and wumamo could easily avoid it.

But because of the soul attack, the situation is greatly changed!

The bamboo sword cuts on the golden light on the body surface of Wuma desert, and the golden light is suddenly fragmented.

The first sword cuts the golden light, and Chengwei's second sword comes one after another.

He went straight to wumamo's chest with this sword. With a "puff" sound, the bamboo sword just pierced into half. Chengwei's body pressed down and picked up the long sword, which directly split wumamo's head in two!After solving Wu Ma Mo, Cheng Wei waves a bamboo sword and stabs the middle-aged man again.

However, although the middle-aged man was attacked by Luo Zheng's soul, his consciousness recovered very quickly, but in half a breath, his eyes were clear and bright.

The middle-aged man was shocked to see that wumamo had been killed.

In this world, there are few wild gods who can use their souls to attack. Of course, except for the real strong within the major ethnic groups, because those strong were not born in this world at all!

That boy is a new born wild God. The power of the wild God in his body is not very strong. How can he burst out such a powerful soul attack?

Although middle-aged people are scared and frightened, but his brain is also very fast.

As long as you solve this boy, Chengwei is still not his opponent!

He took a step to the right, his huge body rolled in the air, and went straight to Luo Zheng.

"Be careful!"

Cheng Wei sees this scene to also make a speech to remind a way.

Luo Zheng was suspended in the air, watching the middle-aged man's body roll over. It was like a huge mountain rolling over.

But there was no panic on his face, and a smile appeared on his face from the shimmering light of the shadow sword in his hand.

"Hum!"

The middle-aged are attacked by the soul again.

His tumbling body suddenly lost its balance and hit the ground heavily.

In the face of such an opportunity, how can Cheng Wei, who has experienced many battles, let go?

He flies up and grabs his own bamboo sword with both hands. The middle-aged man's consciousness has never recovered, and the bamboo sword in his hand has gone from top to bottom

"Poof

The bamboo sword directly nailed the middle-aged man's head to the ground.

Middle aged people's body condition reflex general struggle, immediately lost the movement.

Cheng Wei holds her bamboo sword tightly, and her face is still a little nervous.

After the middle-aged man died, the power of the wild God in his body began to dissipate, and his mountain like body began to shrink rapidly.

At this time, Chengwei pulls out the bamboo sword. Her face is filled with the joy of escaping from the dead. She looks at Luo Zheng not far away.