The Domain of God

Blood splattered everywhere.

The bloodless sword pierced through Deadwood's head, and the Black Wind Blade cut through his body.

Suddenly, Wu Feng quickly appeared in another direction and coldly looked at Deadwood.

Shi Mu's wounds were surrounded by scriptures. There were no longer any blood flowing out, and his injuries had already completely healed.

"Dead wood?" A dead tree in the spring? "

Wu Feng squinted, "Amazing."

Withered Wood's expression was solemn as he clasped his hands and said, "Does Benefactor have a solution to the anger in your heart? Even if I am not talented, I only know these little tricks. "

Wu Feng hesitated, it was not because he was afraid, but because the opponent was slashed by his blade, which meant that he did not want to fight with Wu Feng. Although the technique was incredible, if he wanted to recover from such a serious injury, it would definitely be a huge drain on his body.

"It seems that as long as you're here, it'll be difficult for me to go over."

Wu Feng spoke coldly, but his heart was filled with unwillingness.

Deadwood said dejectedly, "Benefactor is currently at the stage of great transformation. If I were to comprehend myself, it would be difficult for me to be a match for Benefactor. Even now, this poor monk did not dare to speak. It's just that this monk is only one of the few in the West Continent, if Almsgiver continues to advance, I hope you will reconsider. "

For a Half Martial Emperor to be this strong, he naturally had to be modest in saying these words.

Not arrogant or impetuous, not arrogant or overbearing.

Wu Feng actually felt a very special feeling from this old monk.

No desires, no desires, no colors.

"Everything is empty!"

Wu Feng's tone was still as cold as ever, this was definitely a level where one could achieve great things through cultivation.

Deadwood sighed, "Benefactor is indeed someone with an intelligent root. I was able to see through this poor monk so quickly."

Wu Feng's hostility rose again, and he sneered: "What if I insist on taking action?"

Deadwood shook his head. "I do not wish to see my life ruined. Even if it is only for the future, I must stop you."

Wu Feng raised his blade and flew into the air, following the sound of a muffled explosion, his blade started to change direction, it was extremely huge and shocking, it struck towards the dead tree. At the same time, the Ten Thousand Demonic Hells appeared once again, chains swooping down towards the withered trees.

Withered Wood's eyes were calm. Suddenly, the golden buddhist energy in his body began to fluctuate and his eyes turned deathly gray like his own …

"Dong, dong, dong, dong!"

Muffled sounds could be heard from all around. Dried trees were scattered all over the place, and any that came in contact with the chains would turn into rotten wood at the same time.

That was the withered tree's Heart region, the withered tree's demise.

Not only that, other than the bloodless sword, even the Black Wind Blade had turned to dust in an instant.

Wu Feng's body leaned back, and in that instant, the Bloodless Sword Art rained down on Deadwood like a torrential rain.

The dead tree was as still as a mountain, the buddhist beads in its hand were already placed in front of it, and a terrifying devouring force appeared in the air, completely absorbing the dense Bloodless Sword shadows.

Ten Thousand Demonic Hells!

Wu Feng bellowed, the four grounds around him were like a roaring dragon, constantly pushing up the soil, rushing forward like a bolt of lightning towards the withered tree.

Deadwood's expression did not change. Withered trees circled around his body, continuously colliding with the chains and erupting with shocking shockwaves.

Wu Feng landed right in front of the dead tree. The moment he stretched his hand out, the Yin Yang Soul Star kept charging toward the dead tree.

In that instant, Wu Feng made another mistake with both his hands, and a gigantic Yin Yang Soul Star appeared. The black line in the center shattered the space, and once again enveloped the withered tree.

Deadwood's eyes narrowed. He finally began to feel fear.

"Bam!"

The Yin Yang Soul Star crushed the dead tree's body.

But right after, Wu Feng turned to look in another direction, where the dead tree had appeared again. The place where it had shattered, was left with only wood splinters.

"Benefactor is indeed not something an ordinary person can compare with."

The sound of the dead wood was loud like a bell. A towering tree appeared behind him. It was also a withered and dead tree, but there were a few green buds on its withered trunk.

"Winning or losing in a single strike, is that possible?!"

"If I am lucky enough to win by a sliver, please leave, Benefactor."

"Come!"

Wu Feng roared, and the Black Wind Blade appeared once again. In the instant it collided with the bloodless sword, the blade intent and sword intent instantly fused together.

"Boom!"

Wu Feng waved his blade, the blade image turned into a dragon, roaring in the air and striking the dead tree.

"Deadwood, follow your heart."

Deadwood's entire being was like a withered big tree, and the towering big tree behind him was even faster in colliding with Wu Feng.

The dragon shadow shattered the towering tree as it charged towards the dried up tree.

Deadwood moved to the side and punched the dragon's shadow.

This was an earth-shattering attack, and its power and might could captivate a person's soul.

Wu Feng flew back a distance as blood continuously dripped from the corner of his mouth. On the other hand, Deadwood was still standing in his original position with blood flowing out of his mouth and nose.

Ku Mu's right arm drooped weakly, blood constantly dripping onto the ground, causing blood to splash out. However, his eyes were looking at Wu Feng, "You retreated, this humble monk has a slight advantage."

Wu Feng's hands trembled, and the Black Wind Blade and the bloodless sword slowly descended behind him. Bound by the chains, he coldly asked: "What exactly are you doing this for?"

If it was a battle to the death, he, Wu Feng, would have the strength to kill Deadwood but the price to pay would be huge.

"A future."

"This humble monk has done all of this for the sake of a future."

Wu Feng sneered: "You actually believe in me, an outsider?"

Deadwood shook his head and said, "It's not that I don't want to believe you, but I have already said that you should go to the grave if you are going to suffer. There are not many things in your life that can make you happy. When fighting with you, I have seen too many things from your eyes. "

"In the face of such a powerful evil force, you can still maintain a trace of kindness. All of this is enough to prove that you will do those impossible things."

With these words, Deadwood continued, "Your dao is in line with my path of cultivation."

Form pain, body pain, heart pain!

The pain was a blessing.

Wu Feng's eyes became darker and darker. He had ruined his appearance, it was akin to suffering, cutting off his own arm, digging out his own tongue, this was akin to his own body suffering, everyone leaving his side, this was akin to suffering!

"You are not an ascetic, but you have experienced everything that the ascetic should have."

The dead tree spoke again, "There are tens of thousands of paths that lead back to the same place. You are not a Buddha, but a Buddha. Buddha is everyone in the world, only privatized by some autocrats. "

The elephant was invisible, and the Buddha had no specific form.

There is good and evil in man, and there is good and evil in Buddha. It is unwise to overthrow everything in the way of the Buddha.

This was everything that Deadwood had told Wu Feng.

"As a Buddha, you believe in me? You truly make me feel that it's laughable."

Even though Wu Feng understood these principles, he still could not completely believe it.

Deadwood smiled and said, "It is only natural that you do not believe in me. Then you should understand that regardless of whether it is demon, human or demon, there are always different people in this world. Maybe some people have met evil people their entire lives, but you can't be certain that all the humanity in the world is the same because of what happened to them, can you? "

"All that I have experienced is the confirmation of one of the world's truths, but it cannot represent all of it. "To spread false rumors, to spread rumors and to believe in rumors, is undesirable, to commit petty acts."

Wu Feng said coldly: "I will come again."

"At that time, I will be waiting for you here."

"Continue to stop me?"

Wu Feng raised his head, his eyes gloomy. "Today, if you don't fight to the death with me, in the future, you will definitely regret it."

Deadwood shook his head. "At that time, I was just waiting for you." The enemy or friend, will also depend on you. "

Wu Feng looked deeply at Deadwood, "Very good, see you in the future!"

Deadwood placed one palm in front of his body and slightly bowed, "Amitabha, great."

Wu Feng left. He had to return to the center of the place, with the dead tree here, as long as another half Buddha came, he would not be able to fight anymore.

"Understanding the nature of a person's heart, understanding the principles of a person's mind."

Deadwood muttered to himself as he watched Wu Feng's figure disappear into the sky.

"As long as there is a trace of good intentions, the spiritual altar will not be destroyed. There is still hope."

"When I return in the future, I will indeed be waiting for you here."

Withered Wood's eyes drooped down, and his body produced a clear cracking sound. In that instant, his body constantly changed, his two legs had already turned into tree roots.

"The vicious aura is really too strong."

The dried up tree let out a light sigh, and evil Qi continued to rush out of his body. In the blink of an eye, his entire body was shattered into pieces, transforming into an enormous dried up tree.

Green buds bloomed on the dead tree, bringing with them a wave of life.

Unfortunately, he was unable to heal his injuries, and he transformed into a withered tree that stood between heaven and earth.

If they did not fight personally, they would never know how strong the Evil Qi on Wu Feng's body was. And at their level, as long as they did not get rid of it in time, they could still threaten their lives. Deadwood was very clear that after he forcefully took Wu Feng's first strike, he was already destined to lose.

The wind blew, the dead branches swayed, and the fresh green buds seemed to symbolize the continuation of life.