The calm and flawless sphere suddenly rippled layers of ripples. The ripples were very strange. They were not planes like water waves on the lake, but spreading out from the inside of the mirror ball, just like the entire sphere expanding in the oscillation, but the mirror ball did not become larger.

Juefu, Mieyi, Meng Shi and others retreated one after another, and did not stop until a long distance, almost next to the fire curtain. The heroes around them were unable to attack them because of their self-sealed meridians. Although the suction and pulling power from the sphere had become much smaller, no one dared to take the risk of unsealing the meridians first.

"Everyone will untie the vein!" An Yu shouted: "The people of the Jingtian Divine Sect have retreated. No matter what Wuwang is preparing, the scale will be very large in the future, so we'd better all retreat!"

"Coward! Now I want to escape at the last minute? Hehe, this is the virtue of you Milai people!" Junsuke said sarcastically.

He Chongyang unsealed the meridian, approached He Chongguang and said a few words in a low voice, then signaled to An Yu, and then quickly retreated to the distance with Ryanguo and his group.

An Yu stopped saying anything, pulled up his erection and left far away.

"Oh..." Junjie looked at He Chongguang and was angry: "You are so inauthentic!" He waved his hand, greeted his left and right, and left. The fluctuations of Wuwang's aura were indeed scary.

"Woo--"

Suddenly, there was no warning that the wind was blowing, and the wind rose out of thin air and rushed towards the strange sphere, as if the sphere was a bottomless hole.

Junsuke left late and was almost blown out by the strong wind. With the help of the people next to him, he survived.

"I'll go to him..." Junsuke was about to start cursing, his eyes suddenly widened, and his eyes fell tightly on the strange ball. The ball seemed to have become transparent, and something was vaguely getting bigger and stronger inside, and the black became heavier and heavier. For some reason, he felt that the black thing came very quickly, just like it came from infinity, but it exuded a deadly aura.

"Master, go!" Qiao Zhe said anxiously.

The single flag didn't care about the magnanimity of the master and servant, so he grabbed Chunyou's belt and threw it out in the distance. Just the next second, the strong wind suddenly stopped, and people didn't realize what was going on. After a moment of tranquility, the stronger strong wind rose again, but it was the opposite.

The black shadow in the transparent sphere grew sharply and broke out instantly. With a "boom", a black sphere fell heavily to the ground, and the diameter of three meters was half of the ground! The huge vibration and shock wave spread around, and people who had no time to react were bounced up and fell to the east and west.

Wuwang's body shook and fell to the ground. He knelt on his knees and bowed, saying, "Wuwang! I have seen the Death Saint!"

An Yu's eyes slightly condensed, and then he noticed that there was a person sitting at the top of the black ball! The man was wearing black clothes and his face was dark and gray, as if his life was about to be long and his breath was gone. Even An Yu and Yuanyi could not sense it. This man seemed to be one with the black ball, and he was the Death Saint!

The Death Saint, ranked first among the Eight Saints of the Jingtian Divine Sect!

All the masters stood quietly and were better off being quiet than being able to move. The other party was not clear in identity, strength, and good at it. If you act rashly, you will definitely suffer the loss. Moreover, the most important thing is that the other party’s aura cannot be sensed.

There are two explanations for this situation. One is that the other party is a useless person, and his meridians are destroyed, and he is even worse than an ordinary person; the other is that the other party's cultivation has reached the realm of transformation and has reached the level of unity between man and nature. This level can no longer be called a human, but a god.

But seeing Wuwang, who was extremely powerful, kneeling down in front of the man, it was only the second explanation. Faced with the Gods at the level of unity of man and nature, these people have no chance of winning at all, and they are not even qualified to take action.

Seeing Wuwang's greeting, the Death Saint moved his arm, and after a long time, he struggled to support his body: "Cough! Cough cough!" He staggered a few steps, jumped, and landed on the ground, in front of Wuwang.

"Puff!" The Death Saint squirted out a mouthful of black blood and stood up with difficulty: "Cough... Cough cough! This body is no longer good, it almost collapsed when it comes. We must find another one..." He looked at Wuwang, "You are Wuwang? Haha, what a strong body, what a pity, I suffered a lot of damage when it came just now! Well, look for another one..."

Wuwang locked his eyebrows, and couldn't understand the words of the Death Saint. He was about to raise his head to ask, but his words were stuck in his throat. Because the other party's appearance was indeed a bit unusual.

Dark gray skin, dry hair, turbid and unsightly left eye, and cracked lips. If it weren't for the bright black right eye, it was still flashing, Wuwang would have thought that the corpse was standing in front of him!

Wuwang opened his mouth, but he wanted to speak but stopped. The Death Saint seemed to know what he was thinking and said, "You are thinking well. I am not the Death Saint, the Death Saint is this body!"

"Then...then you are..."

"What do you think?"

Wuwang's whole body trembled and fell down again and bowed: "See the leader!"

Juefu and others rushed over and saw Wuwang kneeling down, and they knelt down without any doubt: "See the leader!" But everyone was suspicious. Shouldn't the Death Saint come over? Why did they become the leader?

The leader of the Jingtian Divine Sect has always been a god dragon but a tail. Not to mention Wuwang, even the Eight Saints of the Divine Sect may not have seen it. The mystery of the leader is far more and more legendary than the mystery of the Jingtian Divine Sect. It is said that the leader is named Wu Mu, and his strength is boundless. The Eight Saints are all his disciples. The combined strength of the Eight Saints is less than one-tenth of the leader Wu Min. Although the rumors are a bit exaggerated, there is no doubt that Wu Min has the strength far above the Eight Saints.

The leader's left eyeball did not move, his right eyeball turned to one side, looking at Juefu, Zhaosui and others, black light flowed in his right eye, and black lines slowly exposed, like a small silk swim snake, gathering from half of his face to his right eye. At the same time, his body became more hunched, and his skin became more decayed, like dry old tree bark.

"His right eye is absorbing the energy of his body?" Meng guessed secretly.

"It's really worse than the next generation!" The leader's voice grew older: "Besides Wuwang, you can still live arriving, you don't even have the qualifications to become my body!"

Just after being looked at, Meng felt as if she had been completely seen through. The leader was an irresistible existence. Mie Yi even had two wars. If he hadn't been kneeling on the ground at this time, he would have been really scared.

The leader snorted coldly, raised his head slightly, and his body slowly floated up. When he was three feet above the ground, he said angrily: "What are you still standing there? Do you want me to do it yourself?"
Chapter completed!