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A ripples broke out in the black light ball, and everyone's true energy was frozen again.

The human king fell with a smile.

The sword saint, Di Mian and Wu Qilin trembled slightly, as if they were saying something.

The last blow of the Human King before his death made Song Wushen change slightly and let out a muffled groan.

Song Wushen laughed unscrupulously and replied: "You can't kill me because you are not worthy!" "Then..., it's not..., it must!"

A cold voice seemed to rise from hell, and it was so cool.

Puff! A soft blue sword seemed to come through time and space, slowly but resolutely pierced the tip of the sword into Song Wushen's body!

The Sword Saint and others were hit by a huge surprise in an instant from the despair of despair.

Song Wushen smiled wildly without restraint, lowered his head and looked at the blue sword that pierced into the xiong chamber. He smiled, thinking it was an illusion. But he found that it was really a sword, it really pierced into his body.

Wang Ce stared coldly, and Song Wushen was in a daze and lost his mind, muttering to himself: "Impossible, impossible. How could you touch me? How could you?" "This is impossible!" Originally, Song Wushen's body seemed to be in two spaces with Wang Ce and the others.

It seems that only when the black ripples ripples ripples will they be in a space at the same time. The moment when the black ripples are radiating is also the only opportunity to contact the other person's body.

But the black ripples can confine the true essence. Therefore, even if this is an opportunity, no one can do it.

Song Wushen's shocked and angry roared in shock: "For more than four thousand years, no one can touch me, why can you! Why can you!" No one knows better than him that if someone could touch his body, he would have died long ago.

The reason why he was able to survive to this day was precisely because the plot of the ancient martial arts god made him imprisoned by the black light ball hidden in the "Cliff of the World".

It is precisely because the body is imprisoned, as if it has been frozen for four thousand years. This mysterious black light ball requires a source of power. This source of power is the true essence and essence either come from the outside or is drawn in a small amount from his body.

Every hundred years, the essence and true energy of a supreme martial emperor are needed as motivation. Any part that exceeds it can help him get out of trouble.

If it weren't for the countless martial emperors of all generations who have "contributed" true essence and essence through these four thousand years, even if he was the God of Martial Arts, he would have been absorbed into adults.

Over the years, there have never been many people who saw through his intentions, and there have never been many Emperor Wu who was burned with him. But no one has ever been able to leave alive, and no one has ever succeeded.

It's because no one can touch him.

No matter how a supreme martial emperor has great skills, he cannot beat people, it will be useless to say anything.

However, today, Wang Ce, who was like an ant in Song Wushen's heart, leisurely stabbed him with the Emperor Water Sword!

After accumulating four thousand years of self-confidence, the horn suddenly collapsed. Song Wushen roared in panic: "Impossible, you can't hurt me, no one can!" In so many years, Song Wushen smelled the smell of death for the first time, and a will storm bombarded Wang Ce in the craziest way: "Die for me!"

A silent collision between the storm of will and the heart.

No! Di Mian and others fell into joy and had no time to help. Wang Ce groaned and endured the terrifying attack of the God of Martial God alone. After a burst of bodàng in his heart, he slowly stabilized again.

The heart was calm and irresistible. Wang Ce, who had made the worst plan, was very surprised. With the feeling of the heart, this powerful will attack could be withstood more than five or six more times.

This is too unscientific. The hearts of all philosophers are at the same level as Emperor Wu and the martial god is at the same level as the saints.

Wang Ce keenly discovered. Di Mian also looked over, his eyes lit up, and surprise and hope surged: "What's wrong!" Most warriors and scholars of the Heart are never in contact with each other. Most of them don't understand the power of the Heart. Due to their past experiences, Di Mian has had a lot of contact with the scholars of the Heart, and is one of the few people who understand it.

The wise and philosopher can compete with the Martial Master, but cannot withstand the Wuzong. The grandmaster can compete with the Martial Master, but cannot withstand the Wuzong.

According to common sense, the minds of all philosophers are relatively good at martial gods, and they dare not say that they are like shoddy projects, but most of them can't stand it for a few times.

You said that before, Song Wushen showed mercy to him, Wang Ce, and perhaps had other purposes. But if Wang Ce hit him with one move, Song Wushen would never be ruthless unless he was thrust in his mind.

Unless the power of Song Wushen is not at all the peak state.

Di Huang shouted wildly: "Note, over the years, his power has deteriorated." The Sword Saint and Wu Qilin desperately attacked the Black Light Group. When they heard this, they were shocked and looked at Song Wushen's twitching face. Seeing this pale old face full of haze.

Song Wushen was shocked, his eyes filled with coldness: "Yes, my power has deteriorated a little. However, it is no problem to deal with you ants!"

"Five thousand years ago, if we hadn't defeated the gods, you wouldn't have been there. You were just a group of ignorant ants."

A thought attack, Wang Ce was in love with his heart, as if he was subjected to a violent impact, and was beaten back several steps, but he sneered: "Grateful? You are not qualified to say this, what are the three bullshit gods and the great heroes of shit, they are just self-interested guys." As you said, the gods are just high above and people are disgusting. You, a guy who is determined to be the immortal emperor, is the greatest disaster for us humans."

Not to mention the other person, the ordinary human emperor with a lifespan of more than 400 years has already made the warrior and Wang Ce unhappy.

The example of Yaoguangzong being summoned by Dalu is enough to show that under the rule of the Human Emperor, anyone was naturally trapped in a layer of shackles.

According to historical records, countless warriors rush to escape from the areas ruled by the Human Emperor, which has its roots.

A human emperor who is determined to live and die forever, a human emperor who is determined to rule all human beings forever. Wang Ce will never agree to that kind of person.

"Attack, attack it!"

The Sword Saint and Di Mian fought desperately to attack the Black Light Group. Wang Ce couldn't help but sneer and sneer: "What three martial gods are not as good as the gods."

Song Wushen was furious: "What did you say, boy, you don't understand at all, and you don't know what happened five thousand years ago. The gods thought they were arrogant and were guiding us. In fact, they were just a group of bastards. Don't forget that your ancestor was the martial god."

Wang Ce continued to sneer: "I don't know, but do you dare to tell me the truth? Do you dare to tell me how your cultivation comes from?"

"Do you dare to admit why you became a martial god? No martial god has been born in this past five thousand years. Why did you three martial gods be born before the gods war? Do you dare to tell me that this has nothing to do with the gods!"

"Do you dare!"

Wang Ce's last roar was like the sound of thunder, which shocked Song Wushen's face as if dead, evoking countless memories of the past.

Wang Ce roared: "Do you dare to say that the Cliff of the World is made by you? Do you dare to say that the Road to the Sky is made by you? Do you dare to say that the Martial God Scroll was made by you!"

Song Wushen opened his mouth without blood, but could not find any words to refute.

At this time, Wu Qilin roared: "Wang Ce!"

Wu Qilin thrust a sword and stabbed the black light ball, and made contact with it. The black ripples once again rippled. In a blink of an eye, Wu Qilin's face grew old quickly, and he roared at Wang Ce: "Let's move!"

His heart was imprisoned by black ripples, but Wang Ce strode forward and incited his true energy to stab Song Wushen with a sword.

The Emperor Water Sword penetrated into Song Wushen's heart, and no drop of blood flowed out. This not only imprisoned the true energy of the Martial God, but also imprisoned the body.

Wu Qilin looked back sadly, covered with wrinkles, looked at Wang Ce with silvery white hair, and opened his mouth to speak, but his vitality was absorbed by the black light ball at a fast speed. In the end, his mouth opened for a while, but he couldn't speak.

Wu Qilin smiled and old. With his heart frozen, he exploded his will in an instant and bombarded Song Wushen with the most powerful power. Song Wushen's face became even pale.

Wang Ce shed tears and murmured: "Uncle Wu, don't worry, I will take care of your descendants."

The light in Wu Qilin's eyes disappeared and passed away suddenly.

Song Wushen lowered his head and looked at his heart that was almost stolen, and was stunned as if he knew that he would definitely die.

A hysterical roar: "I die, I want you to be buried with you!"

He finally understood why Wang Ce could hurt him.

Heart-like appearance!

Every time the black ripples appear, they can imprison the true essence. However, Wang Ce has the mind blocked outside, and the mind is imprisoned, but the true essence is free.

"It's my turn." Di Mian smiled and strode forward, looking at the fierce attacks of Tan Fengyun.

Before the black ripples appeared again, Song Wushen frantically activated his willpower and kept bombarding Wang Ce: "I see how long your heart can last. Either you die or I die!"

No one expected that Wang Ce, who had the lowest cultivation level and at first glance, became the only one who could hurt the God of Martial God.

Cambrian was half crazy.

His heart was severely damaged by Wang Ce and almost suffocated. Even if he escaped, he would never live long. All hopes for four thousand years were destroyed, and his hatred for Wang Ce was so profound.

The heart was subjected to this terrifying will attack, and Wang Ce kept groaning. After a few more, the heart was broken and eventually collapsed.

Song Wushen burst into laughter: "Without this mental state, I see what you can use to resist!"

Before he finished speaking, Song Wushen's laughter suddenly stopped, and madness and despair appeared.

Wang Ce's heart disintegration, but in a blink of an eye, it was broken down into three hearts with completely different shapes.

What the hell is this? Why does a person have three feelings?

Not to mention the God of Song Wu, the Sword Saint, and Ji Qianbai and Jing La who had just arrived from outside were also in absolute shock.

"careful!"

Emperor Mian shouted wildly, hit the black light ball with one move, and ripples broke out again in an instant.

Wang Ce resisted his heart and stepped forward with a cold sword again. Taking advantage of the moment when he could attack Song Wushen's body, he stabbed into Song Wushen's neck and stabbed a hole of blood that was pierced on the spot.

Di Mian's face was the fastest aging, and his vitality was quickly lost, but he smiled with satisfaction and self-destructed his will to attack Song Wushen.

The mission of the four consecutive generations of Martial Emperors was finally completed in his generation. In front of him, his master re-telled this secret and treated him as the next generation of fire.

Finally, he did not let down his master and the efforts of the four generations of Martial Emperors.

At this time, I don’t know if the black light ball was full, and suddenly changed drastically. The surrounding space seemed to be fragmented, disintegrating silently.

Ji Qianbai and the Sword Saint looked at each other and turned shocked: "Oh no!"
Chapter completed!