Fighting in the midst of fog for 39 rounds

  Yang Jie saw the situation and also wanted to rush forward, but was caught by Wu Song with one hand. He whispered: "Chen Daizi is not dead yet!" Yang Jie immediately stopped in his tracks, watching as Zhang family brothers rushed up.

  Those seven people relied on the magic in their bodies, trampling through the water flowers to rush to the side of the Jiu Yang Divine Bell. Just as they were about to stretch out their hands to touch the large bell, a sudden clang was heard, followed by a deafening crash that left lingering echoes. The seven people were struck by the bell's sound, and in an instant, their vital energy surged up, their true energy scattered wildly, just like being rammed by a madly galloping wild bull, sending them flying in all directions, tumbling to the ground several meters away!

  At the same time, the onlookers were also blown away. These people had no cultivation and were shaken by the bell's sound until they vomited blood, one by one collapsing to the ground, holding their heads and wailing in grief.

  That small pond was stirred up by the bell, and the water suddenly flew all over the sky. The bell rang again, and the scattered water droplets were shattered into powder. A thick fog spread out from around the big bell, and in the blink of an eye, it enveloped the entire Bi Xie Alley!

  In the fog, you can't see your fingers when you stretch out your hand, and you can't see what's in front of you. Li Erniang and others quickly raised their magic instruments to protect themselves. Wu Song shouted: "Don't move!" These people were all old rivers and lakes, and they immediately stopped moving as soon as they heard the words.

  Wu Song stood up with his treasured sword, Huan Zhang, and listened carefully to the surrounding noise. Amidst the din, he heard a particularly heavy breathing sound, like the creaking of a wooden wind box.

  "Chen Daozi was seriously injured and couldn't even cover up his breathing!"

  Wu Song was overjoyed, took a deep breath, and the power of the Heavenly Injury Star surged through his body. His muscles bulged and burst forth with energy, and he shot forward like lightning, covering ten or more yards in an instant. His knife flashed to its peak, whipping up a whirlwind and unleashing a deafening thunderclap!

  However, this peak knife did not go down, Chen Xi's breathing suddenly disappeared, replaced by a powerful and oppressive atmosphere that filled the sky.

  That oppressive force poured down on Wu Song like a landslide, and in the fog, nothing could be seen in front of him, but Wu Song clearly felt that in front of him stood a giant who reached the sky and supported a golden giant bell tens of meters high with his hands, gazing at all living things with a sorrowful gaze.

  This overwhelming pressure washed over his soul, shocking, angering, saddening and frightening him. The immense force sought to shatter the defenses of his heart, taking a spirit that had never yielded and brutally cracking it open, giving birth to great terror, making him realize the awe-inspiring power of heaven, earth and the grand dao, forcing him to submit, to soften, to kneel on the ground and bow his head in surrender!

  Everyone present felt the oppressive aura and was immediately struck by a spiritual flaw, either shocked, angry, sad or frightened, bowing their heads in worship. Even Li Erniang and Tang Dian, who were practitioners of Qi, couldn't hold on for long and were completely overwhelmed by the pressure, kneeling on the ground.

  These people are all inferior, born with a sense of inferiority, facing the first door of the Central Plains, they only raised a hint of resistance and were crushed by the advantage of innate superiority.

  Wu Song was also oppressed by the mighty power of the heavenly way, unable to move, but since he didn't even kneel before the emperor, how could he possibly kneel before this fake heavenly way?

  The stronger the oppression, the stronger his spirit of resistance!

  The giant hidden in the fog seemed to be impatient, regardless of whether he was soft or not, raised the huge golden bell and smashed it towards Wu Song's forehead!

  That momentum, that aura, directly wants to shatter this unyielding soul that dares to defy the majesty of the great way of heaven and earth with a single blow!

  It was just a confrontation of prestige before, and what was lost was dignity. Now it is a confrontation of cultivation, and what is lost is life!

  Wu Song only felt his own inadequacy at this time, although he didn't lose his self-respect, but facing absolute martial power, his own strength couldn't form a positive proportion with his strong self-respect.

  That giant bell came crashing down like a small mountain, giving him an unbeatable feeling. However, the surrounding area was shrouded in thick fog, making it impossible to see where the bell was coming from. It was unavoidable and inescapable!

  At this moment, a vast and astonishing power suddenly surged out of his body, spreading throughout his entire being in an instant. Another powerful soul awakened, and behind him, a fierce beast's primordial spirit quietly rose up, coiling like a dragon and crouching like a tiger.

  That soul was proud and untamed, filled with a king-like arrogance. A massive amount of alien energy poured into Wu Song's body, instantly elevating his senses to the extreme. His ears could capture the soft sound of air flowing, his eyes could see through all illusions, and this thick fog couldn't form any obstacles in his sight, everything in the fog was crystal clear.

  Wu Song opened his eyes to look, in front of him there was no giant, only Chen Xizhen standing in front of him. The Taoist's mouth was constantly spewing out fresh blood, his handsome face twisted, holding a large bell and smashing it towards Wu Song's forehead!

  "So it was!"

  The two men shouted in unison, Wu Song's shout was to see through Chen Xijue's magic, knowing that he was already at the end of his strength. Chen Xijue, on the other hand, saw the demon's primordial spirit behind him, and all sorts of memories flooded his mind. He fell to where he was today, all because this demon broke the dragon pulse, and he couldn't help but clench his teeth in anger!

  "The Taoist has been looking for you for a long time!"

  The response was Wu Song's roar, the demonic beast's primordial spirit behind him, a tiger's howl that shook the mountain forest, causing the fog to churn and surge. From the outside, it seemed as if there was a huge monster about to emerge from the fog that stretched for over ten miles!

  Tang Duan and Zhang Jia brothers saw the green-skinned little ghosts behind them, let out a strange cry, and one by one jumped into the ground, escaping without a trace.

  A loud crash, a knife in the air, violently collided with each other, producing a muffled thunderous sound, the force rushed down, and the Chen family's old house was devastated again. Countless broken tiles and bricks were blown up by the strong wind, flying everywhere!

  The two men exchanged blows in an instant, the sound waves and air waves stirring up a mess around them. Wu Song grew more excited as he fought, it was the first time he had such great power, his muscles swelling with each struggle, his arms doubling in size in just a moment, thick veins and blood vessels bulging from under his skin like twisting earthworms, and when his arm moved, the muscles rolled beneath like a python. His already extremely tall body grew another two feet, resembling a giant!

  Chen Xizhen fought more and more astonishingly. To be honest, his martial arts skills were not his strong point, but his Taoist magic was the most powerful. Summoning wind and rain was nothing to him.

  Tamenosuke deliberately tried to get rid of him and set up fifty barrels of gunpowder, which exploded with a loud noise, shaking the sky and earth.

  Chen Xizhen was forced to put all his cultivation into maintaining the Jiuyang Divine Bell, and also used the incomplete Wulei Duwen Great Method a few days ago, resulting in his cultivation not recovering. Now that he is heavily injured, he can only barely muster up some cultivation to control the Jiuyang Divine Bell, how could he possibly be a match for Wu Song?

  He saw the situation was not good, and immediately carried the big bell to leave, wanting to keep his useful body to get rid of the 108 demons. Wu Song caught up from behind, and the two clashed again. Chen Xizhen spat out a mouthful of blood, taking advantage of the foggy color to run wildly, but before running out of 100 meters, he was chased by Wu Song again, and they fought once more.

  Two men stopped and killed all the way, gradually leaving the capital city, only to see that the big fog shrouded more than half of the capital. Chen Xizhen's injuries became more and more serious, and he was forced to exhaust his cultivation and use magic to blast him to death. However, Wu Song stopped in his tracks and no longer chased after him.

  Chen Xizhen hastily retreated and fled in a hurry, feeling puzzled: "He has the upper hand at this moment, why did he stop instead?"

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