Infinite Evolution

Chapter 1195 Overestimation and Underestimation!

The Tomb of Tarasha is extremely magnificent and has a very large area. Rather than a tomb, it is better to say that it is an extremely large underground city, and it is also an extremely solid underground city protected by powerful prohibitions.

So at this moment, although the battle between Chu Xun and the ten immortals was extremely fierce, it did not exceed the tolerance of the ancient tomb. Moreover, as the battle intensified, the ten immortals who had originally gathered together were gradually divided by Chu Xun and others, scattered throughout the ancient tomb, and fought on their own.

Among the ten immortals, the strongest Woodent was stopped by anger alone. Although Chu Xun did not fight against the strongest Woodent, he also stopped two immortals by himself. In addition, his Xuanwu, which also stopped an immortal, cooperated with Yang Ling, Zhang Xie, and Tian Yun to stop the other two immortals' thunder and lightning Dharma and other Dharma. It can be said that he alone almost restrained nearly half of the enemies.

The remaining five immortals, although not weak in strength, were blocked by the Seven Deadly Sins, Zhou Yulong, and the Black Demon, and the fight was extremely fierce.

Bang!

With a violent roar, Woodent and Anger collided fiercely like two black meteors, and then suddenly separated and stopped dozens of meters away from each other, looking at each other with solemn expressions.

At this moment, there was a crack on the black armor of Anger's right fist, as if it was cut by some kind of sharp blade. However, Woodent's situation was not much better. The black blade in his hand was already covered with fine cracks, like a crystal artwork hit by a hammer, and it could collapse completely at any time.

"This guy, his strength is really not weak!"

Looking at the long sword in his hand that was not full of cracks, Woodent's pupils shrank slightly, then he took a deep breath, clenched the long sword, and shouted coldly: "Dark Lord, Eternal Night King - Shadow Clone, appear!"

Buzz buzz buzz!

As Woodent's voice fell, a thick black light suddenly surged from his body. Under the shining of this thick black light, the shadow behind him gradually split, from one to nine, and slowly condensed into a solid body, turning into nine clones that were almost exactly the same as him.

And as soon as these clones appeared, they changed positions with his original body, as if teleporting, and finally suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the anger from all directions.

"Huh?"

Looking at these ten shadow clones that had no difference in appearance and breath, as if they were once the real clones of Azazel, the anger narrowed his eyes slightly, clenched his fists, and was ready to fight at any time.

"Darkness will eventually be driven out by light!"

However, before the anger could take action, a cold voice suddenly sounded from not far away. Then, ten brilliant platinum holy lights suddenly shot out from the place where the voice came from, and enveloped the ten Woodents at a very fast speed.

Chi chi chi!

The power of light is indeed the biggest nemesis of the power of darkness. Even though Greedy's cultivation is not as good as Woodent's at the moment, under the illumination of his powerful holy light, Woodent's shadow clones also began to dissolve and collapse like snow water under the scorching sun, and finally turned into dots of black light, which were completely expelled by these light pillars.

In the blink of an eye, Woodent's nine shadow clones were wiped out, leaving only his original body, and continued to rush towards Anger.

"Damn it!"

Because Woodent arrived late, he did not see the process of Greedy using the power of light to restrain the shadow power of the black-robed man before, and naturally did not know that there would be a strong enemy among these people who could restrain him in terms of strength.

When he found that his shadow clones were all destroyed, he had already rushed to Anger, and Anger also shouted and counterattacked him, swinging a heavy fist and hitting him.

Woodent knew that at this distance, even if he retreated immediately, it would be too late, and it would make him more passive. So when the angry fist came at him, his eyes suddenly condensed, and then he gritted his teeth, swung the black sword in his hand, and stabbed straight at the angry fist.

Bang!

Crack!

The next moment, accompanied by a violent roar, the angry fist was finally blocked by the long sword in Woodent's hand. But at the same time, the long sword finally couldn't support the terrible power of anger. While blocking the angry fist, it exploded and turned into countless crystal fragments, shooting towards the surroundings.

"Go!"

However, as the son of the speaker, Woodent's weapons were naturally not ordinary. Almost at the moment when the crystal sword was shattered by the angry punch, Woodent had already shouted, and then manipulated the broken crystals, like a sharp flying knife, and shot towards the anger at a very fast speed.

At the same time, Woodent's body burst out with a more intense black light, swung his right fist, and smashed towards the anger.

"The Fury of the Styx!"

Rage seemed to ignore the black crystal fragments that were shooting at him. The next moment, he suddenly shouted loudly, and then swung his right fist and smashed forward again.

As his right fist blasted out, the ground beneath him suddenly cracked and exploded, and endless dark red water of the Styx gushed out from the cracks, flowing along his fist and smashing forward together.

Boom boom boom boom!

Then, accompanied by a series of violent roars, the surging water of the Styx also swept heavily over the black crystals, smashing the black crystals into pieces, and at the same time, the fist of Angry also heavily slammed with the fist of Woodent.

Suddenly, in the agitation of a terrible energy turbulence, Angry and Woodent each retreated two steps, but the only difference was that Angry had a little more crack on his fist armor, while Woodent's right fist was torn apart by Angry, and even left deep scars that could be seen to the bone.

"Gather!"

Looking at the bloody scar on his right fist, Woodent's pupils shrank suddenly, and he deeply understood how stupid it was to fight with Angry.

So the next moment, he waved his right hand and shouted loudly.

As Woodente shouted, the black crystal fragments that were shattered by the water of the Styx seemed to be affected by some kind of power. They shot at a very fast speed, gathered in front of Woodente, and finally reorganized and turned into the intact black long sword again.

"Kill!"

The long sword recovered, Woodente shouted again, then clenched the long sword and continued to fight with anger.

He knew that if he didn't deal with anger, he would not have the chance to take the Horadrim's Staff from Tianyun, so instead of risking being attacked from behind by anger and forcibly shaking off anger to grab the staff, it would be better to try his best to delay or even kill this guy to create opportunities for others.

After all, there are still nine immortals besides him on their side. It is impossible that nine immortals can't take a staff from a group of god-level "trash" even if they join hands?

However, it turns out that Woodente not only overestimated the strength of his men, but also underestimated the combat effectiveness of Chu Xun and others.

"Shushan Sword Art - Sword of Three Talents!"

With a cold shout, Zhou Yulong, holding the sword of Longnukis, suddenly jumped up, and the man and the sword became one, and then turned into three, and turned into three golden sword shadows, and slashed at the burly man holding the giant axe in front of him from three directions.

"Damn it!"

This burly man had been killed several times in the previous battle. Although he used the power of faith to reshape his body and his combat power did not decrease, he only had two or three chances to be reborn. So when he saw Zhou Yulong turning into a sword and shooting at him, his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

Although his heart was full of fear and fear, the burly man knew very well that if he retreated rashly at this moment, he would not only be unable to retreat anywhere, but also might anger Woodent and cause greater trouble. So in desperation, he could only grit his teeth, shout, and then swing the giant axe in his hand to slash at the three golden swords transformed by Zhou Yulong.

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