Chapter 789 My World Is Called Master
There is no harm if there is no comparison. If you don’t keep up, she and Mario may really fall behind. Think about Lola and Scarlett. One of them has a family as a backer and the other has a good mentor. What does she have?
Grai and Napier had just confirmed the direction in which Wang Zhong was chasing, and they were about to set off when suddenly, the sky in that direction suddenly became dark, and a thick cloud of yellow sand filled the sky towards this direction. The edge is rolling, sandstorm!
There is nothing more terrifying than this in the desert. Even an army of ants, or a human master, is still small in front of nature.
The strong wind blew over one step earlier than the sandstorm. The violent wind roared and swept the air, and the tall sand dunes moved howling under the violent strong wind.
In the distance, the people of the Kaqiertan tribe have already started to retreat and hide. No one knows the power of sandstorms better than them. It is not something that can be fought with courage, only dodge.
Gray's handsome face showed a struggling expression, but the yellow sand billowing like a sea of mist had already been swept in by the strong wind, drowning everyone's vision in an instant.
In the face of the mighty power of nature, human beings can only shy away.
"Retreat first, wait for the sandstorm to pass!"
Gray could only turn around and shouted for everyone to retreat towards Kaqiertan. Even if he insisted on looking for Wang Zhong, in this environment where he could only see yellow sand with his hands, he would just get lost with a poor sense of direction.
Soon, everyone retreated to the oasis, and the bullet-like sand bombarded the wall wantonly, making a bang bang bang sound.
But Gray's face changed. Although he didn't know what the sandstorm looked like, the power of this sandstorm was not right. The most important thing was that it contained the breath of soul power.
However, if human warriors want to borrow the power of heaven and earth, they must enter the stage of the soul of the sky... Could it be that Moyous has already entered the stage of the soul of the sky?
The faces of all the people present changed drastically, and Gong Yi was extremely regretful. If he had known about the intervention of a master of the Heavenly Soul Stage, he would have given up. Defeat the Heavenly Soul Warrior.
"Wang Zhong, nothing will happen!" Shermi suddenly shouted loudly, but anyone with a discerning eye could tell that she was the one who was most worried. In fact, even Grai was a little uncertain.
They underestimated their opponents. Although there are many masters in the Holy Land, this does not mean that the earth is really blank. On the contrary, some masters who do not want to be restrained are hidden on the earth. The Federation may be better. But in the Three Great Empires, such masters are by no means rare. The Holy Land can look down on the world, and they are obviously not worthy.
And now, it was Wang Zhong who faced this terrifying monster alone!
There were sandstorms on all sides, the strong wind swept the sand dunes, and the overwhelming yellow sand swirled in the air, and the sand turned into a thick smoke-like sand mist, blowing in all directions.
Wang Zhong stood on the edge of the sandstorm. It was miraculous that the surrounding area was ravaged by the sandstorm, but it was like the eye of a tornado. In this area, there was a piece of tranquility. In the case of the Elf King, they were trapped by the sandstorm, and under the protection of Salamanda, they were still safe for the time being.
Wang Zhong took a deep breath, turned around, and looked at the surrounding land. At this time, there were endless sand soldiers in the entire sandy field. Moyous disappeared, not only the man, but also his breath, his soul. Force reaction, also disappeared without a trace.
Rumble!
Hundreds of sand soldiers rushed towards Wang Zhong at the same time, these sand soldiers cooperated with each other, this is a well-coordinated and well-trained battle formation!
Wang Zhong released the golden roulette with both hands, and the cross wheel formed by the soul force kept sweeping the rushing sand soldiers. Rows of sand soldiers fell down, but more sand soldiers stood up, accompanied by Moyous' wild laughter , he is not in a hurry, it is interesting to torture such a prey to death, and it also prevents the other party from jumping over the wall in a hurry.
Any strongman from the holy land may have one or two ultimate moves. For the experienced Moyous, patience is a must. It took him a month to kill the soul of the sky, and the competition is who is more patient !
whoosh whoosh...
The sand spears all over the sky shot at Wang Zhong like raindrops under the insistence of soul power, and there was a feeling of thousands of spears piercing the heart.
The horror of the Fangyuan method is that the consumption of soul power is minimized, and at the same time, the consumption of mind is also the lowest during manipulation. Normal people simply cannot control such a large range and so many sand soldiers. This is equivalent to a clone, like Napier can only control one clone.
This is the gap in talent. Of course, Moyous must rely on the desert, which is his home field. Once he changes to other places, his image will be greatly reduced, so he will not go, and even stay away from the oasis to prevent What strange escape methods will the opponent have, but here, the sky is the world, and I am the only one!
Boom boom boom boom...
Wang Zhong's fist was as fast as the speed of light, attacking like lightning, without any resistance to escape, violent attack, accompanied by a roar, the power of the subwoofer shattered all the attacks.
Immediately after, the whole person rushed into the sand soldiers, his soul power was like a shield, and suddenly blocked a circle of punctures. Immediately, his body crashed into the formation of sand soldiers like lightning, his palms were like knives, his legs were like whips, and his elbows were like hammers. They are all the simplest and most direct killing moves. With one blow, these seemingly terrifying sand soldiers, like wax figures who have encountered a raging fire, will melt into a puddle of sand with a sudden softening.
In just a short while, these sand soldiers were swept away. They looked powerful, but they were just puppets. Wang Zhong was quite confident in his soul power and physical strength. When it reached a certain level, victory could not be achieved by relying on numbers.
It's just that there is no Moyous among the sand soldiers.
For Fang Yuanfa, it is just a title. Wang Zhong has seen records of this in the library of the Holy Land. Naturally, there are such people in the Holy Land. Basically, they will reach the level of devouring. This is why Wang Zhong keeps a low profile. , under normal circumstances, any dharma image will have weaknesses. Although Wang Zhong still doesn't know where his weaknesses are, he must be careful, and at the same time, he has too little information about his opponent.
It's just that I didn't expect that I could meet such an enemy in Tutankhamun, and the land around him was still the "Golden Desert" that resonated with the desert environment.
This is also where Moyous is low-key. No one knows his true power, or in other words, those who know have died in his golden desert. This is another reason why Moyous brought Wang Zhong here. a reason. After all, there are too many people in Kaqiertan, before he becomes the Heavenly Soul Stage, he doesn't want people to know this secret!
As long as he enters the Heavenly Soul stage, he will no longer have any opponents, no matter how strong the opponent is, he may even be the patron of the gods, but as long as he stands in the desert, he can't beat him, and he can easily flee thousands of miles away. The desert is his Invincible and invincible, the earth has deserts, and the dimensional world also has deserts. This is where Moyous' ambition lies!
"It's just a dying struggle. In front of the power of God, you can only prostrate yourself!"
Booming, the voice of Moyous resounded from all directions in the Golden Desert, not only the air was spreading his voice, the sand was vibrating, and even the underground was rumbling with thick echoes, as if hell was sounding the horn.
The endless sand soldiers kept swarming up, like a high-pressure faucet that couldn't be turned off, and Wang Zhong was once again surrounded by layers of sand soldiers.
However, among the endless sand soldiers, a sand soldier who looked exactly the same was looking coldly at Wang Zhong in the battlefield. Wang Zhong was about to make a move when he suddenly found that his body could not move.
His feet were caught by something, and at the same time, the sand covered Wang Zhong's body as quickly as if he was alive, and countless quicksands began to engulf him.
Moyous laughed coldly. This is childishness. Sand soldiers are just introductions. The power of manipulating sand has reached the extreme. His favorite thing is to make living mummies!
The sand desperately wanted to penetrate Wang Zhong's seven orifices. Although the soul power could seal it, it couldn't stop the countless sands from pressing up, which was extremely heavy.
Here he has countless ways to kill his opponents. I really don't know how these idiots in the Holy Land have the courage. He can even delay the existence of the Heavenly Soul Stage to death, and a mere Heroic Soul Stage dares to challenge him, kill this guy, and go back. Kill all oasis.
Moyous appeared in the desert, and Wang Zhong had already been sunk under the sand, mummified and buried alive.
Moyous spit, "With this level, it is also worthy of talking about power. I have seen all the old men you have met, and mastered all the old men you have never met."
"Huh?" Moyous suddenly realized that the stupid statue was still there, protecting the unconscious Hong Jie.
What's happening here?
Moyous frowned. Just as he was about to deal with this dharma creature, in his surroundings, in his golden desert, his country, and his domain of the gods, a monster that he could not control appeared. grit.
Very ordinary, very inconspicuous gravel.
However, Moyous' eyes were filled with astonishment. In the desert of his golden kingdom, how could there be sand that he could not control? Every grain of sand here is actually a part of his dharma image, a special state of control between the virtual and the real.
"My world is called Master."
Wang Zhong's voice was very soft, but it resounded clearly in the entire surrounding area.
The image is born from the heart, and the law follows the words! The rules of the master unfolded, and the grid of the heaven and earth chessboard spread in all directions. This soft sound became a thunder from the sky, getting louder and louder!
master... master... master...
The golden desert changed color, as if the sky was pressed down, and the sky and the earth were so close. In the air, dense electric lights tore apart cracks.
Black and white colors are covering the desert itself, and while occupying the space, new rules are spreading in erosion.
A sand dune rose alternately, and Wang Zhong appeared again. Not far away, Salamanda had already knelt on one knee, which was the source of power and prestige.
This is the power that truly belongs to God.
Moyous trembled all over. One second, he was still a high god, standing in the center of his divine kingdom, manipulating everything. The next second, starting from a small sand, he fell down.
Because at this moment, he could clearly feel how his surrounding world was covered, eroded, swallowed by Wang Zhong's world bit by bit, and then what was eaten was stripped away! His desert rules were smashed to pieces by the opponent's unfolding world rules, like an egg hitting a rock.
The law of the jungle and the survival of the fittest, when Fang Yuan's image meets Fang Yuan's image, it is definitely the cruelest competition in the hunting world.
The first is the confrontation of grades. If the high grades are against the low grades, they will be crushed directly, and there will be no chance of even competing. If the grades can compete, it will be a confrontation at other levels.
Obviously, Moyous was crushed, as humble as sand.
"That's impossible! How could you have such a world, your dharma?"
Moyous pointed at Wang Zhong. For the first time, he felt flustered!
Because, his pride, his self-confidence, his ambition, and the reason why he is the Scorpion King all stem from the Dharma world around him.
However, now, his greatest root was crushed to pieces in front of others!
"No, you are..."
Suddenly, Moyous' eyes widened, and his anger was covered by shock. In the world's confrontation, he was defeated, completely defeated, so he could "see" the essence of the world unfolded by Wang Zhong !
The essence of a place with a radius is to create a small world through special dharma images and fit with different environments!
However, Wang Zhong is not a model.
He is the master!
If it is said that Moyous felt that he was a god in his golden kingdom, then Wang Zhong was a god in the unfolded ruler world.
There is no need for any support at all, where Wang Zhong is, it is all the king's land!
"It seems that you really don't know anything about power." Wang Zhong said, his voice was still very soft, but when it reached Moyous' ears, it was thunderous, like a subwoofer Hit him on the head.
"No! In this world, it is impossible to have such a statue. There shouldn't be such a statue. How can Heaven tolerate you?"
Wang Zhong smiled, "Perhaps Tiandao dozed off."
Wang Zhong didn't make a move, and he didn't need to. His dharma image was depriving the other party's dharma image. This is the most fundamental confrontation. This kind of experience and taste is very wonderful, and it may be the greatest nourishment to his own dharma image.
Moyous rushed towards Wang Zhong crazily, all the soul power in his body condensed into a ball and wanted to desperately, but his territory was getting smaller and smaller until it disappeared completely.
Moyous, who was halfway through the rush, was shocked, and the whole person stood there motionless. The last rule of the Golden Desert was stripped off by the master just now. Power always requires a price. The stronger it is, when When it fails, the backlash is even greater.
boom!
A gust of wind rushed towards Moyous from all directions, and countless sands rushed into Moyous' body like crazy. With Moyous' screams in an instant, it completely became a part of the desert.
Born in the desert, buried in the desert, and his ambition.
Wang Zhong looked at it, and then let out a long breath, seemingly relaxed. Only the person involved knows the taste of confrontation, and this is a valuable experience.
This kind of square-circle confrontation, and the same type, is very dangerous. If you don't know your opponent, whoever moves first will be passive first.