Chapter 1497: The Attack on the Ancient Country Failed, Jin An's Thoughts

Until it was almost dark, Jinan and his men failed to capture the Wuwang Mansion.

Wuwang was too powerful. Taoist Zhanmu and his men repelled the four national gods of war and joined forces with Jinan, but they could not defeat Wuwang, who had the power to subdue the real dragon.

Wuwang just stood in Wuwang Mansion, and he had an invincible method that could turn the sky and the earth into rain.

Even if the martial arts immortals joined the battle and used all their magical powers, they could not defeat Wuwang.

Wuwang was like a mountain for flesh cultivators.

He created the past and the present.

He guided the direction of the flesh for those who came later.

The methods of later generations could not climb this majestic mountain.

Unless Jinan used the other 72 techniques, exposed his divine cultivation, and used all his divine weapons to fight with all his strength, he might be able to increase his chances of winning.

Although everyone is in the pseudo fourth realm, the blood of King Wu is so strong and powerful that it has become real. It is so magnificent that the masculine meaning in the blood can ignite the void. The gods cannot get close to him, and the masters of physical bodies can hardly cover him in front of King Wu.

If it weren't for Jin An dragging King Wu, perhaps some people would die in this attack on the inner city of Gu Nei. In the end, it was Jin An, who had the Swallowing Heaven Divine Art, who resisted most of King Wu's attacks and created a record of no deaths.

Elder Mo is not a person.

Because Elder Mo is dead, he can only be regarded as a lonely ghost.

The life and death of others is irrelevant to Jin An. He even hopes that more Tianzhu masters and Luosha masters will die. Jin An took the initiative to resist King Wu's unparalleled edge for his friends in Yujing Jinque.

"It's getting dark, withdraw from the inner city first!" Taoist Zhanmu reminded him when he saw that the attack had not been successful for a long time.

Everyone took a last look at King Wu's mansion, and reluctantly gave up continuing to besiege King Wu's mansion, and escaped from the city collectively.

After a day of hard fighting, everyone couldn't figure out why the immortals from the cave paradise were clearly killed in the space crack by Jin'an's Kunwu sword. It stands to reason that this marriage alliance was interrupted, but it still couldn't stop history from repeating itself.

"Damn it, what's the problem?"

"Does it mean that no matter who dies, it can't stop the marriage alliance between the ancient country's Wuwang Mansion and Xuanguang Cave Heaven?"

Everyone was flying away, shouting angrily, as no one in the Wuwang Mansion could understand.

"It seems that not enough people died this time. Old Marquis, did the ancestor of the Mo family mention how many daughters the Wuwang had in the will? We should kill all of the Wuwang's daughters!" The old and skinny Surya Messenger, wearing a golden sun crown, said the most vicious words.

Everyone present knew that Yujing Jinque must have seen the bloody will from Elder Mo. The Indians no longer covered up and directly broke the last window paper and got straight to the point.

As the divine envoy Surya spoke, he glanced at the Wuwang Mansion behind him with an angry look. It is said that one's appearance is determined by one's heart. I wonder if the Wuwang saw that the Indians had evil intentions towards his family. The Wuwang gave up chasing and killing other people and suppressed the divine envoy Surya from a distance.

The Wuwang stood in the Wuwang Mansion and did not chase them out. He just stretched out his arm and slapped it from a distance. A strange phenomenon appeared in the sky. There was a terrible and shocking scene. Five blood-colored cracks like dazzling aurora appeared in the dark clouds above his head. Each blood-colored crack occupied a large area of ​​the void.

Looking closely, it seemed that the five dragon claws of a real dragon tore open the sky and wanted to bring down the punishment from heaven.

It seemed that the real dragon soared into the sky, and there were five real dragons cruising in the sky to chase and kill.

This breath was too terrible, overwhelming the world, extremely violent, and directly suppressed the soul of the Shinto master.

Even though he was besieged by so many pseudo-fourth-level strongest Shinto masters and martial arts immortal wheels, the Wuwang still had strong blood and energy, and his breath was long and thick, and his blood was like the ocean.

The more he fought, the more frightened he became. The King of Martial Arts was like the immortal sun, burning brightly and steaming the heaven and earth.

Jin An once again stood behind Taoist Zhan Mu and the others. The Kunwu Sword broke through the two blood lights that tore through the void. He was also repelled by the recoil force to the side of True Man Qing Xi, and the majestic King of Martial Arts aura on the blood light made his blood surge.

Fortunately, this external force was quickly refined by the Black Mountain Qi in his body and turned into his own nourishment.

"Can you still hold on?" The dragon chariot caught Jin An, and the sun goddess Xihe, who was sitting elegantly, sent out the concerned voice of True Man Qing Xi.

Jin An bowed: "Thank you True Man Qing Xi for your concern, it's okay."

The sun goddess Xihe, shrouded in divine light, nodded slightly.

At this time, the other three blood lights that tore through the void merged into one and attacked the Surya messenger among the Indians.

The Surya envoy, who was cursing fiercely and wanted to attack the women of King Wu and kill all the daughters of King Wu, was so frightened that his face changed the next moment, as if a big stone dragged him into the bottom of the lake.

Today, so many Shinto masters couldn't besiege King Wu alone, so how could he, a Shinto master, be King Wu's opponent now?

The blood light tore through the void, and the attack came very quickly. In the blink of an eye, it was above his head. The huge blood and qi unfolded like a picture of the sky, vast and unpredictable. There was a real dragon swimming in it, as if chasing the sun and the moon. The dragon's breath was violent, pressing the soul escape light of the Surya envoy down again and again.

The soul escape light dropped from a height of four or five hundred feet to a height of two or three hundred feet.

And it was still falling.

It was like carrying a heavy mountain on his back, and the mountain on his head was getting heavier and heavier.

At this moment, the old Surya envoy felt extremely uncomfortable in his thoughts, thinking, and soul. He felt as if every thought, every line of thinking, every inch of his soul was stuffed with a sun, heavy and painful, pressing his soul's escape light down another hundred feet.

Seeing that the Surya envoy was about to be left in the inner city by King Wu, the old marquis finally took action.

The old marquis frowned and raised his hand to strike out the hands of gods and demons, helping Divine Envoy Surya to take some of the pressure off. The rest was all up to Divine Envoy Suriya himself.

The hands of the gods and demons did not defeat King Wu's attack, but the delay gave Divine Envoy Surya a chance to breathe.

God Envoy Suriya had just recovered his mind and had just survived the desperate situation. Without thinking, he immediately threw out a few soul contract linen cloths with slave blood seals on them, and sacrificed one hundred thousand slave souls at a time in exchange for freeing himself from King Wu's pursuit. kill.

Boom!

A huge phantom appeared in the void, as if it were a god sitting on a divine throne, holding a sun staff. It was so powerful that it made people's souls throb, causing turbulence in the void.

This god is so huge that it seems to be immortal. Its golden light makes people feel like worshiping and taking refuge.

Sacrificing so many soul contracts at once summoned the phantom of the god king to be reflected into the small underworld. Surya Sun God, one of the three god kings, raised the golden scepter with the sun burning in his hand and struck across the void.

Boom!

This blow seemed to have the potential to break the cage of heaven and earth, making an earth-shattering loud noise, the void burned, blood rain poured down, and all kinds of strange celestial phenomena followed one after another.

Blood rain poured down, and the blood light that tore through the void was scattered, turning into a blood rain storm, dyeing the sky red.

When the weather was calm, it was already dark, and all the people in the ancient city had disappeared. The bustling scene a moment ago turned into an empty ghost town, leaving only endless emptiness and deathly silence.

Before dark, a group of the most powerful people in the pseudo-fourth realm in Yangjian successfully escaped from the inner city. Seeing that King Wu and all the people in the city had disappeared, everyone stopped and breathed a sigh of relief.

Today's scene of King Wu is like Jin'an, a martial arts immortal. In the past, he was chasing and killing Shinto masters of the same realm in the Guixu Divine Realm of the East China Sea. A group of Shouyuan Demons in Bulao Mountain and a group of Buddha Mothers in Wusheng Holy Land were chased and killed by him alone. You can go to heaven or earth, and there is nowhere to hide.

But today, Jin An and other Shinto masters were chased by King Wu.

Today, King Wu of the ancient country is more powerful and spiritual than Jin An in the Guixu Divine Realm of the East China Sea.

Just when everyone was still sighing and sighing at the power of King Wu, suppressing the past and present, the old marquis raised his dark and gloomy light and flew towards the outside of the giant city of the ancient country without saying a word.

"Hey, why is the old Marquis suddenly in such a hurry?" The remaining people asked Old Ling Wang, and even Old Ling Wang was confused.

"Did something unexpected happen at the gathering point outside the city?" Everyone set up the Soul Escape Light again and chased after the old Marquis.

At the gathering point outside the ancient city, Taoist Zhanmu and others had just lost their sight when they saw the old Marquis standing in front of the golden coffin that was torn apart and exploded, his expression as gloomy as a dark cloud, ready to burst out at any moment.

The other people in Tianshi Mansion stood aside in silence, not daring to breathe, their faces were pale, and the air was extremely depressing.

Dead silence!

The Tianshi Mansion is as quiet as death!

Especially the senior leader who took the lead was sweating constantly on his forehead and looking extremely nervous.

Even the other golden coffin has disappeared with its hemp rope, and the situation is not optimistic.

Taoist Zhanmu could tell at a glance that the only golden coffin contained the lower body of Elder Mo. The answer was self-evident. The one that exploded the coffin was the golden coffin that contained the skin of the ancestor of the corpse-carrying village.

The Grand Elder and Grand Master arrived at the meeting point in advance, and the withdrawal from the ancient city went smoothly without any accidents.

"What happened to the Tianshi Mansion? Why did the golden coffin explode?" Taoist Zhanmu pointed at the gloomy and ugly old master and asked the other Yujing Jinque elders who came to the meeting point in advance.

"The skin of the ancestor of the corpse-carrying village was robbed. I heard that even Po Junhou was robbed." The forthright and forthright Master Xuan Lei replied in a loud voice.

"Oh?" Taoist Zhanmu became interested. It's no wonder that during the siege of Prince Wu's Mansion, Marquis Pojun looked abnormal and looked back outside the city several times.

"How did you get robbed?"

Master Xuan Lei shook his head: "The Tianshi Mansion refused to say it. It seems that six strong men in the late stage of the third realm appeared at the same time and killed the soul distraction that Po Junhou left in the golden coffin. Kill him as soon as possible. He also robbed Po Junhou of a very important magic weapon."

Taoist Zhanmu said oh, and then said that it was no wonder that Po Junhou was so angry. Anyone could see that Taoist Zhanmu was more happy than sympathetic.

"The six saints and three realms started looting at the same time in the late stage. I don't know which force is so generous. Not to mention that Po Junhou left a soul to distract him. Even if Po Junhou's true body faced so many people besieging him, he might not be able to do it. The contents of the golden coffin can be preserved," Chi Yuan said.

The group fell into deep thought.

Everyone was reunited safely, which naturally required some caring greetings and joy. The joy of reunion here was in sharp contrast to the suffocation and depression before the storm in Tianshi Mansion.

"Uncle Master, Master Master, your trip went well. Did you solve the trouble in the ancient inner city?" the elders of Yujing Golden Tower asked impatiently.

"Taoist Master Jin'an, you are fighting fiercely in the ancient inner city. We can feel the pressure even outside the city. What happened in Prince Wu's Mansion after we left the city? Did everything go well at Prince Wu's Mansion? Did we successfully stop the Xuanguang Cave?" Even the great elder and great leader asked Jin An curiously.

Taoist Zhanmu shook his head with a gloomy expression and roughly told what happened in Prince Wu's Mansion. After hearing this, everyone looked sad and sighed.

"If stopping the Xuanguang Cave is useless, how can we get out of trouble? Will the Tianshi Mansion know more details?"

An elder of Yujing Jinque suggested going to Tianshi Mansion to ask, but when he looked back at the depressing atmosphere at Tianshi Mansion, he temporarily gave up the idea.

Wouldn't it be bad luck to go to Tianshi Mansion at this time? If he didn't get any information, he would be suspected of Yujing Jinque for intercepting and robbing the body of the ancestor of Beishi Village.

Six late-stage three-realm masters came together, which was definitely not an ordinary sect. It was not surprising that they suspected Yujing Jinque.

"Wait and see whether the reincarnation scene will reappear in the ancient country's giant city tomorrow." Taoist Zhanmu said. There was no clue at the moment, and there were constant troubles at Tianshi Mansion, so he could only wait.

"Then the body of the national teacher that we spent so much effort to rob is useless?" The elder of the Great Food Kingdom took out a golden magic lamp and rubbed it lightly with his palm.

The result is conceivable. After dark, the body of the national teacher disappeared and returned to the ancient country's giant city. If you want to see the body of the national teacher again, you can only wait for the morgue at the gate of the mansion tomorrow.

"It can trap the ancestors of the Mo family for hundreds of years. Today, I finally saw the power of the ancient curse."

"It stands to reason that the ancestors of the Mo family have been deducing for hundreds of years and are the closest to the truth. If even he predicts the truth incorrectly, where should we find clues again? Will we be trapped here for hundreds of years like the ancestors of the Mo family?"

"Don't talk about hundreds of years. In my opinion, everyone will go crazy in ten or twenty years."

For a time, the team's morale was low and confused about the future.

"Master Jin'an, are you worried?" Qingxi Zhenren rarely took the initiative to speak. She stood side by side with Jin'an and glanced at Jin'an.

Ah, this?

Jin'an, who was controlling the lead and mercury fetus deep underground, constantly refining the residual breath on the bronze crane mouth square pot magic weapon, and avoiding the search of the old marquis, did not expect that Qingxi Zhenren would suddenly talk to him. Even if he practiced the thousand heart tribulations and used dozens of things at the same time, he could not answer for a short time.

What thousand heart tribulations, what one heart can do dozens of things, what Shinto masters' thoughts are like springs, all of them are useless at this time.

"No." The last word was left in a dull answer.

"Oh." True Man Qingxi said nothing.

Jin An thought for a while and asked carefully: "True Man Qingxi, do you think I look like someone with something on my mind?"

True Man Qingxi didn't say anything, but just glanced at Jin An again, as if he didn't say anything and seemed to have said something, as if he was saying to give you a look to understand it yourself.

"True Man Qingxi, Little Taoist Jin An, what do you think?" Taoist Zhanmu smiled.