Chapter 677 The Snake Village Boy of the Past

The whole person and the ten thousand feet space he was in completely disappeared, without any resistance.

The whole place fell into dead silence.

After more than ten breaths, cheers rose and fell from the side of the Starfish Monster Clan.

They won, and won so easily!

They didn't expect that Yu Huang would be so strong, so strong that he could kill the opponent's core disciples in seconds, and the opponent couldn't even consume him. After a game, he was still in his prime.

Yu Huang has been in seclusion and has never made a move. Everyone only knows that he is strong, but no one knows how strong he is. Now, they finally see it.

If it weren't for the opponent's cultivation, Xu Hei would even doubt whether this person is a Divine Transformation cultivator who hides his breath.

On the other hand, the Shenzhou Star side is full of worries.

Zhou Yuelong is also a core disciple after all, but he was gone in the second move. The gap in strength is so big.

"Brother Qin, what if you go up?"

Wang Yimao walked to the side of Qin Hao and asked.

Qin Hao's mouth twitched, thinking that Wang Yimao was really talking too much nonsense. He said with a gloomy face: "I don't know, I have to try it to know. His moves must consume a lot of energy."

It was impossible for Qin Hao to admit defeat verbally. He would not let this dampen the morale of his own people and admit that he was not as skilled as others.

The score was tied at 2-2.

In the next round, the opponent still sent Yu Huang to the field.

Now it was Shenzhouxing's turn to be in trouble. They were asked to choose one person to fight, but who could beat Yu Huang?

Yu Huang was so strong that his opponent despaired.

"Who is willing to fight?" Xu Hei asked.

At this moment, there were hundreds of Yuanying cultivators on the field, but no one answered.

Zhou Yuelong's death was vivid in their minds. They asked themselves that they would not be much stronger than Zhou Yuelong, and going up might also be an ending.

No one took the initiative to fight, which was despairing.

Xu Hei was at a loss, just when he was about to call up the troops.

"Senior, I want to give it a try."

Suddenly, a middle-aged man who looked a little old came out. He was wearing a Taoist robe, with a big flag on his back, a peach wood Bagua sword on his waist, and a calm look in his eyes.

"Although I am not sure I can beat him, I can give him a lot of consumption and gain an advantage for the follow-up people." The middle-aged man in the Taoist robe said modestly.

This middle-aged man was Wang Ding, one of the casual cultivators recruited by Xu Hei.

Wang Ding grew up in the Snake Village and had a close relationship with Xu Hei. He was considered his fellow villager. Later, he followed Tianjizi to train and completely inherited his mantle. He was Tianjizi's direct disciple.

Don't look at him as an old man. He is actually only 150 years old.

"Just do your best." Xu Hei nodded.

Wang Ding said no more, walked to the opposite side of Yu Huang, slowly took down the flag behind him, and stuck it into the ground.

"Puff!"

Suddenly, a sharp halberd crossed Wang Ding's throat.

Unconsciously, Yu Huang's figure was already close at hand, holding a long halberd, maintaining an attacking posture, and stabbed into Wang Ding's throat.

Wang Ding's figure did not move at all, as if he was just an illusion.

"Why are you so anxious, fellow Daoist?"

Wang Ding casually inserted the flag into the ground and said, "Anxiety means confusion. Your state of mind is unstable, but are you trapped by external things?"

Yu Huang's eyes condensed, a twisted mark flashed between his eyebrows, and his palm pressed down suddenly. The space where Wang Ding was located collapsed instantly, and everything was swallowed up, cleanly.

However, Wang Ding still stood in the same place, casually took out another flag and inserted it in another position.

Everyone was stunned.

After being attacked twice in a row, Wang Ding was unscathed. It seemed that he was not affected. How did he do it?

"Is this an illusion?" Shi Lan narrowed his eyes.

"It's not an illusion, but an extremely sophisticated technique of transferring cause and effect." Gong Jiang looked shocked.

The transfer of cause and effect is a strange, distant, and horrifying term for the sea star demons.

As far as Gong Jiang knows, the Azure Sea Dragon King was deprived of his cause and effect of ascension and was suppressed for 350,000 years.

Originally, this kind of magic should have been lost long ago, but why did it appear again?

At this moment, Yu Huang on the battlefield also showed a look of surprise. He held a long spear and danced in the air, with the sharp edge strangling in all directions.

"No matter where you hide, you will die if you face this move!"

"Splitting the sky and killing wildly!"

The mark of the God of Space appeared at the center of Yu Huang's eyebrows. For a moment, the nearby space was cut apart, the earth was devastated and turned into a deep abyss, the ocean was divided into countless pieces, and this coastline had long been unrecognizable.

Xu He raised his hand and waved, blocking all the approaching attacks to avoid being affected.

After a whole incense stick of time, Wang Ding still stood there, casually planting flags, and had already planted eight flags.

"You are so impatient to attack, do you really want to win?"

"No! You just want to end it quickly and don't want to stay for long. There is something on this continent that makes you afraid."

"You are afraid, afraid that thing will appear!"

"The murderous intent you show, your rebelliousness, and all the crazy things you do are to cover up your fear!"

Wang Ding said casually while planting flags.

And this sounded like thunder to Yu Huang's ears. His eyes were red and he gritted his teeth and said, "What are you talking nonsense about? You are looking for death!"

He attacked Wang Ding again, using all his means, but no matter how he attacked, Wang Ding still stood there intact, even if he was pierced by the long halberd thousands of times, he was still intact.

It was as if there was no person there, but an illusion.

But no matter what attack Yu Huang took, whether it was a spiritual attack or a large-scale killing move to break the illusion array, it was completely ineffective.

"Yu Huang Daoyou, you are confused, you dare not look directly at yourself, dare not face your heart, am I right?" Wang Ding said again.

Yu Huang gasped, his eyes were red, and after hearing this, he fell into a moment of confusion, but soon recovered.

"Playing tricks!"

He simply stopped attacking, put away the long halberd, and stared at Wang Ding.

Wang Ding took out the last flag and stuck it in the ground. His face turned pale and he said, "The formation I set up is called the Guanxin Formation. If you can break it, I admit defeat!"

Wang Ding retreated a hundred feet and landed on the edge of the battlefield, ready to withdraw at any time.

Xu Hei was shocked by the calm Wang Ding and the confused Yu Huang who pretended to be angry.

"After a hundred years, Wang Ding has grown to this point."

At this moment, Xu Hei looked at Wang Ding not like Wang Ding, but like another person - Tianji Shangren.

Is this feeling of controlling the overall situation still the naive mountain village boy?

Not only is his appearance mature, but his mentality has also changed so drastically. What did Tianjizi teach him?

From beginning to end, Wang Ding never took the initiative to attack once, but his words, like a steel knife, pierced into the depths of Yu Huang's heart.

Language is sometimes more powerful than any magical power.

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