Back Off, Let Me Come

Gong Xiqiu was completely speechless.

In other words, he could no longer think at this moment.

Wei Cheng raised the Bone Hammer towards Jimo Qiu, mysterious and familiar formation lines unfolded in the air, and the beam of light quickly hit Jimo Qiu's position. He dodged to avoid it, and as soon as he landed, he saw a pair of hands coming out of the center of the light beam, tearing open the hole on both sides with force.

A strange head poked out of the mouth.

I say weird because I have never seen such a person before!

The exposed skin is clearly a layer of tree bark, and the skin color is a strange tan color. The green moss is the eyebrows, the branches and leaves are the hair, and the tree trunk is the body. When it stepped out of the light pillar, everyone could see clearly that it was eight feet tall, and they all took a breath.

Gong Xiqiu's eyes were splitting, and he struggled fiercely to break free. Because the movement range was too large, the chains on the shackles were thrown away and the bells jingled: "How dare you disturb our ancestors!"

He didn't suppress his voice, and many people heard it.

Look at Gong Xiqiu and then at the tree man.

It seems to be measuring whether the two are of the same race.

Although it was incredible, Gong Xiqiu did not lie. After the death of the Gongxi clan, the body will be handed over to the high priest for a special cremation. The ashes will be turned into a plant seed, and the soul will be appeased. When Gong Xiqiu was young, he saw them moving graves.

At that time, the group of ancestors in the ancestral tomb suddenly withered collectively. The old priest made a special trip to ask what was going on. The ancestors said that the lighting time in the original place was too short and they could not see the sunrise. As a last resort, the old priest had no choice but to re-select a geomantic treasure land that met the conditions and perform the ceremony. The ancestors collectively uprooted their roots and moved to a new grave, where they met Qi Yuanliang.

Tang Guo led his troops to sneak attack the tribe's land and set fire to it. The old priest was seriously injured and died. No one could communicate with the ancestors in their ancestral graves. Gong Xiqiu didn't know whether they were dead or not. Since he recognized his brother, the two brothers had no chance to go back and take inventory, and the matter was delayed again and again.

I never expected to see "people" suspected of being ancestors on the battlefield.

Gong Xiqiu's spleen and lungs were about to explode with anger.

The extreme anger drove the elixir palace to fluctuate violently, and the martial energy in the limbs and bones... ah no, the literary energy surged, like a volcanic eruption that had been suppressed to the critical point, breaking open the confinement! He abruptly used his gentle style to shatter the shackles imposed by Jimo Qiu!

Carrying a wooden stick, ready to join in at any time.

Wei Cheng stood on Shuren's shoulders and wanted to use his magic.

But, this time it didn't work.

Jimo Qiu was silent and approached in an instant. He swung the red tassel spear in his hand, and the scarlet arc was like a red dragon circling around him. As the tip of the spear thrust out, the dragon shadow followed the spear shadow and blasted towards Wei City with the force of breaking bamboo.

Wei Cheng only used the handle of the Guduo hammer to stop him.

Accompanied by the air waves erupted from the huge collision and the explosive sound that hit the air, Jimo Qiu's figure was not only not repulsed, but instead stepped forward and stepped on the wind to face him. The sky full of red gun shadows erupted on the tree man's shoulders, piercing the air and bringing up sonic booms that could shatter a person's internal organs. Jimo Qiu calmly blocked Wei Cheng's retreat, staring at the latter's chest.

There is a question that bothers Gong Xiqiu and also bothers him.

The power of the High Priest stems from belief in God.

As long as the faith disappears, the divine power gained will be gone.

Even if Wei Cheng forcibly fused the high priest by swallowing him, how could he, who had never believed in God, use his divine power to perform the high priest's magic? Not to mention using the vitality of the earth to enlighten the trees with divine power and give them short-term spiritual consciousness.

Yes, this tree man is not an ancestor of the Gongxi clan.

It's just a tree enlightened by Weicheng. It's similar to the soldiers that brave warriors use their martial energy to create. The high priest can also use his divine power to simulate spiritual consciousness, changing the plant from a fixed "dead thing" to a "living thing" , and then create a force of considerable combat power.

This method is not too difficult. If Uncle Lin is too busy, Jimo Qiu will get a few to help him share the trivial chores.

"you are still alive?"

Although this was a question, he used a statement with a firm tone, but as soon as he asked it, he was forced to retreat by the bone hammer coming towards him.

At the same time, hundreds of barbed vines shot out from under Jimo Qiu's feet. The vines were densely intertwined, like floods coming from a bursting embankment, and like countless gorgeous poisonous snakes swallowing snake messages and twisting their bodies, chasing after him. Jimo Qiu swiped his spear, and the sticky red light arc turned into red and white flames with a pop, and it hit him without hesitation!

The red and white flames were faster than pouring fire oil.

The terrifying high temperature caused significant distortion in the air passing by.

The vanguard of the vines was just a little bit contaminated, and the fire spread like crazy. Before they could even restrain their swooping momentum, they were completely devoured by the ruthless fire. This flame didn't know how to stop it before it was ready. Not only did it burn the vines, but it also tried to extend the fire along the vines to the tree man, but unfortunately it failed.

Wei Cheng raised his hand and waved his palm seal.

The giant palm shadow easily crushed the flame.

Little sparks leaked out from the transparent fingers, fell to the ground and let out a final cry, then returned to silence! In terms of combat experience, ten Jimo Qiu bundles together are not as good as one Weicheng.

No matter how Jimo Qiu attacked, he could always deflect the spear point that stabbed his chest just right, and at the same time launched a more cunning and vicious counterattack, forcing Jimo Qiu to defend himself.

"you are still alive!"

Jimo Qiu's voice became more severe.

"answer me!"

The skull under Wei Cheng's helmet sneered jokingly.

He knew very well that Jimo Qiu's three words were not directed at himself, but at the owner of the face on his chest.

But what's the use?

All in vain!

Wei Cheng performed a flexible trick with the Gu Duo Hammer. The hammer head moved like an arm, and under his control, at a tricky angle, it twisted like a snake and climbed up the body of the Hongying Gun, speeding towards Jimo Qiu's face. The speed is so fast that you can't even see the afterimage!

All you can see is the dazzling sparks emitted by the friction between gold and iron.

boom--

Before the hammer arrived, the compressed air bomb had already hit the target.

Jimo Qiu couldn't let go, and his body flew out like a kite with its string broken. Even though he tried hard to adjust his center of gravity and use the tree body under his feet to slow down on the battlefield, Wei Cheng unexpectedly moved faster. In the blink of an eye, he stood up again, swinging the bone hammer, and this time the target was not Jimo Qiu's visor, but his helmet: "Send your life!"

boom--

There was another explosion.

The huge force left a terrible dent on the tree man's body.

Half of the shoulder was shattered into pieces.

Sawdust and skin were flying all over the sky, smoke and dust were swirling, and the air was mixed with the faint smell of blood. Wei Cheng looked at the large crater on the tree man's torso, and there was a splash of blood in the wooden crater. Smelling this crisp blood smell, the flames in the pupils trembled and beat violently, and even the soul was trembling and celebrating this rare delicious food!

"Huh?"

I didn't see the expected headless corpse with its head smashed.

Wei Cheng stood up straight, grabbed the handle of the hammer and raised his head.

Jimoqiu's chest was rising and falling rapidly, as he was supposed to have died without a complete body.

The mask shattered and pieces fell off, revealing a handsome face that was mostly soaked in blood. Blood trickled down from his forehead and eyebrow arch, and it was difficult to even open his right eye.

Wei Cheng put the hammer head under his nose and sniffed lightly, as if he was absorbing the clear breath that could soothe his soul. However, the flames only calmed down for a moment and began to beat violently. The emotion called greed was almost materialized.

"Your skills are indeed much better than hers."

The high priests of the Gongxi clan are not good at close combat.

Although there are many tricks, it is easy to be killed alone.

The Jimoqiu in front of him was so young, performed so well, and could go back and forth in his hands for so many times, which really exceeded expectations. However, that’s the limit—can’t ants and slightly stronger ants be trampled to death at will?

Jimo Qiu roughly wiped the blood from his face with his free hand.

He shouted sharply: "She's still alive!"

Wei Cheng put Gu Duo Hammer on his shoulder.

It was a rare answer, but Jimo Qiu was directed at him: "Yes, I am still alive, but it is more painful than death."

Wei Cheng lowered his voice when he said this.

It was like a hell ghost whispering in his ears. When the cold tone reached his ears, a viciousness poured into his neck. This is a disgusting existence from all aspects: "High Priest, I advise you to stop struggling. Going to death in peace will save you a little pain. Don't think that you can trick someone into giving you [Enlightenment]. You can compete with me in one leap."

When Wei Cheng saw Jimo Qiu, he knew he was an old friend.

With that guy's little brain, he was probably tricked.

However, Wei Cheng didn't have much friendship among colleagues and didn't react to this. To say that there is, is to curse in secret for being in the way. If it hadn't been for that guy's [Enlightenment] that greatly increased Jimo Qiu's strength, even if his strength was not at the peak, he would still be able to hit one with a few hammers, instead of chasing after dozens of moves without getting the high-quality ingredients. Alas, his pot is almost boiling dry.

Jimo Qiu raised his blood-stained hand, relaxed his fingers, and turned his palm downward. The blood dripped down his fingers, splashing drop by drop. The young man opened his uninjured eye and said, "I said, you shouldn't use your ancestors to measure my strength."

The voice was several degrees cooler than before.

The voice is closer to that of an adult man than that of a boy.

Wei Cheng sneered, and the face on his chest seemed to be sighing.

However, Wei Cheng stopped laughing the next second. Not only was he unable to laugh, but Wu Zhaode, who was watching the battle with satisfaction, was also shocked and speechless. If anyone can remain calm and composed, it is the sacrifice of the Eternal Life Sect! It seemed like he had it all under control.

Behind Jimo Qiu, countless vine buds broke out from the tree man's body, and they swelled crazily as soon as they touched the air, like a group of piranhas smelling the smell of blood, madly killing towards the target.

During the whole process, Jimo Qiu remained motionless.

He still kept raising his hand.

He doesn't need to move either!

Countless vines split from it like splitting tides, bypassing Jimo Qiu in a tacit understanding, and all rushed towards Wei City. Even the tree man initiated by Wei Cheng opened his eyes at this moment, revealing six pairs of scarlet beast pupils! Twelve lines of red fire were sprayed simultaneously.

puff--

puff--

puff--

Shen Tang keenly felt the ground shaking under his feet.

This kind of amplitude is not like an earth dragon turning over, but like something huge is hitting the ground, trying to break out of the earth!

Sure enough, subsequent developments confirmed her guess.

Strange vegetative figures rise from the ground.

They were huge in size and arbitrarily took away the only sunlight in this world. They all turned around and surrounded the original tree people. Jimo Qiu's military armor also changed accordingly. At some point, a small half-section cloak with the high priest's dark pattern appeared on his shoulders.

The cloak is more like a decoration.

Below, Gong Xiqiu was doubting his life, and even forgot to worry about Jimo Qiu - he remembered that the wooden stick was an important medium for the high priest to communicate with the gods, and it was also an important tool for performing magic. If there is no wooden staff, the effect of the sacrifice to the gods will be greatly reduced for those with stronger divine power, and those with weaker divine power will be virtually useless. And the eldest brother has his divine power banned at the moment, so normally he cannot use any magic.

If we can’t use them, what’s going on with these trees?

Gong Xiqiu could find it, and Wei Cheng would naturally understand it too.

"How could this be?"

Wei Cheng didn't pay attention to the vines at all. The strongest tree man summoned by Jimo Qiu was only a third-level hairpin. The handle of the bone hammer in his hand stretched in the wind. When his strength reaches his level, he has long given up on flashy tricks. With just one move, he can break through all obstacles in front of him with overwhelming force. The aftermath exploded with him as the center, and the heads of several giant tree men were blown to pieces.

"You shouldn't have any divine power in your body."

"My blood is divine power."

The teacher said that he was born under the blessing of the gods.

Before his wisdom aperture opened, Jimo Qiu could not understand the meaning of this sentence. Only later did he realize the deeper meaning - his bones and blood were originally made up of the purest divine power! In terms of divine power alone, he is probably the strongest in history, but his teacher also forbids him from using it.

[Because these divine powers are water without a source and origin. They can be used by you, but they do not belong to you. Use a little less, a little less, or use too much, and you may risk your life. 】

Jimo Qiu didn’t understand: [Don’t belong to me? Who does that belong to? 】

The teacher chuckled: [Perhaps it is a gift from a previous life. 】

This is the only explanation that makes sense.

Jimo Can and his wife were both mortal bodies. How could they give birth to a monster that relied on mortal bodies but whose internal organs were all composed of divine power? This child was blessed by God from birth.

After Jimo Qiu's wisdom aperture was opened, he recalled the content of the master's and apprentice's words and stopped abusing this magical power. It was not because he was afraid of death, but simply because it did not belong to him. At least, not to who I am today. In terms of the piety of his faith and the purity of his divine power, he firmly believed that he would not lose to that "self". I never thought that this principle would be broken by myself so quickly.

The flames in Wei Cheng's eyes seemed to have unexpected emotions.

This emotion passed quickly.

The ingredients were of such high quality that he felt like a treasure.

"Your blood is divine power?" Wei Cheng rarely felt hungry and thirsty. If he still had a tongue, he would definitely lick his dry lips at this moment to suppress his manic and savage desire. "I can't imagine washing you clean and stuffing it into my body." How delicious it will be when cooked in a pot!”

"Bring it here!"

Wei Cheng completely lost control and laughed wildly.

Hundreds of shrill voices of men and women overlapped.

"They" were talking all over the place, and their voices were indistinct.

You can vaguely hear words such as "tear him apart", "revenge", and "drain his blood". Wei Cheng ignored it and completely relaxed the restrictions. Ominous black mist erupted from his body, covering most of the battlefield in an instant, completely blocking the sunlight above his head.

One hammer shattered the sky.

The terrifying coercion came from top to bottom, and countless war horses prostrated.

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