The sword energy surged, and all the rainwater within three feet of the two people evaporated.

This vast sword energy surged out from Zhao Wujiang's body.

In order to prevent the ghosts and gods from evading or resisting, Zhao Wujiang imprisoned the opponent with his body.

At the same time, he could not avoid the vast sword energy.

The sword energy penetrated his body, and a bloody hole the size of a fist appeared on his body, with blood gurgling from the hole.

The ghost mist of ghosts and gods also dissipated, and the black robe was shattered. A big hole appeared behind him, and the broken organs and flesh that had been ravaged by the sword energy could be seen clearly.

The aura of ghosts and gods was rapidly depleting, and his throat made a hoarse sound that seemed to be choking. He looked at Zhao Wujiang in disbelief.

He couldn't believe that Zhao Wujiang would actually burst out with shocking power in an instant, fearless of death, and adopt a method that almost led to death together.

He and Zhao Wujiang fell backward one after another, falling heavily on the ruins of the wall. Blood and flesh flowed all over the ground, and the bloody smell condensed in the air.

He stretched out his hand, struggling to reach towards Mu Qianqian and the great master of the demon clan. He wanted to ask for help, he wanted to say, where are his teammates, please save them.

But neither Mu Qianqian nor the Great Lord of the Demon Clan just looked at him coldly, indifferent.

He finally fully understood why the Clay Bodhisattva used this poisonous trick to deal with Zhao Wujiang instead of encirclement and suppression.

Because Zhao Wujiang, as the top powerhouse who condenses the destiny of the world, before the world collapsed, his strength was completely on par with the others, or even worse.

If Zhao Wujiang tried his best, he would definitely drag someone into the water and never come back.

What's more, there are powerful men like the sword master Li Chunjun.

If they don't use poisonous tactics to get rid of Zhao Wujiang, they will inevitably suffer heavy losses.

At the same time, they cannot wait until the whole world collapses.

Because when the world comes to the end of destruction and begins to undergo drastic changes, they will not be able to hide the presence of outsiders no matter what, and they will be found by Zhao Wujiang.

And if they want to seize the world's destiny, they must face Zhao Wujiang.

As long as you face Zhao Wujiang, you will face Zhao Wujiang's trapped beast fighting to the death.

He also realized that he had been tricked by the Clay Bodhisattva. The one who died originally should have been the Clay Bodhisattva.

But Ni Bodhisattva asked him to threaten Zhao Wujiang. He seemed to be fighting with Li Chunjun, but in fact he was avoiding Zhao Wujiang's desperate attack.

It's no wonder that both the Wolf God and the Gu God chose to give in and did not force Zhao Wujiang too much.

And he himself thought he was sure of victory, but he didn't expect that because of the deaths of the common people, Zhao Wujiang was completely angered.

Now that his aura is constantly dissipating, he can actually survive as long as the Wolf God and the Gu God save him.

But he knows that if one person is missing, he will lose a share of the pie in the end, and the Wolf God and the others will not take action for him at all.

His eyes became more and more distracted, and infinite regret suddenly rose in his heart.

If I had known earlier, I would not have come to this secret world to search for the cornerstone of the immortal golden body and the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique.

If I had known it earlier, even if I couldn't find it, I wouldn't have coveted the fate of the world's collapse.

If he had known better, he should have been more compassionate and less aggressive.

But there are not so many things in the world that we know in advance, and there are not that many ifs.

He stared blankly at the sky, watching the Clay Bodhisattva and the Sword Master flying down from the sky, watching the heavy rain, the rain curtain like a coffin lid, drowning his body and soul.

Zhao Wujiang gasped for air.

He's not dead yet.

But he was not far from death.

He has run out of gas and is unable to face any powerful person such as the Clay Bodhisattva or the Gu God.

The pile of rocks where he lay was stained with blood.

He saw someone flying past in the heavy rain, a figure as red as the clouds.

He remembered that it was the high priest of the Prairie Jade Account Court, named Linlang, a girl with whom he had a close and in-depth discussion.

He saw Linlang crying so much that the pear blossoms were covered with rain, and she became more beautiful and pitiful in the heavy rain, and came to him.

He smiled, as gentle and kind as when they first met.

Linlang cried and laughed, trying her best to pour her cultivation into his body.
Chapter completed!