"Bang", "Bang", "Bang", "Bang"

Under the crushing force of the roller formed by the fusion of the laws of heaven, four slight sounds were heard in succession. Wuming's four remaining parts of the body and his soul were crushed into powder in an instant. He was allowed to resist desperately, but

Still in vain.

Outside the Immortal Protector Formation, everyone stared at this scene in a daze, their hearts filled with indescribable complexity and shock.

Wuming died?

People watched as Wuming closed his eyes unwillingly, and saw his soul explode unwillingly. It seemed like a scene that only appeared in a dream, but now it happened in front of people, which made people feel unbelievable.

That is nameless. How could a contemporary legend fall and go to the road of no return?

"Alas, the genius has come to an end and the legend has ended. Even Wuming was so miserable and unwilling when he fell. This practice is so damn ridiculous!"

It lasted for a long time, as if ten thousand years had passed, but people felt as if only a moment had passed. Some people couldn't help but cursed, and they didn't know what they were cursing. Could it be that they were cursing God?

Or are you scolding the fate that secretly controls everything?

People don't know about this, and they are not in the mood to ask at the moment. But the only thing people are sure of is that they also have an urge to curse in their hearts. They really want to scratch their necks and curse, he

Oh shit!

"It's sad that Wuming is such a talented genius. If it weren't for Yunge, he would definitely be the most dazzling being in this era and the one with the greatest chance of becoming an immortal. It's just a pity that he ended up like this in the end."

"Unfair fate!"

"Wu Ming actually fell. How is this possible?"

"With Wuming's death, the heaven he created may be in danger."

"That's not necessarily the case. With the Doomsday Ship here, Heaven will not be destroyed so easily!"

Outside the Immortal Protector Formation, people were talking in low voices, and everyone had expressions of disbelief on their faces. It was difficult to accept the fact that Wuming had died.

Wuming has always refreshed people's knowledge and opinions of him with his amazing achievements time and time again.

People think that he is a legend, a trendsetter and leader of today's era. The death of such a great hero is difficult to accept, not to mention those with lower cultivation levels than him, even seniors such as Ouyang Haotian and Daozu.

Even if it exists, I find it unbelievable.

"well……"

A long sigh, carrying the antiquity and vicissitudes of past and present times, as well as helpless sighs and depression.

Ouyang Haotian and others looked incomprehensible, and there was a touch of sadness in their eyes. It was unclear whether they were feeling the same or lamenting the unknown passing.

"Something's wrong. Why hasn't Yun Ge withdraw from the battlefield? He hasn't even treated his injuries?"

Suddenly, someone felt that something was wrong with Yunge on the battlefield, and the surprised voice instantly attracted everyone's attention to Yunge.

I saw that Yunge was covered in blood and his body was trembling slightly. He stared at the place where Wuming was killed, with a compelling light flashing in his eyes.

At this time, his body was covered with blood and scars, and he was still slightly stooped, but he still felt like an ancient magic mountain standing in the battlefield, giving people an unattainable feeling.

Moreover, his hair was covered with loose silk, which was extremely thick and covered with hot blood. It made people think that he was the Shura God of Killing who had just walked out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood. It was so heavy that people could not breathe.

At this time, he didn't say a word. He turned his back to most of the people outside the battlefield, and his rickety body was trembling slightly, as if he was trying his best to restrain something.

"roar……"

Finally, he couldn't control it any more, and an astonishing roar sounded from the battlefield, like the huge sound of stars exploding and the world being destroyed, frightening everyone.

At the same time, people were also questioning, wondering why he suddenly made such a startling and angry voice. Wuming even asked him to kill him, so what else was there to be angry about.

"Wu Ming, you are kidding me!" Yun Ge suddenly looked into the void outside the battlefield, his eyes were cold and cold, like knives, making it difficult to look directly at him.

Seeing him like this, an unrealistic thought suddenly appeared in people's hearts. Could it be that Wuming is not dead yet?

Unable to help themselves, people also followed Yun Ge's gaze and looked at the void where he was looking.

"Buzz buzz..."

Under the gaze of everyone, circles of ripples appeared in the void, and a vague figure sitting cross-legged slowly emerged. The surroundings were densely covered with laws and full of Taoism, just like an immortal immortal.

Sitting in front of the epic poem, overlooking the cause and effect of all living things, the prosperity of the universe!

"It's actually Wuming!"

"Wu Ming is still alive, is he still alive?"

"If this is really Wu Ming, then who was killed by Yun Ge just now?"

When they saw clearly that the figure was the dead Wuming, everyone started talking loudly in disbelief. The look of shock on their faces was exactly the same as the look of shock when people saw him fall. They were both so hard to believe.

Unbelievable, hard to accept.

How could this be?

If the current Wuming is Wuming, then which Wuming was killed by Yun Ge just now, or is the Wuming killed by Yun Ge just now pretending to be someone else?

Everyone was confused and felt that things today would not be as simple as they seemed. No wonder Yun Ge refused to retreat from the battlefield after killing Wuming. No wonder he was so angry just now!

"I'm not playing tricks on you, you just showed up now, how can you blame me!" The nameless voice came, as majestic as thunder, reverberating violently under the starry sky.

"Was that your Taoist body just now?" Yun Ge stared at Wu Ming. Even though they were far apart, he still couldn't reduce the dark and cold light shining in his eyes.

"That's it. That's my Jiuhua clone, and it's my life," Wuming nodded, not completely denying it.

In the depths of the void, the nameless true body was still sitting quietly. He spoke calmly and gave affirmation. The surrounding Dao rhyme was lingering, and the whole figure seemed to have become a carrier of Dao. The body was looming, blurred and invisible.

True.

Wuming's affirmation shocked people, because everyone knew that he had not died and was still alive and well.

But isn't this too arrogant? Facing a formidable enemy like Yunge, he actually just dispatched his Jiuhua clone, while the original figure sat outside the battlefield, watching the battle as an outsider.

, what else could it be if it wasn’t arrogance?

For this reason, in just a short moment, everyone was stunned, and felt that Wuming's actions were simply heartbreaking.

He used a Taoist body to fight against Yunge. This was a blow to Yunge's wildness and domineering power. Even the saint must have been unable to bear such humiliation.

Sure enough, waves of low roars came out of Yun Ge's throat. He suppressed the emotional fluctuations rising in his heart. The sun and moon in his eyes were destroyed, and the stars were shattered. It became more and more terrifying, and he said: "Wu Ming, I don't care today.

Whether it’s your clone, your true self, or the relatives and friends around you, I will kill you!”
Chapter completed!