Alien Dust

Chapter 408: Closing the Door to Life
"Maybe you have overlooked one thing." Facing Leng Shu's shameless threats and provocations, Wu Hen smiled faintly, but his smile was cold and his eyes narrowed into the cunning of an old jungle hunter.

"The reason why I didn't join your boring War Song Alliance is not because I like to be alone, but because I can't practice what I preach."

"In fact, I want to kill you more than you do, especially when I saw you all taking out various treasures you carried with you in the camp that day!"

The road of cultivation is one of scarce resources, and one has to step on the corpses of other cultivators to move forward. It is impossible to achieve success quickly by practicing hard step by step as opposed to making a big profit. As long as one kills a cultivator, all the accumulation of this cultivator for decades will belong to him!

A blazing silver holy flame was already burning on Wu Hen's body. In this extremely disastrous environment, the aura of Xu Yuan in his body was completely refined away, and what remained in his body was the Zhen Yuan holy energy. Its flame was even more powerful, and even though he was only at the Holy Infant realm, he displayed a terrifying aura. For a moment, Wu Hen looked like an ancient silver-flame celestial beast, his figure inexplicably rising to the sky, and even the sky reflected Wu Hen's swaying holy shadow!
Leng Shu's face changed, and he realized that the boy in front of him had been hiding his strength.

He was about to use the holy talisman to kill Wu Hen, but Wu Hen took action before him.

Silver holy flames lingered on Wu Hen's fist. As Wu Hen took a big step forward, he punched towards Leng Shu's face with the Cang Xia fist!

The Cangxia mountains overlapped one after another, forming shocking natural chasms. Different from the previous Cangxia Fist, this Cangxia was attached with terrible silver holy flames, like a layer of flaming Cangxia mountains collapsing from the sky and falling into the earth. Each Cangxia mountain formed a purgatory basin that would never be extinguished for ten thousand years.

Leng Shu was overwhelmed by this huge energy. He showed a look of panic. For a moment, he couldn't tell what kind of sacred art the other party was using. Its power was not inferior to his Dixuan sacred art at all.

Although Leng Shu defended himself by wrapping his body with a large amount of golden holy armor, he was still shaken by the terrifying force and his internal organs were dislocated.

"Wow~!"

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Leng Shu slid backwards in a panic and fell into the ranks of the Battle Song Alliance.

Everyone was extremely shocked, and some could not believe that Leng Shu, whose strength had already reached the Ming Zun level, could be injured by an unknown kid!
"Haha, this proves that it was me who injured the Qilin, right?" Wu Hen stood there and began to sarcastically say.

"Get rid of him as soon as possible!" Leng Shu no longer cared about his so-called decency at this time.

He immediately issued an order, commanding more than 300 brothers of the War Song Alliance to encircle and suppress Wu Hen.

"Kill him!" Yin Zhiyu shouted.

"kill!!"

The people of the Battle Song Alliance naturally knew that if they clung to Leng Shu's thigh, they would have a seat in the Holy Sect in the future, and now was the time for them to make achievements.

A large group of people came in a mighty force, each of them was at least at the Saint Child realm, and their average strength was even higher than that of Purple Robe Master Xin Feng and Master Jiao Zhu. Moreover, they had been baptized by the alliance and had mastered some group spells. If they performed together, the power would be greatly added, just like the most basic holy wall. Even some guys with poor skills would, under the influence of the holy breath of other allies, form a huge holy breath cliff with increasing power!

Wu Hen held the ominous bronze spear in his left hand, sweeping away the turbid waves of heaven and earth towards the one hundred or so masters on the right. He then tightly grasped the magic sword concubine in his right hand, and slashed out the sun and moon sword light towards the large group of masters on the left.

These holy cultivators are all strong and brave. Most of them have reached the level of holy golden blood, and have shaped bones that are harder than those of ferocious beasts. The original genes of the human race determine that most of them cannot confront some predators in the other dimension head-on, let alone engage in hand-to-hand combat. However, the cultivators of this Totem Holy Sect are all monsters with strong physiques. Even without the holy breath circulating in their bodies, they can tear open the bodies of some beasts with their bare hands.

With astonishing martial power and born for battle, more than 300 saint cultivators came to kill them. The holy spells they cast formed a large-scale coverage, which was even more terrifying than the extreme disasters of those totems. Wu Hen had already resisted a group of them with the help of the demon sword concubine and the ominous bronze spear, but he could still feel the wildness and tyranny of this group of people.

Wu Hen thought carefully and recalled that the last time he fought with the Holy Sect members was when he was hunting down Jiao Zhu, and he was just a master in a golden robe.

Every single person here is stronger than Jiao Zhu. Judging from the numerical value alone, they are more than three hundred times stronger. What's more, Cai Yanbin, Yin Zhiyu and Leng Shu from the Lishan Sect are even stronger, especially Leng Shu, who is probably equivalent to a hundred masters.

After being enlightened by the cold-blooded woman, Wu Hen also understood one thing, that is, almost all the saint practitioners were cultivating Xu Yuan, and the greatest characteristic of Xu Yuan was that the saintly breath released from everyone's body was golden.

No matter if it is golden aura, golden aura, or golden holy flame, as long as it is golden, it means that they have not grasped the true meaning of holy cultivation at all. Even if they succeed in forging their souls, the extent to which their strength can be improved is limited.

Relying on the true essence of holy breath and the powerful physique of a seventh-level life form, Wu Hen was not only not forced back by this group of people, but he even maintained the initiative throughout.

Vision, hearing, and taste demonstrated absolute dominance in this complex battle. Wu Hen captured every one of them in time when they performed destructive holy decisions, and he was always able to find gaps in the dense and intertwined energy outpourings to escape.

Moreover, Wu Hen has undergone many transformations in this extreme disaster environment. Sometimes, the angry extreme disaster totem can still burst out with destructive skills that are thousands of times more powerful than those of the masters!

Wu Hen didn't have many holy spells, but fortunately they were enough and practical. When facing various holy weapons coming from all directions, Wu Hen did not hesitate to open up the holy acupoints and directly transformed into a giant silver shadow!
Many masters in the War Song Alliance also mastered this high-level sacred skill. When they saw Wu Hen transform into a giant spirit shadow, they also used this unique skill.

But Wu Hen's silver giant was like a mountain towering into the clouds, while they were like small mounds of earth.

Wu Hen raised his huge foot and crushed both the spirit shadow and the real body together!
The golden statue shattered like pieces of earthen tiles, and then the flesh and bones of these holy practitioners turned into a pool of blood plasma, sticking to the ground. The luxurious purple and red robes became their shrouds.

Wu Hen showed no mercy to these brutal cultivators.

If he can be killed, he will definitely be killed. Even if he manages to escape from between his feet or fingers, Wu Hen will try his best to cripple him. The people of the Holy Sect have strong vitality and terrible recovery ability. Some people who have mastered the Holy Bloodline Art can even restore lost limbs...

Relying on this giant silver shadow, Wu Hen killed at least fifty people.

Finally, his silver shadow body was shattered by the Blade Faction, and he gradually returned to his original size.

"This guy's holy breath is quite weird!" said Cai Yanbin of the Blade Faction.

"Don't be afraid. He is already at the end of his strength. Let's kill him together." said Feng Lingzhen, the female red-robed master.

The people from the Sharp Blade Faction already had a grudge against Wu Hen. If it weren't for Wu Hen's interference, they would have already obtained the Wind Chi Totem.

The overall cultivation of these dozen people is above the purple robe level, and they have reached the upper-middle level in the Holy Child Realm. Moreover, most of the Holy Spells they use transform Qi into blades, and they do not engage in close combat, but they still pose a huge threat to the enemy.

The holy cultivators of the Sharp Blade Sect were all on high ground. When they saw Wu Hen had lost the protection of the giant shadow, they immediately transformed their holy breath into heavy swords of golden energy. These heavy swords actually gathered together as if they were attracted by a magnet.

Thousands of heavy swords composed of holy breath gathered into a sword tomb suspended in the sky, and under the joint command of the holy practitioners of the Lishan Sect, they fell down.

Wu Hen's perception had already detected the powerful holy decision of the Lishan Sect. He responded in advance, fighting his way out from the weaker group in the crowd, and immediately burst out at the speed of light, trying to get rid of this tomb of ten thousand swords.

But just as he broke out of the encirclement, a sinister face appeared in front of him. It was the legendary figure Leng Shu.

Leng Shu was not idle. He had been observing Wu Hen. After discovering that Wu Hen had extraordinary perception, he realized that if he could not block all of Wu Hen's escape routes, no matter how many people or how many sacred decisions they had, they would not be able to hurt Wu Hen who had a clear prediction of the battle situation...

Leng Shu saw through this, so his battle strategy had to be more forward-thinking, waiting for him at the tactical avoidance point that Wu Hen had planned in advance, and completely blocking his path!

Hundreds of people surrounded him from behind.

Above the head is the terrifying Tomb of Ten Thousand Blades Sword.

In front of him was another Saint Cultivator whose cultivation was two realms higher than his own...

Even if Wu Hen used the perception interaction battle track at this moment, it would be of no avail. He could not shake off the group attack from behind, nor could he get rid of the sword tomb above his head. The most important thing was that Leng Shu was indeed very strong, and he might not be able to defeat him alone. Now he had been seen through his rehearsal perception.

"I haven't taken any action yet. You don't think I'm afraid of you, do you?" Leng Shu said with a disdainful and mocking tone.

"It's really amazing that you can find loopholes and gaps under such heavy siege."

"It's a pity that I have already seen through your ability!"

"I will personally close this door to life for you!!"

Leng Shu clasped his hands together and golden flames burst out from his whole body. The exaggerated golden flames were like hundreds of dragons emerging from his body and dancing wildly.

In the end, Leng Shu also transformed into a giant golden shadow, a mad god with a blazing holy fire. He stretched out his huge golden claws as big as a mountain, blew up a golden storm, and slapped Wu Hen who had nowhere to hide!
(End of this chapter)