The Golden Elixir Road

Chapter 105: The Universe in the Sleeves Suppresses the Blood Phoenix

The appearance of the Holy Prince and his confrontation with the Heavenly Prince undoubtedly caused a sensation and triggered a great chaos. Then the news spread quickly and many people rushed to the scene after hearing the news.

"What do you mean?" The black hair of the Emperor's son flew everywhere, and he was enveloped by five-colored divine rings, nine in total, protecting him in the center.

The monkey was quite domineering, with golden holy light surging all over his body. He pointed at the black gold stick in his hand, looked ahead with pride, and said, "I don't mean anything else, I just want to kill you!"

People on all sides were greatly shocked. The inheritor of the Fighting Saint Ape lineage had arrived. This was truly an unexpected confrontation.

The confrontation between the Holy Prince and the Heavenly Prince is a tit-for-tat battle!

For many people of the ancient races, they are all of prominent status and need to be worshipped. They are the most powerful people in the current bloodline.

"Prince Holy Prince, you are so unscrupulous that you killed my men in public. Do you think I am too mild-tempered?" The Emperor's Prince stepped forward, looking majestic, flawless and extremely dazzling, like an ancient emperor resurrected.

"I said, I want to kill you! You instigated many people to attack me, and you still have the nerve to say such things." The monkey's golden fighting saint power moved the nine heavens, like a fighting god.

"when……"

The divine bell suddenly rang, and the cry of a phoenix shook the nine heavens. It was one of the masters of the Blood Phoenix Mountain who arrived with a group of people. Among them was a tall and strong young man, whose whole body was surrounded by traces of Dao, and he looked blurry and unreal.

Wang Zizai's magical power in his eyes saw through the illusion. Through the traces of Dao, he saw that this person was staring at him with hatred on his face. His heart moved slightly and he already knew who this person was.

"Are you Wang Zizai?" Huang Xu said with murderous intent: "Do you dare to fight me?"

His old father was killed by Wang Zizai in public. The news had already spread among the major forces in Beidou. In addition, there was an imperial weapon in Blood Phoenix Mountain, so the imperial weapon naturally knew everything that happened that day.

Of course he couldn't win in a competition with the Emperor's weapons. Even the Supreme was killed. What use would the Emperor's weapons be? Huang Xu Dao could only hope to avenge his father by fighting with someone of the same realm.

Moreover, for someone like Huang Xudao, this might be the way he wants most.

However, there is still some difference between not wanting to use the imperial weapon and having the imperial weapon but not daring to use it. Huang Xudao felt a little aggrieved, and now he challenged her to a fight as soon as they met.

Everyone is in the second level of Xiantai. Huangxu Dao is not afraid of anyone. As long as Wang Zizai dares to agree to a fight, he is confident that he can kill him one-on-one and avenge his father.

"You are not my opponent. Let's wait until my disciple grows up, and then I will settle this matter with you!" Wang Zizai shook his head.

"Are you afraid of me and don't dare to fight me?" Huang Xu provoked him. This was the only way for him to take revenge.

"Well, your father took advantage of my weakness and wanted to attack me. In order to establish my authority, I killed him. This matter should have ended there." Wang Zizai said.

"But as a son, there is nothing wrong with you avenging your father. I will give you this chance. If you lose, you will be my disciple's sharpening stone in the future!"

"You finally dared to accept the challenge!"

Huang Xudao's mighty aura rose into the sky, like a fairy phoenix descending from the sky, shocking many people so much that they retreated.

Then he chopped towards Wang Zizai with a palm like the wing of a fairy phoenix, with extraordinary power and murderous intent.

Unexpectedly, Wang Zizai didn't even look at it. He just swung his right hand forward, opened his sleeves, and a force of restraint came out.

In Huang Xudao's eyes, Wang Zizai's cuffs became bigger and bigger, like a sky curtain, and he couldn't help but walk into it.

No matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free, as if the entire space and time were pushing him. In the eyes of others, it was not Wang Zizai's sleeves that were getting bigger, but the Huangxu Dao that was getting smaller and smaller, and finally was completely taken into Wang Zizai's sleeves.

Huang Xudao only felt that he was in a void at this moment, cut off from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and there was no end in sight in any direction.

Not only that, his own divine power is still radiating bit by bit, sinking into this soulless land. The cultivators in this world can only achieve perfect power after becoming immortals.

Huang Xudao first tried his best to break this piece of void, but even the forbidden secret technique was of no avail, and it completely dissipated not long after it was thrown out.

Then he tried to fly in one direction, but he could not reach the end. He tried forward, backward, left, right, up and down, but it was still no use.

Because there was no reference, he even felt like he was always in the same place. In the end, Huang Xudao couldn't even be sure whether he was flying forward or not.

This is the method of Wang Zizai creating the universe in his sleeve by combining the true meaning of emptiness, the idea of ​​its vastness, and the method of escape, to temporarily open up a closed void in his sleeve.

Just like on the surface of the earth, no matter which direction you walk, you cannot get out of the earth and can only circle in this endless void.

Of course, this is just an analogy. The real situation is beyond the imagination of ordinary people and cannot be expressed in words.

For Wang Zizai, all kinds of magical powers and spells are now at his fingertips. He is no longer bound by any certain form. As long as his imagination is sufficient, every move and every style can be a powerful magical power.

But to Huang Xudao, this piece of void was truly endless. He could not break it through, nor could he fly out. The divine power in his body was still being depleted bit by bit.

If you continue like this, you will be drained sooner or later, and finally all the strength in your body will be used up, and you will die of exhaustion.

Huang Xudao was filled with despair. He had come here with full confidence to seek revenge, but he couldn't even take a single move from the murderer of his father. How ridiculous it was! Even his heart was a little unstable at that moment.

This is the consequence of not cultivating one's mind. When one wins, one is unstoppable, but when one loses, few can hold on. It's like raising a Gu. Throughout history, there has only been one person like Luan Gu.

But this cannot be blamed on the cultivators in this world. The world is like this, and the way of cultivation is like this.

In the outside world, everyone was looking at Wang Zizai's sleeve at this time, and the Holy Prince even put aside the idea of ​​beating the Heavenly Prince for a while.

In the eyes of everyone, Wang Zizai's clothes were ordinary. Although they were not ordinary things, they were not magical either. They were not immortal clothes. But when he put Huangxu Dao in them, there was no reaction at all, which made people feel surprised.

"Let the prince out quickly."

The mountain master of Blood Phoenix Mountain shouted, and at the same time reached out to grab Wang Zizai from his sleeve, trying to rescue Huang Xudao. This person was the King of Zhan Dao, the ancestor king of the ancient race had not arrived yet, and the saint of the human race had not appeared yet.

"Yan!"

Wang Zizai opened his mouth and with a sound of sword ringing, a green phoenix flew out and transformed into sword threads as thin as cow hair all over the sky, sweeping towards the master of the Blood Phoenix Mountain.

With a hissing sound, the master of the Blood Phoenix Mountain was instantly covered with sword marks and turned into a blood gourd, a horrible sight. He then fell to the ground, no longer alive.

Every inch of his flesh and blood was destroyed, including his internal organs, soul, etc., which were all cut off by Wang Ziyi's sword.

When Wang Zizai attacked now, there was no sign of power, but it was extremely condensed, without wasting a single bit of strength.

(End of this chapter)