Devour

Cheng Bai smiled calmly and said, "Venerable Wang, I'm afraid tonight is not a good time to attack me."

Wang Xiongwu sneered with disdain, "Hahaha... Stop pretending in front of me. I'm incredibly skilled, and I'll only improve by leaps and bounds. I'm more than a hundred thousand times more skilled than you, kid. I can kill anyone I want!"

Cheng Bai raised his hand and pointed to the sky, saying sternly: "It is God who wants to destroy you, and you must be destroyed!"

Wang Xiongwu inadvertently looked up at the sky, and his face suddenly changed, his eyes full of panic and fear.

Suddenly, clouds and winds rose from the dark and calm sky, and purple-red thunderclouds stretched for more than 5,000 miles appeared. Huge ghost faces rolled and twisted, appearing and disappearing on the surface, some hideous and some sinister, looking down at the world like a group of demons descending.

"Ah? It's a thunder tribulation! No, no, I'm not ready yet!" Wang Xiongwu's mind immediately flashed with the tragic scene of Jiuying being killed by the heavenly tribulation. He was so scared that his face turned pale and he screamed, and he hurriedly retreated backwards.

Faced with the immense might of the heavens, Wang Xiongwu dared not hesitate or linger, and hurriedly turned and fled with Canglong Zhiqi under his arm. Their frantic escape was as fast as lightning, and in a flash they disappeared into the distance.

"Wang Xiongwu's strength has skyrocketed, yet he has the will of a thief but not the courage. That wasn't your great tribulation, but the minor calamity brought on by the Blood Jade Fishing Rod."

Cheng Bai showed contempt and a mocking smile, then turned his gaze to the Four Symbols Cauldron, and saw the newly tempered fishing rod in the cauldron soaring into the sky, rising up to meet the high-altitude thunder tribulation.

The surface of the purple-red thundercloud was wriggling violently, and twenty-seven strange faces became clearer and clearer. They stared intently at the magic weapon that was rising into the air to provoke them, and opened their huge mouths flashing with lightning one after another to bite towards the blood jade fishing rod.

"Every treasure faces different tests during its tribulation. This is the Thirty-Nine Heavenly Thunders. It appears to be continuous and overwhelming, but it's simply the color change caused by the expansion of air, which is fundamentally different from material entities. In terms of power alone, this round is stronger than the one the Four Symbols Cauldron experienced during the Spiritual Artifact Era, but far less powerful than the Five-Nine Thunder Tribulations of the Soul Artifact Era. It actually scared Venerable Wang away."

Cheng Bai sat still and judged silently, patiently waiting for the magic weapon to survive the disaster.

The purple-red lightning flashed for a moment and then subsided smoothly. The blood jade fishing rod, after being baptized by heaven, became more and more radiant and slowly fell into the hands of its owner.

A gentle light blue dawn appeared in the sky, and a new dawn came.

Cheng Bai completed the usual blood-drip recognition ceremony, feeling the power contained in the magic weapon, and said contentedly, "There are many treasures made of blood jade in the world, but to me, you are unique. Let's give it a new name... Call it 'Shocking God Pole'. As for the weapon spirit, from now on, it will be called 'Shocking Ru'."

The spirit of the weapon responded respectfully: "Thank you, Lord, for the name. I feel deeply honored."

"This treasure has a large upgrade span, becoming a top-grade soul weapon. It must be very useful." Li Tong praised it and suddenly reminded him, "Huh? That coward has come back after a long journey!"

A burst of heavy breathing with a low growl approached rapidly from a distance. Cheng Bai turned his head and saw that it was indeed Wang Xiongwu, his face livid, trotting back to Wucan Mountain.

Shocked and enraged, the Indestructible Holy Lotus Venerable King spitted out his saliva and roared, "How dare you deceive me, kid? You even gave the weapon spirit such a disgusting name. You are clearly insulting me!"

Cheng Bai blinked and said innocently, "Your Excellency Wang, you're overthinking it. It's my spirit that prefers this name."

"White Emperor!" Wang Xiongwu tried hard to suppress his rage. He shrank the Azure Dragon's Relative into his dantian, clenched his fists so hard that his joints crackled, and uttered through gritted teeth, "You've got guts... I don't want to end this so easily with a single blow. I'm going to break your bones, shred your soul, and make you live a life worse than death!"

While he was chattering away, Cheng Bai quickly put away the Shocking Spirit Pole and the Four Symbols Cauldron, dusted off his Biling Treasure Armor, and said calmly, "Venerable Wang, why are you doing this? There's no deep hatred between you and me. There's no need to be so aggressive and bring trouble upon yourself."

Wang Xiongwu was so angry that he was shaking all over. He roared in a deep voice: "If you say there is a grudge, then there is a grudge! The private injury I suffered last time has not recovered yet... Damn it! Anyway, I am much better than you! Say whatever you want and do whatever you want. No reason is needed!"

After saying that, Wang Xiongwu made a soft gurgling sound from deep in his throat, and suddenly opened his mouth wide to his ears, spewing out a yellow beam of light as thick as a street.

The surging magic power directly split the foothills in front, tearing the surface with a loud bang, causing mud and rock to collapse. A neat trail of destruction stretching for more than 40 miles was left in the billowing smoke and dust, like a huge ditch that had been dug out for a long time.

When the dust cleared, Cheng Bai stood still, calm and composed, unmoving. The only difference was that the ground beneath his feet had dropped several dozen meters, causing him to remain suspended in mid-air.

The elemental barrier of the Shengjin Tower completely resists frontal impact.

Shi Chi whispered, "Master, the double-circle defense can stop him without a problem. He's close to the middle stage of the Dao Evolution Realm, stronger than Tan Gong, but his skills are clumsy and he doesn't know how to combo. Otherwise, it would be much more troublesome."

Wang Xiongwu couldn't believe what he saw. He blinked his panda eyes hard and cried out in shock, "You...what kind of tricks are you using? It's comparable to my invincible and world-destroying power!"

Cheng Bai relied on his magical weapon to defend himself, but he was helpless. He then asked, "What's the reason for Venerable Wang's desire to kill Pan Zhonghan and Wang Hong from Jingtao Sect?"

"All colors are extinguished!" Wang Xiongwu opened his inhumanly large mouth with all his might and blasted another dazzling yellow light straight at Cheng Bai. As the wanton destruction spread, the wide ditch on the surface expanded even further.

Cheng Bai remained indifferent and lazily advised, "Venerable Wang, you look so angry and grief-stricken, as if you are taking out all the resentment you have suffered from others on me. Could you please explain what is going on?"

"Each one of them is more ruthless than the last... Pah! This vengeful master's plan to destroy the world is none of your business! They are nothing now, just scum that can be crushed to death at will." Wang Xiongwu was unwilling to accept this and changed his mind. "If the destruction of all colors can't do anything to you, this venerable master has other tricks up his sleeve!"

Cheng Bai was secretly surprised. "The Tong Yan technique is very weak in guiding Venerable Wang to tell the truth. Could it be that he has cultivated a technique similar to the Phoenix Force, or is he hiding some kind of treasure to protect his sea of ​​consciousness?"

Next, he was shocked to see Wang Xiongwu perform a spell that looked quite familiar, and his heart was deeply shocked.

The majestic vital energy was mobilized like waves, and the five directions of the earth (east, south, west, north, and center) shone with green, red, white, black, and yellow spiritual light, as if the dragons of the earth veins gathered together to form a tremendous auspicious color, illuminating the world with a brightness that was as bright as daylight.

"Jie Di Pure Land!" The light from Wang Xiongwu's seven orifices shot up into the sky, and his momentum soared like a volcanic eruption. His combat power surged and exceeded his limit in an instant, and he was about to deliver a fatal blow with all his strength.

Such a big commotion had already alarmed the masters in the village. Kua Eyang, Bei Tingjun and others used their spiritual consciousness to inquire about the whole matter.

"Don't come over here, the enemy is too strong! I can more than protect myself." Cheng Bai calmly ordered the troops to stay put, feeling a little puzzled: "When did Wang Xiongwu learn the secret technique taught by the Buddha?"

Other forces remained cautious and did not dare to take any rash action in the face of the shocking scene.

Ningxiang looked at Wucan Mountain from afar, and said anxiously, "Master, please come forward and crush this evil demon."

The masters sensed the difference in their levels, and only the Eastern Saint present was strong enough to hold up the sky with one hand and stop the situation from getting worse.

"You evil beast, you are so stubborn! Do you want to completely wipe out Tianning Village from this world?" With a roar, Master Li controlled the sharp sword energy and flew towards him like a meteor chasing the moon. Seeing the critical situation, he immediately attacked with all his strength: "Heaven and earth are of the same root. Give us peace!"

Instantly, the multicolored sword energy woven through heaven and earth like a raging storm, tearing the connection between the five spiritual lights. The earth's vital energy was fiercely contested by another party, no longer solely under Wang Xiongwu's control, significantly reducing the effectiveness of his enhanced secret technique.

"The swordsman from the day before yesterday is here!" Wang Xiongwu had seen such a powerful warrior before, so he quickly jumped up to avoid the incoming sword energy. At the same time, he put his hands together to form a sword and used his favorite Pojun sword technique to try to fight back.

Unexpectedly, the moment the Pojun sword energy left his body, it surrendered like a hundred disciples on a pilgrimage, quickly falling to the ground. Every trace of his sword energy was used to serve others, merging into the eighth celestial realm of the Xiaoyao Spiritual Sword Art, completely under Master Li's control.

Then, billions of sword energies surged and poured down like a tide, forcing Wang Xiongwu to jump up and down in a hurry to dodge, without any ability to fight back.