Chapter 243

"What happened?!"

Everyone was shocked.

After all, this was something beyond their expectations.

Pillars of light shot into the sky.

Connecting with each other, like a huge curtain, covering the entire sea area within a thousand miles, centered on Divine Spirit Island.

"It’s an array!"

Someone with sharp eyes recognized it.

"Who is activating the array?"

"Hmph, who else could it be? It must be the Demonic Path!"

Some things, once you think about them, you can understand.

"No wonder we haven't seen them for the past few days; they were actually setting up an array. But with Leader Meng here, what use can an array of this level have?"

Everyone felt at ease.

At this moment, the terrifying true intent that still stood tall was like a needle calming the sea, giving them a full sense of security.

"The Demonic Path finally couldn't hold back and is going to make a move."

The leaders of the three regions looked up slightly.

Several of them had naturally been paying attention, not daring to relax completely, fearing that the Demonic Path was proficient in assassination and would suddenly jump out from some void.

And their current state was not that good.

"Just in time to slaughter a few Demonic Path members!"

Han Yuanzhen stood up, his eyes cold.

Preparing to use this to vent the frustration in his heart.

"What kind of great array is this?"

Red-haired Huikong frowned slightly, expressing his doubt.

For some reason, he had a bad premonition.

"The Buddha says: Danger."

Black-haired Huiming said.

Hearing this.

Everyone’s eyes became slightly solemn.

"It seems to have the scent of three-colored silver-patterned grass."

Meng Zhangqing suddenly spoke.

And Yue Qingchan also looked at him.

As someone who had been to Silver-Pattern Island, she could naturally feel it.

Boom!

Almost the moment he finished speaking.

An indescribable, terrifying pressure suddenly descended.

Everyone was struck by lightning and fell toward the bottom!

It was as if all the power in their bodies had been suppressed and could not be used at all!

Bang, bang, bang!

They all fell onto the island.

Only Meng Zhangqing remained standing in mid-air.

But the heaven-reaching sword intent behind him also shattered, turning into countless streams of light that surged into Meng Zhangqing’s mind.

No matter how it fused, that was only true intent, but now it was the suppression of rules!

"Forbidden Martial Power."

Meng Zhangqing’s eyes flickered.

A very familiar scent.

The surrounding suppression power surged in continuously, and his shoulders felt as if they were carrying a mountain!

If he didn't possess a Martial Dao True Domain.

At this moment, he would be like everyone else, falling down below.

However, he did not immediately release his True Domain completely.

He limited it to within his body.

So on the surface of his physical body, there would be a feeling of being squeezed!

As if he were struggling to support it.

"Interesting, I don't know where these Demonic Path people got this great array."

"It can actually mobilize Forbidden Martial Power!"

Meng Zhangqing’s eyes were deep. "With Forbidden Martial Power present, everyone’s strength cannot be exerted, and they can only be slaughtered."

"But wait a moment, wait until all the Demonic Path members come out."

At the same time, a trace of relief arose in his heart.

If he hadn't condensed his Martial Dao True Domain, this trip to the Savage Sea would have been truly dangerous.

Forbidden Martial Power can only be dealt with by True Domain power that also contains rules!

"My true qi, soul sense, and true intent have all been suppressed!"

"I can't use them!"

Below, everyone’s expressions changed drastically, and fear appeared in their eyes!

Only leader-level figures of the three regions could use a portion.

But it was only a portion.

They looked at each other.

Their eyes were full of solemnity.

Clap, clap, clap!

Suddenly, crisp applause rang out, from far to near.

It was a tall, slender figure.

Wearing a black and red robe.

Walking with the stride of a dragon and a tiger.

Majesty permeated his brows, and his aura was terrifying!

Every step he took, ripples would appear in the void, and even dense cracks would grow.

Behind him were many other figures.

Each one had demonic energy surging to the heavens!

"Demonic Path!"

Although they had expected it, their hearts still skipped a beat!

"As expected of the existence my master repeatedly warned me to pay attention to."

"It is indeed terrifying strength."

The figure arrived nearby, and a smile appeared on his knife-cut face.

"It’s him!"

Suddenly, someone gasped.

It was Dongmen Xiangzhong!

His expression changed drastically, and he clenched his hands.

"Who is this person?"

Many people didn't know.

"He is the future successor of the Underworld Emperor Sect!"

"Sikong Wuque, ranked eighth on the Central Continent Earth Ranking!"

Dongmen Xiangzhong said in a deep voice.

"Sikong Wuque!"

Everyone gasped, their pupils constricted.

This is a famous Central Continent genius!

Far from what they can compare to!

It is said that he has even defeated a Holy Land disciple, and his strength is incomparably powerful.

"I didn't expect you haven't broken through to the Marquis Mirror yet. Does the dignified Underworld Emperor Sect not have top-tier divine objects?"

Dongmen Xiangzhong asked.

However, Sikong Wuque only glanced at him before withdrawing his gaze and landing on Meng Zhangqing not far away.

Clearly.

In his heart, Dongmen Xiangzhong was not qualified to talk to him.

"Even Forbidden Martial Power cannot completely suppress you. It seems the fusion of three perfect true intents is indeed incomparably powerful."

Sikong Wuque said with a smile.

Shock also appeared in his eyes.

At this age, even dual-perfect true intents would be shocking enough, let alone three!

It is simply unheard of!

Outrageous to the extreme!

I remember that the chief disciple of the Orthodox Holy Land only has two perfect true intents at present!

And this person only comes from the Southern Border, yet he has already surpassed the descendant cultivated by the Holy Land with all its resources in terms of true intent!

Fortunately, there is the Forbidden Martial Great Array; otherwise, this trip to the Savage Sea would be destined to return empty-handed!

It might even become his burial ground!

"Do you think I am still standing here because of my three perfect true intents?"

"It seems I have been misunderstood."

Meng Zhangqing’s mouth curled up slightly.

Actually, it is normal. Who would have thought that someone in the Life and Death Realm could condense a Martial Dao True Domain that only Marquis-level powerhouses are qualified to touch?

However, he did not point it out.

Instead, he cast his gaze on this Sikong Wuque.

In the jade slip given by the Great Elder, there was information about this person, but it was very little; he only knew that this person was very strong and was the leader of the younger generation of the Demonic Path!

Long ago, he had already become famous in the Central Continent.

Logically speaking, he should have broken through to the Marquis level long ago.

I didn't expect him to still be stuck in the Life and Death Realm and even come to the Savage Sea.

Among the many ancient lands, the Savage Sea is not a very precious existence.

Divine objects are scarce, only ten, not enough to share at all.

Only the Wish Divine Spirit Fruit is relatively rare.

I guess he came here for this.

Chapter 249: Second-Order Divine Spirit Fruit! Shattering Suppression Power!!!

"This guy is very strong."

Meng Zhangqing’s eyes brightened.

The aura surging on his body can be said to completely crush the leaders of the four regions!

"He came just in time."

A smile appeared on Meng Zhangqing’s face.

His undefeated will was just a hair’s breadth away from being forged.

And for this hair’s breadth, he needed to defeat someone stronger than the leaders present. He thought he would have to look for experts later.

He didn't expect the Demonic Path to deliver themselves to his door.

It is truly a gift from fate.

"Lord Sikong, I am going to ripen the Divine Spirit Tree."

Blood Ghost suddenly came over.

"Good, go ahead."

Sikong Wuque nodded.

Hearing this.

Meng Zhangqing’s heart stirred.

Ripen the Divine Spirit Tree?

What kind of operation is this?

Could it be that the Demonic Path can make the Divine Spirit Tree bear fruit again?

Thinking about this.

Meng Zhangqing also stopped the thought of making a move immediately.

Besides, the Demonic Path didn't slaughter the geniuses of the four regions below.

He could wait a little longer.

"Give yourself time, the future Central Continent will definitely have a place for you. Unfortunately, fate is like this: a genius who hasn't grown up is never a genius."

Sikong Wuque looked at Meng Zhangqing, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

Meng Zhangqing did not answer.

His attention was all on that Blood Ghost.

Seeing this.

Sikong Wuque thought Meng Zhangqing had accepted his fate, his heart was dead, and he didn't want to speak.

The smile in his eyes grew thicker.

He liked this sense of despair.

And those geniuses of the four regions below also sank in their hearts, and many of them even showed despair in their eyes.

Forbidden Martial Power is the power of rules.

I didn't expect the Demonic Path to be able to control rules!

If there were no such great array, even Sikong Wuque would not be Meng Zhangqing’s match.

But now.

Even Meng Zhangqing was helpless.

Like a fish on a chopping block, at the mercy of others.

The future was pitch black.

"Uncle-Master."

Mo Xiaoyu looked at Meng Zhangqing in mid-air.

For some reason, she didn't feel much fear, which stemmed from her trust in Meng Zhangqing.

Especially Meng Zhangqing’s expression.

Although he was silent.

He wasn't actually afraid.

"Lord Sikong, when will we execute these righteous geniuses?"

That coffin-carrying person walked over.

The coffin behind him had already begun to open slowly, and thick corpse qi surged out.

"No need to rush, there is still half a day before the Savage Sea opens."

Sikong Wuque said calmly, "Let’s see how the Blood God Demonic Sect’s secret technique ripens this Divine Spirit Tree."

"Good."

The coffin-carrying person nodded.

Anyway, victory was already in their grasp.

It was also a good way to let these righteous geniuses accumulate more feelings of despair.

The people of the Six Desires Demonic Sect would need it.

——

Blood Ghost’s figure flickered, and he had already arrived at the roots of the Divine Spirit Tree.

Compared to the huge Divine Spirit Tree.