Chapter 701: Descent

Death Island.

Deep inside.

Swish!

Li Wei looked up and saw a martial artist of at least Void Realm, flying with his physical body, wantonly and ostentatiously.

Then.

Rumble!

Strands of Qi rose, each manifesting.

Dou Qi, spirit... various attacks landed on that figure, just like a fighter jet hit by a missile, exploding in mid-air, the death state was extremely tragic.

"Bai Chi... on this island, those who dare to fly, except for those like Wu Kuangtu who have great confidence in themselves, the rest are idiots, and will only become targets."

Li Wei stepped on the ground, very solid.

Although he could also fly in the void, the human body is not a bird after all. His instantaneous explosive power on the ground, movement techniques, and even the use of terrain far exceeded flying.

He walked past a hillside, and his ears suddenly moved.

Roar roar!

A saber-toothed tiger with a body size of over five meters pounced out.

Its pouncing power was astonishing, and its fur was even harder than steel!

"This is... a biochemical beast manufactured by technology on the White Eagle Continent? It is said that it also has part of the exotic beast bloodline."

"Ordinary Third Grade martial artists might not be its opponent."

Li Wei pushed with one hand, grabbed the saber-toothed tiger's head, and flicked it lightly.

Bang!

A strange Dou Qi landed on the top of the saber-toothed tiger's head, exploding a blood hole on its hardest bone.

The huge saber-toothed tiger corpse fell to the ground.

Li Wei squatted down to look, a bit regretful.

"Why? You still want to roast tiger meat to eat?"

Fang Xing sneered.

"Indeed a bit regretful, but let's forget about this kind of artificial synthetic beast..."

Li Wei stood up, his head suddenly shrank, like a shrinking turtle, the whole head disappeared.

Almost at the same instant, a sharp wind swept past his original head position and sank into the rock beside him.

Pfft!

The hard rock was like tofu, easily torn open a deep hole.

"Turtle-Form Fist?"

A muscular figure pounced out, actually wearing a set of steam armor!

He waved the serrated greatsword in his hand, as if opening a big whirlwind.

The astonishing sword light swept across the surroundings, even if it was a hundred-year or thousand-year-old tree, it was instantly cut open, killing people like mowing grass.

Li Wei just slapped casually.

The void fluctuated faintly, forming a snake shape, pouncing out, and exploding on the chest of the armored man.

Rip!

Originally, this kind of high-level steam armor would be very difficult for even a First Grade martial artist to break.

But after the void power was added, it was completely different.

The armored knight screamed, as if hit by a locomotive, and flew backward heavily.

The serrated greatsword in his hand also flew out, and fragments of steel armor on his chest pierced into his chest.

If he wasn't an expert among knights himself, he would have died long ago.

"Hm? White Eagle's?"

Li Wei stepped forward, looking at the token fragments scattered from the other party's armor: "Do you have to be so desperate?"

"You don't understand... King of White Eagle..."

The knight's eyes carried a look of fanaticism, and his voice gradually weakened.

"This..."

"Obviously, Wu Kuangtu conquered White Eagle alone..."

Fang Xing opened his mouth: "This should belong to some kind of spiritual martial arts... those conquered by his martial way will leave a deep brand in their hearts... over time, they will become fanatical loyalty."

"Conquering a country alone? Then his martial way, what kind of ghost-god-unpredictable level has it reached?"

Li Wei gasped: "Even so, still not satisfied, want to break through upward?"

"To be able to go crazy and ice-bury oneself hundreds of thousands of years ago, and wait for the future, it must be a ruthless person among ruthless people... Ice burial is really dead if you are not careful."

Fang Xing said: "What's more... this kind of thing can't be done again. If he ice-buries himself again, he won't be so lucky to wake up... Martial artists are still used to holding their fate in their own hands, therefore... he chose to hold the World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament to seek a breakthrough..."

"However... he actually cooperated with the Demonic Sect."

Li Wei shook his head and sighed.

He continued forward, and not long after, he saw an elderly man with a turtle back and crane hair, standing on a bluestone, seemingly waiting for him.

"Daluo Northern Grandmaster—Gong Jiuyuan?"

Li Wei took a deep breath. This was definitely a martial artist above the Void Realm, much harder to deal with than the armored knight just now.

"Li Wei... Xinfeng City expert, one of the Ten Tigers of Daluo South..."

Gong Jiuyuan smiled: "I lead with spirit... sure enough, you came. It seems your strength is above the other nine tigers."

Li Wei took a deep breath, his spirit was far-reaching, and he suddenly broke into an illusion.

For a peerless expert who has reached his level, the confrontation before the fight is no longer a confrontation of Qi mechanism or momentum, but a mysterious spiritual battle!

At the same time, on a river beach.

"Kill!"

Avril's Dou Qi was cold, and her whole person seemed to have turned into a hedgehog.

The opponent she grabbed was covered in blood and fell softly to the ground.

"Another fragment..."

She picked up the token fragment, feeling a bit melancholy: "Why didn't I see that Vulture Li Wei? I think his blood must be more delicious than others..."

Center of Death Island.

On the Discussion Platform.

This platform used a shaved mountain peak as a base, looking high into the clouds, but the surface was as smooth as a mirror.

Wu Kuangtu stood in the center of the platform, like a god overlooking all living beings.

"Master..."

At this time, a tall woman with blonde hair and blue eyes came behind Wu Kuangtu: "The seed players you fancy, we have sent people to test their strength one by one... five of the eight generals died in battle... being able to die for the master is their honor."

"Very good, hope the people who come won't disappoint me."

Wu Kuangtu's eyes bloomed with a trace of fanatical fighting intent: "What's more... such a grand event, there are also three dark horses, the opportunities on them, maybe it is the Eastern Zhenwu Talisman!"

He had also coveted this Eastern Zhenwu Mountain supreme treasure for a long time.

He didn't have a chance hundreds of thousands of years ago, and he was a bit late hundreds of thousands of years later. When he got the news, the Turtle-Snake Sect had already been exterminated.

Even the sect leader Gui Yannian confirmed that he had rainbow-fied and died.

However, he believed that the Eastern Zhenwu Talisman would definitely appear.

"According to the Eastern Zhenwu Founder's prophecy, the Golden Age is bound to arrive... I will definitely walk to the peak of martial arts, until immortality!"

Wu Kuangtu clenched his fists.

"Master... and the Demonic Sect... are we too indulgent? You know... the Demonic Sect Ninth Grade, cannot correspond one-to-one with our martial arts... its Second Grade Return to Ruins Master can fight above the Void Realm."

The female secretary hesitated and opened her mouth.

"I did it on purpose..."

Wu Kuangtu looked in a certain direction, but a trace of expectation appeared in his eyes: "Demonic Sect First Grade, it is said to have the ability to live forever... If I cannot break through to a higher realm this time, then I can only find another way, part-time Demonic Sect profession, in expectation of being able to live to the future Golden Age..."

He had lived until now, what he should have enjoyed he had long enjoyed, relatives, apprentices, friends were all dead...

The only goal was the legendary martial arts extreme!

Raising a tiger to cause trouble?

Does this count as a thing?

A mountain valley.

The pitch-black coffin dismantled from the cruise ship was soaking in a huge blood pool.

"Deserves to be the World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament..."

A Demonic Sect disciple looked at the patterns constantly lighting up on the coffin and couldn't help but sigh: "In normal times, where can you see so many Void Realm or even Void Realm-above experts dying in large quantities?"

"Also thanks to Wu Kuangtu and our full cooperation... to be able to create such momentum."

"More experts are coming, this is also part of the ritual."

A Third Grade "Eternal Darkness Marquis" suddenly opened his mouth.

Subsequently, a piece of darkness surged out, forming a lake, instantly "submerging" a region.

Swish!

In the darkness, a blade light burst out: "Demonic thieves, everyone should punish them!"

This is an expert from the Daluo Imperial Court!

Although the Daluo Imperial Court has entered the end of the dynasty, the centipede dies but does not stiffen, and some palace experts can still be gathered.

The Demonic Sect was able to attract palace experts to come, naturally because they released real news—the Demonic Sect Master is seeking a breakthrough!

Even when breaking through, he will fall into the weakest state, which is the best opportunity to kill him.

Once this opportunity is missed, it will definitely bring "End" to the entire Daluo Imperial Court!

And the other party will definitely appear on Death Island in the weakest posture!

This news is indeed true, so it can attract a large number of righteous experts.

It's just that they don't know that such martial arts grandmasters walking toward the end, in essence, is equivalent to tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of people walking toward death...

The breath of the end brought by this is exactly what the Demonic Sect Master craves!

"Wu Marquis is dead..."

"It's Grandmaster Grandmaster Lie Shan!"

"Go two more Eternal Darkness Marquises..."

One black-clothed man after another disappeared, and the darkness was torn apart piece by piece.

Finally, an old man with red hair and beard, holding a precious blade as thin as a cicada's wing, walked to the front of the blood pool.

The intelligence was not wrong; it was indeed the weakest moment of the Demonic Sect Master.

Even, the Demonic Sect had already suffered heavy casualties.

"Return to Ruins Master... die!"

Grandmaster Grandmaster Lie Shan slashed out, and the void seemed to be split.

Rip!

The pitch-black coffin was split into two, revealing the Demonic Sect Master inside.

A look of fear appeared on his pale face, and a blood line appeared on his neck.

Swish...

The Demonic Sect Master's body shattered directly...

"This..."

Even Grandmaster Grandmaster Lie Shan, who took the shot, was a bit unbelievable: "The Demonic Sect Master who has been rampant for many years, just died like this? No, not right!"

His martial artist intuition felt incomparably terrifying danger.

The liquid flowing out of the Demonic Sect Master's corpse was not bright red blood, but a pitch-black, viscous... liquid similar to petroleum.

In the wriggling of the pitch-black liquid, there were various strange runes wandering, changing from constantly incomplete to complete.

Rumble!

At this moment, all the martial arts grandmasters on the road of death couldn't help but turn their heads, looking in the direction of the Demonic Sect Master, feeling a fear of impending disaster.

"Senior?"

Li Wei, who had just put down Gong Jiuyuan and taken away the token fragment, suddenly looked up: "This is..."

"End... has descended." From the Eastern Zhenwu Talisman, came Fang Xing's faint sigh. ===== CHAPTER 702 =====

"The End... has arrived." From within the Eastern Zhenwu Talisman, Fang Xing's faint sigh emerged.