Gradual Progress, Verbal Disputes, and Collapse

Wang Quan knew that Wang Ming's aura could ward off curses and nightmare spells, but he still had the new abbot lead the local historical figures to curse the other party.

The reason he did this was because he wanted to try: could the indigenous people change history, change the anchor point of history?

Success or failure, it doesn't really matter to him.

"To kill Wang Ming, we still have to rely on ourselves."

Wang Quan used various alchemical weapons created by Qinghe Creation to relentlessly attack Wang Ming.

At the same time, Qinghe was also frantically practicing her magic.

Click!Click!

One by one, the boxes were opened, revealing various decaying medicinal herbs, gems, pearls, and other items.

These things, though rotten and covered in dust.

But they were all picked by the indigenous people.

Historical fragments are recognized.

Therefore, with the help of Taoist seals, she can easily gather these things and transform them into magical power.

With each breath, her magic power increased.

The more magic power she has, the more spells she can cast.

She is also a legendary cultivator with exceptionally strong foundation.

While forging weapons for Wang Quan, he continuously cast different spells to examine the weaknesses of Wang Ming's aura.

One hundred...

A thousand ways....

Click!

Qinghe forcibly constructed the foundation without using any materials.

Although she completed the most basic foundation building through visualization, it was still enough at this moment.

Click!

Qinghe used the "Disorder of Separation" technique to directly cut the Foundation Building Platform and then threw it to Wang Quan.

Wang Quan opened his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.

In the next instant, his magical power surged, and his bones and muscles creaked.

He roared to the sky, "Xiao Ming, you're dead!"

Xiao Ming's expression was solemn. At this moment, he casually grabbed the halo at his feet to use as a weapon, and then waved to the puppet butcher.

call out!

The puppet butcher flew over and hung on his waist.

Whoosh!

The halo shifted in Xiaoming's hands, sometimes transforming into two curved blades, sometimes into a long spear and shield, its changes unpredictable and quite wondrous.

However, Wang Quan looked down on the other party, and Qing He, who was standing next to him, also looked down on him.

Although this method was unfamiliar to them, it was not without a solution.

Given a little time, they can always find flaws in other directions.

"Wang Quan, you are a demon from beyond the realm, you should not interfere in this history."

"Otherwise, the young master will blame me."

Wang Ming laughed in fury: "You can't kill me!"

"You will be trapped in this place forever."

"Then, like everyone else, you will rot away little by little, eventually becoming part of this historical fragment, becoming part of the young master's legacy."

Wang Quan curled his lip, gave a cold laugh, and remained silent.

Qinghe remained silent, focusing solely on refining the second Foundation Establishment Platform.

A quarter of an hour...

The two fought fiercely, and the entire town collapsed.

The new abbot led everyone to escape, built a shrine, and began cursing Wang Ming.

Half an hour...

Strands of black mist descended from the sky.

This black aura is composed of countless distorted faces.

The distorted faces are those of the unfortunate souls who were killed by Wang Ming in the repeated repetitions of history.

Their resentment, accumulated over countless years, finally erupted at this moment, suppressed by the historical characteristics of royal power and Wang Ming's loss of authority.

The black aura swept in, not attacking Wang Ming, but instead gnawing at his historical anchor and authority.

at this time:

A scepter shot out from above Wang Ming's head, swaying and entangled with the black mist.

Every time the wronged souls in the black mist gnaw on the scepter, some will surely be scattered and never be reincarnated.

However, even though the wronged spirits knew they would die, they continued to devour the prey.

Click! Click! Click!

The scepter shrank little by little, but the number of wronged souls did not decrease at all.

At that moment, Wang Ming panicked.

He didn't panic when the king attacked him; he felt he had the authority to resist.

Although he wasted some power in the beginning, and although the remaining power was inexplicably weakened, power was still his source of confidence.

But now, the power is being devoured by wronged spirits, diminishing little by little.

He couldn't accept it.

"How dare a mere innocent soul gnaw on the power of authority?"

"I am a historical anchor; the world exists because of my existence."

"You who gnaw on my authority are gnawing the world to death."

The many wronged souls wailed, "Then let this world be destroyed!"

Wang Ming gritted his teeth: "Isn't it good to be alive?"

The wronged souls cried out, "We wish we were dead!"

At this moment, Wang Ming suddenly looked up and laughed loudly: "Indeed, I am still too strong."

"The entire world must unite to resist my power."

"Wang Quan, you are nothing but clowns."

"Whether you're spreading rumors or manipulating people, it's all a death throes!"

"Behold me—my giant wheel will crush everything in its path!"

Whoosh!

He waved his halo, which transformed into a giant wheel, turning and crushing royal power.

Wang Quan roared, suddenly threw away his weapon, and reached forward with both hands to grab the wheel-like halo.

boom! boom! boom!

The halo collided and rubbed against the hands.

In a matter of moments, blood exploded and sparks flew everywhere.

Creak! Creak! Creak!

The halo's rotation speed gradually decreased until it finally came to a slow stop.

"this one?"

"You can't do it either!"

Wang Quan looked at the other party with a mocking expression: "Without a historical anchor, I can kill you as easily as slaughtering a dog or a chicken without using future magic."

Wang Ming sneered: "Boasting!"

"Nausea!"

"That's absolutely disgusting!"

"The fact that so many of you couldn't kill me proves just how powerful I am!"

"I, Wang Ming, am the number one person besides the young master!"

As he spoke, an even stronger power erupted from his body, and he then swung his halo, attempting to fling the royal power away.

As a result, Wang Quan landed on the halo and ran around on it, attacking Xiao Ming from all directions.

Xiao Ming sneered, disdainfully.

He released his halo, swung his arms, and moved nimbly to block the royal power.

"Your future cultivators will probably only know magic and supernatural powers, and won't know anything about physical combat."

"Today, I'll show you—even my weakest skill, martial arts, is something you future demons can't contend with."

boom! boom! boom!

In the clash of fists and feet, Wang Ming was initially full of confidence:

Although I look down on martial arts, in my time, martial arts have not completely declined.

I learned some martial arts, so I mastered them easily.

You future cultivators will surely suppress the martial arts.

What can you use to fight me?

He smiled smugly.

But not long after, his face turned pale.

He thought that, after a series of collisions, his fists would be torn apart and his bones broken.

Wang Quan's arms, however, only had some flesh torn open, revealing golden bones without any cracks.

"How could your flesh and bones be so strong?"

Wang Ming was puzzled and bewildered.

Wang Quan laughed loudly, looking up at the sky: "Fool!"

"You only know how to run rampant in this small corner of the world, but you're unwilling to spend endless time improving yourself!"

"And I once fought the Emperor for three hundred rounds without being killed."

"My strength was earned with blood and tears."

"What makes you think you can compare to me?"

"You, with your broken Dao heart, who serves as someone's dog, what makes you think you can compare to me?"

collapsed!

At first, the wise and virtuous Wang Ming was dismissive, but he used the "Winning Principles" to increase his own power.

However, when the king said that his faith was broken and that he was being treated like a dog, he broke down emotionally.

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