Among the five elements of heaven and earth, the way of wood is the most prosperous and most obvious.

When the wood is lush, the flowers bloom in spring, the plants grow, the wood energy breeds and reproduces, and the heaven and earth are full of vitality.

On the other hand, the power of the wood is that the withering plants and trees are withering, and the world is withering and yellow. The Luo family's Dead Tree Art practice is the withering power contained in the withering plants and trees.

When the power of withering is interpreted to the extreme, it directly leads to the deadly power of the decay of all things and the extinction of sentient beings.

In the Taoist scriptures that Chu Tian obtained, the Tao of Wood has been deduced to the extreme, or in other words, it has been deduced to the extreme of the world of Heaven, and there can no longer be any changes or derivation. His dead wood handprints are all withered and yellow, and a strong sense of silence spreads out. Countless monks seemed to see a vibrant world withering and collapse rapidly.

The Taoist rhyme spread, and the entire Canglan Mountain Mine Supervisor's radius wrapped in sword curtain was covered by this dead silence.

Countless monks were influenced by the deadly silence spreading from Chu Tian’s handprint. They inexplicably shed tears, as if they saw their most important person or thing being rapidly destroyed.

The skin of monks with weak cultivation and weak will quickly shrivel and shrink, and a large number of wrinkles appeared on their skin. Many beautiful female cultivators in their prime had a moist face as wrinkled as dehydrated apples.

The cultivators affected nearby were all like this. Luo Hu, who was the first to bear the brunt, was even more shocked. He raised his head in horror and looked at the big handprint that Chu Tian took. He seemed to have seen all things withered, the sky collapsed, the sea and the rocks rotten, and the stars fell...

All the declining scenes between heaven and earth appeared in front of Luo Hu. His body was trembling slightly, and his whole mind was controlled by this big hand seal. After all, he had obtained the inheritance of the Senluo Sword Emperor, and now he had only thirty-three kalpas of cultivation. Compared with Chu Tian's power of more than a thousand kalpas, the gap was far from the world.

He was controlled by Chu Tian’s big hand seal almost without any resistance. Everyone saw Luo Hu’s cheeks shriveling and withering, and appeared around countless times. Luo Hu’s tall and burly body suddenly stopped, and his tall waist was hunched down, just like an old man in his twilight years.

Life force passes rapidly, and the idea of ​​life is also dissipating rapidly.

Luo Hu's heart was silent, and he felt inexplicably depressed with thoughts turning into ashes. To put it bluntly, he didn't want to live anymore.

Let his life pass by. Luo Hu slowly raised his head, looked at Chu Tian’s big handprints expressionlessly, and a very sad smile appeared on the corner of his mouth - he muttered to himself, "There seems nothing worth savoring in this life'!

Seeing Luo Hu performing like this, countless monks cheered.

"Hu Dali" rolled up from the ground in a mess. When he saw Luo Hu's expression, "Hu Dali" couldn't help laughing out loud: "Which senior takes action? He did it beautifully! I will definitely make a sound to the top and give it a lot!"

In the sky, countless fragments of the Nether Gate's mother nest dragged thick smoke, fire and plasma, falling from the sky roaring. Countless fragments of the Nether Gate's body were mixed with downpours of blood and smashed down from the sky.

In the blood of the sky, "Tiger Dali" and countless monks laughed in unison. The sky and the earth were dark, and only Chu Tian's handprint emitted a strong withered yellow light, and the dead aura spread between the sky and the earth. This scene was extremely mysterious.

Suddenly, a terrifying sword light rose into the sky on Luo Hu's eyebrows, and a transparent figure rushed out from Luo Hu's eyebrows. The man held a three-foot short sword in his hand and slashed it out with a sword that was ten thousand feet long to tear the sky, shattering Chu Tian's bitter wood handprint into pieces with one sword.

The transparent figure floated above Chu Tian’s head, and the sword lights around him ripped apart, tearing apart apart apart apart apart apart apart apart apart apart apart apart apart.

The sword light is so sharp that it is extremely domineering, just like the Senluo Sword Domain floating in the air, giving people a strong sense of majesty that all things are not invaded and all evils are not close.

Luo Hu shivered suddenly, and he was completely controlled by the dead wood handprint and suddenly woke up. The desperate state of despair suddenly shattered. Countless rare treasures and countless pretty women appeared in front of Luo Hu's eyes again!

"Treasures, resources, women, food is delicious and spicy! I want to work! I want to work hard! I want to eat good food every day, drink good food, and I want to work a hundred women every day! Hahaha, you noble female cultivators, I want to fight you to death!"

Luo Hu's eyes were full of fierceness, and he roared hysterically, interpreting the unbearable face of a small rogue who exploded.

He grabbed the girl in red dress closest to him, and tore off most of her long skirt, revealing a large piece of snow-white and crystal flesh.

The girl in the red dress cried and shouted, Luo Hu laughed wildly, grabbed the girl's neck with both hands, grabbed her slender waist, and lifted her hard on her head.

"People travel thousands of miles just to seek wealth; who dares to resist, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!" Luo Hu shook violently the girl's slender and weak body, and laughed wildly.

Because of Luo Hu's loss of consciousness just now, the huge puppet legion around him was much slower in reaction.

Now Luo Hu suddenly broke away from the control of Chu Tian’s Dead Wood Handprint. Thousands of sword puppets hovering in the air roared in unison, and the sword lights in his hand swept up, and rushed towards Chu Tian with a roar.

It was still the strange but powerful sword formation, with sword lights overlapping together, and the power was twice, four times, eight times, and sixteen times. In the blink of an eye, a sword light that was tens of thousands of feet long and more than a hundred feet wide roared wildly and smashed down at Chu Tian in the craze.

Many casual cultivators around Chu Tian roared in unison, and the sword light was thousands of feet away from their bodies. The extinction of Senluo sword intent contained in the sword light blasted into their bodies, rushed into their souls, and destroyed their souls and bodies at the same time.

Tens of thousands of casual cultivators exploded, and balls of blood mist sprayed everywhere. Chu Tian was splashed with blood on his head and face, and a trace of blood hit him, as if small swords were stabbed on him, making a dense "dongdong" sound, just like a heavy rain in summer night hitting a banana tree.

Luo Hu's cultivation is not as good as Chu Tian, ​​but he is also a master in the realm of heaven and man. The puppet legion around him is extremely lethal. The aftermath emitted by a casual blow is not something these casual cultivators can bear.
Chapter completed!