Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai was like a proud and independent lion, looking down on the world. His figure was as tall as a pine tree, as majestic as a mountain, and as powerful as a surging river. He exuded a strong aura of bravery and fearlessness, as if everything in the world was under his control and no one could compete with him. In his determined eyes, there was a raging fire of war, which was hot and violent, as if it could burn all obstacles to ashes. His determination to pursue the victory was as indestructible as steel, shining brightly and gleaming with unwavering light.

He rushed forward with the force of thunder and lightning, like an arrow shot from a bow. His speed was so fast that it was like a bolt of lightning that pierced the darkness and tore through the night sky in an instant. In an instant, he appeared in front of Nirvana Taoist without any warning like a ghost. His figure was as fast as the wind, making people dazzled, as if his appearance was inevitable and arranged by fate.

He let out a deafening roar that pierced the clouds and cracked the rocks. This roar seemed to have the power to tear the sky apart, shaking the heavens and the earth. The sound was like rolling thunder, echoing in the valley, making people tremble with fear and their livers and gallbladders break. Wherever the sound waves reached, the rocks collapsed and the trees fell down, as if the whole world was shaking in this roar.

The sound was like thunder, echoing in the valley, making people tremble with fear. He gathered all his strength and punched with a fierce wind, like a mountain pressing down on one's head, smashing the Nirvana Taoist's head with a force of ten thousand kilograms. The power of this punch was so great that it shook the heavens and the earth, and the powerful force made the surrounding air seem to be distorted, making bursts of buzzing, as if the entire space was trembling under this powerful force. The air seemed to be ignited by this punch, rippling layer by layer, making people feel an incomparable sense of oppression.

The Nirvana Taoist felt as if he had been hit hard, and his body involuntarily stumbled back several steps. His face instantly turned as pale as paper, bloodless, and he covered his chest in pain. He felt a sweet and fishy taste in his throat, and a large mouthful of blood gushed out like a spring. The blood drew an arc in the air, like a sad rainbow, staining a large area of ​​the ground in front of him red. The shocking red spread on the ground, like a miserable painting, which made people unable to bear to look directly at it. The blood seeped into the ground, as if telling the pain and despair of the Nirvana Taoist.

However, Wang Xunhai did not stop there. His eyes were as cold as frost, revealing endless chill, as if he could freeze a person into ice in an instant. There was no mercy in his eyes, only cold killing intent, like a biting cold wind, stinging the soul of a person. He raised his fist full of destructive power again, and punched Nirvana Taoist several times in a row like a storm. Each punch contained endless anger in his heart, and that anger was like a burning flame, hot and violent, as if it wanted to burn Nirvana Taoist completely. The shadows of the fists crossed and fell on Nirvana Taoist like a storm, making a dull sound.

The Nirvana Taoist was completely helpless and could only passively endure the violent attacks. His body was shaky under the fierce attacks, as if he would fall down at any time. His body was trembling, and every attack made his pain worse, but he could not escape and could only endure the endless torture.

Then, Wang Xunhai's hands were like iron pliers, strong and powerful, tightly grasping Nirvana Taoist's shoulders. He exerted force suddenly, and with a horrifying crisp sound of "crack", Nirvana Taoist's shoulder was twisted off. The sound was particularly harsh in the silent valley, making people shudder, as if it was a declaration of death.

Then, he mercilessly grabbed Nirvana Taoist's arm and threw it towards the mountain next to him. With a loud "bang", Nirvana Taoist's body collided violently with the mountain, and the whole mountain trembled. The rocks on the mountain rolled down, making a rumbling sound, as if the mountain was groaning in pain.

The mountain seemed unable to withstand the huge impact and instantly collapsed. The broken rocks flew everywhere like meteors, and the smoke and dust filled the sky. The scene was like the end of the world, which made people tremble with fear. In the smoke and dust, the figure of Nirvana Taoist was looming, looking extremely small and fragile.

Nirvana Taoist tried to struggle to stand up from the ruins of the mountain, but before he could make any move, Wang Xunhai had already spread his wings like a roc, flying over with a nimble figure. There was a blazing flame in his eyes, and the flame seemed to burn everything in the world into ashes, hot and violent. He raised his fist again, and this time, mysterious purple lightning surrounded his fist, crackling, and the terrifying aura spread like a tide, making people shudder, as if facing a demon from hell.

Purple lightning danced on his fists like a dance of death, making people feel an irresistible fear.

Wang Xunhai shouted loudly, his voice was like a bell, resounding through the sky. The punch containing endless power was like a purple lightning that cut through the darkness. With the power to destroy everything, it slammed fiercely into the chest of Nirvana Taoist.

The fist whistled past, bringing with it a gust of wind that blew the surrounding sand and stones into the air. The sand and stones danced in the wind like a group of crazy spirits, adding a tragic color to this cruel battle.

There was only a dull sound, as if the death knell of hell was ringing, echoing in the silent valley for a long time. The Nirvana Taoist's chest was instantly sunken by the punch, and his whole body seemed to be torn apart by this powerful force. His body twitched violently and trembled involuntarily, like a candle in the wind, making a final futile struggle.

However, all this was in vain, and the fire of his life was quickly extinguished under Wang Xunhai's powerful attack. His eyes were full of despair and unwillingness, but all this could not change his fate.

Not long after, Nirvana's head tilted, the breath of life completely dissipated, his body became cold and stiff, and he died. His body lay there quietly, as if telling of his tragic fate.

Wang Xunhai looked at the body of Nirvana Taoist coldly, without any pity or sympathy in his eyes, as if he was looking at a worthless item. He snorted coldly, his voice full of disdain. He pulled out the spine of Nirvana Taoist effortlessly, his movements were skillful and cold. He said to himself: "My ginkgo whip was broken during the last battle with Emperor Chu. It just happened that I used this spine to repair the whip. It can be regarded as the last bit of value of Nirvana Taoist." His tone was flat and indifferent, as if all this was within his expectations. He was not moved at all by the death of Nirvana Taoist, as if it was just a trivial matter. There was no ripple in his eyes, as if all this was just a small episode in his life.