Chapter 1374 Despair!

Xie Wushang's headless corpse gradually turned into a phantom and dissipated, and the entire ninth floor of the Library Pavilion became quiet.

At this moment, Zhang Ziling was not in a hurry to catch those phantoms of Xie Wushang scattered everywhere, and just sat cross-legged on the ground like this.

Although Xie Wushang's behavior is still under Zhang Ziling's control, but...

What Xie Wushang did, in Zhang Ziling's view, was really amazing.

Just now Zhang Ziling tried to switch the positions of himself and Xie Wushang. When he was facing a great emperor in the eighth level of Tiangong Realm, there was absolutely no way for him to be intertwined like Xie Wushang.

And the reason why Xie Wushang failed now was because he underestimated Zhang Ziling's strength.

In other words, Xie Wushang didn't have any concept of the emperor's methods, otherwise...

Zhang Ziling believed that Xie Wushang could do it more simply and neatly than what he did now.

"As expected of the guy who used to play with the powerhouses of the entire Xuanxiao Continent in the palm of his hand... He has already performed so amazingly at such a young age." Zhang Ziling shook his head and chuckled, and he was more inclined to deal with Xie Wushang Erase the memory of Xie Wushuang.

Zhang Ziling has enough reasons to believe that as long as Xie Wushang is allowed to grow, sooner or later, Xie Wushang will become another evil emperor, break away from the long river of time, and become an eternal and immortal existence.

Zhang Ziling always felt a pity that such a good seedling was just a tool used by Xie Wushuang to spread the word and lead the way.

"How to choose...it's really annoying."

Zhang Ziling's voice echoed on the ninth floor of Zangshu Pavilion. Zhang Ziling, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, separated himself one by one and walked to various parts of Zangshu Pavilion.

Zhang Ziling will naturally know the tricks that Xie Wushang knows.

Zhang Ziling trampled one universe after another, and one after another Xie Wushang's body produced by Kunpeng's fission was also found and erased by Zhang Ziling.

At this moment, on the first floor of Zangshu Pavilion, Xie Wushang's body was hidden behind two tall bookshelves, watching Zhang Ziling's body walk by from the gap between the bookshelves, his whole body was already dripping with sweat.

Every body of Xie Wushang is closely related to the main body, Xie Wushang knows very well that they were caught.

Xie Wushang knows,

When Zhang Ziling finishes dealing with the small barriers and body he created, if he hasn't found a way to get out, it's time for his death.

Patting his drowsy brain hard, Xie Wushang drew an extremely complicated formation on the ground with his bloodstained fingers.

Xie Wushang's fen bodies were not only used to confuse the public, Xie Wushang also used those fen bodies to collide with the enchantment covering Zangshu Pavilion, so as to analyze the principle of this enchantment.

Zhang Ziling didn't use an overly complicated formation, and the enchantment that traps the Library Pavilion is also very simple, and because the enchantment is mainly to keep people from outside from entering, it is easier for people from inside to get out .

However, even if it is easier to go out from the inside, it is still relative to a saint.

For a guy like Xie Wushang who can burst out at the real martial arts level at most, it is basically impossible to force his way out.

After drawing the formation diagram completely, Xie Wushang could judge the strength of the formation at a glance.

Although the dao pattern that outlines this formation is very simple, it seems to be impeccable, as if there is no other way but to break it with strength.

"There is absolutely no formation without weaknesses in this world!" Xie Wushang bit his tongue, using severe pain to keep himself awake.

Not only resisting Zhang Ziling's imperial prestige, but also using too many imperial techniques in succession, it can be said that it is a miracle that Xie Wushang is still awake at this moment.

If it wasn't for Xie Wushang being the son of chaos and having the luck of heaven, Xie Wushang would have died suddenly by now.

The first floor of Zangshu Pavilion stores low-level weapons-->>

Therefore, the first floor is also the largest place in Zangshu Pavilion. There are more than 100,000 volumes of martial arts stored, which is extremely spacious.

Xie Wushang hid in a corner on the first floor, temporarily evading Zhang Ziling's fierce pursuit.

However, Xie Wushang's other avatars did not escape the fate of being caught, and lost contact with Xie Wushang's main body one after another.

Because of his mental weakness, Xie Wushang had to use paper to perform calculations, write and draw on the martial arts on the bookshelf, outline the Dao patterns of the formation, clarify the connections between them, and then find a Take the weak point that can be broken by one's own strength.

This matter is easy to say, but for Xie Wushang, it is extremely difficult.

Coupled with the fact that Xie Wushang had already fallen asleep at this moment, it undoubtedly made the current situation worse.

"How is it possible... why was he able to construct such a perfect formation in such a short period of time? Why is there no weak point?"

Calculating over and over again, the ground beside Xie Wushang was covered with papers, and Xie Wushang gradually turned from self-confidence to madness.

For Xie Wushang, analyzing the saint-level formation was already his limit.

If Xie Wushang is in a state of full energy now, Xie Wushang may be able to find the weak point of this formation.

But now, Xie Wushang's mind has become extremely dull, and Zhang Ziling humming a song all over his body to find him in the Library Pavilion has brought great pressure to him, Xie Wushang can hardly think anymore.

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Xie Wushang's body began to tremble slightly because of fear and despair.

"There is no hope... The enemy is too strong... I can't escape by myself. This is... a dead end!"

Slap!

The pen in Xie Wushang's hand fell feebly to the ground, and the ink spilled all over the floor, mingling with Xie Wushang's sweat and blood.

Xie Wushang looked at the densely packed drafts with some despair, and had completely given up resisting.

"How could I... escape?"

As the last body lost contact with him, Xie Wushang completely lost consciousness.

...

"Where is this?"

In a pitch-black and chaotic space, Xie Wushang's voice echoed all around.

Xie Wushang woke up from the darkness of nothingness, and found that his body riddled with holes had recovered to its original state, the feeling of drowsiness had completely disappeared, and his mental strength had returned to its peak state.

Xie Wushang suddenly remembered that he was still hiding in the Library Pavilion just now, racking his brains to escape, finally gave up and passed out.

"Am I... dead?"

Xie Wushang looked at his white palm with doubts in his eyes.

Xie Wushang was sure that he could not escape.

And Xie Wushang didn't know anything about what happened after he passed out.

Not entangled in the matter of whether he died, Xie Wushang looked around, but found that the surroundings were pitch black, only there was a little light beside him.

Xie Wushang tried to move forward, but the faint light beside him did not follow Xie Wushang.

In desperation, Xie Wushang walked back after being completely immersed in the darkness.

After probing for a long time, no matter what method Xie Wushang used... there was no way to get any response from the surrounding darkness and nothingness.

"Where... is this place?"

I don't know how long it took before Xie Wushang had to admit...

myself, trapped.