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"Kill!"

As he shouted, Gong Yile's face flushed red, his hands trembling as he took out the finger technique with great difficulty.

Immediately, within one kilometer of the area that they were in, the majestic Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth began to roll, and many cicada wing knife began to fight each other to form.

In the blink of an eye, over a thousand cicada wing knife appeared and formed a blade dragon that was over ten meters long. It was densely packed, and it covered the sky as it swept towards Jiang Tian.

"cicada wing knife, absolute kill, a thousand cicadas!"

This was a direct Arcane Art of the Gong Family. The goal was to change from quantity to quality and to win with more than one cicada wing knife. A single cicada wing knife was enough to kill all of the Grandmaster of Perfection Stage, not to mention there were over a thousand of them.

Master Wu Chen's lips moved quickly as he chanted a buddhist incantation and took out a golden alms bowl.

Clang!

Once the alms bowl was placed, it immediately rose into the air and flew above Jiang Tian, releasing tens of thousands of buddhist light from its mouth, giving off a sense of righteousness and majesty.

Among them, there was a secret scripture curse flickering, every word was dense, as though it was carved from Gold, it went towards Jiang Tian to suppress him.

"The most precious treasure of the Potala Palace, the golden alms bowl!"

"It is actually in the hands of Master Wu Chen!"

Some people who knew him had their eyes wide open as they exclaimed loudly.

The origin of the treasure was huge, it was created by a living Buddha of the Qing Dynasty using the means of the Mizon, and it was also refined by a few reincarnated living Buddha and the High Monk for a hundred years, it contained a great ambition, great virtue, great wisdom, and overflowing mana!

In these hundred years, the High Monk of the Budala Palace used this treasure to defeat demons and eliminate devils.

"Chi!"

Situ Yuanhao's face turned cold, killing intent flashed past his cold eyes, like a crazy gambler. He slapped his pars dorsalis, and spat out a three inch long sword.

This sword was dark red like blood, and it had a bloody, demonic aura. On it were engravings of complicated patterns.

The little sword paused in the air for a moment, then suddenly became larger, like a blood rainbow piercing through the sun, it pulled out a strange hiss and rushed towards Jiang Tian.

This was the Lin Family's Blood Sword Art, it was similar to the Mount Shu's method of using blood to nourish the sword, and turning it into a life sword at the same time.

However, his sword reigning technique was clearly much stronger than Bai Tianlei's Peak of Divine Stage. When the sword was used, its speed was close to the speed of sound.

"Brother Si Tu, you have to be careful, Jiang Taichu is not easy to deal with ?"

Seeing that Situ Yuanhao had even taken out his life blood sword, Chen Anping was shocked. With a wave of his hand, he formed ten of his jade green little swords, which he placed in front of him, ready to attack.

"Whiz!"

Indeed, Jiang Tian flicked his finger.

A ray of finger light turned into a golden ray of light, sharp to the extreme, and pierced through the "thousand cicadas" Gong Yile had condensed with a force that could tear through rotten wood.

Crack! Crack!

The sound of the cicada wing knife shattering became one.

The cicada wing knife shattered into pieces like paper and then exploded as if it was uncontrollable. With the complete cicada wing knife in its mouth, it formed a huge wave that flew around randomly.

"How is this possible!"

Seeing that the golden finger light had reached the center of his brows in a blink of an eye, Gong Yile's face was filled with shock and panic, his eyes popping out of their sockets.

As he retreated like a meteor, he waved his hands and pulled out seven to eight artefact s to protect his body. He also summoned the protective qi s to block this sharp attack.

In the Republic Period, the nine towers was on par with the Blue House, the Hongmen and the Qing Gang. They had been suppressing the Hong Kong, the Treasure Islands and Macao for a long time.

These artefact were all extremely powerful, and every single one of them were capable of resisting and firing cannons. They were in no way inferior to the Gong Yuyi's protective artefact.

He had already been in the Peak of Divine Stage for many years, and his Peak of Divine Stage had risen to a whole new level, to the point where he was even slightly stronger than the Gong Yuyi and Bai Tianlei.

But under Jiang Tian's many refined Small Black Flying Sword, whether it was the heaven opposing artefact or the protective qi, they all exploded in an instant.

The Gengjin Finger light was like a golden lightning bolt, piercing through the heads of many artefact s, and right after it went through their heads, their heads exploded like rotten watermelons.

Amidst the bloody mist in his brain, his body instantly turned into a bag of bones. He was so haggard that he looked like a dried up corpse.

The Blood Essence s all over his body spouted out of his neck. After a series of rolls, they were all sucked out by the Gengjin Finger. Furthermore, it seemed that even the Spirit had not escaped, and was engulfed by the Gengjin Finger Light in the blink of an eye.

One finger killed the Peak of Divine Stage, and both body and soul were destroyed!

"The might of one finger is actually this terrifying!"

Seeing that, many people were scared, their body releasing cooling air s.

In an instant, the expressions of many of the Wudang s and the helping hands of the semi-hidden sect s changed drastically as cold sweat madly flowed down their faces, as if they had seen a demon god.

Gong Yile, ah, that was someone from the same generation as Ye Tianren.

But at this time, he was actually killed by one of Jiang Tian's finger! This was simply like a fairy tale, simply too inconceivable.

"Jiang Taichu's Cultivation Level is simply advancing at a tremendous pace in a single day!" Some people's foreheads were dripping with cold sweat.

Everyone still remembered that just over a year ago, Jiang Tian had met with an extremely tough opponent with Peak of Divine Stage.

But now, he could easily crush them.

's overflowing Cultivation Level was scary, but what was even more terrifying was that it kept growing, increasing at a rapid pace!

Even Zhang Qianlei was secretly speechless, thinking that if he were to face Jiang Tian's finger attack, he would definitely not be able to break it.

Clang!

At this moment, when Wu Chen's golden alms bowl was pushed down, it had an earth-shattering buddhist power.

It was like a Buddha taking down the Five Fingers Mountain.

The numerous palaces underneath Jiang Tian were struck, and with a loud crash, they collapsed. Smoke and dust billowed, and the air currents were blown away.

The ground that was paved with thick green slabs of stone cracked and caved in, forming a huge pit with a radius of ten meters and a depth of over one meter.

"Hehe, seizing the Mizon's buddhist treasures, transforming the High Monk's spiritual force into your own use, borrowing external strength like this, in the end, is still a small path!"

However, the overbearing Jiang Tian looked at him with disdain. His long black hair fluttered in the wind like a waterfall and his clothes flapped. It was obvious that he still had some strength left in him.

The current him was bathed in ten thousand golden buddhist lights. His entire body was radiating brilliance, and he appeared calm and relaxed. It was truly as if a god had descended upon him.

Clang!

Jiang Tian was simple and straightforward as he punched his fist towards the sky.

The god-like Gengjin Divine Fist that contained the Dao Pattern shot out like the Projectile, crushing the golden alms bowl to pieces in an instant.

Under Jiang Tian's punch, whether it was the overflowing Buddhist light's power, or the secret scriptures and scriptures, even the alms bowl itself, shattered in an instant, turning into fragments and dancing in the air.

"What?"

"This kid is too strong!" Run! "Hurry up and run!"

When Master Wu Chen saw this, he was so scared that his soul almost left his body, as if he was looking at a Demons.

The magical equipment was damaged, and he had no other powerful technique.

Just as he wanted to retreat, Jiang Tian had already taken a step into the air, and her jade white palm slapped the air.

BOOM!

A golden Giant Palm that was over ten meters long descended from the sky, smashing towards Master Wu Chen.

This golden Giant Palm was surrounded by many Dao Pattern's secret curses, releasing tens of thousands of golden lights. They were bright and dazzling, as though it was carved by a Gold, and the lines on its palm were clearly visible.

Just like how the Buddha from the? Western Travelling to the Demons? had slapped down the Giant Palm towards monkey Sun, being able to urge the city with one palm and shaking the mountains with one finger.

This was one of the unique characteristics of Late Qi Cultivating Stage. It's cultivation technique was in harmony with the Heavenly Dao, and with just a wave of one's hand, it could form Dao Pattern, absorbing Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth in an endless stream, allowing its offensive and damaging prowess to increase unceasingly.

"My life is over!"

Seeing this, Master Wu Chen was so shocked that he went berserk, and suddenly shattered all the Heavenly Jewel Bracelet on his wrist.

Immediately, countless golden runes shot out, filling the air with Buddhist light, in the blink of an eye forming eight thick and heavy defensive barriers.

The Heavenly Jewels were extremely rare Nine-eyed Elephant Heroes, with over a thousand years of history and heritage.

Furthermore, after going through the support of several of the great achievements of the Mizon's Buddhist Sect, he had carved countless protective seals on him.

Every single spell was deeply profound in power, and they were able to withstand an artillery attack. The Missile would then shoot out explosively, and there would be so many spells.

Master Wu Chen believed that even if it was a strike from the Human Immortal, the Heavenly Jewel would at least be able to protect him for a short period of time.

But the ideal was very full, and the reality was very hard.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Amidst muffled explosions that sounded like the explosions of Projectile s, the eight Light Shield exploded one after another.

Pa ji!

Master Wu Chen could no longer withstand the berserk pressure and fell to the ground like a toad.

Even if he struggled and roared crazily, or activated the buddhist abhijna, trying to stop it, it would be useless.

In just a single breath's time.

"Boom!"

The golden Giant Palm crashed down like Mt. Tai, smashing his Unbreakable Body into a meat paste and sinking a few meters into the ground.

Rolling blood, broken bone s, muscle fibers, and visceral fragment emerged from between his fingers.

"Hiss ?!"

"Master Wu Chen who is unstoppable and invincible, whose might shook the entire Tibetan region, and who is known as the one who is not known as Karakorum and has no one to contend with, died just like that?"1

Everyone present sucked in a breath of cold air, their eyes filled with shock and fear. They didn't dare to believe it.

However, everything before his eyes was truly incomparable, and he was unable to refute it.

Jiang Tian only needed one finger, one fist, and one palm to kill the two Peak of Divine Stage s.

Although he revealed the Small Black Flying Sword, he did not use it at all.

From beginning to end, he had only relied on the pure strength of his Vital Spirit and flesh to kill, without any sort of trick.

At that moment, Situ Yuanhao's sword had already arrived.

At this time, his sword had already been infused with countless of Blood Essence s, reaching a length of 30 feet, just like a blood rainbow.

On it, a bloody aura surged, Sword Glow were like tides, and the sword intent was like an ocean.

In the sky, dark clouds roiled, lightning flashed, thunder rumbled, and the energy of heaven and earth restlessly stirred.

This blood-colored magic sword was like a bloody dragon that could cut through the nine heavens in anger. It crossed several hundred meters in an instant, and its frightening aura already shook the heavens and earth.

"What a powerful strength!"

"His killing intent is extremely terrifying!"

When all the strong person present saw this, their expressions changed. Even Zhang Qian Lei had a look of worry on his face.

"Humph!" Jiang Taichu, even if you are the Human Immortal's Cultivation Level, and are extremely talented, when you meet this old man's Blood Congealing Method and sword, you would want to drink it all on the spot! "

"In the past, this old man shall personally instruct all of Father Sun Wen's personal guards to pass them down to the Martial Arts!"

"This old man and the rest of the nation's father were happily chatting and drinking, and even Ye Tianren's Cultivation Level is not much different from this old man's!"

"You brat, even if you have some dog shit luck and power, how could you be my opponent?"

Situ Yuanhao clenched his teeth and roared, his white hair flying in the air.

After taking out ninety percent of the Blood Essence, his face was shriveled, his skin dried up and his hair turned a lot whiter. He looked as if he had aged ten years in an instant, but his eyes were abnormally excited and filled with a cruel and bloodthirsty aura.

This was the Blood Essence's technique from the Human Immortal. It was activated to the limit and raised to the highest level, completing the task in one go.

Situ Yuanhao was confident that this strike could easily kill the Half-step Worldly Immortal.

Even if they were both from Human Immortal, when they met with such a crazy method of fighting, they would still not be a match.

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