2129: C2129 Van'er's Terror

C2129 Van'er's Terror

1The Chunyang Finger had always been Ling Tian's trump card, whether it was in the lower realms or after he ascended.

It was originally a profound art and even Ling Tian would not choose to use it under normal circumstances.

But this time, it was different.

Fan Jing was tyrannical, the army was fighting. Ling Tian also thought, he wanted to finish this battle quickly.

Chunyang Finger was enough to shock the entire battlefield.

Those terrifying five fingers, spanned over thirty thousand meters within the Void.

His five fingers grabbed towards Fan Jing.

The terrifying Spiritual consciousness had locked onto it.

"Mm!?"

Seeing the Chunyang Finger that Ling Tian had summoned pressing down crazily, wherever it passed, space would collapse along with it.

Such a powerful ability also made Fan Jing surprised.

He was born in the Imperial Palace, and although he wasn't a big deal, he still looked down on the level of cultivation in the Chaos battlefield.

However, the current Ling Tian obviously could not be compared with the Chaos battlefield's Heaven's Pride.

For example, this Chunyang Finger, just now, was an absolute top grade divine ability in the Dark Emperor Palace.

"Lord of the Buddha!"

Fan Jing bellowed, she raised the staff in her hand and placed it in front of him.

Facing such a ferocious attack from Ling Tian, he could only block with all his might.

"Crack!"

However, when the Chunyang Finger descended, it shook his staff.

The frightening power caused Fan Jing's expression to change greatly.

Before he could even react, the Chunyang Finger had swallowed him up.

Boom! *

Three breaths of time later, Fan Jing was blasted out of the Chunyang Finger.

And the Chunyang Finger, had also exploded with a loud bang within the Void.

Ling Tian looked at Fan Jing.

But they never would have thought that Fan Jing truly did not die under the Chunyang Finger.

However, although he was not killed with a single finger, his cassock had been torn apart, and the Body was charred black.

Even his face was badly mangled and looked extremely hideous.

Even if he didn't die, he would be in an extremely sorry state.

Under Ling Tian's Chunyang Finger, unless it was the Immortal Lord's combat power, there was absolutely no other way to safely receive it.

"Hehe, Fan Jing, are you so mediocre?"

"Can you take my finger?"

Ling Tian floated on the battlefield and looked at Fan Jing.

"Hehe, this finger attack is indeed very strong!"

"But you still want to kill me. You're still overthinking it!"

"Dark, Buddha Transformation!"

Before he could finish his sentence, his shirt suddenly burst open, revealing a pitch-black, strong skin. An ancient Sanskrit was carved onto the surface of his skin. It was as big as a tattoo and was attached to half of his body.

That piece of Sanskrit was curving and twisting like a terrifying ghost.

Immediately after, a strange pattern appeared on his skin. The runes of the Sanskrit began to flow on his skin like the rays of a dark red Blood.

The evil aura completely transformed Fan Jing's original Buddha might into evil devilish might.

Now, Fan Jing had completely turned into a devil and was no longer a Buddha.

"This is …"

Such an evil scene caused the pupils of everyone on the battlefield to constrict.

After a long while, Fan Jing's body released a monstrous demonic light, and also started to wiggle strangely.

In the end, it had transformed into a demon body that was dozens of feet tall.

Surrounded by the thirty kilometers of demonic light behind him, Fan Jing could already see that it was close to the Immortal Lord s combat power.

"Ling Tian, this, is the true face of I, Fan Jing. Tremble!"

BOOM!

Boundless Devil Dao pressure suddenly swept out from the entire Gate to Immortality. Within the dense dark red devil light, everyone could also clearly see Fan Jing's body constantly changing.

Ka ka!

The sound of the Skeleton's muscles reassembling was extremely ear-piercing in this strange blood-red light.

The expressions of many people changed drastically. This scene was truly strange.

"So, this is Fan Jing's true appearance."

The group of Human Race Golden Immortals all frowned and asked.

Previously, Fan Jing was quite famous at the Han Mountain Temple. She was a holy monk that was hard to come across in a thousand years, able to behead demons and exterminate demons.

But now, seeing Fan Jing like that, even the Temple's monks could only shake their heads and say the title of Buddha.

After so many years, they were also tricked by Fan Jing.

"Ling Tian, I, Fan Jing, have been hiding in the Chaos battlefield for hundreds of years. I have been waiting for you in this Immortal Road for over a hundred years.

"Give up, Dark Emperor Palace will absolutely not allow you to enter the seven great Immortal State!"

Fan Jing turned into a devil body as she sneered.

"Very good, it's not bad if I can force your true body out. You wear my buddhist robe all day long, making it look defiled and defiled."

Ling Tian remained as still as a mountain.

BOOM!

Beneath the Gate to Immortality, a dense demonic light suddenly scattered in all directions. Fan Jing's tall demonic body walked out from the demonic light.

That figure was covered in black scales, and from afar, his body was covered with strange tattoos. The current Ling Tian looked as though he was an evil demon that had existed only in the ancient times, extremely terrifying.

"I didn't expect it to be able to force me to such a state. However, everything is about to come to an end!"

A scarlet light flashed past Fan Jing's eyes. She clenched both of her hands tightly, and felt the power that was surging to the point that she wanted to explode. The desire to kill and destroy began to surge crazily in her heart.

Right now, he had a combat power that was comparable to a Immortal Lord.

"Whiz!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the demonic tattoos on his body started to wiggle, and his body suddenly shook. In the midst of Void, a storm suddenly appeared.

The buddhist staff in his hand materialized once again, and smashed down towards Ling Tian.

"This time, let's see if your finger can still show off?"

Wherever the staff swept past, the Void collapsed.

This time, Fan Jing's sacred art had been reborn.

Just as the power of the staff was about to land on his body, Ling Tian snorted coldly. The dragon scales around his body suddenly rose and the wings on his back bloomed.

Thunder, immortal fire, Qi Sea Immortal Yuan, and the vigorous dragon race energy once again condensed into a finger that covered the sky, rushing forward to meet the attack.

The Primordial Yang Limitless had a strength that could break through ten thousand jin!

The big finger was like a comet, flashing as it shot out explosively.

The Chunyang Finger and the terrifying buddhist staff collided, and a berserk force was instantly released. However, this time, the previously invincible Chunyang Finger was now crumbling inch by inch.

As the immense force penetrated his body, the Void beneath Ling Tian's feet began to crack.

The Chunyang Finger was broken this time.

Under absolute strength, the Chunyang Finger was unable to create another miracle.

Unless Ling Tian could become a Golden Immortal, or if he could reach the second transformation of the Nine Transformations of the True Dragon and Nine Transformations of the True Dragons.

Ling Tian looked at his right arm, with one strike, blood had already seeped out from the cracks on it.

How terrifying, with Fan Jing's main body, she was able to gain a huge advantage in terms of cultivation.

Fan Jing was surprised, she never thought that Ling Tian would actually be able to block this scepter.

He never thought that Ling Tian, who was only at the peak of Fairy Immortal, would actually be able to block it.

The cultivation technique this fellow practiced was probably not simple at all.

That's right, if he was normal, normal, or had no fortuitous encounters, how could a small Human Race like him be the person that was chosen on the way there.

However, what about the next time he blocked it?

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