That sharp edge shot out from the immortal's secret treasure.
Not only did Jiang Chengzi mercilessly drown.
It also split open the defensive formation covering the lake.
The cold light is biting, but the remaining strength is not reduced, and then goes up to the ninth level of the sky.
The light suddenly appeared, and the vast Milky Way slowly opened up.
This is Immortal Slaughter!
The Immortal's full blow was enough to shake the sky.
Since Immortal Slaughter has appeared, it means that there is a real immortal weapon in the Immortal Treasure!
The immortal is dead, and the immortal weapon must have been nourished by the blood of the world before it could deliver that blow!
Such a terrifying blow, what an extraordinary magical weapon!
In the expectant eyes of everyone.
Within the Immortal Cang, a blurry dreamy golden light floated up again.
The moment he saw the golden light, there was a burst of exclamations outside the venue.
"Immortal's important weapon!"
"This is definitely the immortal weapon of the immortal!"
The light gradually became clearer, and everyone became more and more excited about it.
"The gilt red feather sword! This is the gilt red feather sword of Immortal Jingtong!"
"Back then Immortal Jingtong used it to chop down the lone star in the sky!"
"That's it!"
The Immortal's powerful weapon is enough to shake the general trend of an area.
With such temptation, how can practitioners remain unmoved.
As a result, a group of monks rushed to hide under the water.
At this moment, Ji Jiao, who was guarding near Xian Zang, suddenly retreated.
After retreating continuously, Ji Jiao wished he could grow eight legs.
Stay close...see clearly...
Although Ji Jiao is not very bright at the moment, his intuition is still sharp.
Ji Jiao was extremely sure that he had just seen a hazy figure.
That terrifying edge was not spontaneous at all!
But it was the one that the hazy figure slashed out with a knife!
When Ji Jiao retreated, cultivators had already swarmed in.
All the cultivators knew very well that the important weapon had appeared, and there was no point in hiding at this time.
When the time comes, the duck that has reached its beak will fly away, and the gain will outweigh the loss.
The aura was stirring, and each of the monks began to practice their special skills.
Carrying nine-colored rays of light and concealing the energy of wind, thunder and fire, it looks like the Nine Ming Fan, an immortal weapon.
And the identity of that person is naturally self-evident.
There was also Daxiu in black, his brows trembling, as if there was a terrifying light brewing inside.
As for the one carrying a long green wood sword, you could tell without looking that he was the old lady from the Evergreen Dao Sect.
Some people's energy and blood are surging, roaring like a dragon, and the physical body's energy and blood can actually be seen as the shadow of a dragon or snake.
Such a blood path looks like a demon but not a devil, so it is probably the bloodline of the Great Immortal.
……
Seeing the thieves coming one after another, the seriously injured eldest son Jingtong sneered.
In fact, strictly speaking, the eldest son of Jingtong is the grandson of the twin saints of the immortal.
Due to the Jingtong bloodline, his father died of old age.
If the cicada sheds too much, it will die in summer.
The cicada lives all summer.
This is the inevitable fate of Jingtong's bloodline.
Looking at the cave that is breathing divine light not far away.
The eyes of the eldest son Jingtong flickered.
"Despicable thief! Offend me, Jing Tong! Die!"
"With the blood of an immortal, how can I allow you to offend me!"
Sacrificing his quasi-immortal weapon, the eldest son once again summoned the immortal bloodline.
【Formation! Kill them all here today! 】
[After this battle, I want to make sure that there are no more aristocratic families in the East Jitianye! 】
【This battle! Unify the East Pole! 】
The foundation of Xianzhou is certainly attractive.
Set up a trap based on the background and kill the intruders in one fell swoop.
Maybe... Jingtong Xianzhou can really unify Dongji.
Especially at this moment, the great immortal continents are squeezing the blood of the holy continent for generations.
This also gave Jing the opportunity to unify Xianzhou and unify Dongji.
Of course, there are preconditions to all this.
The premise is that Jingtong Xianzhou can kill these thieves.
Can it be killed?
of course!
The thing inside the immortal treasure is the butcher's knife used to chop at these thieves!
The unstoppable sharp butcher knife!
……
Before Xianzang, all the cultivators used all their methods.
The Jiu Ming Fan was driven with all its strength, and the wind, thunder, and wind intertwined and flickered.
The Aoki Dao Sword turned into a long bridge.
There are also eyes that are piercing through yin and yang.
The sea of blood filled the air, and the ferocious blood shadow was extremely terrifying.
The spiritual energy of this place is stirring, and the vast lakeside is filled with steamy clouds in an instant.
Then, the cultivators saw the important weapon of Immortal Jingtong.
——[Golden Red Feather! 】
The thin blade looks like cicada wings.
The dark golden light looks like tassels adorning it.
The halo is flowing, blurred, and bright like clouds.
The Immortal Heavy Weapon is certainly eye-catching, but it is not the protagonist at this moment.
Because at this moment, this gilt red feather sword was in the hand of a man.
This person...is wearing an immortal's red feather robe.
Immortal Jingtong’s red feather robe!
The bloody robe is solemn and majestic, full of aura.
This robe is not something you can wear casually!
The ordinary prince of Xianzhou may not be able to wear such an immortal robe.
What frightened the cultivators even more was that this man's facial features were exactly the same as Jing Tong's portrait!
Isn't the immortal dead? Could it be that the Immortal Slaughter just now was not an Immortal Weapon's spontaneous act, but an Immortal's Royal Weapon?
While the cultivators were horrified, some people noticed something was wrong.
"No! This person is not Immortal Jingtong!"
"He doesn't have the Eye of the Great World! His aura only has the Eight Cauldrons!"
"Fake immortals should be damned! The fake immortals who have taken away the magical tools of real immortals should be damned even more!"
"We should eliminate harm for the immortals!"
"We are defending the immortal orthodoxy!"
In just a few words, the situation on the field was once again reversed.
No one cares whether he is a Jingtong Immortal or not.
What they care about is the words Bading and Immortal Weapon.
What about immortals?
If you don’t have enough magic power, you will die!
With his thoughts clear, the attacks of the cultivators became a little more fierce.
Then, the man with the knife in Xianzang moved.
His eyes were cold and his figure was turning around.
The sword split open the long Aoki Avenue.
The Qingmu Dao Sword passed down from the ancestors of the Evergreen Dao Sect was cut off directly.
The sword was broken and the man died. Prince Changqing's head was thrown up high, and he died with his eyes closed.
The immortal's important weapon, the gilded red feather, turned sharply, and then slashed towards the vast sea of blood.
Withstanding the attack of the shadow of the bloody sea beast, the sharp edge cut across his eyes and penetrated the blazing sun.
Red Feather Immortal Robe, the blade is flowing, and the Eight Cauldrons drink hatred!
The sword flashes, the bloody killing is extremely dazzling!
Finally, the red feather blade pointed directly at the Jiu Ming Fan.
Looking at that terrifying red figure, Duke Dong Lin of the Kong family lost his composure at all.
Donglin Gong of the Kong family was the honorific title given to the head of the Kong family after he retired.
Dong Lin Gong's energy and blood have not aged yet, so it is not surprising that he appears here.
Facing the bloody robe, Dong Linggong directly activated the immortal weapon.
The Jiu Ming Fan was given to the Fairy Queen by Immortal Jingtong.
Later, the Fairy Queen gave it to Kong.
Therefore, even if Donglin Gong didn't have access to the Jiuding, he could rely on the blood of the Kong family to activate the Nine Ming Fan, an immortal weapon.
Without any hesitation, Dong Linggong used all his strength to directly hit Immortal Strike.
As the Jiu Ming Fan trembled, the roaring black wind carried the thunderous death fire, almost sweeping across the entire sky!
The vast lake turned into a cracked and dead land, and all the surrounding green mountains collapsed.
But even so, Dong Linggong's pupils were still narrowed and he did not dare to relax at all.
In a daze, Dong Linggong thought of his old father who had passed away.
The previous generation, Duke Donglin, died in an ambush by a hostile family.
And behind that ambush, there was actually Jingtong Xianzhou secretly fueling the fire.
Jingtong's bloodline is not prosperous, so they will also deliberately reduce the power of the family in order to maintain the balance in the east pole.
When old Dong Lin was around, he always liked to say this.
【My child. 】
[The difference between Bading and Bading is huge. 】
[For some of the Eight Cauldrons, Heaven only allows them to cultivate to the Eight Cauldrons. 】
[And some Bading monks, their limit is the Bading. 】
[The gap between Bading and Bading is even greater than the gap between humans and dogs. 】【Child, today you advance to the Eight Cauldrons, you must remember...】
【Eight tripods are competing, so be careful and don't slack off. 】
Thoughts were floating around, and Dong Linggong already wanted to quit.
Immediately afterwards, Dong Linggong saw the sharp edge cutting straight through the black wind.
His pupils suddenly dilated, and in a hurry, Dong Linggong directly blocked the immortal weapon Jiu Ming Fan in front of him.
Thousand-year-old Wu Wu was cut into fan bones, and the gorgeous fan surface was made from the natal feathers of nine Jiuding birds.
The nine-colored feathers exaggerate each other, and their spiritual energy floats, just like a brilliant scroll of mountains and rivers wandering around.
Then, Duke Dong Lin saw a thin blade glowing with golden light.
The sharp edge pierced the fan and then pierced his chest.
At this moment, Dong Lin Gong's spiritual veins were ruthlessly crushed.
Not only the spiritual veins, but the physical energy, blood, and divine soul aura were all suppressed by the terrifying aura.
At the moment of shock, Dong Linggong saw a pale hand covering the Nine Bright Fan, an immortal weapon, bit by bit.
In that instant, Dong Linggong lost control of the Jiu Ming Fan.
The whole process was extremely smooth.
just like……
It was as if the man wearing the red feather fairy robe was the owner of the Jiu Ming Fan.
This person... has a much closer relationship with Immortal Queen Jingtong than the Kong family!
When he was shocked, the man's voice rang in Dong Linggong's ears.
[The birds near Kong in the east offend the immortals. 】
[Take back the Jiu Ming Fan, and you can go back and kill yourself. 】
Looking at those cold eyes right in front of him, Dong Lin Gong's blood ran cold.
At this moment, he could not guess the identity of the person in front of him.
Holy Son of Jingtong! The bloodline of the Fairy Queen!
Those twins!
The twins named after the Immortal World Number.
Si Jing, Si Tong, Tianzong's posture, the immortal's beloved son!
With his soul trembling and his throat raging, Duke Donglin bowed and fled.
Almost in an instant, the situation in Dahu was calmed down.
Except for Dong Lin Gong who escaped, the rest of the Bading were almost unilaterally massacred.
The twin saints of the immortals, plus the natal immortal weapon of the immortal Jingtong.
Such a result is also reasonable.
But who knows the cost?
Looking around the battlefield with cold eyes, the pale man finally looked at Senzangou.
Wrapped in the blood of the world, his brother has not yet fully awakened.
There was silence here, and just when the Jingtong bloodline was about to greet Jingzu, something strange happened again.
A burst of crazy laughter rose with the wind and reached the sky.
This smile is frivolous and lawless.
"Hahahahahaha!"
"Who am I? It turns out to be Jing Tong's son! Si Jing or Si Tong?"
"I thought it was Jingtong Immortal himself who came. It almost scared me to death."
"Immortal Jingtong really loves you two brothers. He actually gave you the opportunity."
"That's okay! That's okay! That's okay! It seems like I have good luck!"
Hearing the sound and looking over, Si Jing's pupils suddenly condensed.
Wherever he looked, he saw Jiang Chengzi with a smile on his face.
Jiang Chengzi, who had taken a blow from Immortal Slaughter, was not dead yet.
Not only was he not dead, he was also very angry and had an arrogant look on his face.
Behind Jiang Chengzi stood Ji Jiao with complicated eyes.
Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar senior brother in front of him, Ji Jiao felt quite uneasy.
Is this still his honest and responsible senior brother Shoucheng?
How come Senior Brother Shoucheng from Qinglong Mountain became like this as soon as he came out of the mountain?
Maybe...this is the real Jiang Chengzi?
Bold and spontaneous.
Back then, this guy even reached out to the Supreme Immortal!
The country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change!
……
Looking at Jiang Chengzi below, Si Jing held the [Gilted Red Feather], and then sacrificed the [Jiu Ming Hole Fan] behind him.
He controls the black wind, drives thunder, lightning, and fireworks, and holds a piece of golden edge.
Prince Jingtong's blood robe adorned his body, and he looked as bright as an immortal descended into the world.
Faced with such a prince Jingtong, Jiang Chengzi was not weak.
From the day he walked out of Qinglong Mountain, Jiang Chengzi had no way of looking back.
He wants to find his own path to transcendence, and he wants to be truly transcendent in this world!
Not to mention the son of an immortal, the immortal is here in person.
Jiang Chengzi can’t retreat either!
How can we retreat from the great world war?
If you withdraw from this, will you still dare to fight in the future?
Slowly raising his head and looking at Prince Si Jing in the sky, Jiang Chengzi smiled.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty... whether you believe it or not..."
"I... got the apocalypse... the real apocalypse."
"What I see! Beyond the immortals!"
"He told me that the age of immortals and demons has come to an end."
"The master of the future...his name is Daojun!"
Holding the [Golden Red Feather] in his hand, Prince Si Jing looked deeply.
With his sharp edge, Prince Si Jing's tone was cold.
"Boldly rebel against cultivation and disobey the immortals. Death is not a pity."
Before he finished speaking, the prince took a knife and chopped it down boldly.
The golden light was piercing across the mountains and rivers, and it was simply terrifying.
At the same time, Jiang Chengzi also showed his way.
Three thousand ways of refining qi, all turn into blue dragon qi.
The clear air is like smoke, curling up, as if it can reach the sky.
When the green energy flowed back, Jiang Chengzi's big hand suddenly reached into his chest.
Holding the backbone of Dao firmly, wisps of green energy gradually gathered in Jiang Chengzi's palm.
Bit by bit, a long sword of green energy slowly took shape.
The long sword was straight, with three thousand Daoist inscriptions flashing on it.
Although there is no blessing from destiny.
But at this moment, Jiang Chengzi exuded an extremely terrifying aura.
That is the aura of invincibility!
Jiang Chengzi’s Taoism, Taoism, and even life!
All on this sword!
Holding the Qinglong Dao Sword in his hand, Jiang Chengzi's eyes were shining brightly.
"Refining Qi together! I am the Taoist Master!"
Facing the vast golden light pouring down.
Jiang Chengzi swung his sword, and the whole world was darkened.
Boundless darkness, the green air dispersed, the golden light disappeared, and there was no sound.
After one blow, the two stopped their attacks at the same time.
Si Jing, the legitimate son of Immortal Jing Tong, stood out of thin air. He seemed to be recalling Jiang Chengzi's sword just now.
Jiang Chengzi waved to Ji Jiao to leave. Looking at Jiang Chengzi's retreating back, no one in Jingtong Xianzhou dared to stop him.
They were waiting for the order from the immortal's son, but unfortunately, Si Jing did not respond for a long time.
Not long after escaping, Jiang Chengzi's eyes twitched, he vomited a large mouthful of blood, and then fell headlong.
Fortunately Ji Jiao caught him, otherwise Jiang Chengzi would have fallen to death.
After much hesitation, Ji Jiao still carried Jiang Chengzi on his back and fled away.
Ji Jiao doesn't dare to bet. Who knows if Jiang Chengzi is testing him?
After Jiang Chengzi and the two escaped, Si Jing also walked towards the Immortal's Secret Cang little by little.
Deep in the Immortal's Secret Hidden, there is still a great blood seal.
Deep in the blood seal is Si Tong.
With every step he took, Si Jing's face turned pale.
"Jingzu! What's wrong with you! Jingzu!"
The voices of Jing Tong's immortals rang out, and Si Jing's body collapsed.
[Jiu Ming Hole Fan] fell aside, and [Golden Red Feather] suddenly dimmed.
Little by little, the light in Si Jing's eyes gradually dimmed.
until completely extinguished.
……
In Jingtong Shituo City, Xia Ming came to the city to take charge.
Inside the city lord's pavilion, Xia Ming looked at the little donkey in front of him with suspicion.
【Quack! Quack! Quack! 】
[What a big pot, what do you want me to do? Gua! 】
【Quack quack! What a big pot! You look so handsome with your bald head! 】
Lifting the donkey's ears, Xia Ming looked at the guy's evasive eyes suspiciously.
"Little donkey..."
"Did you steal something?"
Shaking his head wildly, the little donkey's head kept shaking.
【What a big pot! 】
[I have a stutter, how can I forget you? 】
【Quack quack! Gua! 】
At the same time, Bone Burial Sea Dianshan and the old scholar also noticed something was wrong.
Touching his pockets and patting his head, the old scholar began to torture his soul.
"Where is the toad that stepped on my horse?" (End of Chapter)
