Chapter 677: Killing Two Gods in a Row, Shocking the World

"Kill!"

Gong Yile's face flushed red as he shouted, his hands trembling as he made a difficult gesture.

Suddenly, within a kilometer around him, the majestic spiritual energy of heaven and earth rolled, and cicada-wing flying knives condensed one after another.

In an instant, thousands of cicada-wing flying knives appeared, forming a knife dragon more than ten meters long, densely packed, covering the sky and the sun, sweeping towards Jiang Tian.

"Cicada-wing flying knives, a sure kill, a thousand cicadas!"

This is the Gong family's secret technique, which pursues quantitative change to qualitative change, winning with more, a cicada-wing flying knife can kill a master of the realm of transformation, not to mention that there are thousands of them, such a huge volume.

Master Wuchen's lips moved quickly, silently chanting the secret Buddhist mantra, and offering a golden bowl.

Clang!

This bowl suddenly soared into the air and flew above Jiang Tian, ​​and the mouth of the bowl bloomed with thousands of Buddha lights, which actually had a kind of upright, majestic and magnificent charm.

There were scriptures and secret spells flashing in it, and each word was solemn, as if carved from gold, suppressing Jiang Tian.

"The treasure of the Potala Palace, the golden bowl!"

"It's in the hands of Master Wuchen!"

Some people who knew it had their eyes wide open and exclaimed loudly.

This treasure was very important. It was made by a living Buddha in the Qing Dynasty using Tantric methods. After a hundred years of sacrifice and refinement by several reincarnated living Buddhas and monks, it contains great ambitions, great merits, great wisdom, and great power!

For a hundred years, the monks of the Potala Palace used this treasure to subdue demons and monsters, and they were always successful.

"Shh!"

Situ Yuanhao's face was stern, and his cold eyes flashed with murderous intent. Like a crazy gambler, he slapped the back of his head and spit out a three-inch long small sword.

This sword was as red as blood, with a bloody and strange breath, and it was engraved with complex patterns.

The small sword paused slightly in the air, and then suddenly became larger, like a blood rainbow piercing the sun, pulling out a strange roar, and quickly killed Jiang Tian.

This is the blood sword technique of the Lin family, which is similar to the Shushan technique of nourishing the sword with blood to form the natal magic sword.

But his sword-raising and sword-controlling technique is obviously much stronger than Bai Tianlei, who is at the peak of the divine realm. Once the magic sword is out, the speed is close to the speed of sound.

"Brother Situ, you have to be careful, Jiang Taichu is not easy to deal with..."

Seeing that Situ Yuanhao even sacrificed his natal blood sword, Chen Anping was shocked. He waved his hands and condensed dozens of green and oily small swords, which were displayed in front of him, ready to go.

Whoosh!

Sure enough, Jiang Tian flicked his finger.

A finger light turned into a golden stream of light, which was extremely sharp and pierced through the "Thousand Cicadas" condensed by Gong Yile with a crushing force.

Crack! Crack!

The sound of the cicada wing flying knife breaking into pieces.

The cicada wing flying knives were shattered as if they were made of paper, and then exploded uncontrollably, with intact cicada wing flying knives in the air, forming rolling waves and flying wildly.

"How is it possible!"

Seeing the golden finger light coming to his forehead in the blink of an eye, Gong Yile's face was shocked and panicked, and his eyes almost popped out.

While retreating like a meteor, he waved his hands and feet in a panic, pulling out seven or eight magic weapons to protect his body, and gushing out the body protection qi to block this sharp attack.

During the Republic of China period, the Nine-Layered Pagoda could keep pace with the Blue Shirt Society, the Hongmen, and the Green Gang. In recent years, it has suppressed Hong Kong Island, Formosa Boulevard, and Macau, and has plundered as much as possible. The foundation has not decreased but increased, and it is quite deep.

These magic weapons are powerful, and each one can withstand artillery explosions, which is no less than the body protection magic weapon of Gong Benyuanyi.

He has reached the peak of the divine realm for many years, and has sublimated to the extreme, and is even three points stronger than Gong Benyuanyi and Bai Tianlei.

But under Jiang Tian's little black flying sword, which had been sacrificed many times, the heaven-defying magic weapon and the protective qi all exploded in an instant.

The Gengjin finger light was like a golden lightning, piercing through many magic weapon light shields and protective qi, and then passed through his head, and the whole head exploded like a rotten watermelon.

In the flying brain and blood mist, the body instantly became skin and bones, withered like a mummy.

The blood and essence of the whole body spurted out from the neck cavity, and after a tumble, it was completely drained by the Gengjin finger light. And it seemed that even the soul did not escape, and was swallowed by the Gengjin finger light in the blink of an eye.

One finger killed the peak of the God Realm, and the body and soul were destroyed!

"The power of one finger is so terrifying!"

Seeing this scene, many people were frightened and shivered.

In an instant, the faces of many Wudang disciples and the helpers of the semi-hidden sect who were watching the battle changed drastically, and cold sweats flowed wildly, as if they had seen a demon.

Gong Yile, that's a person of Ye Tianren's generation, a veteran at the peak of the God Realm, and more famous than Wang Zhongyan.

But at this moment, he was killed by Jiang Tian with one finger! This is just like a myth, too incredible.

"Jiang Taichu's cultivation is advancing by leaps and bounds!" Someone's forehead was covered with big drops of cold sweat.

Everyone still remembers that just over a year ago, Jiang Tian had a hard time fighting Bai Tianlei and Hao Hongmei, who were at the peak of the God Realm.

But now, he can easily crush them.

Jiang Tian's monstrous cultivation is indeed terrible, but what's more terrible is that he has been growing and improving rapidly!

Even Zhang Qianlei secretly smacked his lips, thinking that if he faced Jiang Tian's finger, he would definitely not be able to break it.

Clang!

At this time, Wuchen's Qinjin bowl pressed down, and there was actually a kind of Buddhist power that could destroy the world.

It was like the Buddha taking down the Five Finger Mountain.

I saw that the many palaces below Jiang Tian were the first to bear the brunt, and they collapsed with a loud bang, smoke and dust billowed, and the air waves were emptied.

The ground paved with thick bluestone was cracked and dented, forming a large pit with a radius of ten meters and a depth of more than one meter.

"Haha, to seize the treasure of the Tantric Buddhism and use the spiritual power of the monks for your own use, borrowing external forces in this way is ultimately a small path!"

But Jiang Tian, ​​who was under tremendous pressure, looked contemptuous, his long black hair flew like a waterfall, and his long clothes rustled, obviously he still had some strength to spare.

At this moment, he was bathed in thousands of golden Buddha lights, his whole body was shining, and he was calm and relaxed, just like a god descending.

Bang!

Jiang Tian was simple and straightforward, punching the sky.

A Gengjin divine fist containing Taoist patterns, like a cannonball, instantly smashed the Qinjin bowl to pieces.

Under Jiang Tian's punch, the overwhelming Buddha light and wish power, the secret mantra scriptures, and even the bowl itself, all shattered in an instant, turning into fragments flying in the air.

"What?"

"This kid is too strong! Run! Run quickly!"

Master Wuchen was so scared when he saw this, as if he had seen a demon.

The magic weapon was damaged, and he had no stronger means.

Just as he was about to retreat, Jiang Tian had already stepped into the air, and his jade-white palm slapped in the air.

Boom!

A golden giant palm over ten meters long fell from the sky and slapped towards Master Wuchen.

This golden giant palm, surrounded by many Dao patterns and secret spells, burst into thousands of golden lights, shining brightly, dazzling, and so condensed and real that it seemed to be carved from gold, and the palm patterns were clearly visible.

Just like the Buddha in "Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons" slapped a giant palm towards Sun Wukong, he could urge the city with one palm and shake the mountain with one finger.

This is the characteristic of the late stage of Qi training. The skills are in line with the way of heaven. With every move, you can condense Dao patterns, continuously absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and continuously increase the lethality of the attack.

"My life is over!"

Seeing this, Master Wuchen was horrified and shattered all the Dzi beads on his wrist.

Suddenly, countless golden spells burst out, and the Buddha's light filled the air, forming eight condensed and heavy defensive shields in the blink of an eye.

These Dzi beads are extremely rare nine-eyed Zhangxiong Dzi beads, with a profound heritage of thousands of years, and an extremely ancient and vicissitudes of inheritance.

And they have been blessed by several great monks in the Tantric Buddhism, and countless protective mantras have been engraved.

Each mantra is powerful and can withstand artillery attacks and missile explosions, not to mention so many mantras.

Master Wuchen believes that even if a human immortal attacks, the Dzi beads can at least protect him for a moment.

But ideals are full, and reality is very skinny.

"Bang bang bang!"

In the muffled sound like a cannon explosion, the eight light shields burst one after another.

Snap!

Master Wuchen could no longer bear the violent pressure and fell to the ground like a toad.

Even if he struggled and roared frantically, or used Buddhist magic to try to stop it, it was useless.

In just one breath.

Boom!

The golden giant palm pressed down like a mountain, smashing his indestructible body into pulp and sinking several meters into the ground.

Blood, broken bones, muscle fibers and internal organs burst out from the fingers.

"Hiss!"

"Master Wuchen, who is invincible and fearful throughout the Tibetan area, is dead just like that?"

Everyone present gasped, their eyes were shocked and terrified, and they couldn't believe it.

But everything in front of them was really incomparable and irrefutable.

Jiang Tian killed two peak gods with just one finger, one punch and one palm.

Although he showed the little black flying sword, he didn't use it at all.

From beginning to end, he only relied on pure true essence and physical strength to kill people, without any tricks.

It was said that it was too late, and at this time, Situ Yuanhao's magic sword had already killed wildly.

At this time, his magic sword had been infused with countless of his blood and reached a length of three feet, like a blood rainbow.

The blood and energy on it surged, the sword light was like a tide, and the sword intent was like the sea.

In the sky, dark clouds rolled, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the energy of heaven and earth was restless.

This blood-colored magic sword was like a blood-colored flying dragon that slashed the sky angrily. It suddenly came across hundreds of meters and its terrifying aura was earth-shattering.

"What a powerful force!"

"The killing intent is extremely terrifying!"

All the strong men present changed their colors when they saw this, and even Zhang Qianlei showed some worry.

"Hmph! Jiang Taichu, even if you are a human immortal and have amazing talent, you will die on the spot when you meet my blood-condensed sword today!"

"Back then, I taught martial arts to the personal guards of the founding father Sun Yat-sen and personally guided them!"

"I once drank with the founding father, and even Ye Tianren, his cultivation is only comparable to mine!"

"You, a young man, even if you are lucky and have some strength, how can you be my opponent?"

Situ Yuanhao gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, waving his gray hair.

He had 90% of his blood essence drawn out, his cheeks were shriveled, his skin was dry, and his hair was much whiter, as if he had aged ten years in an instant, but his eyes were extremely excited, with a brutal and bloodthirsty taste.

This is the blood essence sword from the human immortal, and it is pushed to the limit, sublimated to the extreme, and accomplished in one battle.

Situ Yuanhao is confident that this sword can easily kill a half-step human immortal.

Even if we are fellow immortals, we will be no match for such a crazy fighting style. We will never dare to confront it and can only retreat.