"Huh? Tianjie's body-tempering boxing technique."

Hearing the 'bang' sound of bones on Chen Changsheng's body, a look of surprise flashed across Yang Jian's face, and then he sneered: "It's a pity that your realm is too low. Even if the Heavenly Fist technique falls into your hands, it will be just a pearl covered with dust."

Woo woo woo woo woo!

Before Chen Changsheng could approach, a holy beast soul suddenly appeared behind Yang Jian, condensed into a nine-hole demon sword, and slashed towards Chen Changsheng.

"Sheji Cauldron..."

Rumble!

As soon as the momentum of heaven and earth condensed, he saw an ancient bronze tripod suddenly appeared on Yang Jian's head. As soon as he realized, he was fooled by Chen Changsheng. What he used to deal with him was not "The Emperor's Dao God Fist", but this country tripod.

Yang Jian's face changed wildly, and the nine-hole demon sword in his hand slashed at the Sheji Ding, and said angrily: "Pretending to behave..."

Click!

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The nine-hole demon sword evolved from the soul of the Holy Killing Beast was as soon as it touched the Soji Cauldron, and a terrifying force of millions of pounds swept down. Yang Jian's body shook, and only the sound of the Soji Cauldron's soul screamed, and it was crushed into a soul fog by Chen Changsheng's Soji Cauldron.

Swish!

Seeing this scene, not only Yang Jian was stunned, but the others around the ring were also staring at Chen Changsheng in amazement.

His eyes were filled with horror.

"How...how is it possible? That kid only had his Nirvana realm cultivation level and actually created such a powerful magic?" The Lord of the Holy Slaughter looked at Chen Changsheng with a dull look on his face and said in a trembling voice.

The Holy Killing Palace is also a ninth-grade sect.

However, among all the nine-grade sects, his cultivation level is the same as Yuan Tiangang, and his cultivation level is only in the realm of fate. Until now, he has not created the means of the Over-the-Sky-level magic, and the other party is still just Nirvana...

What the Lord of the Holy Slaughter Palace didn't know was that Chen Changsheng was able to create his own magic method of the Over Heaven level because his vision was many times higher than those of these so-called sect masters.

After all, as a member of the Chen family of the Heavenly Heaven, he has seen countless heavenly magic techniques since childhood. In addition, the foundation of the Soji Cauldron, which is his Taoist fetus in the Ancient Book, which is already very extraordinary.

"Haha... I knew that that kid was definitely not the one who likes to suffer losses." Seeing Yang Jian defeated Chen Changsheng in one round, Yuan Tiangang, who was standing next to Gu Huang, couldn't help laughing.

Even Gu Huang looked at Chen Changsheng with a smile.

“Suppress.”

Puff!

Yang Jian, whose beast soul was destroyed, was crushed before he could react, was suppressed by the millions of pounds of Sheji Cauldron. Even though he tried his best, he could not move at all.

"You want to kill one arm of my second senior brother?"

Bang!

As soon as Chen Changsheng finished speaking, he saw one of Yang Jian's arms turning into a bloody mist under the crushing of the Sheji Cauldron.

"Junior Brother Chen, so... good." The disciples of Wan Beast Palace around the ring were all excited, and even a faint smile appeared on Zhang Xinyu's face.

"You...you dare to destroy my beast soul and break my arm. Our Holy Killing Palace will never let you go?" Yang Jian looked at Chen Changsheng with red eyes, his eyes full of resentment.

"Holy Killing Palace?"

Chen Changsheng smiled unanimously. Since the other party wanted to collude with Li Ling Corpse Kingdom, Wandu Sect and Wu Zhengrong to deal with their Wanbeast Palace, how could he be polite to these people?

"A arm?"

Chen Changsheng smiled, raised his leg and kicked Yang Jian in the stomach. When the Sheji Ding forced him again, he saw that Yang Jian's remaining arm and two legs were crushed by the Sheji Ding, turning into blood mist.

Even the soul sea was shattered by Chen Changsheng.

"Hiss! That boy is such a cruel method." A sect disciple who also provoked the Ten Thousand Beast Palace looked at Yang Jian on the ring with horror, and said, "The limbs are all destroyed, and the soul sea is broken. This is countless times more cruel than killing Yang Jian!"

"Damn it, fortunately I have never provoked the people from Wan Beast Palace."

"hiss!"

Hearing the words of the disciple of the sect next to him, at the beginning, the disciple of the Wanpo Sect who was clamoring to leave a few words on Lin Yuhua's body also had a stiff expression and looked at Chen Changsheng with horror.

"Enough."

Seeing that his disciples were even more miserable than Lin Yuhua, the Lord of the Holy Slaughter was also angry and looked at Chen Changsheng with murderous intent.

"Why, if the Lord of the Holy Slaughter wants to break the rules of the Immortal Cave Competition, aren't you afraid that Zhou Wuyun will uproot the entire Lord of the Holy Slaughter?" Chen Changsheng looked at the Lord of the Holy Slaughter with a smile and said.

"You..." The Lord of the Holy Lie Palace was furious.

"Get out!"

Bang!

Chen Changsheng raised his leg and kicked Yang Jian.

He kicked him out of the ring, no longer cared about the people in the Shengshu Palace, but looked at Wu Zhengrong with a smile and said, "Prince Wu, the rules of this fairy cave competition are really boring. Why not, let's change the rules!"

"What rules?" Wu Zhengrong said coldly.

"If you win, continue to challenge, how about?" Chen Changsheng said with a harmless smile on his face.

"good……"

Wu Zhengrong pondered for a moment, and instantly understood Chen Changsheng's intention and sneered: "Do you want to continue the challenge?"

"kindness."

Chen Changsheng nodded. He also knew that Wu Zhengrong, Qu Shun and the others might want to die, and he also wanted to help Lin Yuhua and take revenge. What's more, he found that he had reached a bottleneck and needed to fight continuously.

"Chen Changsheng, a disciple of the Ten Thousand Beast Palace, can continue to challenge without restrictions." Wu Zhengrong raised his eyelids and announced expressionlessly, saying.

"You...get up."

Chen Changsheng pointed at the disciple of the "Wan Poison Sect" and said with a expressionless face.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Seeing Chen Changsheng, he indeed pointed his finger at him. Standing under the arena, the disciple of the Wanpo Sect also changed wildly. Like Yang Jian, he was only in the early stage of the Holy Body.

"Haha... Are the people from Wanpo Sect planning to turn into turtles with a head-shrinking look?" Chen Changsheng looked at Tang Shuhan with a sneering look.

"Damn..."

Hearing Chen Changsheng ridicule him in public, Tang Shuhan's face turned cold. He said lightly to the disciple of Wan Du Sect under the ring: "Tang Wan, he wants to die, you go and fulfill him!"

Tang Wan's expression froze and looked at Tang Shuhan pitifully.

"What, you didn't hear what this sect leader said?" Tang Shuhan said coldly.

Feeling the anger on Tang Shuhan's body, Tang Wan's body trembled suddenly. As a disciple of Wandu Sect, he naturally knew Tang Shuhan's nature. If he really dared to disobey him in public, he might have ended up even more miserable than falling into Chen Changsheng's hands.
Chapter completed!