The saints of the Immortal Dynasty screamed one after another and were crushed and killed by Wang Teng. Even if they joined forces, they were no match for Wang Teng.
In the void, pieces of blood mist rolled. Wang Teng was like a god of war, standing in the air, his whole body shining with divine light, like a waterfall.
His eyes were like golden lamps, and his eyes fell on the oldest holy son of the Immortal Dynasty who had entered the realm of the God Emperor and had never made a move.
"Why don't you take action?"
Wang Teng looked at the oldest holy son of the Immortal Dynasty and said calmly.
Behind him, Holy Son Tianshu, Holy Son Fusheng, Holy Son Hanxiao and others all changed their expressions, staring at the oldest Holy Son with solemn expressions.
Holy Son Tiangu stared at Wang Teng and said indifferently: "Since I debuted in Tiangu, I have never bothered to join forces with others to defend against the enemy."
"I am enough to suppress you."
Then, a powerful wave of aura suddenly erupted from his body, and a powerful aura of cultivation erupted, intimidating Wang Teng.
"Oh? Really? In that case, let me see if you are really capable!"
"boom!"
Wang Teng raised the corner of his mouth when he heard this, and then without saying a word, he turned into a bolt of lightning and rushed towards the Holy Son of Heaven.
The Ancient Holy Son's eyes were blazing, his figure flickered, and he disappeared from the spot in an instant.
A terrifying fist pierced through the void and landed where he was. The powerful force shattered everything, as if to crush the universe, completely shattering the void and turning it into a black hole of nothingness.
Wang Teng's figure emerged, with a strange color in his eyes, and he turned around and punched to the side.
"Boom!"
With the God of Creation in action, Wang Teng transformed into the peerless God of War, and instantly collided with the supreme magical power offered by the Holy Son of Heaven.
That terrifying seal, crystal clear, emerged from the palm of the Ancient Saint Son, intertwined with crystal clear rules and order, surrounded by laws, and there were even five of them.
The ups and downs of Shinto runes are extremely astonishing.
Wang Teng's God Fist blasted out and collided with the dharma seal, causing a terrifying dharma light to burst out.
Powerful force vibrates.
Waves of blazing and crystal-clear Dharma light splashed through the universe.
The powerful power spread out in waves, causing strong men from all directions to move and use their magic power to resist.
"Dong dong dong!"
The crystal light of Dharma shattered.
Wang Teng and the Holy Son of Heaven took two steps back at the same time, crushing the void.
"Well, he is worthy of being the oldest saint son of the Immortal Dynasty. He has cultivated to the realm of the God Emperor. Although it is still in the early stage, his strength level is not inferior to that of the powerful ones in the later stage of the God Emperor. He is even close to the peak of the God Emperor.
It’s far away, very good, I’ll use you to practice my skills today!”
"kill!"
Feeling the power of the Holy Son of Heaven, Wang Teng's eyes suddenly showed excitement, and his fighting spirit rose.
Only by competing against such a top genius can he arouse his strong fighting spirit and at the same time feel the real joy of fighting.
He yelled loudly. It had been a long time since he had had a happy and vigorous battle. At this moment, in this world of ancient demon ruins, he had no worries and could take action and use his methods as he pleased.
"True dragon magic!"
"The Taotie Treasure Technique!"
"Suzaku Art!"
"Xuanwu magic!"
"The Soaring Snake Art!"
"Kunpeng Treasure Technique!"
"Suanni Treasure Technique!"
Wang Teng's aura surged all over his body, and he used the gods and demons' clones, and the magic skills of the major gods and demons' clones.
Tong, you can pick it up at your fingertips and use it as you like. It's done in one go and you can enjoy it.
"This is……"
As Wang Teng used various magical powers of the god and demon clones, many people present suddenly changed their expressions and were shocked.
"The unique skill of Demon Lord Wutian, the art of clones of gods and demons!"
"How come the young master knows the unique skills of the Wutian Demon Lord?"
Countless people were shocked in all directions, and the Black Mountain Ancestor and others also had expressions of surprise on their faces, their eyes shining brightly as they looked at Wang Teng.
Then, everyone thought of something, and some demons actually became excited.
"The art of clones of gods and demons, the art of clones of gods and demons, only the descendants of Demon Lord Wutian can practice such a unique skill, and only the heirs of the Demon Court chosen by Lord Wutian can practice it!"
"None of the other disciples under his command have ever practiced this magical skill. Is the true identity of the young master the chosen successor of Demon Lord Wutian and the master of the Demon Court?"
At this moment, many demon powerhouses from Demon Continent were filled with excitement.
The original Demon Lord Wutian was the overlord of the Demonic Path, almost controlling the Demonic Path. As a gathering place for Demonic Dao monks, Demon Continent had many people, including the inner and outer demon disciples of the Demonic Court in the past.
"You actually know how to clone gods and demons!"
The Ancient Holy Son who was fighting fiercely with Wang Teng also shrank his pupils, and his blazing gaze shone on Wang Teng with blazing eyes.
"Boom boom boom!"
His methods and identity were exposed, but Wang Teng didn't care at all.
In this world of ancient demon ruins, everyone present has surrendered to him and been taken under his command, and the ancient saint son of heaven is destined to be unable to escape from here.
Therefore, it is impossible for the outside world to know what is happening here and now, and it is impossible for the Immortal Dynasty to detect it.
Of course he has nothing to worry about.
What's more, even if it was really exposed now and the Immortal Dynasty knew about it, he would not be afraid.
With his current strength and influence, even if he is still unable to confront and suppress the Immortal Dynasty, at least he can protect himself.
It's not that easy for Xian Chao to crush him to death now.
Previously, because of my low cultivation and weak strength, I could only live on my own and be cautious in everything.
But now, not only his own strength has greatly increased, he has also recruited a large number of followers, and these followers are all of extraordinary strength and are strong men of various sects.
Even now, there is a virtual immortal beside him.
Coupled with the life-saving talisman that Mr. Yan had given him before, unless all the monsters from the Immortal Dynasty attack him, who else can threaten him?
"You are indeed not Qin Changsheng, who are you?"
The Son of Heaven's eyes were bright and his momentum was magnificent. His strength was truly astonishing. Faced with Wang Teng who had used the God and Demon Clone Technique, he still did not fall at a disadvantage, and the battle with Wang Teng was extremely fierce.
"Who am I? Aren't you, the Immortal Dynasty, looking for me everywhere? Hahahaha."
Wang Teng laughed, his hair flying wildly, and his attacks became more and more violent.
As he flipped his hand, the Shura Sword appeared in his hand. A scarlet sword light could cut down the sun, moon and stars, pouring out and sweeping towards the Ancient Saint Son.
This sword is full of murderous intent and terrifying killing energy. It is completely substantial and sharp. It makes people feel frightened and fearful from deep in their hearts. It even disturbs people's spirits and causes illusions, as if they are trapped in Shura Purgatory.
Inside, his eyes were filled with scarlet red, and the boiling murderous intent seemed to destroy the person's will.
It is the Immortal Sword Killing Way.
"Are you that monk from the lower realm, Wang Teng?"