In an instant, the Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts advanced at great speed, trampling the void fiercely, like thousands of thunders bursting out at the same time...
"bluff!"
Jian Twelve roared and rushed in. He immediately felt that endless demons, gods and demons appeared around him. They were waving all kinds of demon soldiers, and some even opened their huge mouths to bite them.
Each evil ghost and demon god is comparable to a master in the Huanxu Realm, and their number is even more incalculable, far exceeding the so-called Hundred Ghosts Night Walk.
Among all the demon sect masters in the past, Qin Chuan is probably the strongest.
Although these thick and thick demonic energy was not as powerful as the real demon, its vast and majestic momentum really overwhelmed Jian Twelve. He circulated his true energy and directly sacrificed the heaven and earth Dharma of the Three Emperors Inscription Golden Sword. His whole body was filled with golden light, and inside
The power of chaos and the power of true demons burst out at the same time, suddenly opening up a world in the night walk of hundreds of ghosts.
"Crush eight desolations with the brave sword!"
Jian Twelve once again displayed the "Tianxuan Sword Technique" that shocked the imperial court, and a fearless sword roared out, instantly killing more than a dozen demonic figures that came fiercely.
Qin Chuan noticed the destructive sword intent exerted by Wang Jian, his eyes suddenly focused, and there was a hint of warning between his brows.
"Hahahahaha, even Thousand Ghosts Night Walk can't stop me!"
Jian Twelve was originally a strong man in the heaven-transformation realm, and he also held a magic sword that was comparable to an immortal weapon. His fearless sword intention was even more powerful. In the blink of an eye, he had swung out hundreds of sword shadows, making hundreds of ghosts walk at night.
Gradually it appears to be disintegrating.
Yuan Futu stared at the bloody sword light that burst out under the gray clouds. It was also the first time that he saw the peak combat power of Jian Twelve. He said solemnly: "Your father's magic formation is about to be destroyed."
Qin Rongxian hummed indifferently: "I said that my father is the most powerful person in the world. No one can defeat him, so just watch."
Lin Wan'er helped Yuan Futu stand up, looking at the little girl with her eyes. Unable to suppress her curiosity, she asked in a low voice: "How do you know people from the Demon Sect?"
"It's a long story." Yuan Futu turned to look at Qin Rongxian, forced a smile on his pale face, and said: "I didn't expect you to come to save me, thank you very much."
Qin Rongxian pouted and said a little shyly: "You saved me before, now I just return it to you, no need to thank you."
Yuan Futu giggled twice and said again: "Thank you."
The demonic energy swept everywhere, tearing out shocking holes in the rolling clouds. From inside, you could see the blue sky, as if you were in another world.
Sword Twelve's killing became more and more fierce, and the sword's intention was promoted to the level of Zhijian. The strangulation space formed covered hundreds of feet in radius. In an instant, a quarter of the Hundred Ghost Night Walk was dead.
"The Hundred Ghosts Night Walk is simply vulnerable!"
Jian Twelve laughed wildly, and Wang Jian swung forward again, but it seemed to have hit the extremely hard leather armor, making an unusually dull sound. He raised his head and widened his dark eyes, somewhat
Looking ahead in astonishment.
Qin Chuan's face was like a glacier, extremely cold. He stretched his left hand forward and pressed the tip of Wang Sword with his palm. A drop of black blood flowed from the small wound.
"How... how is it possible?!"
No matter how you say it, Wang Jian is a treasure that can be compared to an immortal weapon. No matter how powerful the opponent is, this sword will destroy the body without death. However, Qin Chuan did not expect that there would only be such a small wound on Qin Chuan's palm.
"I said, this body is the most powerful spiritual treasure... This farce should end."
The next moment, the roaring Hundred Ghost Night Walk gradually became transparent and disappeared into the void, while the endless demonic energy burst out from Qin Chuan's body again, covering the sky and the sun, cutting through the smoke and clouds, and lingering on his snow-white forearms.
, black lines as thick as fingers emerged.
These black lines glowed with a subtle luster, like fierce pythons swimming, and spread to his whole body in an instant, protruding from his neck, passing across his cheeks, and finally converging on his eyebrows and forehead.
At this time, Qin Chuan slowly raised his right fist, put his five fingers against the fist hole, and swung it out within a few inches.
This extremely ordinary punch was extremely simple, but because it was so simple, it seemed natural, without any flaws, making Sword Twelve unavoidable.
In Jian Twelve's perception, he did not detect any power in this fist, so he had no scruples and allowed the punch to hit his chest.
However, at the moment of contact, an extremely terrifying power burst out from inside. Although this kind of demonic energy was not as powerful as a real demon, it was more powerful than any demonic energy he had ever seen. He couldn't help but have a somewhat horrifying thought.
comes to mind.
Return to God?
In the blink of an eye, Jian Twelve retreated at an alarming speed like an arrow leaving the string, unable to stop this retreat at all.
Qin Chuan followed him like a shadow. Behind him, a huge shadow suddenly appeared. However, this illusion was exactly the same as Qin Chuan's real body.
"It's been a long time since I've seen the sect master perform the magic of heaven and earth." Mei Ling'er looked at the huge and handsome illusion with admiration on her face, and frowned again, saying: "But I can't figure out why the sect leader's dharma has met.
Is it me?"
"This is related to the cultivation of the sect master. He does not believe in any demons or gods in this world. He believes that only he is the most powerful and will exist forever, so later the sect master cultivated his unique self." Zi Ye.
Canglong said slowly, but the plain words revealed Qin Chuan's amazing talent and unique belief.
Xiao Zhan shrugged, "The most powerful heaven and earth magic combined with the most powerful Demon Sect combat skills, it's amazing!"
Qin Chuan swung his fist, and the Dharma Master also swung his fist, but the force increased exponentially, causing waves to hit the void. The huge force caused the demonic energy to form countless large and small whirlpools, like a
The blooming black lotus flowers are extremely strange, but they also exude a heart-stopping aura of destruction.
Jian Twelve roared violently, cushioned his retreat, endured the sweet smell coming out of his throat, and released a killing sword that could destroy gods and Buddhas, making this huge and magnificent blood light become more and more strange and dignified.
Qin Chuan stood proudly in the air, punched the sword light, his body trembled, and the sword light also disintegrated inch by inch, like glass falling to the ground, turning into fragments and falling into the peaks at his feet.
"I didn't expect that besides the old monk of the Six Paths, there would be people who could cultivate to the state of returning to the gods and facing the supreme calamity." Jian Twelve exclaimed.
"It's just that you are ignorant. It is said that the leader of Shushan has also entered this level."
Jian Twelve looked pale and said in a deep voice: "What kind of trick did you use?"
"Just like your sword technique, it is also the only way for the Heavenly Demon Sect to prosper. It is called "The Heavenly Demon's Disintegration**"!"