"Is this the so-called Regretful God Realm?" Jian Twelve's voice became harsh, as if his throat was blocked.
Qin Chuan said indifferently: "The disintegration of the demons was inherited from the twelve ancestral witches who lived in the chaotic period. They have no sea of souls, no power, cannot practice the secrets of heaven, and have no chance to realize the fruits of the Tao, but they have enough
The tyrannical body that holds up the heaven and earth is an immortal body that can swallow all things and control wind, water, thunder and lightning."
Jian Twelve's face turned cold, and he listened with tense nerves.
"It is rumored that if you practice "The Disintegration of Heavenly Demon**" to the ninth level, you can transform into the body of an ancestral witch and achieve true immortality. However, none of the masters of the Heavenly Demon Sect have reached such a level. Hundreds of years ago,
I spied
He has learned the method of the eighth level, and thus entered the Realm of Regret." Qin Chuan's indifferent tone seemed to contain endless majesty, and he said solemnly: "In this realm, although there is no immortality like the ancestral witch, there is no such thing in this world.
What can hurt me?"
These words were spoken calmly, yet extremely domineering.
Jian Twelve had also heard about the rumors about ancestral witches, but he never believed that monsters from ancient times could be resurrected through a Kung Fu book. But at this time, it seemed that Qin Chuan's physical body was beyond his imagination.
.
The Sword of All Things was broken, and Jian Twelve no longer had any means. He only felt that the King Sword in his hand was no longer as powerful as before, and it could not give him any confidence.
turn around!
Qin Chuan took a step slowly, but appeared in front of him in an instant and punched out.
Jian Twelve, who had been on guard for a long time, had raised his sword horizontally and resisted the punch mark. He felt an unimaginable force penetrate the sword body and hit the chest on the right side.
puff!
The minced flesh and blood splashed out from behind him with a large amount of blood mist. Jian Twelve involuntarily retreated, like an arrow from the string. In an instant, it had swept across a distance of thousands of feet, crushing the devastated clouds into large pieces.
Clouds.
"ah!!!!"
A shrill scream erupted from Jian Twelve's throat. He saw the gap in his chest, which was bloody and terrifying. He could follow the gap and see the scenery behind him.
After all, the King's Sword was forged from the bones of a true demon. No matter how powerful Qinchuan was, he could not destroy it, but it was quite easy to break through the physical body of Jian Twelve.
With one step to turn around and one punch to the head, Qin Chuan's offensive did not stop at all and was repeated three times in a row.
Along with the dull sound of flesh being broken, three more shocking gaps appeared on Jian Twelve's body. This body seemed to have been completely damaged.
At this moment, the power of Qin Chuan, the leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect, was fully demonstrated. It seemed that reaching the realm of the God of Regret meant that no one could break through the body and no one could stop him with his physical fists.
If anyone can really restrain Qinchuan, I am afraid that only a monster-like strong man like the Old Monk of the Six Paths or the Lord of Shu Mountain can do it, and Jian Twelve who has only reached the realm of transforming into heaven is obviously not powerful enough.
As he retreated quickly, Jian Twelve endured the pain of tearing his body. At this point, he no longer had any strength to fight back, nor did he have enough strength to kill Qin Chuan under the sword. His mind was filled with thoughts and thoughts.
He must consider every possibility, otherwise if he continues like this, as long as Qin Chuan punches him in the head or abdomen, he will die in an instant.
The next moment, the most powerful demon sect leader in history had already come over, and his blood-stained fist was about to fall again.
"All things sword!"
Jian Twelve suddenly froze his body and used his last strength to spit out a mouthful of blood. The fishy-smelling blood exploded in the air, and dozens of extremely fine blood rays were shot out from it, stabbing it fiercely.
On Qin Chuan's body.
These blood glows are very thin, and as long as they are thin enough, they will have enough penetrating power.
Several very thin lines of blood suddenly appeared on Qin Chuan's chest, but they healed in the blink of an eye. However, this offensive made his fists slow down by a thousandth of a breath.
However, taking advantage of this gap, Jian Twelve controlled Wang Jian to quickly get out of the way. However, he did not escape, but flew towards the Tongtian Sword Tower.
Those eyes as dark as night stared intently at Yuan Futu in the crowd.
"As long as I eat you, I will have all the power of chaos. Give me your power!"
This was Jian Twelve's plan. He always believed that by swallowing Yuan Futu and integrating the Chaos Spiritual Treasure in his flesh and blood into his own body, he could control this ultimate spiritual treasure that appeared once in a hundred thousand years.
In this case, using the Chaos Spiritual Treasure to deal with Qin Chuan will lead to death.
Yuan Futu was shocked. In front of Jian Twelve, he had no power to fight back.
"Don't even think about it!"
As soon as the afterimage moved, Xiao Zhan came like the wind and punched out with unparalleled power. The demonic energy in the fist exploded immediately.
Jian Twelve waved the King Sword, and the demonic energy immediately dispersed. Then he spit out a mouthful of blood again, and the All-Things Sword hidden inside burst out, forcing back the pursuing Ziye Canglong and Mei Ling'er.
At this moment, he had already arrived in front of Yuan Futu, stretched out his white bone hand, and was about to grab his chest, as if he wanted to dig out the heart inside.
The Chaos Spiritual Treasure has been integrated into Yuan Futu's limbs and bones. As long as Jian Twelve eats any part of his flesh and blood, the power of Chaos will skyrocket. This is his last trump card.
"Give it to me, hahahaha!"
Jian Twelve smiled ferociously and slowly opened his black mouth, with a few traces of true demonic power flowing inside, making it look extremely terrifying.
Yuan Futu wanted to retreat, but found that the entire space was as sticky as a swamp, and it was difficult to even move his fingers. The blast seal that was always held in his palm had no effect, and he could only look at the bone hand.
It will penetrate your own chest.
Desperate thoughts arose in his mind. It turned out that no matter what the process was, the ending seemed not to change. He even closed his eyes and began to wait for death to come. At this moment, he also heard Qin Rongxian's horrified cry and... a sound
The shocking sound of flesh breaking.
Yuan Futu did not feel the pain, so he was very confused, but his heart twitched hard at this moment. He opened his eyes anxiously, and saw that the sad figure was rushing in front of him regardless of everything.
He let Jian Twelve's bone hand pass through his abdomen, and then left a shallow blood mark on Yuan Futu's chest with his fingertips.
"Wan'er!"
Yuan Futu could hardly believe the scene before him, but a sound burst out from his throat.
Always a step slower, Qin Chuan's turn had just settled down when he punched Jian Twelve's left arm. There was a cracking sound, and Jian Twelve's body hit the middle of the sword tower hard, smashing countless pieces.
tile.
Lin Wan'er fell limply into Yuan Futu's arms. Her face was extremely pale, without a trace of blood, but when she saw that Yuan Futu was safe and sound, a pale smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.