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Chapter 2245

Chapter 2245

"You really deserve to die."

The clenched fists were slowly released, and Duan Ziqian took a step forward, floating in the air.

"Whoosh."

He looked down from above and spat out sixteen words of wisdom with a snap of his fingers: "Twenty-three years have passed in the blink of an eye, and you have suddenly risen from the early stage of the tenth level of true immortal to become a powerful semi-saint. Tsk, I have to say,

I have underestimated you, and I have underestimated Jiang Linan even more."

"It's a pity. You should never have discovered magical powers and refined the laws in the fairy world."

"Although this is an abandoned star realm under the jurisdiction of Qiao Wantang, it still belongs to the fairyland."

"Even if there are black bones hiding outside the border gate of Shui Yun Fairyland to help you, you still can't escape my mental pursuit."

"Swish, swish, swish."

As soon as the words fell, sixteen cultural qi sealed the surrounding area, like a prison cage falling from the sky.

Suning turned a blind eye and took care of himself.

There is no way, the plan cannot keep up with the changes.

According to his original idea, after using Ziyao to break through the Half-Saint Realm, he would be able to reunite with Hei Gu immediately.

His own cheap master stepped in to hold Duan Ziqian back, and he took the opportunity to escape and return to the demon world smoothly.

However, God is not as good as man, and he never dreamed that Jiang Lin'an would leave him an unprecedented blessing.

This blessing not only allowed him to easily enter the sixth realm of Semi-Saint, but also directly inherited Jiang Linan's nine-step magical power.

To put it simply, Suning no longer needs to understand the magical power to break through.

His foundation comes from Jiang Lin'an, and he is a real ninth level semi-saint.

From now on, he only needs to absorb the power of the law and silently perfect the missing power of the nine magical powers. Naturally, he will reach Jiang Linan's peak cultivation level.

Because of this, it took him longer than expected to solidify the foundation, but he couldn't stop hastily.

If the power of law flowing outside the body is not absorbed, the magical seeds imprinted in the Dantian will be indirectly deficient.

It is still unclear whether the situation can be fully compensated in the future, so Suning does not dare to gamble.

He would rather expose his traces and wait for Duan Ziqian to come to him than waste Jiang Linan's good intentions.

Furthermore, once he has a solid foundation, he will not be afraid of any attacks from Duan Ziqian, even if there is no black bone to support him.

Just because he can't be beaten doesn't mean he can't escape.

"call."

Taking a long breath, Suning turned his palm over and absorbed the last ray of law power.

The next moment, he opened his eyes and said with a sharp light: "Duan Laogou, the year I first came to the immortal world, I swore that one day I would make you the king of Wen Palace, and the blood would flow like a river."

"Whatever you did to me, I will do to you."

"Ten times, a hundred times, no matter what, I will make you pay a price that is unbearable in this life."

"boom."

The clothes fluttered and the air waves shook the sky.

Suning stood up at some point, spread out his fingers, and said with astonishing momentum: "I thought that day would take a long time, thousands of years, ten thousand years, endless years."

"Who knows, due to the fate of heaven, in just a few decades, I, an ant in the small Chinese world who has been living quietly, will have the strength to compete with you."

"I will avenge my revenge."

"Six thousand years ago, you plotted against Jiang Lin'an, causing him to drink hatred and end up in Taixu Mountain. I will avenge him on his behalf."

"No rush, let's take our time."

"Starting from today when I want to leave and you can't stop me."

The laughter gradually became wilder, and Suning raised one hand to the sky.

"Stab it."

The power of law circulates, pulling hard on the sixteen chains of literary energy.

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